Xu Aliu is a complete bandit, but he is also a very loyal servant.

He just broke out of the encirclement, that is, he came to the stable to grab the horse and go to meet the bandit leader Qiu Wanliang.

At this moment, he didn't care about the blood flowing from his legs, grabbed the horse's belly, and ran towards Qiu Wanliang, who was a hundred steps away.

Behind Qiu Wanliang, seven or eight guards who had been with him for many years were forming a formation, blocking the stone road, desperately fighting with the soldiers led by Niu Chengzhong.

Among those guards, there are also spearmen, and they are experienced in the battle, and their marksmanship has not fallen behind Niu Chengzhong in more than a dozen rounds.

Qiu Wanliang ran to Xu Aliu's horse and turned over to his horse in the escape time that the guards had won for him.

Niu Chengzhong's eyes were about to split, and he shouted, the silver spear was as fast as lightning, as fast as a whirlwind, and with one move, "Canglong swinging its tail", he finally stabbed three opponents in a row, breaking through a gap in the opponent's formation.

He raised his spear, avoiding the blades of the enemy who were filling the formation, and his two long and strong legs kicked on the shoulders of several people like heavy hammers and drums, and took advantage of the momentum to leap out, raising his spear and chasing Qiu Wanliang.

At the other end of the stone avenue, Zheng Haizhu was under Huang Zunsu's surprised gaze, holding something in the shape of a small porcelain jar, lighting the lead drawn from the mouth of the can on the stable torch.

She stabilized her mind, and with a deep shout, Huang Zunsu and Han Ximeng retreated, and then raised the porcelain jar and stared boldly at the lead that seemed to be blooming with mini fireworks.

Fortunately, the length of the lead was crooked, and when the sparks approached the mouth of the porcelain bottle, Xu Aliu and Qiu Wanliang's horses had just galloped past.

Zheng Haizhu rounded her arms and threw the porcelain jar in front of the horse with all her might.

"Ping-pa-p-"

The moment the porcelain jar hit the ground, it did not shatter, but completely exploded like a grenade.

In addition to the sharp porcelain pieces, there were dozens of iron needles hidden in the jars, most of which pierced the horses and bandits that happened to be within the radius of the explosion in an instant.

The galloping horse neighed, and instinctively raised its front hooves in pain, and threw off Qiu Wanliang and Xu Aliu on his back.

Xu Aliu's healthy eyeball was nailed into an iron needle, and he became a waste of total blindness in both eyes, and the blood gushing from the artery in his leg made him faint on the ground like a locust soaked in salt brine, covering his face and writhing for a moment.

When Qiu Wanliang got on the horse, he was behind Xu Aliu, but he was finally blocked in the vital part of his chest and abdomen, and he struggled to get up, trying to find another horse to escape.

Suddenly, I heard the tiles of the armory in the distance rattle, and a figure ran on it.

It was another of Qiu Wanliang's right-hand men, who escaped out of nowhere, jumped on the roof, and with a bang, a crossbow arrow roared towards Niu Chengzhong, who was chasing Qiu Wanliang with a spear.

Niu Chengzhong has been lurking in this bandit den for more than half a year, and he knows the weapons that the strong generals in the bandit den are good at, and he is also familiar with crossbow machines. When he heard the sound of the machine, he immediately pointed his gun on the ground, his body soared, and he dodged the crossbow arrows with a backflip.

The crossbowman continued to fly, his second bolt neatly loaded.

However, before the string could be steady, the tiles in front of him suddenly exploded, and the crossbowman rolled off the roof like a carp splashed by a boulder in a pond, covered in broken porcelain and iron needles.

On the side of the stone road, Huang Zunsu stared at Zheng Haizhu who threw out the second porcelain jar in surprise, while Han Ximeng couldn't hide his excitement and clapped his hands and shouted: "Hit, hit again!" ”

Over there, Niu Chengzhong had already chased Qiu Wanliang, and with the advantage of the spear, he struck a "harrier pounced on the quail", and the tip of the spear pierced Qiu Wanliang's legs.

Qiu Wanliang blocked with his sword, was bounced away by the impact, and fell to the ground.

Niu Chengzhong threw the spear, took two big steps, pounced and kicked Qiu Wanliang's sword, rode on him, locked his throat with his left hand, and felt the short knife on the belt at his waist with his right hand.

"Qiu Wanliang, do you still remember Ma Xuanfu who died in the imperial prison in the capital back then?"

"Edict ...... Horse? Stone pillar Xuanfu makes Ma Qiancheng? Qiu Wanliang's voice was hoarse, and his eyes finally lost the ruthlessness accumulated over the years, and replaced it with fear.

He stared at the face in front of him.

This handsome and upright facial features are not similar to Ma Qiancheng, but his eyes are ...... Qiu Wanliang finally realized that it was no wonder that when he first saw Niu Chengzhong, he always felt familiar, and it turned out that his eyes were like the general of Shu who died in the edict prison.

"You are Ma Qiancheng's son......"

Before Qiu Wanliang could say the word "son", Niu Chengzhong had already raised the knife in his hand and cut his throat.

The blood gushing out of the trachea made a "poof" sound, Qiu Wanliang's eyes bulged out, his mouth was wide open, and he tried to breathe in a posture of survival, just like his twitching legs and feet, and finally fell silent.

"Young master! Can the young master be injured? ”

"Young master! The subordinates have killed Qiu Wanliang's descendants and 26 other people, including Xu Aliu, and the rest of the bandits except for those who were killed, those who were injured or surrendered, how to deal with them, please show the young master. ”

The generals, who had been fighting all night, gradually gathered together and smashed dozens of corpses on the ground, facing upwards and lined up.

Niu Chengzhong slowly stood up, took a pine resin torch, and looked at the faces of those corpses one by one, before turning back to his subordinates and saying, "Bring those who are alive, I have something to say to them." ”

After he finished speaking, Wu Zizi took a few steps forward and picked up a shard of shiny white porcelain.

At this time, it was past the beginning of the year, and the summer and autumn seasons on the southeast coast were dawning very early.

The eastern sky was light, but it was enough to illuminate another pair of heroic eyes.

Niu Chengzhong walked up to Zheng Haizhu with a porcelain piece and saw her left hand tightly pinching the short blade he had given her for self-defense.

The short blade was dripping with blood, and her wrists exposed outside the narrow sleeves, and even the goose egg face that still showed the childishness of a girl was stained with blood.

"It's porcelain ray." Zheng Haizhu looked at the porcelain piece in Niu Chengzhong's hand and explained.

"Oh, I've only seen earth-shattering thunder."

"Well, this kind of porcelain thunder was made by Miss and I not long ago, but I didn't expect it to really work."

Zheng Haizhu's voice is pleasant.

From the hesitant expression left in her excitement, from her slightly trembling posture in the morning breeze without autumn coolness, Niu Chengzhong can be sure that she is by no means a person who has experienced a fighting battle and is familiar with the light of swords and swords.

But she didn't lose.

"Girl," the young avenger finally relaxed, smiled faintly, and asked, "I don't know the girl's name." ”