The streets and alleys outside the door were dark, and only the quiet moonlight slightly illuminated the gray courtyard walls and yellow mud floor. There has been no rain or snow in the past few days, the streets and alleys are very dry, and the night breeze is together, and the mud and dust are light, showing the silence of the night.

Chu Zheng watched left and right.

In the neighboring houses, there were dim lights shining through the windows, and the strange sound of tables and stools being knocked over, mixed with the panicked cries of women, the anxious scolding of men, the muffled shouts of old men, and the restless cries of babies......

The voice of the Chinese speaker was deliberately suppressed, full of nervousness and vigilance, and the voice of the Tibetan speaker was much higher-pitched, and the action should be crisp and neat, as the door was opened, the figures of the strong men soon rushed out with knives.

They either looked up in the direction of the southern city wall, some even jumped onto the rooftops, or they were guarded to the left and right to watch out for any disturbance.

The movements of the Han people were slight and suppressed, and few people rushed out of the room, but most of them opened the windows and peeked out, so that after quickly judging the situation, they immediately closed the windows, so as not to be taken advantage of by the Tibetan thieves to enter the house.

Chu Zheng lived on the iron plate of the door, this tall and strong man, naked in winter, leaned out of the door half of his body, looking everywhere with his eyebrows and rats, both legs were in the door, ready to shrink his head back like a turtle at any time.

When he looked at Chu Zheng, he noticed the package on his shoulder, and grinned, obviously, he was very clear about the fact that he was always yelling at the old Taoist to run away.

Without waiting for Chu Zheng to say anything, one by one the sturdy Tubo men had already jumped onto the roofs of the houses in important locations in the fang, and then, three or five Tubo warriors in leather armor followed a bearded Tubo man and strode out of the street.

"You weak and disobedient Han people, listen to me, all go back to the house, and don't take a step out of the door, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless! Those who dare to take advantage of the opportunity to cause chaos will kill your whole family!" The bearded Tibetan warrior shouted as he walked, brandishing the axe in his hand.

With a swish, the body disappeared in front of the door, and with a bang, the door was slammed shut.

In front of the window of Mrs. Wei, a silk handkerchief floated down, and half of her panicked groans were abruptly locked in the room by the window.

"A group of rabble, sure enough, they are all soft eggs!" Chu Zheng cursed in a low voice in disappointment, and retreated to the courtyard with quick movements, but did not close the courtyard door.

It was only when he saw the Tibetan warriors that he realized that he didn't have a long knife when he came out. The Tubo people did not allow ordinary Han people to carry sharp blades, and Chu Zheng originally planned to go out of the city, so naturally he didn't think of bringing weapons.

But now it's different.

Now that the king has arrived, how can a strong man have no sword in his hand?

Chu Zheng rushed into his room, took off the package and threw it away, stretched out his hand in front of the bed, and pulled out a steel knife with a sheath from under the bed. Without thinking about it, he pulled the scabbard off with a bang, revealing the cold and shining blade, threw the scabbard onto the bed casually, turned around and ran out of the room, and came to the door of the old Taoist in two steps.

The old Taoist is a master, a very high master, Chu Zheng knows this very well, because he himself is too.

Wang Shi has begun to attack the city, the sound of the battle is becoming more and more intense, standing in the courtyard, you can hear the noise of the nearby neighborhood, the armor running in the street, all kinds of Tubo birds one after another.

Jincheng County has entered a state of battle, and it is imminent to greet Wang Shi, as soon as he goes out of the house and rushes to the street, he is destined to be bleeding step by step, how can Chu Zheng fight alone? Of course, he has to call his master.

"Master!" Chu Zheng shouted, lowered his voice and shouted, suddenly stunned.

Until now, Master has not gone out, which is so abnormal, he should have heard the movement before himself.

Pushing open the door, Chu Zheng stepped into the threshold, first looked at the bed, and through the moonlight from the window, he found that the bed was empty, only messy bedding. Searching left and right, how can there be a Master's figure?

What did he do?

Ran away?

Hidden?

Certainly not to the thatched hut!

Anyway, when Chu Zheng needed Master the most, the old Taoist was gone!

"Thief mother!" Chu Zheng was furious and blurted out a scolding, "No one can be trusted!"

Without Master's help, what can he do now? What can he do when he faces a city, when he faces countless Tibetan warriors, and when he faces the unfathomable monks of the Moon God Sect?

Chu Zheng slammed the door and walked out, just about to find a countermeasure, on the street outside the courtyard, there was a sudden thunderous shout of the Tubo people, and the Chinese words he spoke were still so awkward and blunt, but full of condescending and unquestionable meaning: "Everyone! Everyone Han, get out of the house, immediately, immediately!"

As soon as the war broke out, it became extremely fierce in the blink of an eye, and the Tubo people immediately realized that only by concentrating the Han people in custody could they save the most manpower and better prevent them from making trouble in secret. I can't say it, if you kill two people, you can shock a piece.

Chu Zheng took three steps and made two steps, stepped across the courtyard, kicked his feet on the soup cake shelf in front of the courtyard wall, took advantage of the momentum to climb the courtyard wall, and lowered his body to look at the street.

At this look, he suddenly burst into tears!

He holds a torch in one hand and a knife in the other

The Tibetans kicked open the door one by one and rushed into the Han people's house.

With the sound of fierce collisions and beatings, the disheveled woman was pulled out by the hair, the man with a blue nose and swollen face was dragged out by his feet, the child was thrown out and thrown on the cold and hard ground and cried, and the old man was driven like a pig and sheep, and his feet were kicked to his knees!

Suddenly, a black shadow flew out of a small courtyard. Chu Zheng fixed his eyes and saw what kind of object it was, it was clearly a baby in swaddling clothes!

If you are thrown out like this and smashed on the ground or wall, the baby will lose most of its life if it doesn't die!

Chu Zheng didn't have time to think, his left hand was propped up on the courtyard wall, and his body jumped out sharply, as fast as a sharp arrow, before the baby fell to the ground, he held it in his arms, turned around half a circle under his feet, and squatted down, unloading all his strength.

He was not close to the baby, thirty or fifty paces away. In the not-so-strong light of the torch, he could clearly see that it was the baby flying out of the yard so far away, and catch the other party in time, indicating that his cultivation had reached at least the third level of qi training!

The baby in swaddling clothes didn't cry, staring at Chu Zheng innocently with wide eyes, and he didn't know if he was stupid or didn't know what was going on at all. The two fleshy little short hands also stretched out to Chu Zheng, as if they were asking him to hug them.

Chu Zheng didn't take him out, but put him firmly on the ground with swaddling clothes.

He heard the shouting, scolding, commanding, and footsteps of the Tubo people around him, and even if he didn't look up, he knew that the Tubo were rushing towards him with knives.

He was surrounded, under siege.

Even if he could kill one Tubo or ten Tubo, he would be beheaded by the hundredth Tubo.

His head will fall on this cold street, and in a pool of blood, it will become a weight to deter other Han people, so that those Han people who are as timid as mice can only squat on the ground with their heads in their hands and tremble!

That's where he belongs.

Before going out, no less than ten action plans flashed in Chu Zheng's mind. And from the moment he jumped out of the courtyard wall, he could only choose the worst one. The name of this course of action should probably be called Death.

Holding the long knife with the handle wrapped around the strip of cloth, Chu Zheng took a deep breath and slowly stood up.

He took one last look at the swaddling baby.

The baby's parents haven't rushed over yet. They are so cowardly. Such cowardly parents, raising children, will be just as cowardly as they are. If Wang Shi is defeated this time, that baby will grow up to be a submissive citizen under the rule of Tubo.

Chu Zheng tugged at the corners of his mouth and laughed silently.

He has no regrets.

Give him another chance, and he still chooses to do so.

He would not watch his fellow citizens being killed, especially a child, a baby.

No matter what they will become in the future, now, let them see how straight their waists are, how hot their blood is, how fast their long knives are, and how hard their bones are!

Kill!

Kill!

Kill one more Tubo person, and these people will remember one more day, what the Han people should be like in the face of the enemy!

The Tibetans rushed with their swords!

Chu Zheng bowed, raised his head, pressed hard under his feet, and suddenly kicked back, the long knife was raised obliquely, and he rushed out like a tiger and a leopard!

The nearest Tubo man, holding a battle axe, shouting and shouting Tubo, his position, with his breath, Chu Zheng has locked him!

When the long knife in his hand slashes out, he will run right in front of the opponent, and the sharp and cold blade of the long knife will sweep through the opponent's neck and cut off the opponent's head!

There was a buzz and exploded violently in Chu Zheng's head.

He froze, his eyes wide and frozen.

The body can no longer move forward, the feet can no longer move, and the long knife can no longer cut out.

It was as if he had been immobilized, and he couldn't move at all.

It's like the vitality in the body disappears in an instant.

He's not really dying.

In fact, he was alive and well, just too shocking.

What did he see?

It was a scene he couldn't believe.

He swore that if he gave him ten more heads, he would never have imagined that the scene in front of him would become like this!

As soon as he moved, a man with a fine upper body had already rushed past him, outpacing his galloping horse.

The man has a knife in his hand.

Horizontal knives.

The horizontal knife swept over the neck of Chu Zheng's locked opponent.

This Tubo man, who was holding a battle axe and killing Chu Zheng, had his head flying high, blood gushing from his neck, spurting out three feet high! And his body, after running two steps forward, fell down in front of Chu Zheng's feet, and warm blood sprayed him.

The man's footsteps didn't stop.

His body was swift, sharp, and effective, and in the subsequent Tubo people holding knives, the shape of a lightning bolt ran out.

The body does not glow, but the shape of lightning does appear.

So, that's the trajectory of the horizontal knife light!

When the lightning disappeared, the heads rushed one by one

Heaven rises. The corpse of a Tubo man who ran forward fell to the ground after three or two steps, and a large stream of blood poured out from the neck where the flesh and bones were exposed.

How can Chu Zheng not be stiff?

The shirtless man finally stopped after dealing with these Tibetan warriors in the blink of an eye. Then he turned around, grinned at Chu Zheng, and smiled.

A smile that's all too familiar.

Of course it's familiar, Chu Zheng just saw it!

This man is an iron plate!

......

Iron plate, who has a gentle temperament to the point of being a little cowardly, has such a ability to kill people like mowing grass?

Seeing the iron smile, Chu Zheng couldn't accept it, such a master would be the porter who ate a bowl of soup cakes at his stall every day, obviously couldn't feed his powerful stomach, but had no money to ask for a second bowl, so he could only let Chu Zheng send a bowl of hot soup for nothing to deceive his stomach!

Such a strong person will have no money to eat?

Will you go to be a porter?

Is it really an iron plate in his head?

Chu Zheng didn't have time to appreciate the honest smiling face of the iron plate, and he didn't have time to verify what was in the iron plate's head.

......

When the iron plate turned around and smiled at him, in the dim light of the torch, Chu Zheng clearly saw that among the houses on both sides behind the iron plate, there were figures like flying swallows.

They carried horizontal knives in their hands and rushed towards the invincible Tibetans, and their movements were so fierce that the flashes of their knives flashed, and the heads of the Tibetans flew up one by one.

Under the moonlight, a corpse with blood spurting from its neck slowly fell.

In the screams of the Tubo people one after another, one figure after another quickly rushed past Chu Zheng and rushed forward.

They carried bloody horizontal knives obliquely, leaping on the streets, alleys, courtyard walls, and rooftops, and brazenly killed the Tibetan warriors in different directions!

Looking at the scene in front of him, Chu Zheng was at a loss.

The shrewd lady Wei Da has no wielding silk handkerchief in her hand, only a horizontal knife that flashes coldly. She broke out of the window, and in mid-air, she stopped and cut off two Tubo warriors who jumped high, and the spilling of all internal organs was extremely clear in the moonlight.

Granny Zheng, who sells vegetables, is as agile as a raccoon cat, jumping into and out of small courtyards. In the courtyard where she passed, all the Tibetans fell in pools of blood.

The lame Chen is blind, his eyes are not blind, his legs are not lame, he is slashing and killing in the crowd of Tibetans, as brave as a tiger.

Those ordinary people who live in Funing Fang, who are cowardly, humble, or mean on weekdays, and who are scolded by Chu Zheng as soft eggs, have now become the most cruel killers!

A powerful killer who makes the Tibetans wail, tremble, and beg for mercy!

Chu Zheng really wanted to give himself a slap and wake up from his dream sooner.

Not only did he look like this, but the Han residents who did not attack were also dumbfounded and dumbfounded, as if they saw the gods descend into the world, forgetting to move and forgetting to make a sound.

The battle ended quickly.

In Funing Fang, nearly two hundred Tubo warriors were beheaded by less than twenty swordsmen who suddenly changed their faces.

The fierce and irritable battlefield is suddenly as quiet as a wilderness.

Only the night sky is bright and the moon is high, and the rest of the ground is as bright as snow.

More than a dozen killers, carrying blood-dripping knives, stood on the streets, rooftops, among the corpses of the Tubo people, and stood in the bloodstained Funing Fang, like a god.

In Chu Zheng's heart, they are not evil gods, they are heroes!

After killing the Tubo people in Funingfang, these killers did not immediately go away, but stayed for a moment.

In this moment, Chu Zheng was surprised to see two swordsmen running through the street. Streams of clouds flew out of one person's hands, and discs flew out of one person's hands.

Liuyun is not a cloud, but a piece of green clothes.

The disc is not a disc, but a hat.

More than a dozen swordsmen took over the Tsing Yi and the hat in turn. At the end, the movements are neatly draped and hated.

This scene, which is full of ritual, full of power, full of mystery, and full of elegant temperament, makes all the Han people in Funingfang enthusiastic.

One by one, whether thin or strong, timid or heroic, at this moment either picked up the kitchen knife, or lifted the flat pole, or picked up the hammer, or found the wooden stick, roared, roared, and shouted angrily, and rushed out of the house.

They can see that these swordsmen are preparing to kill the next square!

Tonight, there is a big battle in Jincheng County.

A great battle that every Han Chinese should participate in!

Kill all the Tibetan dogs and meet the battle of the king!

Raise your eyebrows and puff up, wash away the humiliating battle!

Each of them, waiting for half a lifetime, looks forward to the great battle like rain!

Chu Zheng, whose face was flushed, was the first to rush out. As he ran, he shouted at the iron plate, towards the lady of the guard, at the grandmother Zheng, and at the blind man Chen: "Who are you?"

Everyone straightened up and jumped off the roof one after another.

"Datang, under the command of King An, Tsing Yi Yamen!"

。 Nine Heavenly God Emperors