Chapter 3: Hurricanes (10)

(Last night was two shifts, and the order was a bit out of order.) E『.┡It has been readjusted, please pay attention)

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!" Some shouted to touch their weapons, others tried to extinguish the lights. A tall figure broke through the window with the rain and fell with an axe in his hand, cutting down two panicked Khitan soldiers to the ground.

"Fight, fight, follow me!" the bearded man slammed the Khitan leader closest to him forward, his legs quickly backing back. Immediately, the whip was abandoned, the knife was drawn, and all the actions were done in one go.

"Zarim ——!," the Khitan leader let out a curse and raised his empty hands to block the short axe that was being chopped in front of him. He is a Khitan, with a beard and a beard, and he usually relies on his noble blood, and he has not stumbled on the other party. But I never expected that the other party had endured himself again and again in the past, but at the critical moment, he decisively used himself as a shield.

"Lao Tzu is Zheng Ziming!" The tall figure was stunned, and then roared angrily and slashed the axe blade.

The Khitan little leader** burst out, his eyes widened, and he didn't bat at himself.

The bearded general Zarim drew his sword to face the battle, Zheng Ziming suddenly smiled at him, and the sharp axe came out with blood beads, and with a "dang" sound, his weapon was smashed into the air.

Then, a bolt of lightning struck his face. Zarim instinctively stepped back, dodged, his back pressed against the wall, his hands clenched into fists and smashed in front of him.

He has always had a bit of brute strength, and one punch is enough to kill a wild deer. However, Zheng Ziming's strength was much greater than him, and he slammed his arm away from his fist, and then, the short blade in his hand spit forward and hit him in the throat.

"Cluck, cluck, cluck......" Zarim clutched his throat with his hands, his eyes widened until he died, and he couldn't believe that he hadn't even blasted for a round.

Zheng Ziming didn't even look at him, kicked open the back door, and threw himself into the deepest part of the courtyard.

"What's going on!" In the main house in the deepest part of the courtyard, Xiao Liyan vaguely heard a few shouts, stood up suddenly, and threw himself at the window, "It's not good, someone, someone has come to save this dog emperor!"

"Nonsense, unless he has wings and can fly from the sky!" Ye Luqin kicked Shi Chonggui's ass, and scolded with a suspicious smile: "Who is willing to come to save him for this cowardice?

His strength was too great, and Shi Chonggui was kicked forward, just falling down on the thigh of another Khitan general, Xiao Li.

Xiao Li, who was concentrating on judging the situation outside, was startled, turned his head, and kicked Shi Chonggui in the face: "You old thing, are you looking for death? Even if someone comes to save you, Lao Tzu will let them have no return!"

In an instant, a mud mark of a boot appeared on Shi Chonggui's face, and blood flowed from his nose and mouth at the same time. While wiping, he quickly hid back, shouting in a hoarse voice, "Yes, it has nothing to do with me." I swear, General Xiao, that the people outside have nothing to do with me......"

"That's not necessarily, it's not good to say that it's your son who came to save you!" Yeluqin sneered and shook his head, not trusting his own judgment.

How can anyone know that there is no return, and still take the initiative to send him to death. Then Zheng Ziming is not a fool. Besides, Shi Chonggui and him have been separated for so many years, and that little father-son relationship should have faded a long time ago, how could it be worth him to come and sacrifice his life to save him desperately.

"Click" A purple lightning bolt suffocated Yeluqin's ridicule back into his throat.

Outside the window, the lightning was as bright as day, and there was a big man in the shape of a man, like a tiger and a leopard, who pounced on the surrounding Khitan soldiers, and there was no enemy everywhere he passed.

Behind him, there was a small group of dead soldiers dressed in black, all armed with short knives, chasing the Khitan soldiers and slashing and killing, like a group of hungry wolves killing into the flock.

"Poof. ”

Zheng Ziming waved his long knife, and before a Khitan soldier holding a spear could react, he was in a different place.

A Khitan hundred-man will swing an iron shovel and smash it into his chest. Zheng Ziming raised his knife to parry, and when there was a loud sound, the long knife he had just picked up was broken into two. He stepped back, stepped back, dodged, and then, with one hand, swiped it toward his waist. A short axe flew out quickly, smashing the face door of the Khitan hundred generals.

Several spears pierced through the rain curtain and went straight to his waist and lower abdomen. Zheng Ziming retreated decisively, and Tao Yong rushed with two brothers to block the Khitan soldiers and fight with the other party.

Whoosh, Wang Guigui released two crossbow arrows in time. Knocked over Tao Yong's opponent. The surrounding Cangzhou warriors quickly formed a small formation, cooperating with each other, and stabbing the remaining Khitan soldiers down one by one.

Pushing away a blood-spurting corpse, Zheng Ziming snatched the opponent's iron rod, held it high and continued to pounce forward. He needs to rush in as fast as he can, and he doesn't have to worry about the back and sides. These Khitan soldiers in the back have their own brothers to solve.

"Ahh He was hit on the head, smashed upside down and flew out, vomiting blood and dying. Another Khitan soldier tried to crouch down and sneak up on his calf. He hit his head with another stick, and even his head and helmet were smashed to pieces.

The third Khitan soldier who was blocking the way clearly showed panic in his eyes, turned around, and fled for his life. Zheng Ziming chased after him for a few steps, and smashed his head into his chest with a stick.

The iron rod was bent into an arc because of the force. Someone threw a scimitar from behind. Zheng Ziming turned around to catch it, turned around again, and rushed into the next group of Khitans, his body constantly changing direction in the jump, and the long knife turned into an iron chain in the hands of the bull head and horse face, ruthlessly pulling the surrounding Khitan people to hell one by one.

The surrounding Khitan people died and fled, and they were swept away. Suddenly, Zheng Ziming's sword was one, and he rushed directly to the steps.

On the steps, two guys dressed as pro-soldiers, one with a spear and the other with a knife, shouted to meet the battle. Wang Guigui shot an arrow in time and knocked down one of them. Zheng Ziming slashed the other one to death with a knife, raised his leg and kicked the body into a puddle.

Tao Dachun and a few brothers quickly chased after him, and the brothers led by Zhou Xin were horns to each other, ready to provide answers to Zheng Ziming who was sprinting ahead.

"Enemy attack, enemy attack!" A group of soldiers in bright armor rushed over against the eaves, ignoring Zheng Ziming, who was close at hand, but pounced on the door of the house first.

Their lord will be in the house, and their duty is to protect their own lord first, and then to care about the life and death of the enemy.

Tao Dachun rushed forward and blocked the group of pro-soldiers. The 100 people who took the lead swung their knives at him and slashed at him, Tao Dachun dodged sideways, and floated away like leaves against the stagnant water on the ground. The Khitan hundred generals didn't expect the other party to retreat without a fight, and they were slightly stunned, Tao Yong didn't hesitate to kill from the side, and a spear pierced this person's body.

With a "poof", as the spear was drawn, the Khitan hundred people would fall to the ground.

Zhou Xin led his brothers to join the battle group, and the steel knife was brandished, splashing waves of blood.

Zheng Ziming, who rushed to the front, had no time to look back, stepped over the steps with his legs, and rushed to the door.

Several soldiers rushed out of the house and slashed with knives. Li Biao raised his gun and stepped forward to block it, blocking the killer blow for Zheng Ziming. Zheng Ziming jumped more and more, and stabbed with his backhand, with a "bang", the knife fell and his arm was broken, and the sharp blade continued to slash, cutting the throat of another pro-soldier.

"Enter the house, enter the house, there is me outside!" Tao Dachun shouted, the steel knife in his hand did not stop at all, forcing the surrounding Khitan soldiers to retreat again and again.

Tao Yong took a few brothers and fought in formation, quickly emptying both sides of Zheng Ziming's body.

There was a burly Khitan warrior who suddenly rushed out of the house. As soon as the mace in his hand was raised, he was blocked by Zheng Ziming's horizontal knife. Li Biao stepped forward, and the spear went straight at this person and choked his throat. The Khitan warrior roared and retreated, one foot in the door and the other outside the door. Zheng Ziming decisively threw himself into this person's arms, pulled out a short axe with his left hand and quickly lifted it, and with a "snap", the person's chin and half of his head were lifted on the beam.

The last line of defense of the door was broken, and with the help of the flickering candles, he could see the situation inside.

A pale old man was trampled underfoot, and two Khitan generals, one on the left and one on the right, stepped on the old man, the scimitar in his hand flashed with cold light.

"Stop, get out. Otherwise, we will end up with the surname Shi first. And then I'll fight with you to the death!"