readx;? Chapter 2: Murder (3)

The war horses under everyone's crotches are all good horses in a hundred, with four hooves open, as fast as lightning. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 In the blink of an eye, he left behind all the feather arrows that came from the second wave.

"Everyone, watch your step!" At this moment, Zheng Ziming, who was rushing to the front, waved his arm back violently and reminded loudly. Immediately after, the war horse screamed, flew up in the air, rolled over a distance of more than a kilometer, and threw him out on his back like a stone.

"Little Fat ——!"

"Third Brother ——!"

"General Zheng——!"

Han Chongyun, Zhao Kuangyin, Pan Mei and Taojiazhuang's personal soldiers were frightened, and while desperately tightening the reins, they called out loudly with red eyes.

On the official road ahead, the Assassins had arranged several tripping ropes in advance. And Zheng Ziming risked being crushed in the moment before he was thrown off the mount and gave the police to everyone behind him!

"Brush-" "Brush-" "Brush-" Just when everyone was anxious and in a hurry, a few cold lights suddenly passed by the ground. Zheng Ziming, who should have at least broken his hands and feet, jumped up unharmed. I don't know when the steel whip in his hand has been replaced by a horizontal knife, and it is slashed all the way along the edge of the official road. In the blink of an eye, all the tripwires blocking the road were cut in two.

"Stick to the point!"

"It's a practitioner!"

"Kill him, kill him first!"

"Closing roads, cutting down trees and closing roads......"

Loud shouts rang out from the woods on both sides of the road. A group of guys dressed in green clothes, covered with black veils, and holding sharp blades, poured out like a tide. or slashed around Zheng Ziming with a knife, or threw tree trunks, branches and other objects on the official road, it is obvious that he doesn't want to let go of any living mouth today.

"Qiang!" the horizontal knife in Zheng Ziming's hand intersected with one of the masked assassins, bursting out with a string of dazzling sparks. He was a head taller than the other party, and his shoulders were three inches wider than the other. The latter suffered in strength and was forced to retreat one after another.

"Little guy, Hugh is arrogant!" The other two assassins who rushed from the side saw that the situation was not good, and shouted and slashed their weapons at Zheng Ziming's left and right ribs. tried to force Zheng Ziming to return to the knife to save himself in this way and relieve his companion's urgent need.

Their strategy was very successful, Zheng Ziming really stopped, turned around suddenly, the shield hanging on his left arm moved down quickly, and the horizontal knife in his right hand swept out a match, "Kill!"

Half of the assassin's neck on the right was swept off, and he didn't even hum, and he was angry on the spot. The Assassin on the left sliced a hole in his shield, but he couldn't move the blade forward even a second. Without waiting for him to change his moves, Zheng Ziming's body turned around again, and the bloody horizontal knife circled half a circle at waist height, "poof!" With a "poof!", the assassin's green clothes, leather armor, and lower abdomen, as well as the muscles and fat in the lower abdomen, were all cut into two pieces.

"Ah——!h Zheng Ziming didn't even look at him anymore, roared angrily, stepped forward with his legs, raised his horizontal knife high, and slashed Huashan with force! The first assassin who had just recovered his breath flew upside down, bleeding all over the ground.

More Assassins gathered around, trying to rely on the multitude. Zheng Ziming's range of movement was quickly compressed, and all he could take care of was a few feet around his body. However, to the Assassins' disbelief, he was more agile than anyone around him. With three moves and two moves, he tore a gap in the encirclement and broke out with the corpses of the two assassins.

"That's him, that's what the owner wants, don't let him join the rest of the group!" one of the Assassin leaders roared as he joined the warband, the tip of his knife drawing towards the back of Zheng Ziming's heart.

White-faced, tall, skilled and courageous, no more than twenty years old, several characteristics combined, must be the person in the mouth of their owner who must be eliminated. If this person can be killed on the spot, and five or six accomplices will be killed, even if all the people who came today are dead, and they will die as they deserve.

Zheng Ziming didn't dare to stop where he was besieged, stepped forward with his legs, and at the same time swung his knife with his backhand, knocking the weapon that stabbed him in the back of the heart crookedly. The leader of the assassins, like maggots on tarsal bones, raised his weapon high again. Without waiting for the man's arm to fall back, Zheng Ziming suddenly stopped, turned around, and the blade circled around his waist again, cutting through the belly that the assassin leader took the initiative to sent.

"Poof!" Hot blood splattered his face and kicked away the screaming Assassin leader, Zheng Ziming lunged at the other closest enemy. It was a strong man with an axe, and his figure looked even stronger than he was, and he was very powerful. The horizontal knife in Zheng Ziming's hand and the axe blade had just come into contact twice before they broke from the right. The lower half was held in his hand along with the hilt, and the upper half flew away without knowing where to go.

"Dead ——!" and "Little Fat, take the whip!" The two shouts rang out alternately, and the strong man assassin raised his axe and slashed hard. Han Chongyun, who rushed over to support, picked up Zheng Ziming's steel whip from the side of the injured war horse and threw it in the air.

Contrary to everyone's expectations again, Zheng Ziming neither parried the plate axe with the broken knife, nor turned around to pick up the steel whip. Instead, he suddenly took a step to the side, slamming his shield into the arms of another Assassin. Use the shield on your left arm to push forward against the opponent's knife-holding arm, and at the same time stab the broken knife under the person's lower abdomen.

"Humble—ahh Under the lower abdomen, the parts between the legs were instantly "sawed" off by the broken knife. The whole person suddenly turned black with pain, and his hands and feet lost all their strength.

Zheng Ziming doesn't care if the tricks are despicable or not, when Chen Tuan first instructed him in martial arts, all he taught was the art of killing, just to solve the opponent as quickly as possible, and he didn't care about good and evil. Seeing him, he threw away the half-cut knife, which had become a saw, grabbed the belt of the "castrated" assassin with one hand, and threw the man directly at the axe-wielding man who was chasing him. Immediately, taking advantage of the moment when the axe wielder had to dodge sideways, he suddenly lowered his head and picked up the weapon of the "castrated" assassin from the ground, squatted and swept away, and removed half of his bloody calf.

"Mother-" The axe-wielder's right leg was cut off at the knee, his body lost his balance, and he screamed and fell. Zheng Ziming rolled over the person's body without hesitation, cutting his throat.

Although the surrounding assassins all had blood debts on their hands, how many had they ever seen such a ruthless killing technique? For a moment, they were so frightened that they retreated again and again. Zheng Ziming decisively rushed diagonally, tore through the encirclement again, picked up with one foot, picked up the steel whip and flew it, and took it in his hand. Followed, turned around, walked sideways, and stood side by side with Han Chongyun.

Yang Guangyi, Hu Yanzan, Zhao Kuangyin, Pan Mei, and everyone's personal soldiers also broke through the barrier and quickly moved closer to the two. Seeing that, all the teenagers were about to reunite in one place and form a battle formation. On the left side of the receiving pavilion, a low horn suddenly sounded, "Woo woo, woo woo, woo-" like a strong wind in a winter night, blowing cold all over people's bodies.

A large group of assassins, numbering at least two hundred, was pouring out from the position where the cold arrows had been fired. With the sound of a horn like a ghost crying, quickly line up. The Assassins, on the other hand, retreated decisively, widening the distance between the two sides, and then threw the horses' nails, broken porcelain pieces, broken weapons, dried firewood, thistles, ropes, branches, and anything else that might create obstacles for the horses. Let the teenagers have a good horse, but they can't move forward a bit.

"It's not the army, although they have all practiced martial arts, but the cooperation between each other is very rusty!" Seeing that everyone was already unable to fly, Han Chongyun took a deep breath and made a judgment very calmly.

"Bows and arrows are a big problem, and they seem to have poison on them. Two of my own soldiers were shot, and now I don't know if they live or die!" Yang Guangyi raised the round shield tied to his left arm and gasped to add.

This kind of small round shield that was originally in the Tiger Wing Battalion, specially designed to improve the cavalry's ability to shoot against feather arrows, has just become the key to everyone's life. If there is no such thing, in the first wave of the enemy's sneak attack, I don't know how many people will be shot by poisonous arrows and lose their combat effectiveness in the blink of an eye. However, the round shields used by the cavalry were too small to be used to form a shield wall. In case in the next battle, the opponent pulls away and shoots in formation, no matter how good the big guy's martial arts are, it will be difficult to withstand the continuous rain of arrows.

"Woo woo, woo woo, woo woo ......" The cold sound of the horn sounded again, interrupting the discussion of the teenagers. Under the official pavilion, the "assassins" had already formed a team, ready to attack again. There were more than fifty angular bows, raised high at the back of the procession, and clusters of arrows coated with poison dangled blue in the sun.

"Into the woods, into the woods on the right!" Zhao Kuangyin's martial arts are not the best among the teenagers, and his ability to judge the situation is better than anyone else. shouted decisively, pulled Zheng Ziming's arm, turned around and ran.

"Into the woods, into the woods on the right!" Zheng Zimingxun understood Zhao Kuangyin's intentions, turned his head, tore his throat, and shouted at all his own people. "Be careful not to separate, go into the woods together, and find a way to survive together! They are not an army, nor are they bandits, as long as everyone is stable, they will definitely find a way to deal with it!"

"Whoosh, whoosh—" hail of poisoned arrows interrupted his shout. The tree poles around him were splashed with sawdust, and the weeds under their feet also emitted clouds of green light smoke.

Into the woods, into the woods on the right!" Several teenagers, together with their own soldiers, covered each other and retreated towards the woods on the right side of the official road. From time to time, someone stumbled and fell, but was pulled up again by his companions, and continued to flee into the depths of the woods, never abandoning.

"Oops!" Yang Guangyi suddenly let go of the hand of his companion next to him, covered the back of his thigh, and shouted while gasping, "Poisoned arrow, I poisoned the arrow." Hurry up and go, leave ...... alone."

"There is Ziming, the national hand, and the poisonous arrow is a trick!" Zhao Kuangyin turned around suddenly, scolded loudly, bent down and carried it on his shoulder, and ran wildly, "As long as you don't want to die, he promises to save you back." At most, it will make you a cripple."

"You'll become lame!" Yang Guangyi instinctively sneered, and at the end ......of his words, he swallowed it himself. He lowered his head and added in a barely audible voice, "Thanks!

"One yard to one yard, our business is not over yet!" Zhao Kuangyin pursed his lips and raised his hand to wipe away the hot sweat. The face red from exertion was full of pride.