readx;? Chapter 12: The Boy (8)

Han Kuangxian and his cronies around him were beaten and retreated. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Although all of them have experienced a hundred battles, their numbers and morale are far inferior to those of the villagers. And the brave rush of Hu Yancong and the heroes of Taihang Mountain made the disadvantage of the Youzhou Army even worse!

"Protect the commander, protect the commander!" Seeing that the situation was not good, the two pro-soldiers and ten generals glanced at each other, coldly dragged Han Kuangxian's arm, turned around and ran.

"Protect all the commanders, protect all the commanders!" The rest of the soldiers saw the behavior of the two clearly, but everyone took it for granted. continued to shout to block the way of Zheng Ziming and the villagers, and used his life to buy time for Han Kuangxian.

If the Lord will die, they will not escape death when they return. Only by keeping Han Kuangxian alive can they have a glimmer of life. Their families will be taken care of and will not become roadside starvation.

"Kill-" The two red-eyed Youzhou soldiers both pounced on Zheng Ziming. One raises a knife to slash, and the other swings an arm to sweep. This move, the two of them have used together countless times, and it has made countless opponents hate Huang Quan.

However, what they met today was Zheng Ziming.

I saw a steel whip glowing blue in mid-air suddenly erected, and the dragon swung its tail. With a "dang bang", the chopped steel knife was swept away. Immediately after, the dragon tail continued to roar and press down, and with another "dang long", he caught the steel knife that swept over from the side and smashed it directly into a saw.

"Kill!" Zheng Ziming quickly withdrew his whip, raised it high, and made a blow to the top of Mount Tai. The heavy whip body went straight to the head of the empty-handed Youzhou soldier. The steel knife was frightened by the Youzhou soldiers who were smashed into the air, raised their hands to protect the top of their heads, and retreated with their legs alternately. Zheng Ziming smiled coldly at him, and the steel whip that had already smashed halfway suddenly turned, pressed against the tip of this person's nose, and smashed into the shoulder of another Youzhou soldier.

The second Youzhou soldier was too late to dodge, and in a hurry, he could only turn sideways and erect the "saw" in his hand to carry it. I heard another crisp sound, "dang chang", and the saw was torn apart. The steel whip continued unabated, slamming into his chest.

"Poof-" Blood spurted out of his mouth with shattered internal organs. The poor Youzhou soldier shook and fell headlong.

"Kill!" Zheng Ziming raised his steel whip and continued to chase and kill the empty-handed Youzhou soldiers. One, two, three, the steel whip fell from mid-air, smashing the man to pieces.

"Protect the general!" lest he continue to chase his own commander, and the surrounding Youzhou soldiers swarmed up. Swords and guns are raised, trying to rely on more to win.

"It's a good time!" Zheng Ziming roared and bent his legs, waved his arms, and his body spun rapidly, fighting in all directions at night. "Dangdang Dang!" the sound of metal striking was incessant, and the weapons closest to him were all smashed into the air.

When Fuyao Zi Chen Tuan first instructed him in martial arts, he once told him. At his age at the time, it was too late to refine his tricks, however, he could use his tall and powerful advantages to the extreme in the future, and hit short and long shots.

Zheng Ziming always remembered his master's words, and in actual combat, he continued to explore and adjust. And the battlefield, the tempering effect of martial arts is far greater than squatting at home behind closed doors. After almost every battle, his skills can be improved a lot.

Another spear stabbed through the crowd, trying to find his lower abdomen. Zheng Ziming didn't even look at it, raised his hand and smashed it at the gun. "Dang Chang!" , the spear was smashed sideways half a foot, but it didn't have time to stop, and it just hit the shoulder socket of another Youzhou soldier.

"Ahh Zheng Ziming raised his foot and kicked the base of the man's thigh, helping him get rid of the shackles of the gun. At the same time, he used this person's body to knock the other two Youzhou soldiers into faltering, and he could no longer pose a threat to himself in a short period of time.

Immediately after, he turned around, whipped his whip, and smashed one of the closest Youzhou soldiers to the ground, blood vomiting wildly.

The encirclement of the Youzhou soldiers was completely torn apart, and Tao Yong and Li Shun took advantage of the weakness with their brothers. Protect Zheng Ziming's side while slashing the surrounding enemies into bloody flesh.

Zheng Ziming, who received assistance, was like a tiger with wings, brandishing a steel whip and killing the enemy soldiers in front of him. "Click", a spear was smashed into two pieces by him, and the Youzhou warrior with the gun was stunned, turned around and ran. Li Shun chased after him with an arrow step and stabbed this person from behind.

"Dang Chang!" A horizontal knife was smashed by Zheng Ziming and flew into the air, and the owner of the horizontal knife was bleeding from his right hand, frowning and dodging sideways. Zheng Ziming rushed past him and left him with the other brothers. Tao Yong swung the steel knife and quickly wiped it horizontally, cutting the person's throat with one sword.

"Protect the commander, protect the commander!" The shout that came out of the mouth of Han Kuangxian's personal guards was already obviously crying.

They had done their best, and they all forgot to die, but they couldn't make the distance between their boss and their opponent even more.

It's too ruthless, the opponent is too ruthless, and it doesn't give them a breather at all. On the left and right sides of the battlefield, the other Youzhou soldiers had completely collapsed, and countless Xiang Yong, led by a black-faced strong man and a bronze-faced boy, outflanked them and tried to wipe them out.

"Let go of me, stop, God wants everyone to die, everyone will die here today!" Just when everyone wanted to cry without tears, Han Kuangxian suddenly regained his courage, stopped suddenly, turned around and raised the horizontal knife.

Escape, there must be no escape. Then simply fight to the death. In case Zheng Ziming can be injured, even if it is only a minor injury, it can also give the army half a morning to retreat.

"Fight to the death, fight to the death!" The guards suddenly had a backbone, and gathered towards Han Kuangxian with red eyes, ready to fight to the death.

The enemy was twice as large as expected, and had the best time and place. Everyone lost, in fact, it is not too wrong. If you can pull a few more villagers before you die, you will still be honored even if you are defeated.

Their ideas are tragic and perfect, but they can't resist the cold reality.

Several cold arrows suddenly shot from the side, knocking down the soldiers who were next to Han Kuangxian's side one after another. Before the Youzhou soldiers could see where the feather arrows came from, in mid-air, two more reprimands sounded, "Thief, suffer death!" "Thief, abandon your weapon and don't kill!" The two female generals, one left and one right, entered the battle group, wielding a knife and only taking Han Kuangxian himself.

"Protect the general!" "Stop them!" all the guards shouted, sacrificing their lives to block the way of the two female generals. The formation, which had just recovered a few points, was instantly stirred into a pot of porridge.

Seeing this, where would Zheng Ziming delay? Wielding a steel whip, he drove straight in, first "poof" two whips, and beat the last two Youzhou soldiers in front of him to vomit blood and die. Followed by a big stride, the steel whip is held high, or Mount Tai is on the top!

"Dang Chang!" Han Kuangxian instinctively raised his knife to block, and then there was a roar in his ears. The horizontal knife in his right hand shattered into four pieces, and three pieces flew back upside down, cutting three bloody cuts of different depths in his right face and shoulder.

In mid-air, the steel whip that flashed with cold light did not pause, and continued to smash into his head with a whistling.