Chu Zheng calmed down.

He thinks that he should know that the people of the Tsing Yi Yamen lurking in Jincheng County will not be the only one who is iron-plated. They have been living here for a long time, which shows that King An laid out very early, and since this is the case, there is no reason not to make the strength stronger.

Fierce battles were raging inside and outside the city walls, and whether or not they were able to defeat these Tibetan armor soldiers in front of them, at least they contained part of the Tibetan troops and effectively supported the battle at the city walls.

The inside should be combined with the outside, which should be the intention of King An to make this layout.

Under the indoctrination of the Moon God Sect, the Tubo people are indeed no longer a group of savage barbarians, and they are obviously on guard against all kinds of accidents, so even if the battle on the city wall has started, the armor soldiers in charge of this place can be as stable as Mount Tai.

Chu Zheng took a deep breath.

As long as the battle in front of him was worth it, there was no need for him to think about it, even if he died on the street, he could die blindly. After all, he was supposed to be hacked to death in the neighborhood tonight, becoming a warning to the neighborhood.

It's just that in the face of such a group of fierce and vicious Tubo armorers, those ordinary men who rushed out with kitchen knives and hammers are afraid that they will be scared back. They are just ordinary people, even if there is a moment of blood and energy, when they see this group of evil gods, they pour a basin of cold water on their heads......

And he rushed up.

Rush up!

Yes, Chu Zheng saw that the men who rushed out of Funing Fang had already followed Tie Ban and the others closely, with red eyes, a beastly roar from their throats, and rushed towards those Tubo armorers who were wearing sharp armor!

Chu Zheng's worldview is destined to be subverted, or revised, tonight. The world that a sixteen-year-old boy has seen is still too small, too shallow, and too partial, and the worldview thus formed is destined to be constantly revised.

He didn't figure out what tonight's battle meant to these Han family children.

The knife is in hand, the arrow is wound, and there is no turning back.

When they go to the battlefield, they are all soldiers, and cowardice before fighting no longer exists.

This is the seed of courage planted by the Tang Dynasty in their blood!

Chu Zheng roared, ran a few steps, jumped past those ordinary men, rushed into the military formation that was torn open by the iron plate and others, raised the long knife in his hand, and cut a Tubo armor soldier who had no time to react in half in half!

Chu Zheng's eyes gradually turned scarlet, and there was only one thought left in his heart: no matter what, the combat power of ordinary men will not be high after all, and they can't be allowed to charge ahead, and he must cut down a few more Tubo armor soldiers to kill a bloody path for them!

This is the consciousness that he must have as a monk of the Tang Dynasty!

Bloody battles were fought in the streets.

In the past sixteen years, Chu Zheng has never killed so many people at once like today.

After he was thirteen years old, the old Taoist would take him out of the city every year to look for thieves in the mountains and wilderness, and use the lives of the Tibetan thieves to train his murderous courage and skills. However, neither he nor the old Taoist are essentially murderous people, so the number of people killed is limited.

And now, Chu Zheng's long knife has been replaced with three handles.

The first blade was too powerful, the second handle had too many gaps, and the third handle was cut directly.

The Tubo people who fell under his sword could no longer be counted with two hands and two feet.

At the same time, there were three wounds of different depths on his body, and the bleeding could not be stopped.

Even so, they had only crossed less than a quarter of the way through the street.

The Tibetan armor was inexhaustible. The front one died, and the back one made up, and the end of the queue was still not visible at the end of the long street!

Fortunately, the Tsing Yi Yamen was brave enough, and the Han people also broke out, which surprised Chu Zheng with his combat power and fighting spirit, even if the fallen people had already been rubbing shoulders, the men behind him were still going forward one after another. The blood did not frighten them, but made their anger burn completely.

This kind of fight made Chu Zheng's blood rush to his head.

Even if he dies here in battle today, it will not be in vain!

However, the group of Tibetan armor soldiers in front of them obviously did not hesitate to die.

They don't retreat.

Cutting down the Tibetan monk in front of him, Chu Zheng pulled Mrs. Wei again. The plump woman, her clothes stained red, and a terrible wound on her face, had fallen three times before. was rescued twice by other Tsing Yi yamen, and once was pulled up by Chu Zheng.

However, this time, Chu Zheng failed to pull Mrs. Wei up, and her body was extremely heavy.

Chu Zheng's heart was cold, and when he looked back, he saw that Mrs. Wei was already lying in a pool of blood and was not moving, and the dark brown blood stains in the big pool under her were rapidly overflowing.

There was no time to wipe the tears from his eyes, Chu Zheng raised his knife to block the battle axe of a Tubo man, and fought with the other party.

The careful-eyed woman who came to the stall every day, shook her handkerchief and took her five or six-year-old daughter, and teased Chu Zheng, whose waist was obviously as thick as a bucket, but she still thought that she was still young and had to twist a few times from time to time, and she would never lose a penny a day for him.

Chu Zheng didn't know how long he had been fighting, he only felt that his eyes were gradually blurring, there were tears dripping down, there was also blood stained, and in the back, the whole vision was a red world.

The knife in his hand is getting heavier and heavier, and many dexterous movements can no longer be made quickly.

Therefore, his moves are forced to become horizontal and vertical, and he can only pursue simplicity and simplicity.

Chen Blind also fell.

How can a person whose head has been cut off in half and whose brains have flowed all over the ground not fall?

Chu Zheng even saw that the other party's two eyeballs fell out, but the tail was still in the eye socket.

Now, even if the blind man is not dead, he has become a real blind man.

The more he kept fighting, the more simple the consciousness in Chu Zheng's mind became, and his thinking became single, and in the end, there was only one voice left: forward.

Forward, all the way forward.

Until the slaughter through this street.

Until I saw other swordsmen from the Tsing Yi Yamen.

Until...... Never be able to stand up again.

Chu Zheng saw the iron plate turn around, and saw that he saw that he was following closely, and was obviously stunned for a moment. Chu Zheng grinned reluctantly, and he smiled, just like the iron plate smiled at himself before.

He's telling Iron Plate, your brother, there's nothing left to stand.

He also wanted to tell the iron plate, now, I am also your brother.

I don't know if Tie Ban understood what Chu Zheng meant, he nodded, and then turned around and fought forward.

Suddenly, Chu Zheng noticed that a drop of water flew out from the side of the iron plate face and hit the bridge of his nose.

It's not hot, so it's not blood, it's cold, so it's ...... It's tears.

Chu Zheng saw that the iron plate was stabbed in the waist and ribs, and his body was stunned, he hurriedly stepped forward and stabbed the Tubo monk to the head; then, he was shocked to feel a pain in his right shoulder, and the corner of his eye caught a short hair inserted into his shoulder.

Without pulling out the iron spear, Chu Zheng kicked over a Tubo man who stepped forward and wanted to mend his knife.

He knew he was going to fall.

With an iron plate.

It's not bad to pour it with an iron plate.

Behind him, there are so many heroes from the Tsing Yi Yamen.

There are so many others, who were so humble in the past, so able to endure humiliation, so timid, but today they really stood up, picked up the blades of the Tubo people, faced the enemy, turned their backs to their families, and killed an ordinary man with the blood of the Tang Dynasty.

Dying with them is worth it.

When you go underground, you must have a good drink with them and make amends for your past contempt.

For the sake of fighting side by side today, for the sake of being brave all the time, they will forgive themselves, right? I should forgive, after all, I am only sixteen years old, and I am still young, and it is inevitable that I will make some small mistakes.

See.

Chu Zheng saw the end of the street, the end of the Tubo team.

At the end of the street, there is a large open space.

This shows that there are not many Tibetans left.

It's a pity that he has exhausted his strength, has the intention to kill the thief, and is unable to wield a knife.

The iron plate was gone, and his body was already crumbling, but he didn't swing the knife indiscriminately, but clutched the back of the knife tightly. He knew that the number of times he could swing the knife was running out, and he couldn't waste a single time, and only in this way could he kill one more Tubo person.

There weren't many men behind him anymore.

The men who rushed out of the door, to say the least, there were three or four hundred, and now, there is no more than one out of ten.

Chu Zheng stumbled under his feet.

He stepped on a corpse and tripped over it. He was too young to have actually been on the battlefield to understand the importance of avoiding corpses beneath his feet. The body fell forward, his heart was cold, knowing that he would never have a chance to stand up again if he fell, but he was relieved in an instant.

Because, you can die.

The old Taoist of the thief and his mother, running so fast tonight, he didn't even care about his apprentice, what a ...... I have no conscience!

Small...... Xiaodong ......

Will he follow in his father's footsteps and become a minion of the Tibetans?

Would it?

After all, he was already following the cymbal.

Xiaodong ......

Xiaodong?!

Chu Zheng almost thought that he was dazzled, or that he was hallucinating!

At the end of the street, behind the Tubo people, a young man in fresh clothes and angry horses, holding a spear, like a god descending to earth, rushed into the crowd of Tubo!

In an instant, the bodies of several Tubo people were knocked away by the armored galloping horses!

The young man jumped up from the horse, and the man was in the air, and the spear in his hand swept through, and the aura was like a match!

The young man with a blue nose and swollen face burst into a mist of blood in front of him, and shouted in a broken voice: "Brother Zheng!"

Chu Zheng was dumbfounded.

He was held up by an iron plate and stood up again.

He saw that behind the young man, a large group of sword-wielding warriors rushed closely!

Those warriors, everyone has gray hair!

Everyone has white hair, but they are as fierce as a tiger in the mountains!

Like a tiger in the mountains, killing the Tibetan people is like slaughtering a dog!

Chu Zheng's chest was hot, he couldn't hold back it anymore, and tears welled up.

Zhang Changan jumped high over a group of panicked Tubo people, smashed down in front of Chu Zheng, and stabbed a Tubo soldier to the ground with a spear in his hand.

Then he straightened his waist in front of Chu Zheng, wiped a handful of blood from his face, and showed a bright and brilliant smile.

He said, "Brother Zheng, I'm here!"

When he said this, his tone was normal, but his voice was trembling, full of power.

Obviously, he has endured these six words in his heart for a long time.

Chu Zheng was speechless.

He stretched out his bloody, trembling hand, barely clenched it into a fist, and slammed it straight on Zhang Changan's chest.

His voice was hoarse, full of surging emotions and emotions, and finally turned into three words: "Good brother." ”

Zhang Changan nodded heavily: "Good brother!"