"What irrelevant people! We are brothers! Don't forget that I promised, even for you, I will not hesitate to fight for my life, okay, don't get in the way, hurry back and wait for me! ”

After saying a sentence arrogantly, Song Jing continued to walk towards the Bedouin bandits, who knew his unintentional words, Li Ming's cheeks quickly turned crimson when he heard it, and he paused in place for a moment, Li Ming turned around, grabbed Song Jing's arm, and the two rushed back to the palm of the Arab man in his surprise. XsHuoTXt

"Get in!"

In the vulgar pushing and shoving of the Bedouin barbarians, Song Jing was also pushed into the corner, and then, a handful of fierce fire oil was sprayed on him, but he didn't care about the fire oil on his body at all, Song Jing's eyes almost didn't spew fire, and he roared in a low voice: "You are crazy!"

"That's right, I'm crazy!"

A pair of good-looking bright eyes smiled into two rounds of crescent moons, Li Ming didn't take life and death to heart at all, and said with a smile: "Brother Song, you also said that you will not hesitate to fight for your life to save me, after a while, you have to cheer up!"

"You, hey~"

Facing Li Ming's eccentricity, Song Jing didn't know whether to reprimand or laugh, he shook his head helplessly, and it happened that Alepf came back at this time, rudely yelling and shutting up, Song Jing simply turned his head helplessly, and Li Ming, who was limping, didn't think it was a pestle, and he was also close to him with a smile.

"Listen to the Fujian people outside, your head is now in my hands, hurry up and retreat out of Qom City, and pay tribute to me a thousand horses of silk and a thousand stones of flour from the Bedouin tribe in the desert, otherwise Uncle Ben will not survive if he goes down to the fire!"

After looking around the house, Aleph went out again, and earned one, which made this Bedouin robber particularly excited, especially showing off and shouting, listening to the shouting in the courtyard Yao Chong and a few captains, but there was a feeling of dumbfounded.

What's this called, I didn't rescue anyone and got into one.

"Captain, what should I do?"

The siege has been around for a long time, and several officers under his command have gathered around and asked, and Yao Chong, who asked, was sweating like rain on his head.

It's really a reversal of roles, on weekdays, they all come up with their own ideas, but this time let Song Jing, the fat man, take the lead, and Song Chuhe takes the idea on weekdays, but now such a difficult task falls on his head again.

"Listen to my orders and prepare for a storm!"

His lips were biting out blood, and he picked up the binoculars again, and while observing the room deadly, Yao Chong commanded viciously, and several junior officers immediately agreed and scattered.

Inside the house, leaning against the wall as if he was sleeping, Song Jing's eyes were also observing quickly.

There were ten Bedouin bandits, seven of whom were in this house.

Three of them were holding bows and arrows, carefully defending by the window, two guarding the passage to the back room, and the remaining two actually lit a small fire in the house, roasting jerky, and really admired the courage of the Arabs.

It was also next to the two barbecue Arabs, two lamps were placed, and the three fire sources were the deadliest things in the whole house.

There are still more than ten lamps left, except for some threats lying in ambush next to the archer by the window, everything else is far away, after all, the Arabs want to force the Min people to cut the land and pay compensation, and they don't want to see Allah and his old man until they have to.

The remaining six local children shrank in another corner and shivered, two girls were slightly older, wrapped in wide white and black turbans covering their faces, and they could not see their faces clearly, and the remaining four children who did not know whether they were men or girls were cowered in their arms.

In the end, Song Jing's eyes fell on the bed on the very edge, because it was the imam's family, it was quite wealthy, a roll of Fujian was shipped, and the half-new thick cotton quilt was changed to a bed made of loess.

Just when Song Jing was calculating the distance in his heart, one of the two Bedouin bandits who was not guarding the door behind him sat down, took out a bag of inferior tobacco leaves imported from Fujian, and then under Song Jing's painful gaze, this guy actually took out the fire gun that Li Ming had once used to be mighty and came out, stuffed the muzzle into his mouth, and stuffed the metal hollow into his hand with tobacco leaves, lit it with flint, and sucked it hard.

The two ends are not connected at all, this guy not only did not smoke a cigarette, but washed a mouthful of gunpowder face, but he didn't know that he was lucky enough to taste the secret of the Fujian people's greatest lethal weapon, this forty-year-old Beidu choked on the barbarian's face and coughed.

Around the crisis of the situation, Song Jing and Li Ming, who watched this scene, still almost laughed out loud.

But at this moment, a light from outside Leng Buding shook on Song Jing's eyes, and he subconsciously squinted his eyes, and Song Jing immediately saw a pair of binoculars swaying up and down where he was standing just now, and his heart suddenly tightened.

Yao Chong signaled that he was going to attack!

"Oops~" Holding his stomach, Song Jing staggered to the front of the kang, lowered his head and screamed in pain, and on his forehead, there was really a lot of sweat flowing down, as if it was really painful.

"What for! Honestly, squatting will go! Several Arabs in the room were immediately attracted to their attention, turned their heads and reprimanded in annoyance.

comprehended, while anxiously supporting Song Jing, Li Ming also argued loudly in Arabic: "My family captain has abdominal pain, acute sudden!" If you don't take medicine, you'll die! ”

"He's going to die, you want the city, and the plan to ask for silk will be in vain, so don't you send someone out quickly!"

The medical knowledge of the Arabs in this era is still extremely poor, seeing Song Jing half-lying on the bed and sweating like a fake, outside, the ruling Alepf is still patronizing and shouting, in desperation, the archer at the window is carrying a compound bow, muttering and scolding and running out of the window.

At the moment when the archer had just gone out, he had been staring for half an afternoon, and the crossbowman on the sniper bed in the second-floor earthen building opposite finally pulled the trigger.

The feather arrows that flew out at great speed even made the air sharp, and in the next second, the two Bedouins guarding the fire were each pierced by the two crossbow arrows accurately, and the powerful crossbow even tore off the head and shoulders of the guy who turned back and cursed.

At the same time, there was the sound of hurried footsteps in the room behind him, like the sound of rice bags slicing, and the two objects fell to the ground heavily.

The nerves tensed at the moment of waiting, a hungry tiger pounced on the food, using the quilt as a whip, and Song Jing roared and knocked out all three fire sources.

At this time, they came back to their senses, and the two archers by the remaining window hurriedly turned around and drew their bows to shoot Song Jing to death, and at the same time, the two Bedouins on the side of the door also hurriedly pulled out their scimitars, they never thought that the Cui Parker assault team, which had also been waiting for an afternoon, also rushed to the back door at this time.

Bang bang bang ~ Just like the M4A1 in the hands of the rice army, the six steel crossbows accurately pointed at the chests of the two archers, trembling all over, and the two Bedouin archers who were caught off guard also fell to the ground screaming.

In the astonishment, the Bedouin swordsman at the door was stunned for a second, and at the moment when they hesitated to turn around and kill the enemy or stepped forward to kill Song Jing, Song Jing and Li Ming shot again.

Before coming in, he was searched, and weapons were not allowed to be brought in, but the Bedouins didn't know that the Min army could also hide knives under their boots, and pulled out a knife more than two inches long from under his feet, Song Jing was like a crazy leopard, roaring and slamming his sturdy body over.

After many days of hard training, Song Jing is no longer yesterday's Wuxia Ameng, especially for the poor physique of the Tai students, the Confucian soldiers specially trained to assassinate the vital points, and practiced thousands of times The two-inch knife was extremely pure and used by him, and the left knife hand stumbled, and the knife accurately cut his throat.

On the other hand, Li Ming's performance was even more handsome, anyway, she was covered in oil, she simply lay on her back on the ground, slid along the slippery fierce fire oil to the feet of the knife hand on the right, grabbed the short fire gun that was thrown on the ground with her right hand, clenched her hands, and pulled the trigger sharply at the Bedouin's chin.

Even if this idiot ate a lot of gunpowder, a firearm is a firearm after all, and with a loud bang, the Bedouin knife hand on the right side was also penetrated up and down, and he fell to the ground with a crisp death.

The six people in the house plus the two patrols in the back were all solved, and after looking at each other, Song Jing and Li Ming were sincerely relieved, Li Ming's "sissy" was nervous and laughed, and Song Jing sat on the quilt.

This scene was so sudden, Aleph outside and the archers who went out turned their heads in disbelief, and in an instant, Alepf roared angrily like the injured and dying old wolf.

"Min dog lied to me! I'm fighting with you! ”

Without waiting for the two of them to draw their swords and rush back, the outermost, hundreds of Fujian troops who had been nervous all afternoon poked their heads out angrily, and more than 100 hot steel crossbows were fiercely snapped, and in the sound of brushing, with the anger of the master, the murderous steel crossbows shot from all directions.

His body was trembling with the steel crossbow, and he dragged the knife and took three more steps, and the fierce robber Alepf fell to the ground unwillingly.

An oil lamp knocked out of the door by Song Jing was in front of him, and the light was still flickering, as if mocking his failure.

"Da Min, Wan Sheng!"

Whistling, more than a hundred Confucian soldiers raised their steel crossbows with great excitement and cheered, and they were also sincerely relieved, Yao Chong's little white face was pale and paralyzed to the ground, and suddenly he burst out laughing, touching his forehead and swearing in cold sweat.

"Straight lady thief, this thing is really not done by people!"

Inside the house, there was nothing to care about, Song Jing and Li Ming, who were relaxed for a while, hurriedly took off their clothes and armor stained with fierce fire oil and threw them aside, Li Ming also went up to help and take care of several other children, looking at her suddenly revealing "developed chest muscles", Song Jing couldn't help but rub her eyes in admiration.

No one noticed that at the door, the back was full of crossbow arrows, and the Bedouin thief Koalep, who was spitting blood in his mouth, was always crawling forward unwillingly, and the burning oil lamp finally let him catch it again.

"Die! Min dog! ”

Laughing wildly, he stood up suddenly, and with the last of his strength, Alepf frantically threw the oil lamp into the room, and the burning wick spun around the ground with the last bit of boiling oil, and finally melted into the fire oil all over the ground.

The fire flashed in Song Jing's pupils......