Chapter 4: Return I

"General Xiao, General Xiao" In all directions, the cry rang out. The warriors of the leather room army did not expect that their own master would lead everyone to drive for four or five days in a row, but they were beheaded under the horse without supporting a single face, and they were suddenly shocked and regretful.

Zheng Ziming didn't have any mercy at all, taking advantage of the fact that the Khitan people around him were scared stupid, he rushed to the corpse with a few arrows in succession, picked it up with one hand, followed closely, and another arrow stepped to the person's war horse and flew up. "It's all out of the way, it's not dead, it's just stunning. Otherwise, Lao Tzu will go down with another axe!"

The hand quickly touched back, but it was empty, and the flying axes that were thrown and picked up several times tonight were finally left and lost by him.

"Get out of the way, you're not dead yet! Smash your head, smash your head!"

"Get out of the way, not dead yet! smash, smash!"

"Smash, smash ......"

Tao Dachun and the others braved the torrential rain, rushed to both sides of Zheng Ziming's war horse, and raised their hands to hand over an iron whip that had just been picked up from the mud. In blunt Khitan words, loud threats.

Although the donkey lips they shouted were not in the horse's mouth, the surrounding leather room soldiers and soldiers compared Zheng Ziming with an iron whip on the head of his own general, and suddenly, the already desperate mood surged up a little hope, wanting to step forward to snatch it, but for fear of provoking the fierce god on the opposite side to kill the killer, you pushed me and squeezed it, making a mess.

It was precisely the war horse under Zheng Ziming's crotch that moved, shaking the body of the Khitan general up and down. The crowd immediately believed that their general was really not dead, waved their hands, and begged loudly, "Don't, don't kill." Please, don't kill!"

According to the Khitan military law, the commander failed to fight, and even if his personal soldiers snatched back the body, they would not escape death. And how the other generals are disposed of depends entirely on the mood of the top. It is possible that he was directly pushed out and beheaded and buried, or he may be taken away from his official position and made meritorious contributions, and he may be demoted to a shepherd slave together with his wife and children, and he will not be allowed to turn over for three generations.

Therefore, at present, the first priority of the Khitan soldiers is to rescue their own generals, rather than continue to pursue and kill their opponents. But if they really push the opponent into a hurry and smash General Xiao's head with an iron whip and a bunch of rotten watermelons, even if they finally grab the corpse, I'm afraid they won't end well.

When the two armies clash, even if they make mistakes in decision-making, it is better than being stupid in a row. The Cangzhou brothers around Zheng Ziming had simulated and rehearsed similar scenes dozens of times, so how could they miss the opportunity in vain? Immediately rushed to the side of their own boss, or snatched the ownerless mount, or ran wildly with both legs. The weapon in his hand waved left and right to both sides of the team at the same time, "Give way, give way, or smash, smash!" In the blink of an eye, the entire team broke out like a dragon.

"Stop, leave my general!"

"General Xiao, General Xiao!"

"Han people, words count, we don't chase ......"

Only then did the officers and soldiers of the leather room finally come to their senses, shouting in Khitan or stiff Chinese, and chasing after them. Zheng Ziming and others used crossbow arrows to control the distance, and used the life of the opponent's main general as a threat, and fought and retreated. After a while, he joined Tao Yong and others who broke through with Shi Chonggui on their backs.

"Those who have horses to ride stay, and those who don't have horses go to the river first and get on the boat!" Zheng Ziming commanded decisively, and at the same time turned his mount and once again pressed the head of the long-dead Khitan general with an iron whip.

"Click, click, click!" Several lightning bolts illuminated his proud figure. The rain had almost stopped, but the wind was more intense, blowing the horse's mane and tail and fluttering back and forth like a flag.

Most of the brothers said no word and hurried to the fork of the creek where the boats were hidden. Tao Dachun and Zhou Xin took seven or eight brothers who grabbed the war horse, and quickly lined up in a triangular formation around Zheng Ziming. Everyone was completely soaked, blood and rain dripping down.

The soldiers of the leather room army who chased after him were tired and afraid, and they tightly pulled their mounts from a distance. After many days of hurrying, and encountering stormy weather, the main general is still in the hands of the other party, and life and death are uncertain. On their side, both physical strength and morale, have fallen to the brink of collapse. Therefore, I no longer dare to be greedy for merit, and I just want to be able to save my master and general safely.

"Hurry up and slow down your strength, we must support until everyone else is on the boat!" Zheng Ziming turned a blind eye to the leather room army approaching. Turning his head, he commanded Tao Dachun and the others.

"Know!" Tao Dachun agreed in a deep voice, and then, from the belt of the war horse's buttocks, he pulled out an ownerless throwing gun. With both arms, he threw it at the opposite side, "Don't cross this throwing gun, otherwise, you will smash your general's head, so that his wife can't recognize it!"

"Throw a gun, don't cross over, otherwise, smash your head, old lady, you can't recognize it!" lest the other party not understand his warning, he repeated it again in broken Khitan words.

"Ake abandoned, Ake abandoned!" The officers and men of the leather room army had never encountered such an "unreasonable" opponent, and they were so angry that they scolded one after another. However, scolding and scolding, none of them dared to continue half a step past where the javelin landed.

"Ask them, why are you braving the rain to rush here?" Zheng Ziming pondered for a moment and ordered Tao Dachun in a low voice.

"Why, you, tonight, are here?" Tao Dachun's Khitan words were extremely blunt, but the meaning could be expressed more or less clearly.

Opposite, another angry shout rang out, mixed with the sound of wind and thunder, chaotic and noisy. But Tao Dachun quickly figured out the meaning. Turning his head sideways, he attached it to Zheng Ziming's ear and said, "They confessed that it was three days ago in the morning, someone sent a message to his general. Then they came in the rain. They don't know exactly what the message is. ”

"You ask them again, who else is coming here with the team?" Zheng Ziming's brows jumped up quickly, and he commanded in a low voice again.

Tao Dachun worked hard to translate his words into Khitan and tried to make the other party understand. Although the officers and soldiers of the leather room army were extremely anxious when they were asked, they had to be patient and give an answer when they saw Zheng Ziming raise the iron whip high again. It turned out that on that day, more than one Khitan army began to move towards Yingzhou, but the weather was too bad, and no one walked faster than the Pi Room army.

"Ask them again, who is the general leading the troops, how many people are under him, and what other things, the more detailed the better?" Zheng Ziming heard this, his face suddenly became very gloomy, and he continued to command.

Tao Dachun knew that the situation was not good, and tried his best to express the problem clearly in Khitan dialect. The other party was asked another round of noise, but he finally endured his temperament and answered his questions one by one. It is not known how many of them are lies and how many are facts.

"Then do you know ......" Tao Dachun understood that Zheng Ziming was deliberately delaying time, and spoke again with a dumb voice.

The Khitan soldiers were so anxious that they scratched their ears and cheeks, but there was nothing they could do. I can only bite the bullet and continue to talk to him.

"Then ...... you" In a blink of an eye, he had already asked the time of the small half pillar of incense, and Tao Dachun was still talking about it. At this time, the other party couldn't bear it anymore. Raise your weapon and shout loudly, "Ake, Ake!

"Fuck your mother's Akqi!" Zheng Ziming picked up the corpse of the Khitan with one arm and threw it hard into the woods on the side, "Go find it yourself, Lao Tzu doesn't want this stinky meat!"

"General, general" The soldiers of the leather room army didn't care about chasing and killing Zheng Ziming, and immediately rode their horses towards the place where the corpse landed. Seeing this, Tao Dachun and the others immediately rode their horses to wrap their own festival envoys, turned around and left.

It wasn't until everyone ran far away that there was a faint cry and scolding behind them. Obviously, the body of their main general was already cold, and the immortals could not save it.

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