readx;? Chapter 12: The Boy (7)

"Stand up, stand up and go up, all stand up and go up!" The situation rose and fell too quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it changed from pressing the villagers to being beaten to being beaten to the point of being beaten up, how could Han Kuangxian swallow this breath? Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Stand up, stand up and go up, all stand up and go up!" the soldiers shouted in unison, spreading the commander's order throughout the battlefield. However, how could the dam that had collapsed be so easily re-blocked? Zheng Ziming and Hu Yancong each led a team to rush left and right, picking a position where the heads of the Youzhou soldiers were densely populated. Tao Dachun, Tao Yong, Hu Yanzan and others took a small group of brothers and carried the scattered Youzhou soldiers to mend the knife. Soon, the ranks of the Youzhou army became more and more chaotic, and the soldiers and generals did not care about each other.

"Dulwich, Dulwich, go up, go up and capture the thief and capture the king!" Han Kuang tried his best to turn the tide, and he was completely annoyed and angry. pointed at Zheng Ziming with the tip of his knife, and his roar was full of madness.

"Brothers, come with me, capture the thief and capture the king!" Han Dewei had already intended this, turned his head and said hello, and then pounced forward with his knife. Along the way, they encountered their own soldiers who retreated, and they were all cut into two sections.

"Capture the thief and capture the king, capture the thief and capture the king!" More than fifty members of the Han family, following behind Han Dewei, shouted and rushed towards Zheng Ziming's recognition of the flag. Everyone's face is full of madness.

They are the descendants of the lineage, the elite of the elite, and everyone gave up their original surname and changed their surname to Han. The ups and downs of the Han family are closely related to their personal and future generations. Therefore, for the sake of the Han family, they can ignore life and death.

Among the retreating crowds, a big hole was quickly rushed out. On both sides of the mouth, corpses were strewn all over the ground. Han Dewei stepped on the corpse of his brother, brandished a bloody steel knife, stared at Zheng Ziming's neck with both eyes, and struggled with his legs, "The surname Zheng, don't hide!"

"As you wish!" Zheng Ziming had already appeared at the enemy army that was going upstream, smiled, and whipped to greet him. Before the two of them could get close to each other, a silver figure rushed down, "Kill!"

"Ahh "Dang Chang!" sounded, the back of the knife collided with a hard object, and sparks splashed everywhere.

The silver figure stood between him and Zheng Ziming, and his face sank like water.

"Where did the mad dog come from?" Han Dewei was furious and swung his knife to chop.

"Your little grandfather Huyan, a single name is a praise!" the silver figure sneered and raised his gun to engage in battle, and at the same time reported his name.

This name has never been heard of by Hon Dewei. And it is not within the range of threats detected by the Youzhou Army in advance. However, the rolling murderous aura at the edge of the gun made his scalp flutter.

There is a way that the year knife and the moon stick will last a lifetime. After the late Tang Dynasty, the lance gradually disappeared, and the spear became the choice of military generals. But those who can really use spears well are still as scarce as the previous spear masters. Both need to work hard from an early age, and both need to hire a famous teacher for guidance. Both are skills that have been piled up with time and money, and idlers can't afford to learn them at all.

Therefore, even if he doesn't consider his status, Han Dewei would rather fight with Zheng Ziming, who made the steel whip, than replace him with Hu Yanzan. However, Na Huyanzan refused to get out of the way at all, and shot after shot, forcing him into a hurry.

"The little rabbit cub is looking for death!" "The little rabbit cub gives way!" The two family leaders beside Han Dewei didn't know the depth, and both pounced on them from the side, trying to overwhelm the crowd.

"It's the rabbit cub who is dead!" Huyanzan replied with a sneer, and his feet retreated decisively, allowing the attacks of the two family members to fall into the air. Immediately, the barrel of the gun swayed, and the gun blade was a little on the left and right, "Poof!", and it pierced the throats of the two men cleanly!

"Ahh Hu Yanzan raised the gun without hesitation, dialed the gear, and the gun in his hand was like a monster python turning over, and with a "——!" sound, the blade was knocked off. Immediately after, another shot went straight to Handwei's choke.

"Ah!" Han Dewei exclaimed, swinging his knife to save himself.

Before the blade of the knife could touch the blade of the spear, the blade of the spear that had been running towards him suddenly shrank back, and the red tassel spun into a flower, confusing people's eyes. Immediately, the spear turned into a poisonous snake and went straight to his lower abdomen.

"Ahh The white-robed and bronze-faced young general also followed sideways, and the spear followed like a shadow, and with a "poof", he stabbed in between his armor and the leggings, and went half a foot deeper.

"Ah——!" The exclamation turned into a scream, and Han Dewei, the head of the guards, convulsed in pain, and his eyes were dark. The Han family members who followed him were in a bad situation, and they abandoned their opponents one after another and stepped forward to rescue. The white-robed bronze-faced young general sneered, stabbed left and right with his spear, and stabbed the Han family members who rushed to the front one by one.

"Major General, Major General is mighty!" dozens of Taihang heroes shouted to join the battle group, slashing the Han family members to the ground. Since the start of the war, it has been thanks to Zheng Ziming and the rural courage under his command, and at this moment, it is finally the turn of the Taihang heroes to be majestic. Thanks to the presence of the major general, the young general's skills are strong!

"Take your life!" In a deafening cheer, the bronze-faced Hu Yanzan became more and more courageous. With two shots, he stabbed to death the other two family members who came to the rescue of Han Dewei. Immediately, he clenched the barrel of the gun with both hands, stepped forward, and shot with a "poof", ending Han Dewei's pain. He picked up the corpse high and threw it at the head of another group of Youzhou troops.

"Dutou is dead!" "Dutou ——!" and "Dutou ——!" The Youzhou soldiers around them, who had originally become frightened birds, suddenly scattered. Crying and dropping their weapons, they scrambled for their lives. No one dared to pause again, lest they follow in the footsteps of Han Dewei.

"Shoot him, shoot him, shoot him with an arrow for me!" Han Kuangxian, who was not far away and tried to gather his troops and horses to fight again, was also frightened by the white-robed brave general who suddenly appeared, and waved his sword to Hu Yanzan, shouting hoarsely.

Approaching his cronies, they raised their bows and arrows, aiming at the eye-catching white robes in the crowd. Before they could release the bowstring, Hu Yanzan's figure suddenly shook and disappeared behind a group of Youzhou soldiers who retreated in panic. In the next moment, the white-robed silver armor flashed out from another position, and the spear stabbed left and right, and there was no enemy under his hands.

"Shoot, those who retreat without a fight should die!" Han Kuangxian knew the reason why his cronies were delayed in drawing bows, and decisively made a decision for them.

If you pity your own army, you will face the risk of annihilation. He must make a trade-off, not because of the benevolence of one thought, delaying the whole army.

"Whoosh...... Dozens of cold arrows rose in response, rushing towards the white-robed Hu Yanzan from mid-air. The red smoke evaporated in all directions, and the white robe and silver armor were completely engulfed. Before Han Kuangxian had time to be happy, Hu Yanzan jumped up again, and the spear in his hand stabbed him again and again, stabbing the surrounding Youzhou soldiers who had lost their combat effectiveness because they were accidentally injured by cold arrows, and stabbed to death one by one.

"Shoot again, shoot again......" Han Kuangxian completely lost his mind, pointing at Hu Yanzan's figure and roaring. The cronies beside him drew their bows again, aimed at the target, and suddenly a lightning bolt struck in mid-air, "Click!"

A stream of blood rose from the chest of a crony standing beside Han Kuangxian, screaming and falling. Immediately after, two bolts of lightning fell, one slashing at Han Kuangxian's chest and the other slashing at Han Kuangxian's face.

"Ah——!" Han Kuangxian no longer cared about organizing people to snipe Hu Yanzan, and waved his knife to block up and down. "Dang ——!" and "Dang ——!" made two loud noises in a row, the cold light broke, and two fan-sized axes fell to the ground.

The cronies around him were so frightened that they quickly gave up Huyanzan, drew their weapons, and protected them behind their backs. If the Lord dies in battle, none of them will survive. Therefore, in their eyes, the life of the white-robed young general is far less important than the life of their own general.

In fact, they didn't have time to release cold arrows again. After throwing three flying axes in a row, Zheng Ziming swung his steel whip and went straight to Han Kuangxian. "Capture the thief and capture the king!" he returned the other party's previous slogan as it was. The steel whip in his hand smashed down with all his might, smashing a ten general of Youzhou who couldn't dodge, and even people with weapons to the ground.

"Protect the commander, protect the commander!" Han Kuangxian's cronies around him saw that the situation was not good, and while resisting desperately, they divided their men and retreated in panic around their own masters. Tao Yong and Li Shun covered up from both sides, like peeling garlic, peeling off these guys who could not surrender on their own initiative, layer by layer, and hacking them to death.

"Capture the thief and capture the king, capture the thief and capture the king!" The villagers followed behind Li Shun and the others, calling for peace and fighting. All of them are like tigers descending from the mountain, and they are unstoppable.

They all came from ordinary peasant families, and they used to live in a mess. Occasionally having the courage to bully others is already the greatest joy in life.

They all thought that this life was going to be a mess to the end, and their own sons, grandsons, and even great-grandchildren were the same. It is never possible to break free from the shackles of birth, and it will always be prostrate under the obscenity of fate.

However, since they followed Zheng Ziming, they have realized that there is another way of life in life.

It turns out that the shackles are not unbreakable.

It turns out that fate is not forever unchangeable.

A farmer's son, as long as he puts in the effort, can live a wonderful life.