"Young Master, your sword!" Wu Laosan even held Wu Sangui's back machete.

This situation is very similar to the slave chief Fuling in the eastern suburbs of Shenyang, Dolgon and his sword slave.

Zhou Ji was the most affected by Chongzhen, and immediately said angrily: "Get on the horse!" ”

"Huh?" Wu Laosan looked at this young partner who had been together after the spy war.

Zhou Ji didn't even bother to talk nonsense, and said directly: "Heads-up!" ”

"Huh?" Wu Laosan was dumbfounded.

saw that Zhou Ji had already smashed him into the neck with a stick, and he didn't even have the slightest sense of comradeship.

Wu Laosan is also a tough guy, and he roared angrily, "Don't bully people too much", and actually grabbed Zhou Ji's wooden stick with one hand.

In the moment when he was stunned for a moment, Zhou Ji had already turned the wooden stick to take it back, and then stabbed him in the chest with another stick: "It's you who is bullying!" ”

Wu Laosan, who was accustomed to being obedient and occasionally chose to forcibly endure when he couldn't help it, was finally completely aroused by Zhou Ji, who seemed to be loyal but vicious, and roared: "It's true that Lao Tzu is a house slave, but he is not a slave." ”

While dodging Zhou Ji's stick, he rolled on the spot and grabbed a scattered wooden knife, and slashed at the leg of the horse under Zhou Ji's seat.

"Good boy!" Zhou Ji was not surprised, but overjoyed.

He laughed and pulled the reins of the horse suddenly, causing the war horse man under the seat to stand up, which was worthy of avoiding Wu Laosan's wooden knife.

Then take the stick and stand still.

"You ......" Wu Laosan thought that his flawed back would definitely be hit hard.

Who knows, Zhou Ji did not take advantage of the danger, but looked at him with a smile.

It seems that the ferocity and viciousness just now have never appeared in this polite young man.

"You ......" Wu Laosan is not a stupid person, and he has already understood Zhou Ji's intentions in a moment.

After being stunned for a few seconds, he bowed down deeply in the astonishment of everyone, with tears in his eyes.

Zhou Ji hurriedly dismounted and personally helped him up, and said: "They are all comrades-in-arms who have made friends with each other, what is this for?" ”

Wu Laosan finally couldn't help but put on the back of the little person under the fence for many years, and cried loudly: "Brother, you are my reborn parents!" ”

Wang Ma, Zhang Liu Ting and others, fearing that the world would not be chaotic, immediately applauded.

Wu Sangui suddenly said angrily: "What is good! Third child, have you forgotten who are your food and clothing parents? Don't forget that your name was given to you by my father! ”

Wu Laosan turned to him and said, "It is true that the master gave me food and clothing, and let me feed my elderly mother." The young master chose me from hundreds of thousands of children, so that I could grow up with the young master.

Since the third name was taken by the old master, and the body was established by the young master, if the young master is willing, he will take it. It's just that the young master, the third child is really unbearable to live the life of that slave.

The old mother raised the third child, and often warned me when I was a child, my Han manly husband came to this world to walk once, not to live a long life, but to stand up to the sky and the earth, with a clear conscience. ”

Wu Laosan said and was about to kneel down.

However, Zhou Ji dragged it to death, not allowing his knees to bend even the slightest.

"Aji, you ......" Wu Laosan couldn't kneel, and he was in a dilemma.

Reluctance and unwillingness to be entangled together, poetry and distance are entangled with the present, and they are all about to toss this forbearant tough guy to the point of going crazy.

Chongzhen stepped forward at the right time to stand beside Wu Laosan, looked at Wu Sangui, who was panting and pointing at the knife, and rushed up to cut down the slave and said: "I, Guan Ning boy, no one is willing to be humiliated, no one wants to be a slave. ”

Wu Sangui raised his sword and pointed at him, and shouted stubbornly: "You don't talk nonsense......"

"Then let's see the real chapter under your hands!" Chongzhen didn't talk nonsense, a spear, a clip on the horse's belly, and he had already rushed towards Wu Sangui.

Wu Sangui suddenly yelled: "You are shameless! I haven't rested enough! ”

Chongzhen laughed: "Do you think Lao Tzu can't see your cleverness? ”

As soon as the laughter fell, he had already stabbed a sharp spear at Wu Sangui's face outside the helmet.

"You're so ruthless!" Wu Sangui hated a lot, but he didn't dare to hesitate a little, and was busy dodging slightly sideways, and at the same time he rose up and waved his knife to block.

"Sonorous!"

With a crisp groan, the spear was swung away by Wu Sangui gritting his teeth, but he didn't have the slightest surprise, let alone the slightest carelessness, because he knew that Chongzhen's attacks had always been very coherent.

Sure enough, Chongzhen didn't intend to stab Wu Sangui to death with a spear, so he took the opportunity to switch the tip of the spear and the tail of the spear into a position, and stabbed him in the chest and abdomen extremely sharply.

This attack point is very tricky, which makes it difficult for Wu Sangui to dodge, and it is extremely difficult for him to exert his strength.

The most important thing is that Chongzhen didn't even make a low shout, just silently attacked, and then attacked.

This made Wu Sangui, who likes to shout and scream whenever he fights with others, very uncomfortable.

In addition, he had just been crushed by dozens of cavalry to the point of exhaustion, and it was already beyond his strength to resist Chongzhen's fifty or sixty attacks on his horse as before.

But he is also tenacious, or very stubborn.

The tail of the spear was also blocked by Wu Sangui with difficulty, but the spear of the heavy head was already coming.

Wu Sangui didn't care about the numb tiger's mouth, and held the long-handled war knife tightly with both hands, and blocked with heavy shoulders.

"Sonorous!"

Two heavy cold weapons forged from fine iron collided, and sparks seemed to burst out.

Wu Sangui's broad and thin left shoulder sank fiercely, but he shouted angrily, and finally blushed with a stubborn face, and pushed the heavy iron spear away heavily.

"Good boy! Eat my brother's spear again! Chongzhen praised angrily, but the movements of his hands did not pause at all, and with a slight twist of his hands, he turned the spear into a tiger whip and slammed it towards Wu Sangui's neck.

"Do you really want to kill me?" Wu Sangui was angry, really angry.

He roared and parried with his sword, the cyan veins in his neck clearly visible.

"I'm just teaching you! But if you don't fight, don't blame your brother for being ruthless! Chongzhen withdrew his spear slightly, and stabbed out like lightning, so fast that Wu Sangui didn't even have time to breathe.

The two of them attacked and defended like this, and under the dominance of Chongzhen, they were impermeable, and the sound of soldiers fighting was endless.

Such a wonderful riding battle made the two of them stare with bated breath, for fear of missing every detail.

These teenagers have learned a lot in just a dozen breaths.

In their eyes, the attack of Chongzhen is indeed merciless, let alone the release of water. This ace devil instructor can always be used again and again, forcing Wu Sangui to muster all his strength and courage to block.

After fifteen moves, Wu Sangui no longer shouted, but gritted his teeth, silent as if he had long stopped taking victory or defeat seriously, but just wanted to save some face for himself.

He always fights again and again, and resists once counts.

He felt that his potential was being stimulated bit by bit, and his limits were being broken through again and again, and he even happily thought that as long as he persevered for a while, he would be able to defend and counterattack and turn defeat into victory.

And he also began to instigate war horses, on the vast grass, fighting and walking with Chongzhen. Trying to rely on his extraordinary riding skills to get rid of the entanglement of heavy truth, consuming his strength.

But he obviously didn't expect that this young man, who was slightly inferior to himself in riding skills before the Ning Jin War, would surpass him in riding skills in this short period of time.

The wild black horse under Chongzhenza, which originated in the hinterland of Liaodong, was far more vigorous than his gray horse that grew between the stables, and most importantly, the guy was longer than him.

Therefore, Wu Sangui's wishful thinking was self-defeating.

He only cared about resisting hard, and he didn't notice that Chongzhen's attack was getting more powerful and sharper each time, and finally at the twenty-fifth move, a lightning-like spear stabbed out.

The target was not any of Wu Sangui's body parts, but the end of his heavy sword.

"Boom!"

An extremely fierce metal clash sounded, and the jaw-dropping of more than two thousand young cavalrymen was heard.

Wu Sanguiyi's family heirloom sword, which he was proud of, came out of his hand, swept over his head with a whirl, cut off the red tassels on his helmet, and then wiped the head of the gray horse in the gallop, fell heavily to the ground, and inserted it in the dry autumn grass.

The gray horse's head was almost torn open, and it neighed, and the man rose to his feet, almost knocking off his master on his back.

Wu Sangui grabbed the reins of his horse in a panic and controlled him, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Chongzhen's movements and seemed to pause, so he suddenly stepped forward again, and at the same time quickly bent over, trying to pull out the battle knife.

"Presumptuous!" Chongzhen kindly let him go, and he was really angry when he saw this, and at the same time secretly blamed himself on the battlefield, no matter what, there should be no woman's kindness.

So he threw the spear and held it with one hand, and in an instant he took the spear as a short spear, and threw it out like the most majestic steppe man.

"Wow!"

Wu Sangui only felt the strong wind on his side, and he was obviously only an inch away from the hilt, but he felt that if he didn't immediately retract his right hand that was poking out, he would be ruthlessly pierced.

But all arrogant people have an almost paranoid firmness in their intuition.

Saying that it was too late, Wu Sangui decisively gave up taking back the weapon at the last moment, and the muscles on the left side of his body suddenly exerted force, and he sat his entire hip back on the horse.

"Young Master, be careful!" The exclamations of Wu Laosan and others reached his ears at this time.

Mixed with it, there was also an extremely violent sound of Jinge's fighting.

Wu Sangui knew that this battle was also a complete failure, if it weren't for Chongzhen's mercy in the end, it would not be a problem to pierce his back with a spear.

Although he was reluctant in his heart, he had to reduce his horse's speed, and finally stopped on the autumn grass that was losing his vitality, looked at the sunset on the horizon, and muttered to himself angrily: "Could it be that my Wu Sangui has gone down?" ”

Chongzhen rode over and stood side by side with him, and when he heard this, he said, "No! You are like the rising sun, full of vitality. ”