In the small amusement park, Zhang Ziwen, who was covered in blood, leaned against the rocks of a rockery and gasped, surrounded by the corpses of his comrades and barbarians. None of the barbarians here can get away with most of his plan, smearing poison on the crossbow arrows of the cavalry crossbow to make up for the lack of damage, and a little skin trauma can make the poison on the crossbow arrows enter the human blood.

This is not the right way that soldiers admire, but in Zhang Ziwen's view, as long as he can win, whether the Sunshine Avenue is crooked or evil has nothing to do with the overall situation.

A considerable number of barbarian warriors are purple and black, foaming at the mouth, and they all rely on the merits of those quenched crossbow arrows, and the poison that originally took a small amount to take effect is more effective on the martial arts, which is nothing more than fighting with people and the flow of their own blood is far beyond ordinary people.

However, the power of the sick tiger, the jackals are still unbearable.

Song Zhiwen's personal guards are either good hands selected from the Jinzhou Prefecture Army or veterans brought from Jiangzhou, and many of the martial arts realms are not as good as those barbarian martial artists in the Taiqige Department, but after Song Zhiwen personally adjusted, three or five people formed a small formation to fight each other with horns, and the combat power can no longer be calculated according to each person. This is also one of the reasons why he can finally win in a situation that is inferior to the martial arts realm of Taiqi Gebu.

In the end, even if he is buried in the documents and case files on weekdays, his skills are not as good as ordinary state soldiers, if it weren't for those guards around Song Zhiwen who sacrificed their lives several times to protect him, he had three lives that were cut down early in this small amusement park.

Even so, he was slashed in the waist and abdomen, and the civilian staff armor was designed to be light and beautiful, so the protection was far inferior to that of the armor made of wrought iron armor. The dizziness caused by the blood loss had left him somewhat delirious.

I knew that I would have read a few books less and learn some martial arts from my father.

Looking around at the place, no one could move, and his vision blurred as his mind was full of thoughts.

He's done his best, and the city must be defended....

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"There are small groups of men and horses fighting in the city, and they are not ordinary soldiers. ”

In front of the ancestral hall of the Wuhe Dart Bureau Compound, Song Yanchao, the head of the dart, is equipped with a blade, not a first-class common sword and gun stick in the rivers and lakes, but a strange shape of the blade in the mandarin duck Yue, the double Yue hug each other like a yin and yang fish, and the molecule noon, a male and a female, open and close during the drill, not that is, not separated, similar to the mandarin duck, in addition to the handle, the front and back are all blades, easy to attack and difficult to defend.

And there are only a few martial arts old men in the city who know what kind of blade is used by the head of the Wuhe dart bureau, firstly, it is still too early for Song Yanchao to become famous, and there will be fewer enemies with people after being in the high position of the head of the dart, and secondly, even if he shoots in the realm of martial arts, he does not need to make any blades, if it is not a life-and-death fight with a similar realm, no one may be able to stop him by just crushing it with fists and feet.

"After all, it's still a young man, and I still owe some of it. "The one-armed and one-legged old man, who is the patriarch of the Chang family in Jinju, finally shows his fatigue when he runs out of oil, and even if he sits in the house, he has to cover his body with a soft woolen blanket, and the stove has to grow two nearby," and the seemingly impregnable walls of the city are full of hidden passages, stealing, smuggling merchants, and shopkeepers who are greedy for money to save money into the city, and digging countless secret passages under the city, even if the barbarians know one or two, it is not an incredible thing. ”

"After all, there are always too many people in this world who care about their lives more than so many other things. Song Yanchao raised his head and drank all the wine in the pot, and then threw the wine pot vigorously on the ground, "If you really can't come back this time, remember to let the juniors in the dart game go to sacrifice the pot of wine every year." ”

"It's a 100-year-old person, and it's still so hypocritical. The fatigue on the face of the patriarch of the Zhang family, who laughed at Song Yanchao, suddenly turned agitated, and he scolded, "Sacrifice a fart wine!

"Stingy. Song Yanchao laughed loudly and walked out of the ancestral hall, and then strode like a meteor and headed north.

More than 100 dart masters of Wuhe Dart Bureau unsheathed their swords, and the eaves walked on the wall, following closely behind.

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Liu Ziyi ran against the flow of people fleeing to the south and galloped north, and on the way, grabbed a soldier dressed as a state army who hurried past him and asked loudly:

"What's going on?, why are people fleeing south?!"

The young soldier, who had abandoned his helmet, tore off the rope that tied the armor on his body and threw it on the side of the road, "The north gate of the city has been opened by the barbarians who have mixed in! The people living in the north of the city are fleeing to the south, so you should flee as well! There is no way to live in the north of the city!"

He grabbed the hand of the state soldier and froze in the air, and the figure like General Song said that if the city can be defended, it can be defended, how could it be broken on the first day of the barbarian siege?

He just went home, met with his father and mother, patted his chest and swore that he was not going to fool around but made great contributions on the grassland in the north, and even the general of Jinzhou and the military attache of the fourth rank of the Dayao court were people who could sit by the fire and talk with him. However, Daddy Liu still sighed and went to take out the silver tickets hidden at home and counted them, thinking in pieces that this time he didn't know which yamen in the city he was going to visit, if he was familiar with each other, maybe he could save a few taels of silver.

Should he turn around and go home and let his father and mother pack up the gold and silver and escape from the city together?

"Run, run away!" he shouted as soon as he flipped the state soldier who was fleeing in fear, "You all ran away, what should you do with the people in the city!"

"I heard that all the barbarians are fierce and vicious, and one person can withstand the strength of ten people..."

"Fart, they are all born and raised by my father, my arms, legs, eyes, and nose are all complete, and I have to cry my father and call my mother when I go down!" Liu Ziyi blew his beard and glared at him, "When Lao Tzu killed barbarians in the north of the city, you haven't even seen a barbarian hair, what is there to be afraid of, dozens of barbarians have been killed!"

Although the Jinju state sergeant was skeptical of the words of this ranger of his age, such confident words gave him hope that perhaps the barbarian was not as hideous and terrifying as his comrades in the camp usually whispered?

"Manly man, what kind of ability is it to escape?"

"The official ran first, what's the matter with these pawns!" The young state sergeant's face turned red, he picked up the armor that had just been thrown down next to him and hung it on his body, and casually took a thick wooden mallet that he didn't know what to do with it from the side and held it in his hand, the blade issued by the state army earlier had already been thrown by him somewhere, "Manly man!

"This is what our Jinju men look like!"

Liu Ziyi, who did not have any official position, gathered the state army all the way and went north.

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Wei Changpan couldn't remember how many times he swung his sword, and he didn't know how many barbarians had died under his sword.

The tidal wave of slave warriors of the Taiqi Gebu was eager to attack Wei Changpan, but it would not be easy to open the city by manpower without the machinery in the city being opened. When the city gate was opened to the point where only one person could barely pass through, these slave warriors rushed into the city to fight against this Yao man who had killed the merits of the Taiqige Division, Wei Changpan did not have the pedantry of hundreds of years ago when the chivalrous warriors had to wait until the opponent was ready to breathe and prepare before making a move, he was used to killing knives.

The so-called murder knife is used to kill people.

Since he was a child, he was raised by the nobles of the grassland as a slave like a cow and a horse, even after the hands-on drill of the lord of the Taiqi Ge Department, the lord of the Taiqi Ge Department, Dunmao Nest and Ladd, fighting one-on-one with Wei Changpan was still tantamount to a lion fighting a rabbit, but the two or three were caught by Wei Changpan and killed with a knife.

The gap in the martial arts realm can be made up by the number of people, after all, it is only in the case of one enemy and many enemies, and this is the case with a swarm of ants devouring elephants. If it is ants and insects that take turns, it is not known whether they can devour elephants.

If it was changed to an open terrain, Wei Changpan was afraid that even his body would be cold at this time.

The slave warriors of the Taiqige tribe outside the city gate also understood this after paying more than ten lives, but these slave warriors who had no one to command finally got into the gap in the city gate one after another, and then fought with Wei Changpan and were killed after a few battles, and then the next slave warrior squeezed in.

The long knife in his hand is still as sharp as ever, and the shoddy weapons in the hands of these slave warriors can be cut off at will, but the arm he wielded the knife is already sore, and he is so numb that he has no sense, and he can't compare to his fatigue at this time by tying ten catties of iron sand bags to his arm on the sea pond in Huating County for two hours.

Now Wei Changpan's swing of the knife was to prevent the opponent's knife in front of him from swinging on his head.

How long has he been blocking the city gate, one stick of incense or two sticks of incense? Maybe he has forgotten, the fleeing hundred-man team did not look back to see a young man with a sword who was injured in the arm guarding the city gate for them, maybe these people have changed into the clothes of the people and fled....

Even more heartbroken than Wei Changpan were the slave warriors in the front of the city gate, and the gate of the city and the god-like Yao who guarded the gate of the city and the god-like Yao people who guarded the gate made some of them want to give up, but for the first time, the city beckoned to them at a stone's throw away, and no one could resist such a temptation.

Wei Changpan used his waist and legs to turn around and use his strength to cut a knife edge that slashed through the upper body of the slave warrior in front of him, and the little trickle of strength left was actually born, and then one place, two places, and three places, after entering the third floor of the martial arts, the various points that had been sealed for a long time were opened, like a raging wave, unstoppable, so the chest was full of anger.

The four-story building of the martial arts is for the cultivation of qi realm, as long as the muscles and veins continue to die, it is the scene of endless qi and qi.

Going to the next level, the chivalrous spirit and courage suddenly came to his heart, Wei Changpan put a horizontal knife on his chest with one arm, and he was alone outside the city.

On that day, at the north gate of the city, there was a husband.

Thousands of barbarians are not allowed to pass.