readx;? Chapter 2: Reunion (8)

"Pull closer, back to back!" scout Guo Ren shouted, leaning sideways towards the two companions. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Among the three, if you talk about the experience of life and death, he is undoubtedly the first. Otherwise, he would not have been selected by Guo Wei, the privy deputy envoy who leaned towards the government and the opposition, and was specifically responsible for protecting his adopted son Chai Rong. After a few strides in a row, he and Ning Ziming converged again, shoulder to shoulder, like two city walls, firmly protecting ** behind him.

The Khitan raiders who rushed forward with a sly smile frowned, their weapons waving like wheels, but it was difficult to find a chance to separate the three of them. The steel whip in Ning Ziming's hand and the iron shovel that scout Guo Ren had just snatched were both clumsy heavy weapons, far less flexible than straight swords and scimitars, but they were superior to those who were powerful and domineering. At this moment, the whirring wind that is held in the hands of the two of them, as long as the ordinary sword is slightly stained, it will be the end of collapse.

**As a woman, of course, her strength is not as strong as that of her two companions. But the short sword in her hand is a magic weapon that has been tempered for thousands of years, and under the sunlight, the blade of the sword is blue and cold. At first glance, you can tell that it has been smeared with poison, and you can seal your throat when you see blood.

"Clank!" In the blink of an eye, the two sides had fought for another five or six rounds, and the two raiders were beaten to the ground and fell to the ground and died on the spot. The three straight swords were knocked away by the steel whip and the iron shovel, and they flew into the air and disappeared. Although there are many people on the Khitan warrior side, it is difficult to get three people to participate in the fight at the same time, but it is difficult to exceed five. Therefore, he was so anxious that he screamed wildly, like a plagued wolf, and spun around wildly.

At this moment, a few more Khitan words came from the river beach, which was not standard, "Fold the hair, think of the Kerr, and break the Kroan Seth Guli!"

"Fold your hair, break your hair, Croian Seth Guli!" The eyes of the raiders lit up, and they all retreated backwards to distance themselves from Ning Ziming. Immediately, six or seven people with spears in their hands stepped forward again to stab, and those with other weapons in their hands bent down to pick up stones and clods from the ground, and smashed them at the "prey" with their heads covered in their faces.

"Shameless!" "Fight for the tiger!" Ning Ziming and the other three were in a hurry, and while hurriedly parrying, they frequently turned their heads towards the hiding place of Chai Rong and the others. (Note 1)

At the broken wall, Chai Rong had already jumped on the mount, and Zhao Kuangyin rode his horse to follow. After that, there were the other three henchmen of the Guo family, each of whom drew their horn bows like a full moon, and the arrows on the bow arms were dazzling and cold.

However, it is far from water that can quench the thirst of the near!

From the beginning of the all-out retreat to the present, Ning Ziming and the others barely ran thirty or forty steps. And the broken wall where Chai Rong and the others are hiding is still two hundred and fifty steps away from here!

"Bah!" A stone smashed in the air was knocked away by Ning Ziming with a steel whip. Immediately after, a spear like a poisonous snake stabbed in front of his eyes. Turning his arm sideways, he used all his body to smash it away before he could be stabbed into his body by the spear. The second spear had a dazzling chill hanging from the bottom up, straight to his lower abdomen.

"Open!" Ning Ziming broke off loudly, and smashed his left arm with a layer of thick cowhide in his sleeve to smash at the spear. The bright spear was pushed a few inches away, protruding against his ribs, bringing up a puff of red. The Khitan raiders who succeeded in the sneak attack laughed loudly and excitedly, and at the same time pushed the shaft of the spear with both arms, and pulled Ning Ziming's clothes and leather armor next to his ribs, pulling him to a stagger step.

"Die!" At the critical moment, ** jumped around and swung his sword to chop. Split the spear shaft picked on Ning Ziming's body into two. The Khitan warrior, who was pushing the shaft of the spear, was caught off guard and rushed out a few steps with half a spear in his hand, rushing the other two of his companions who were about to take the opportunity to launch a sneak attack. Ning Ziming pulled out the broken spear under his ribs with his left hand and threw it at the opposite side. Then the steel whip in his right hand struggled to fall back, smashing the head of a Khitan warrior closest to him.

"Poof!" red light flashed, ** flew wildly, and the dead Khitan warriors fell down like dead trees. All the Khitan warriors who were facing Ning Ziming's side were forced to retreat in panic. However, the temporary array where Ning Ziming and the three of them protected each other also completely ceased to exist.

"Woohoo, woohoo, woo!" the Khitan raiders were ecstatic and swarmed up from the front and back. Clamp the three of them, and use both long and short weapons. Ning Ziming was so anxious that his eyes were spewing smoke and fire, and he couldn't bother to turn his head to check the location of Chai Rong and the other reinforcements. The steel whip in his hand is waved in front of and behind him, as long as he sees an opportunity, he would rather be injured than put the enemy to death first.

A few red stars splashed up on his arms, under his ribs, and on the edge of his thighs, but they weren't enough to cause him to fall immediately. The grinding in the Tiger Wings a few months ago, although dangerous, has taught him many life-saving tricks. At the most dangerous moments, the body can instinctively avoid the vital points, and constantly exchange minor injuries and skin injuries for survival time.

Scout Guo Ren's situation is much better than him, but it is also full of dangers. A large iron shovel swung between the spear and the short blade, and the sound of gold and iron and roar was endless.

Suddenly, Han Jing, who was sandwiched between the two, let out a muffled snort from his mouth. Immediately after, something wet splashed on the back of Ning Ziming's hand. With a swing of his iron whip, he struck a night battle and smashed all the weapons that were handed to him. Turning his head in a panic, he saw that one of Han Jing's arms was already dyed red, and his body was staggering back and forth under a few straight swords.

"Hold on!" Scout Guo Ren reacted faster, let out a loud shout from his mouth, and pounced on Han Jing properly. He smashed a Khitan woman who rushed forward with an iron hammer, and blocked another straight sword that slashed at Han Jing with his shoulder. A spear bit him on the back like a poisonous snake, and went deep into the foot.

"Your grandmother's!" scout Guo Ren shouted, looking back and throwing an iron whip, smashing the bridge of the attacker's nose. More weapons found him, slashing his back into a bloody slicing slicer.

"Brother Guo!!" Ning Ziming was heartbroken, as if those swords had all been slashed at him. Regardless of the approaching enemy, he turned around and pounced on Guo Ren and Han Jing, dancing the steel whip with both hands, smashing it in all directions.

"Ding!" "Ding!" "Poof!" "Click!" The heavy steel whip was still developing in his body, but he was already more than eight feet tall and held it in his hand, waving a gust of wind. Two straight swords were smashed into the air, and a Khitan warrior was smashed in the chest, vomiting blood and dying. There was also a Khitan warrior who was unwilling to fight with the mortal, turned around and fled, and was swept on the thigh by his whip, and his body flew more than four feet away, and Bai Huahua's broken bones poked directly into the soil, and the blood flowed like a river.

The Khitan raiders were completely enraged, abandoning the injured Han Jing and the already dead Guo Ren, and all flocked around Ning Ziming. On the river beach, the interpreter surnamed Feng had already discovered Chai Rong and others, and jumped to the ground to send out a warning signal desperately, but he no longer received any attention. The raiders were all red-eyed, and they swore not to stop until they cut the young men in the encirclement into meat sauce.

A shorter raider swung his knife and slashed at Huashan. Ning Ziming took a step forward suddenly, and the steel whip was raised, and the fit hit his chest. The disparity between the two sides was so great that the raiders' steel knives were knocked flying, and the men were knocked backwards. Ning Ziming pressed his shoulder against the other party's chest and chased after him, while slashing the steel whip behind his back.

"Ding!" A spear that was determined to be won was crooked by the steel whip, and the two straight swords could not keep up with the movement speed of the target, and they all went empty. Another spear stabbed from the side, and Ning Ziming hugged the waist of the warrior with one hand and turned around sharply. The Khitan who made the spear unable to move, watched as the weapon in his hand stabbed the back of his robe, and a dazzling red appeared from the other side of his body.

Before he could remember to pull out the spear from his companion's corpse, Ning Ziming had already rushed forward with a loud roar. One whip smashed his head, and another lashed at the nearby Kou. The threatened Khitan warriors retreated to dodge, but stumbled over the thorns on the hillside. Ning Ziming raised the steel whip again and smashed it down, "Poof!" with a bang, smashing between the person's legs.

He didn't dare to stay away from Han Jing and turned around to kill back. The two Khitan warriors greeted them with a sinister smile and cooperated with each other to attack. Ning Ziming raised the whip to block, struggling to support. The third Khitan warrior saw the bargain, squatted down sharply, and the spear flicked sideways from side to side.

This move can not be described as not vicious, Ning Ziming couldn't take care of it up and down, he was tripped and completely lost his balance, and staggered to his knees. All the Khitans who were still alive shouted and shouted, raised their weapons and chopped down one after another. Ning Ziming twisted his body to block on his back, but it was too late, and he watched several cold lights slash down towards him-

"Poof!" "Poof!" "Poof!" "Poof!" The sky was full of red light, and the Khitan raiders who were determined to win fell one after another. A wave of feathered arrows came to them at the last moment, followed by twenty bowl-sized horses' hooves.

Chai Rong, Zhao Kuangyin, and the three dead soldiers of the Guo family dropped their horn bows and picked up their respective weapons. With the inertia of the war horse's sprint, it roared past both sides of Ning Ziming's body. With just one face, the Khitan raiders were crushed. Then he decisively pulled the horse's head back and chased the rest of the Khitan raiders, never dying.

"The one on the beach is left to me!" Ning Ziming jumped up from the ground with a fish leap and rushed down the hill with a steel whip. There were more than a dozen large and small wounds on the body, and blood was dripping down the footprints into two straight lines. He didn't care whether the blood was his own or the enemy's, and he didn't feel the slightest pain. Just stared at the interpreter who was trying to jump on the war horse and escape with his eyes, eager to break this person's body into pieces.

"Let me come!" Zhao Kuangyin heard his roar and turned back in amazement. Immediately, he knew what he wanted to do. Without hesitation, he gave up the pursuit of the rest of the Khitans, and urged his mount to rush directly to the riverbank.

In total, there were still more than a hundred steps left, and the time required for the war horse that rushed down the slope was only a short three snaps of a finger. Before the interpreter for the tiger could speed up, he had already cut off his way from the side. The head of the copper-covered big stick is a stick, and the mount under the interpreter's crotch is directly smashed to the ground. (Note 2)

"Spare your life!" Feng said a roll, jumped off the mount, and grabbed the last moment, avoiding the fate of being crushed by the livestock and breaking his legs. Followed by him, kneeling on his knees and protecting his head with his hands, "Zhao Daguan spares his life! The little one is forced to be helpless, and the little one didn't recognize you just now!"

Every sentence is full of words, and it is a fake Bianliang accent.

"You ——?" Zhao Kuangyin never imagined that he could still meet an acquaintance between Yanshan! Originally, he had already raised the copper stick high again, but suddenly stopped in mid-air, and could no longer smash it! The interpreter under the shadow of the stick quickly rolled backwards, escaped a few steps, and then fell to his knees for the second time, holding his head and continuing to shout, "Acquaintance, acquaintance, Brother Zhao has mercy under the stick." My father and Ling Zun have been friends for many years, and our two families are world friends!"

When Zhao Kuangyin heard this, the big stick in his hand couldn't be smashed. He was about to ask the man to raise his head and identify himself. Ning Ziming had already roared and rushed over, and the steel whip in his hand was raised high, "Shameless dog thief, pay for my brother's life!"

"Spare your life, His Royal Highness King Zheng spare your life!" Although Feng Tongyi's character is unbearable, his hands and feet are extremely flexible. Without waiting for Ning Ziming's steel whip to shoot down, he rushed to Zhao Kuangyin's side. Both hugged one of Zhao Kuangyin's thighs and wailed in a long voice: "Weichen, Weichen really didn't recognize you before! Brother Zhao, you hurry up and ask my brother for a favor." Weichen Feng Ji, once accompanied His Royal Highness to the Liao army camp, and once lived and died together! Weichen, Weichen thought that you were a dead soldier who came to take revenge, so he had to give advice to the Khitans. Wei Chen, Wei Chen to His Royal Highness, to the Great Jin, has always been loyal, loyal......"

While crying, he secretly looked at Ning Ziming with his eyes. So that when the latter continued to chase after him, he could flee for his life around the war horse. Unexpectedly, after crying a few times, he discovered the abnormality of the situation. The voice was unconsciously lowered, and at last it was almost inaudible.

Holding a steel whip high must be His Royal Highness King Zheng, Zhengzhou Thorn Shi Shi Yanbao, and Feng Ji, who used to be a secretary and a provincial school secretary, has no doubt about his gaze. However, he did not see any joy on the other side's face. I only saw this person standing in place as if he had been struck by lightning, the steel whip was raised, his eyes were wide open, and the blood on his body was dripping and dripping, dripping along the corners of his clothes!

Note 1: When the Yelu family was first founded, it was not very powerful. Liu Rengong and his son were able to defeat Yelu Abaoji many times with only one place in Youzhou. When he met Li Cunmiao, Yelu Abaoji had no choice but to flee for his life. However, Abaoji very decisively used a large number of Han scholars, and gave the other party a completely equal status with the Khitan nobles. The strength of the Khitan State increased day by day, and soon after Li Cunmiao's death, he surpassed a group of Central Plains princes who were busy killing each other.

Note 2: The war horse sprints for a short distance, and it only takes five to six seconds for 100 meters.

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