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Chapter 2: Murder (5)

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This is not bad at all for the Assassins. As soon as the shouts of the red cloak coach fell, their courage to attack forward suddenly doubled, and the speed of their legs moving forward also increased by three points in an instant.

What is the purpose of doing all those bloody things for the employer all day long, is it not to make a lot of money and then find a quiet place to spend the rest of your life? And today, what everyone wants, it sounds like it is close at hand!

Cangzhou is close to the border of the Han and Liao kingdoms, wars are frequent, the fields are very worthless, and the crops planted in the spring do not know if they have the life to harvest in the autumn. The price of the manor is also very average, you don't see where the Khitan soldiers and horses have passed this year, how many manors have become broken walls. Only refined salt, as white as snow and as fine as sand, the price will always be firm. It can be scattered and scooped for sale, or it can be packed in wooden barrels and buried in the ground. It's really not good, find a bag and carry it on your shoulders and escape, no matter where you end up escaping, you can exchange it for money and food for a comeback.

"Kill-" A small group of assassins rushed to Han Chongyun's approach, and slashed at each other, forcing Han Chongyun to retreat again and again. The guards on both sides rushed up to meet them, but they were also met by another group of assassins who rushed up from the side, and they were too busy to take care of themselves.

Seeing the bargain, the third group of assassins quickly went around the back of Han Chongyun and the others, and decisively launched a strong attack. Soon, Han Chongyun and the ten brothers led by him were completely surrounded, and they only had the ability to parry, but they had no power to fight back.

Seeing that the resistance of the prey was getting weaker and weaker, several bags of fifty buckets of refined salt were beckoning to the Assassins. At this moment, the sound of feathered arrows breaking through the air suddenly sounded in the woods, "Whoosh-" "Whoosh-"

It's not dense, and the speed of the arrow is not fast, but the accuracy is far better than before! An assassin who went around Han Chongyun's back was raising his knife to chop, but a carved feather was instantly inserted into the side of his neck. The whole person was stunned, his face was full of disbelief, and he followed closely, holding the steel knife high and falling down on his back to the sky.

"Poison, poison arrow—" The other assassin was slightly better off and was not killed on the spot by the cold arrow. Holding his stomach in his hands, he stood under a tree with a crooked neck and howled loudly.

"Be careful, they have poisoned arrows too!" The surrounding Assassins were startled, and the offensive immediately stalled. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Han Chongyun twisted his body and swung his knife, and came to remember the dragon swinging his tail. Forced the two opponents in front of him and behind him to retreat in panic. Immediately, his legs exerted his strength and stepped out of the encirclement in one step.

"Withdraw, don't fight!" he reminded loudly, swinging his knife at an assassin trying to close the gap. This was followed by another blow to the father, stabbing another assassin in the heart.

The third and fourth assassins pounced together, and in mid-air, there were two more sounds that broke through the air, "whoosh-whoosh-", and two black-glowing feathered arrows, one left and one right, hit the shoulders and chests of the two men.

"Despicable—" "Shameless—" The rest of the Assassins cursed as they raised their weapons to block the non-existent arrows, not remembering who had first fired the poisoned arrows. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Han Chongyun raised his knife again, cut down an assassin, widened the gap to four people in parallel, and then fought and retreated with all his cronies.

The ten guards from Luzhou and Lijiazhai were all colored, but their morale was high, and they followed behind Han Chongyun, their legs alternately backwards, and they kept waving steel knives to chop over the assassins who chased after them one by one.

"Leave them alone, go around, go around, kill the people under the battle flag first, capture the thief and capture the king!" The assassin commander in the big red cloak just arrived, and found that most of his troops were attracted by a general who looked very different from Zheng Ziming, and immediately opened his throat and commanded loudly.

As soon as he finished speaking, two poisonous arrows shot at him in the air, so frightened that he quickly shrunk his neck and took half a step, hiding his body behind a cronie. One of the poisoned arrows shot in the air went empty, and the other grazed the cheeks of his cronies, bringing up a bead of black-red blood.

"Ahh After many years of murder and arson with the red cloak, he once saw with his own eyes that the people who were hit by poisoned arrows died miserably. And now, the poisoned arrow has pierced his cheek, and the poison has penetrated into the blood, and he himself can live for a few days?

"Come on, come here, come here, go kill the two who let the cold arrows, go kill the two people who let the cold arrows!" The red cloak was also frightened into a cold sweat, jumped behind a big tree that was surrounded by a thick body, and ordered in a dumb voice.

Among the prey, there were only two people who were casting cold arrows, but it caused huge pressure on his side. Therefore, no matter what the cost, these two people must be eliminated first.

"Kill those two who put cold arrows, kill those two who put cold arrows!" repeated the archers beside the red cloak, loudly. At the same time, they were automatically divided into two teams, left and right, and launched a counterattack towards the brothers and sisters Huyanzan and Huyanyun who were holding simple wooden bows not far away. The horned bows in their hands were well-made, and the feathered arrows in the quiver were abundant, so the victory was quickly sealed.

The Huyan brothers and sisters were so crushed by the arrows that they hid behind a tree and couldn't fight back, so they had to give up resistance and turn around and flee to the depths of the woods.

"Chase, chase up, don't let one go!" Red Cloak raised his hand to wipe a cold sweat and continued to give orders. "Don't wait for the archers around me, chase after me, and find a way to get close and shoot the enemy. The rest of the people, don't delay their efforts halfway, kill inside, kill the people under the flag first!"

Deep in the woods, there was a makeshift battle flag. Under the battle flag, a teenager was protected by seven or eight cronies, as if he did not have the courage to rush forward and fight side by side with the other teenagers, and he could not make up his mind to flee first. The other teenagers, despite all their might, were outnumbered and overwhelmed by the swarming Assassins. Soon, it retreated to the vicinity of the battle flag, barely forming a thin half-arc.

The two young men and women who fired cold arrows before also retreated to the battle flag. Through the half-arc human wall, make a final counterattack against the attacking assassins. The wooden bow in the hands of the two of them was very rudimentary, and they didn't even bother to peel off the bark, and they knew at a glance that it was improvized. But the deterrent power produced by the two of them far exceeded that of the rest of their companions, and almost every time they let go of the bowstring, they made everyone on the attacking side shudder.

"Archers, are all the archers dead? Press it up, and if you can't shoot it from a distance, you will shoot closely!" the young man and woman with the wooden bow in the red cloak were furious, brandishing their swords and roaring loudly. "The rest of the people, press up together, all the poisonous arrows in their hands are picked up, how many times can they be shot at most?"

"Yes!" "Yes!" "Yes...... The archers among the assassins, from several directions, tore their throats in agreement. The leader of his own family said well, if you can't shoot from a distance, you can shoot closely. If you are within ten steps, you will no longer have to worry about the interference of the trunk and branches. And there are many people on his side, and he can also make the wooden bow in the other party's hand lose the other.

The sword-wielding Assassins responded much less than the bow-wielding. Although the battle in the jungle was short, the fallen brethren on their side were ten times more than the prey slain. So, the more last you are, the more you can't take it lightly. In case the prey is in a hurry, the one who rushes to the front on his own side will definitely end up with the prey.

"Hurry up, don't rub it off!" The red cloak also climbed up step by step from the ordinary nursing home, and it was clear about the caution of the people under him. straightened his face and roared loudly, "Press it, cut the first knife first, reward the essence and salt......"

He was about to use the refined salt of the white flower flower to stimulate morale, however, before he could raise it, in mid-air, two thunderbolts suddenly sounded, "Reward your head!"

"Hugh is rampant, Lao Tzu will reward you with a knife!"

Before the thunder could be heard, two figures had already fallen from the canopy of a tree not far in front of him. One was armed with a copper-clad stick, and the other was armed with a nine-foot steel whip, smashing the stunned assassins along the way one by one.

"Help me—" Red Cloak shouted as she raised her knife to protect her chest, her legs alternating and quickly backing away. Hit the plan, the young man under the battle flag is not Zheng Ziming, the one who swooped down from the canopy on the left is it. In the latter's hand, what he holds is a steel whip!

The group of assassins who were trying to press forward were overwhelmed by the danger that was happening behind them. It stands to reason that they should give up on rescuing their boss and continue to step forward to kill the teenagers under the battle flag, so that even if they don't win a big victory, the two sides will be considered a draw.

However, among the young men under the battle flag, there was no primary target they wanted to hunt today, Zheng Ziming, the new Cangzhou defense envoy. If the latter were allowed to take the opportunity to escape, no matter how much they had gained today, their merits and demerits would not be compensated.

"Kill, don't let one go!" As the assassins were stunned, Pan Mei had already made a decision for everyone. With a loud shout, he raised his knife and broke through the wall of his own family in front of him.

"Kill, don't let one go!" Han Chongyun, Hu Yanzan and others suddenly realized, and also shouted and launched a counterattack. They are less than one-tenth the number of each other, but they are highly skilled in martial arts, have clear goals, and are united. On the other side, the main general was chased by Zheng Ziming and Zhao Kuangyin, and fled for his life in embarrassment. The rest of the minions have their own agendas, looking ahead and looking backwards, and no one can make up their minds.

The two hesitant assassins were slashed to the ground by Pan Mei one by one. Han Chongyun rushed up to Pan Mei's side and sent the other two assassins who were resisting with knives to the western sky. The rest of the Assassins woke up from a dream, either raising their weapons to protect themselves, or dragging their weapons to turn around and dodge, and the already untidy attack team all fell apart in the blink of an eye.

"Look at the arrows!" Huyanzan struck a fatal blow with a wooden bow against the back of an archer's neck. Immediately, he dropped the wooden bow, stooped down and picked up the horned bow, the quiver, and the quiver full of poisoned arrows from the archer's corpse. An assassin screamed and pounced on him, and he pinned an arrow to the trunk of a tree opposite, bleeding profusely. Another archer attacked him from more than ten paces away, but he dodged sideways and shot a backhand arrow through his throat.

Hu Yanyun's martial arts are not as good as his brother's, but his archery skills are still superior. Holding a horned bow that he had just picked up from the corpse, he fired three arrows in a row. "Whoosh-whoosh-whoosh-", each arrow hit a target twenty paces away, shooting all three of them into a chill.

The rest of the Assassins had little morale left, and they were terrified to see their family members either die by swords or be shot by poisoned arrows. Shrink your head, turn your body, and run for your life. One hundred and seventy or eighty people were chased by more than a dozen teenagers.

The fastest and farthest man was undoubtedly the leader of the red cloak. After discovering that he had been tricked, he supported three moves and two moves a little, and immediately fled.

It was not easy to climb to where he is today, and by killing people and setting fires for his employer, he had saved a large sum of money, enough to squander the rest of his life. And once he is beaten to death by the steel whip surnamed Zheng, not only will the money never have a chance to spend again, but the two beautiful concubines who are already pregnant with children will definitely be cheaper to others.

Therefore, no matter what the cost, he must protect himself first. The employer is nothing but a big salt lord, immoral and incompetent, and not worthy of his death. The supporter behind the employer didn't dare to kill Zheng Ziming himself, and it seemed that his ability was limited, and it was not worth his sacrifice.

"Don't kill me, I'm also here on orders!" As he ran, he opened his throat and shouted loudly, lest his voice be quiet, and Zheng Ziming and another big man with a stick behind him couldn't hear clearly, "I am the big guard of Master Jia's family in Cangzhou City, and all the people today are Master Jia's private soldiers." It's Master Jia who wants to kill you, it's not me, it's really not me. His eldest son-in-law is the current Cangzhou League Supervisor. One of his two sons is in Youzhou and the other is in Qingzhou!"

"The seller who is trying to survive, you can't be left behind!" Zhao Kuangyin became more and more shocked the more he listened, and the more he listened, the more angry he became, and he threw out the copper stick in his hand, just sweeping the back ankle of the red cloak.

"Poof!" the red cloak fell on his heels, screaming and rolling, "Don't kill me, don't kill me, I'll move, I'll move all." I took you to attack Jia's family, and I know all the defense facilities of his family. ”

"Thank you!" Zheng Ziming quickly caught up and smashed his whip down, smashing the man's head into a mess.