When the first thirteen riders came through this "bazaar", Ding Yi knew very well that there were no less than twenty or thirty stalls just to set up stalls to do business, plus those scattered pedestrians, he was afraid of hundreds of people, and the other party was only four dead, and there were only five horses and three steps on his side.

What Hu Shan wants to do is very simple, that is, to use his own life to give Ding Yi a chance to escape, according to his wishes, there are about seven people alive, so he uses suicide attacks one by one to let Ding Yi escape! The problem is that Ding Yi wants to flee for his life, and he will not face these three opponents with guillotines in their hands, but hundreds of killers who occupy a favorable position. No matter how suicidal attacks are, in the battle of cold weapons, how much effect can seven people who have no geographical advantage play?

So Ding Yi could only make a move, he couldn't let Hu Shan go on like this.

It's not the hands that come out, it's the feet.

Ding Yi scooped up a puddle of sand with his left foot and sprinkled it on the enemy on his left, and the other party roared and slashed out a snowy sword light in the yellow sand; The man on the right thought that Ding Yi was going to attack to the left, and rushed forward with a heavy guillotine, but when he saw Ding Yi's shoulders flashing, the man hurriedly swept the guillotine; And the strong man directly opposite Ding Yi dragged the knife and rushed to the side; Who knew that Ding Yixiangyou flashed but didn't move his steps, but after his shoulders moved, he immediately rushed three steps to the left.

At this time, it was the time when the man's guillotine on the left slashed to the ground, and Ding Yi was only a foot away from him, Ding Yi mercilessly lifted his leg to the opponent's knee and shoveled down, the leg under the knee joint was extremely fragile, the other party screamed and hugged the backward bent leg, and Ding Yi, who quickly stepped forward, hit the opponent's Adam's apple with a straight punch in the back hand, which quickly solved his pain. The crushing of the Adam's apple may not be fatal, but the resulting obstruction of the trachea is fatal, and the dead person should no longer be in pain - at least not by screaming.

Then Ding Yi kicked the spear of the sugar gourd vendor who was nailed to the ground and was still twitching, this is a spear used in the battle array, Ding Yi didn't shake any spear when he turned around, but just pulled it to the left, opened the guillotine raised by the opponent, and then stabbed it, right in the throat; Before the other party could cover the wound, Ding Yi had already pulled out his spear like lightning. The left foot took a half-step to the left, just in time to meet Zuihou's guillotine, still pulling to the left, stabbing and hitting the left chest.

When the guillotine fell from his hand. The two men fell to their knees, clutching the eternal wound that Ding Yi had left them. The one who was shot in the throat died more quickly. The one who was shot in the left chest was pressed to his chest, helplessly letting the blood spill from between his fingers, he watched Ding Yi pull out the long knife from the sugar gourd vendor's vest, insert it into the scabbard, and shout with a gun. He couldn't hear Ding Yi's shouting, he couldn't understand it until he died, he obviously saw Ding Yi, and stabbed his brother one by one. He came with a knife to guard against this move, why did he still die on this stab? Until he died, he could not close his eyes.

This plucking and thorn has a name, which is called "anti-left stab".

There is nothing magical about it, it's just that when Ding Yi was in the special forces, he practiced at least 100 times a day, and nearly 400,000 times in ten years; In the two months since he came to Jingshi, Ding Yi would practice four or five hundred times a day, and there were tens of thousands of horizontal and vertical practices; If an assassination action is practiced hundreds of thousands of times according to the essentials of the action, it becomes so fast, accurate, and clean, and it becomes so magical.

Ding Yi carried this spear and pulled it out of the throat of the owner of the herbal tea shop, he liked this gun very much, a hard gun, more than a hundred years later, Qi Jiguang's "Ji Xiao Xinshu" mentioned the spear of the battle array, "Fan Long Spear...... The waist is hard and the roots are thick. "It's about such a gun, not an ash pole that has been deified by later generations, or that the ash pole is a myth that belongs to the rivers and lakes - what guns are shaking on the battle array? It's thousands of guns that have been stabbed and stabbed through, and what they want is this kind of long spear with a hard waist and thick roots, a gun that kills people.

"Abandon the horse! Draw on me! Ding lifted the gun to a grid, slapped away the kitchen knife in the hand of a vegetable seller who was about to practice lying on the ground, and pierced into his eye socket, pulling out the tip of the gun with an eyeball, which is not magical, it is called "anti-stabbing", but it is also an anti-stabbing that has been practiced 400,000 times before and has been practiced tens of thousands of times in this Ming Dynasty.

The killers of all kinds of people and other costumes in this bazaar are already approaching, horses, can't run, cavalry without speed, but they are just meat targets for foot combat, so Ding Yi shouted and ordered those sergeants to abandon their horses, he shouted and killed people, killed four enemies, and finally gathered the seven people who were divided and surrounded together, only seven people, and a sergeant on a horse, I don't know whether he was afraid of death or a mental breakdown, screaming and galloping away, he was soon overwhelmed by those killers, and he disappeared.

"Protection!" Ding Yi stared at Hu Shan, who wanted to speak, with a cold face, raised his gun and stabbed another opponent, and shouted again, "Forward!" Protect! Behind Ding Yi was the sergeant who was pressed by the horse with one leg, and the sergeant said with a pale face, "My lord, protect a ball of hair, I Sun Wei accepted his fate, just die here!" Flee! ”

Ding Yi once again raised the gun forward, this time, he hung the color, the other party's scale, the huge scale made the meteor hammer's move, although Ding Yi left a fatal wound on his chest, but the meteor hammer is not to prevent the left stab can be prevented, especially when the other party is determined to fight with his life, throw it out of his hand, Ding Yi knew that the left arm scraped by the scale, at least injured the periosteum, has begun to swell, but he ripped off his robe, wrapped around his left arm, still holding the spear steadily, shook his head vigorously, and threw off a piece of flesh that I don't know who it was, Gritted his teeth and smiled: "Lao Tzu has no habit of throwing away his comrades, forward, protect!" ”

Hu Dao stood silently on Ding Yi's left side, and on his right was another sergeant who had been rescued by Ding Yi's gun, followed by the next one, seven people, just in front of his robe, facing hundreds of enemies.

Sun Wei, whose leg was pressed under the horse, kept his chest rising and falling, and his pale face gradually became a little angry, he finally stopped accepting his fate, gritted his teeth, struggled hard, and from time to time a puff of blood splashed over, pouring on his head and face, with the breath of life, or his robe, or the enemy's, Sun Wei didn't know, but this man who just accepted his fate couldn't help but shed tears, hot tears, hotter than blood. He knew that it was Pao Ze who was protecting him with his life, and it was Lord Ding, who was the master of the Beijing Division, who was protecting his life with his own life.

He wiped his tears, gritted his teeth, clenched his knife and struggled, every squirm was a heart-piercing pain, no one could help him, seven people stopped nearly a hundred killers, and they were already left and right, where was there anyone to help him? But he finally dragged his leg out from under the horse's carcass, and to his surprise, although it hurt, he could barely stand.

"Your Excellency......" he choked up, raising his knife to take Ding Yi's place.

Ding Yi stretched out his hand to stop him behind him, tore off his torn clothes, and let his bare chest face the sword: "See the left?" Our brothers! His feet just moved! Forward! Forward! Sun Wei, your mother is going to drag him over! They moved forward, Din was stabbed in the leg and fell to his knees, stabbing the opponent to death at the same time, and then he stood up, limped his gun, and took another step forward, "Onward!" ”

They didn't expect to fight to the death here today, they had no equipment at all, and they couldn't even form a spear array;

They all had bleeding wounds on their bodies, Hu Shan had one arm that could no longer be lifted, and half of his body was covered in blood, and even he didn't know where it was injured, not to mention Ding Yi, who shared most of the pressure, was already covered in blood, whether it was blue trousers or naked upper body, it was all crimson;

But there was no wound in their backs;

Not a single man was wounded with his back to the enemy, not one turned and fled;

Maybe they will die, but the fatal wound must be ahead.

Ding wiped the blood from his face, gasped and said, "Hu Shan, Sun Weishang!" Execute the command! He already felt that Hu Shan was about to lose his support. Dante didn't want to retreat, maybe he could compromise in the plans of the civil officials, eunuchs, and nobles; Perhaps in order to establish his own network, he can stick to Li Xian without a lower limit; Maybe...... There are many possibilities, but on the battlefield, for Ding Yi, there are no possibilities.

This is an indelible imprint in his bones, perhaps a fatal flaw or a merit.

Ding Yi's right hand holding the gun had begun to be a little unable to lift up, and he knew very well that this pain was not creatine, but muscle strain. Dante is still standing at the forefront, and he is like a war spear with a thick waist, which can not be bent.

Hu Shan gasped and held his long knife, he didn't think about facing such a battle formation, he seriously trained himself and trained recruits according to Ding Yiyi's requirements, but in his heart he thought that he was loyal to Ding Yicai to do so. So as soon as he was in danger, he subconsciously chose to keep Ding Yi alive, because in this way, his family would have a way out, and he didn't care about giving out more than 100 catties.

But no, it's not at all what he thinks.

Whether it was Ding Yi or the assassination actions that Ding Yi usually taught them - Hu Shan was very unimpressed in his heart; Whether it's the enemy you face, or your comrades who fought bloodily.

He didn't expect it to be like this.

The brother who was dragged over by Sun Wei at his feet struggled to get up, Hu Shan knelt down on one leg and pressed him, "What do you want?" ”

"Kill, kill ......the thief," he said weakly, and the fact that he had just been thrown like a projectile from a trebuchet on his horse had made him seriously injured, and although he cheered up, and though he tried, it was not enough to get up.

Hu Shan wiped the blood on his head and face, untied the leather bag and took a sip of wine, and then stuffed the wine bag into the hand of this comrade: "Can you still drink?" ”

"Yes...... It's just ...... sleepy."

"Brother, drink slowly and don't fall asleep." (To be continued......)