readx;? Chapter 9: The End of Ping (12)

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"Kill!" Guo Xin swooped out of the snowflakes with an arrow step, swinging his knife and slashing at the head of a Youzhou soldier wearing a fur coat.

"Spare your life—" The Youzhou soldier let out a terrible scream, but he didn't have the courage to turn around to face it, but instinctively covered his head with his hand.

In the next instant, his four fingers flew into the night sky. Guo Xin pressed the steel knife on the top of his head, stared at the scarlet eyes, and his face looked like a fierce god, "Where is your military master? Where is your military master? Say it, spare you from death!"

"General Ma, General Ma is in front! The one wearing the willow leaf armor is Rao, spare your life!" The Youzhou soldier whose finger was cut off by Qi Gen twisted his face in pain, but he didn't dare to cry. The left hand held the bare right palm and stammered in the report.

"Get out!" Guo Xin kicked the man down the hill, and then continued to chase along the mountain road. The main general of the enemy army is surnamed Ma, who is the son of Ma Yinqing, the upstart of the former Jin Dynasty and the Qingzhou Thorn of the former Jin Dynasty. Both father and son are extremely enthusiastic about the "hegemony" of Liao State to dominate the world. If he can capture this life alive and force him to take up an idle position in Bianliang, it will not only deal a huge blow to his father Ma Yinqing, but also to all the Hanchen loyal to Liao.

Therefore, although his legs were already sore from running, and although there seemed to be a fire in his left and right chests, Guo Xin never stopped. Hold on a little longer, and you might catch up. For the sake of the mountain, we must not fall short! The enemy army is already full of soldiers and has no courage to fight back. The enemy was exhausted and could not raise their weapons even if they wanted to return fire. And all he needs to do is grit his teeth and catch up along the mountain road for a while, so that he can win a perfect ending for this battle.

"Guo Dutou, Guo Dutou, wait, wait for us!" the four villagers of Lijiazhai caught up breathlessly. Following behind Guo Xin, he slashed at the rout soldiers he encountered along the way. The defeated soldiers were as if they had lost their souls, and they were clearly five times as large as them, and they could be dismembered by raising their swords. However, none of the routs dared to resist, just holding their heads in their hands, dodging and begging for mercy, like a flock of lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

"The one surnamed Ma is in front, capture him alive, and the credit will be divided equally among our brothers!" Guo Xin turned his head and shouted suddenly, and then his legs continued to accelerate. ，

"Hmm!" "Yes!" "Continue, continue!" "Listen to you!" the villagers agreed continuously, their breathing as heavy as a bellows in a blacksmith's shop. The entire Du brothers, and the only ones who can still insist on following Guo Xin are the four of them. The rest were either exhausted from the pursuit of the rout, or they were lost in the snow.

"Where is the surname Ma? Come out and die!" Guo Xin suddenly let out a roar from his mouth, raised his steel knife, and slashed the night in front of him. Behind the night's curtain, a Youzhou officer dressed as a ten-general was chopped away, and his body rolled down the hillside and disappeared. Another Youzhou officer parried sideways, his steel knife dancing whirring. Guo Xin shook the other party's eyes with a knife, raised his foot, and kicked this person directly down the deep valley on the side of the road.

"Only kill the surnamed Ma, and the rest don't look for death!" The four villagers learned from Guo Xin's appearance, slashed and kicked the routs who were suddenly discovered, one by one, and drove them out. There was a sudden silence in their ears, and they and Guo Xin were plunged into darkness, and no longer heard any cries and wails. The routs in both directions fled cleanly, only the cold wind from the north blew through the dead trees on the hillside, and let out bursts of tiger roars and dragon roars.

"Who still has something to start a fire in their hands! Hurry up and light it up!" Guo Xin was slightly stunned by the sudden silence. Turning his head, he ordered the four villagers.

"No, no!" the villagers bent down, braced their bodies with steel knives, and whispered in response as they gasped. "Fire, fire on the archers. Archers, archers, none of them, didn't keep up. ”

"What about the others!" Guo Xin was slightly stunned again, and then realized that he had unknowingly completely lost contact with the team. Still, he wasn't willing to give up halfway. Gritted his teeth, and commanded in a deep voice, "Search from the corpses, these are all officials, and there may be something on them that ignites fire." The surname Ma is estimated to be not far from here, as long as the road is illuminated, we can continue to pursue!"

"Chase, chase!" the four villagers gasped and nodded, then crouched down and groped with their hands under the corpse's clothes. After a while, someone raised a fire fold and shouted happily, "Found it, found it." General Guo, I found it. ”

"Give it to me!" Guo Xin walked over quickly and took the fire fold. Then he squatted down and peeled off a fur from the corpse, first shielded the wind with the fur, and blew the fire on fire. Immediately, the fur fur was directly lit into a big torch.

"Follow me!" he commanded in a low voice, and then, he took another piece of clothing from the corpse, wrapped it around a stone, lit it, and then threw it in a circle with one hand, and threw it towards the mountain road ahead.

"Whew-" The clothes wrapped in stones flew into the sky like a chain ball, flew out more than thirty steps, and then roared to the ground. Illuminate the mountain roads along the way, and illuminate the dozen bloodless faces hiding on the side of the mountain roads.

"The surname Ma, where to go!" Guo Xin was overjoyed, roared, picked up the burning fur from the ground with his left hand, and held a knife in his right hand, and pounced down along the mountain road. The dozen or so faces illuminated by the firelight did not dare to fight, spread their legs, and ran for their lives.

"Stop, stop, surnamed Ma, don't run away if you have a kind!" The four villagers were also surprised and delighted, and their legs were suddenly full of strength again. picked up the steel knife and followed closely behind Guo Xin. As he ran, he didn't forget to light the clothes he had just stripped off from the corpse, illuminating a short area of snow as bright as day.

A few people who looked like generals suddenly stopped, turned around and blocked the way with horizontal knives. Guo Xin hacked one of them to death with a knife, and burned the other with the fur fur in his hand to blacken. The four villagers wielded swords and torches to slaughter the remaining people who stood in their way.

The front was empty again, and no rout dared to stop and break the rear. Guo Xin took four villagers to chase after him, like a tiger coming down the mountain.

He saw the captive's Commander Madu, a man with a strong body but a weaker heart than a sixteen-year-old girl. has been forced to this point, and he still refuses to walk by himself, and he has to pretend to faint and be carried by the family general to escape. He saw Ma Du's commander's staff, personal guards, and several other Youzhou army commanders, one of whom was foaming at the mouth and his face was full of despair.

"Stop, those who surrender will not die!" Guo Xin's feet suddenly slipped and almost fell into a rolling gourd. However, he did not pause at all, and the sound was like thunder. The two commanders of the Youzhou Army were shaken by the "thunder" and staggered to a halt. One of the staff members jerked out his sword and landed it across his own neck. At the critical moment, Ma Yanxu, who "fainted" on his back, finally regained consciousness, jumped down suddenly, held a single knife, and roared back, "Lao Tzu fought with you, ah-"

"Lao Tzu is fighting with you, ah-" Seven or eight pro-soldiers also turned around and staggered towards Guo Xin. The arm holding the knife trembled like a dead branch in the wind.

This level of dying struggle does not pose any threat to Guo Xin. Although Guo Xin himself and the four villagers are also exhausted. Quickly a wild horse mane came, and Guo Xin cut down the two Ma family soldiers who didn't even have the strength to hold the knife to the ground. Then another dragon swing of the tail slashed the neck of the third dying man from behind.

The fourth Ma family soldier still refused to give up, and pounced with a steel knife in both hands. Guo Xin quickly turned sideways and let go of the blade. The horizontal knife in his hand reversed, and with a "poof" sound, the person's wrist, breastplate, and lower abdomen were cut into two pieces.

"Capture the surnamed Ma alive!" The four villagers joined forces to kill, stopped the rest of the Ma family's personal soldiers, and cut flesh and blood flying. The head Guo Xin finally freed his hand and mentioned that he went straight to Ma Yanxu himself.

The latter cried and slashed with a knife, relying on his relatively abundant physical strength to not give Guo Xin a chance to get close to him. Guo Xin swung his knife and slashed left and right twice, his body was short, and his right leg quickly swept across.

"Ahh "Surrender or kill!" Guo Xin yelled, raising his knife to catch up. The two Ma soldiers gave up their opponents and sacrificed their lives to stop them, but they were stabbed one by one by him, and they flew upside down, bleeding all over the ground.

"Help!" Ma Yanxu shouted, using his hands and feet together, and crawled away into the distance. Guo Xin kicked away a Youzhou staff member who came to block the way and chased after him. As long as he swung his knife and chopped, he could kill Ma Yanxu on the spot. However, the idea of capturing this person alive is stored in his heart, so that the latter can always escape his control at the most critical moment.

After failing to take Ma Yanxu down several times in a row, Guo Xin finally lost his patience, raised his steel knife, and threatened loudly: "If you don't surrender again, Lao Tzu will chop you!"

"Whew!" a black light suddenly shot out of the night and went straight to his chest. Guo Xin swung his knife and slammed it, "Dangchang", the sparks splashed, the black light was crooked, and a string of red smoke was stirred up in the left shoulder socket.

"Whoosh-" Dozens of wolf-tooth arrows flew in the air and landed behind Ma Yanxu, forming an icy fence.

"No, shameless—" Guo Xin covered his shoulders with his hands, and blood trickled down his fingers. Raising his head with difficulty, he saw a group of Youzhou soldiers wearing fur furs ghostly rushing towards the distance, and the first military general was eight feet tall, with silver armor and white robes, and the spear in his hand was pointed at his chest.

"Hugh is rampant, Han has come to understand your power!" shouted the Silver Armor General and rushed forward to protect Ma Yanxu. More than 30 pro-soldiers flocked behind him, sandwiching Guo Xin and four villagers who could not retreat on both sides of the mountain road, and the wolf's tooth arrows flickered coldly on the bow arm.

"Surrender, surrender or kill!" Han Zhuo got up from the ground, with snot and tears on his face, shouting.

Guo Xin rejected his proposal without hesitation, holding a knife in one hand and standing back to back with the four villagers.

Enemy reinforcements are coming, and it doesn't look like the scale is too small. On his side, he didn't know if the battle was over, and if he still had the strength to face the new group of tigers and wolves?

Now, the only way to fight to the death is to buy the brothers more time. Only by fighting to the death can it be possible for the follow-up robes to discover the danger in time and spread the news to Zheng Ziming's ears. The stinging pain in the shoulder socket came one after another, Guo Xin's body trembled with pain, but his mind was extremely clear. Gritting his teeth and raising his knife, he challenged the enemy general, "Come and get a name, Guo Xin will not die under the knife, and the nameless ghost will not die!"

"Then let you die clearly!" The white-robed enemy general smiled, the corners of his mouth turned up, and his face was full of pride, "Da Liao pushes the loyalty of the deed to Xuanli, the left servant of Shangshu shoots the son of Han Zhigu, and Han Kuangmei, the commander of the Yanjing army, is ordered to come to ......!"

"Hahaha, hahaha, hahaha...... , Guo Xin pursed his lips and interrupted with a wild laugh. "It's such a long list, it's just a lackey raised by the Khitans!" blood trickled down the shaft of the arrow on his shoulder, and in a blink of an eye, half of his body turned red.

"You are looking for death!" Han Kuangmei was so angry that her face turned pale, brandished her spear, and stabbed when she was distracted. Guo Xin was injured, and his strength had already been exhausted, so he only blocked twice, and the horizontal knife in his hand was knocked away. Seeing that the other party stabbed at him again, "Ahh

"Dang Chang!" a loud bang shook his eyes black, and he fell softly against his brother.

Han Kuangmei's inevitable shot was smashed by a dead tree pole flying in mid-air, and ice slag and sawdust flew everywhere. Before he could figure out what was going on, dozens of stones with ice and snow smashed down on his head and face, smashing the Youzhou new forces surrounded on both sides of the mountain road.

"The thief is despicable!" Caught off guard, Han Kuangmei also took two stones, wielding a spear to try to block, while quickly retreating.

On the hillside, more than fifty figures roared down, while continuing to attack the Youzhou army with flying stones and dead branches covered with ice and snow, and at the same time, forming a high wall in front of Guo Xin and others.

The wind swept the snowflakes and danced in front of the human wall.

"There is nothing more despicable than acting for the tiger and mutilating your own people!" In the endless snow, Zheng Ziming was holding a steel whip and facing Han Kuangmei, like a killing god descending from the sky.