readx;? Chapter 2: Penny (7)

"Assassin—!" Liu Lao raised his knife to protect his head and shouted loudly. In an instant, he almost forgot about www.biquge.info the Zelu cavalry who were killing him head-on.

No wonder Chang Si dared to rush back to tens of thousands with only 500 people, no wonder Chang Si didn't care whether the group exercises behind him were friends or enemies. It turned out that the dead soldiers under his command had long been lurking beside him. If you see the right moment, you will deliver a fatal blow!

"Hulala!" After shouting, the last dozen or so minions around Boss Liu immediately rushed towards the big tree with red eyes. Regardless of whether he could reach it or not, the spear stabbed and chopped at the canopy.

With the last dozen or so men, against the 500 cavalry marching in formation, everyone must be doomed to death without a place to be buried. But before he died, he had to pull a cushion on his back. This master assassin who can lurk beside Boss Liu unknowingly is undoubtedly the best candidate for backing. Chop him first, and after everyone dies, they can also save a little face when they see Lord Yama!

"No, I'm really not!" Ning Ziming first shivered again, and then woke up like a dream, and shouted loudly while hurriedly climbing higher, "I'm not an assassin! If I had been an assassin, I would have made a move! I'm really not, I was already in the tree when you came!"

Except for the arrogant remarks of Boss Liu and the others at the beginning, when he hated to jump down and stab this person over, most of the time, he never had any murderous intent towards the people under the tree.

In fact, he didn't care about any murderous intentions again, from the first few regimental training riders to the appearance of Chang Si Violent Attack, a series of things happened under his feet, which were no less exciting than the pear garden drama. Just by looking at it, he can see that his eyes and brain can't keep up, how can he have any effort to deal with a group of village sages?

When Chang Si led the cavalry to launch suddenly, he had no energy to care about the people under the tree. Five hundred elite cavalry formed a standard lance-type array and rushed forward, and its momentum was earth-shattering. The higher you stand, the more you can see the overall situation and see the performance of both sides of the world. At the same time, the more powerful the shock in his heart became.

Different from the rabble of the Wuying army he was in at the beginning, and even more different from the "bandits" he faced outside the Yunfeng Temple a few months ago, the five hundred cavalry under Chang Si gave him a completely different feeling.

Powerful, neat, savage, tacit, like a group of monsters wrapped in steel, swooping down on the target. Knock them over, tear them apart, tear them apart, and then stomp them into a pulp one by one.

Not fighting, but hunting. From head to toe, it's a complete hunt!

There are tens of thousands of generals Zhuang Ding behind Boss Liu, and in front of this group of monsters who take slaughter as their profession, they have no power to fight back at all. You can only turn around and flee, or kneel and pray for surrender.

And whether it is turning around and fleeing, or kneeling and praying, there is no response from the opponent.

The beasts wrapped in steel will never change the direction of their attacks because of the performance of their prey. They just push forward, push forward, push forward. Crush those who flee slowly and those who kneel on the ground, crush, crush, crush!

They are so powerful, powerful that they can ignore any obstacles.

They are so proud and confident that the sun shines brightly all over their bodies.

That gorgeous and powerful feeling was so intoxicating, unconsciously, Ning Ziming had been fascinated by the murderous aura in it, as if he had flown into the cavalry team and became a member of the cavalry team. And in front of him are the enemies who framed him after waking up, Wu Ruopu, Li Wanting, Guo Yunming, and there are also hidden in the second prince Liu Chengyou, Cheng Dejun's envoy Du Chongwei, and even, there is even Liu Zhiyuan, the son of the Han Dynasty.

He poked them to death one by one with a lacquer gun, and trampled them into a pulp one by one with the hooves of his horses. Every time I fantasize about piercing one, the pleasure in my heart will increase by one point, and the breathing in my nostrils will become more rapid.

However, at one of those moments, he suddenly realized that it was not himself on horseback.

Instead, he became one of those who were turning around and fleeing for his life.

Panic, helplessness, despair, grief. The legs galloped hard, but they couldn't outrun the horse's hooves.

The sound of horses' hooves from not far away was so intense, so familiar, so familiar that he almost never got rid of it, always chasing after him, in his ears.

Hordes, unhurried, killed those who fled with him from behind one by one.

"Fatty, run, don't look back, run!" a voice pierced through the frenzy of the horse's hooves hitting the ground, burrowed into his ears, into his heart.

He didn't know who this person was, but he felt very close to him. He is so close that he and the other are like bodies and shadows, like thighs and arms.

"Run-!"

"Run-!"

Countless familiar and unfamiliar voices surged from his memory. It used to be dark and silent, but now, suddenly there was a voice in the darkness, anxious and desperate!

Vaguely, he found the scene in front of him, which seemed familiar.

It's also the height of summer.

The sun is shining brightly and the trees are shady.

But he fled for his life in the emerald green wilderness. Behind him, the sound of horses' hooves was exactly the same.

The same fierceness, the same ferocity, the same unhurriedness. It's as if a beast of prey is playing with its prey destined to die in its mouth.

However, when he closed his eyes, trying to discern the appearance of the beast. What I saw was still pitch black and boundless. It's cold to the bone, it's suffocating.

He felt his body tremble, and he could clearly hear his teeth clattering. But he couldn't open his eyes again, and he couldn't get rid of the dark and cold nightmare.

The nightmare that had killed him and everyone around him was going to kill him again. And now, he is still as desperate as last time, as weak, and as powerless to fight back.

He didn't even have the strength to struggle.

I could only watch as the nightmare caught up from behind, dragging my soul into the endless darkness little by little.

"Assassin!" Suddenly, a heart-rending scream erupted from under his feet. Tearing a crack in the darkness. Ning Ziming's spine trembled violently, and he opened his eyes with all his strength.

The sun was shining through the leaves again, and the world outside was filled with color. He saw Boss Liu pointing at him, his face full of horror.

He saw the henchmen around Boss Liu wielding horizontal knives and lacquer guns, and pounced on the big tree under his feet.

He quickly climbed higher with some gratitude, while instinctively defending himself. He was not an assassin and no longer wanted Boss Liu's life. In fact, if it weren't for Boss Liu's sudden hoarse shouting just now, maybe it wouldn't be long before Ning Ziming would fall from the tree by himself and be trampled into meat by the galloping war horse.

Then he will become a military general who has died unjustly throughout the ages, without touching a single cold hair of the enemy, but was trampled to death by his own cavalry. If you think about the cavalry under your command, you can also count it as your own family.

Fortunately, this kind of tragedy did not happen in the end, and Boss Liu's terrible scream not only made him temporarily forget to continue to play, but also completely awakened Ning Ziming's soul that had been lost for a long time.

Next, the young man immediately realized the embarrassment of his situation, and the generals under the tree regarded him as an assassin. And Zelu's elite, who was about to rush over, probably couldn't pull the mount because of his "own person". As long as he falls to the ground injured or falls to the ground because of his hurry, what awaits him is definitely a dead end.

In a hurry, he could only climb higher while tearing his throat to explain to himself. But at this moment, where can the loyal guards under Boss Liu still listen to him? If the horizontal knife could not hurt him, he changed the paint gun, but the paint gun still could not hurt him, so he circled the horizontal knife and threw it up as a flying knife messenger, and dragged him to Huangquan with all his heart.

Ning Ziming even blocked and hidden, and was in a hurry. In the blink of an eye, he had climbed a few feet higher, and further up, the main trunk of the poplar tree was exhausted, and the branches might not be able to withstand his little fat body. In a hurry, suddenly the blessing of the soul came. While pulling out his horizontal knife to throw the "flying knife" thrown over, he tore open his throat and shouted: "Stop, if you don't want to die, put down your weapon and surrender." I'm going to keep you alive!"

"Ahh

"Put down your weapons, dismount and hide behind a tree. Surrender, Lao Tzu will protect you from death! Lao Tzu is the head of the cavalry, and Lao Tzu will do what he says!" Ning Ziming pointed down with a horizontal knife and continued to fake the tiger's might.

The explanation is that the explanation is not clear, and it is simply wrong. Anyway, his cavalry will be promoted by Chang Si himself, and it is not nonsense. As for what will happen after everyone puts down their weapons, they will try their best to figure out a way. With Chang Si's character and strength, it may not be necessary to exterminate these gutless rats! But the premise of all this is that Boss Liu and the others can first avoid the impact of the war horse.

"Surrender, I surrender!" Boss Liu had already become a frightened bird, but even if he planned to surrender before, he didn't dare to guarantee that the other party's cavalry would stop. Suddenly found that there was a way to live on top of his head, how could he not be overjoyed? He immediately threw away the paint gun, broke away from his mount, and climbed behind the tree with a rolling belt, all the movements seemed to be flowing water.

The generals under his command saw that the proprietor had all recognized it, and of course it was impossible to continue to hold on. They quickly turned over and dismounted, threw away their weapons, and tried their best to hide their bodies behind the big trees on the side of the road.

Rao is like this, there are still three people in time. The area around the war horse that was rushing towards was suddenly knocked upside down and flew out, and the tendons were broken and broken!

"Surrender, surrender, the general on the tree promised to spare me and not die!" Liu Lao and the others were afraid that the cavalry would not be able to hold back, so they went around the tree to cut themselves. Tear your throat open and shout as loud as you can.

"Surrender, surrender, this general in the tree has already spared us. You've spared us!!!" the shouts rang out one after another. All the Zhuang Ding and generals around who had no time to escape and were still alive rushed to the big tree on the side of the road. Look at the canopy, and regard that fat man as the last savior!

This book was first published from, the first time to see the genuine content!