Zhao Yu still remembers the appearance of his hometown, that small village, and remembers Daxingbao and the daughter river at the entrance of the village, which are not far from the village. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info He can roughly recall that when the New Year's Festival, his father and mother took him to Songshan Fort to sell some mountain goods and buy New Year's goods at the same time, and he would pass by Daxingbao.

Especially remember the rock sugar gourd. Every time he went to Matsuyama Fort, his mother would buy him one or two bunches. His mother held him, and he held a string of sugar gourds in one hand, one bite on the left and one bite on the right, it was so sweet.

At that time, there was no Jinzhou City, and ten years ago, Jinzhou was just a small place, and Songshan Fort was the most prosperous city nearby. Jinzhou City was built recently.

About Jinzhou City, Zhao Yu heard about it from his master. It seems that in order to resist the attack of the Tartars, the imperial court ordered the construction of such a city between the Da Ling River and the Xiao Ling River.

In terms of rough location, Jinzhou City is in the north, Songshan Fort is in the south, and Daxing Fort is in the east, which is not far from each other, and it is only a distance of dozens of miles.

As long as you get to the vicinity of Jinzhou City, cross the Xiaoling River to the east, and then cross the Daughter River, you will definitely be able to find that 'home'!

Zhao Yu has a spectrum in his heart, and his feet are also brisk. But as I walked, it gradually became heavier. Somehow, there are still a hundred and ten miles, but the closer I get to that 'home', the heavier my heart becomes, and there is a murderous aura, brewing, as if it is about to explode at any time!

Everything that happened that evening, the bloody slaughter, always haunted him.

"Tartar!"

Two words popped out of Zhao Yu's teeth!

Zhao Yu's feet are fast, and even the Shenxing Taibao and Scuds that the master said in his mouth are not as good as him. A hundred and ten miles away, in less than an hour, he was left behind.

At this time, the sun in the sky rose three poles.

It's noon.

Seeing that the city of Jinzhou is almost here, there are still ten miles and eight miles at most. Suddenly, there was a sound of hooves in the distance. Boom, listen carefully, and think in my heart, I am afraid that there will not be one or twenty horses galloping.

Although Zhao Yu has no experience in the rivers and lakes, he is not a stupid person. I have heard from the master that now that Jiannu is fierce, the ground of Jinzhou and Guangning Wei has long become a horse farm for Tartars.

With the ferocity of the Tartars, it could not be a horse caravan of the imperial court, nor could it be a caravan. The imperial court was beaten by the Tartars and couldn't raise its head, and lost ground again and again, where could there be a horse team of the imperial court running on the road in broad daylight?

As for the caravans, it is even more impossible. This is close to Jinzhou, the land of four wars, which caravan dares to come here to spread wild?

And it is clearly a war horse galloping, and it is impossible for a caravan to run so fiercely. The sound of hooves was like thunder, even if it was only one or twenty horses, it shook the earth, and it was definitely a war horse.

Zhao Yu's heart moved, and he looked left and right, and there was a small forest not far away. At that moment, he took a big stride, and he arrived in the forest in a few steps, swishing, like a spirit monkey, and then climbed a slightly larger tree with his breath, stood on the tree, and raised his eyes to look.

I saw that at the end of the loess road, some black dots were scattered, separated from each other by a certain distance, showing a fan-shape, rushing towards this side.

Zhao Yu's eyesight is extraordinary, and those black spots are cavalry on horseback. He wears armor and has a knife hanging from his waist. One of them was dressed in white armor, and the others were all in black armor.

As the sound of hooves approached, Zhao Yu could see the faces of those cavalrymen clearly.

On time, Zhao Yu's eyes turned red!

"Tartar!"

Zhao Yu's hand was violently forced, and with a click, the palm of the steel dry hand crushed an arm-thick branch!

"Good, that's good. ”

Zhao Yu laughed, with a cold light in his eyes, and whispered to himself: "It's been ten years, it's time to collect some interest..."

So I looked carefully and counted all the way through, and the black dots that gradually grew larger were exactly twenty horses. Zhao Yu's heart turned, and he didn't take it seriously at all. At that moment, he had a plan in his heart, jumped down from a two-zhang high tree, landed silently, and then walked to the middle of the road, standing there quietly with his head held high and his face expressionless.

It's like a stone statue, no matter the wind and rain, it won't be shaken in the slightest.

Twenty Tartar cavalry, but they were scouts in the Tartar army.

At present, Huang Taiji is leading the army to besiege Jinzhou.

Huang Taiji is not an ordinary person, and he can develop a race with a population of only a few hundred thousand to the point where he is today, regardless of military and political affairs, he has his own unique characteristics.

When Sun Chengzong was the superintendent of Jiliao, he did a lot of practical things. Step by step, the walls were cleared, and all kinds of military means were displayed, so that on the frontal battlefield, Huang Taiji repeatedly hit his head and broke his blood.

Although Sun Chengzong is now deceased, after all, he has left many useful things on this land. Huang Taiji's attack on Jinzhou was unfavorable, so he retreated to the next best thing and chose to besiege it. Fearing that the reinforcements of the Ming army would harass and destroy the plan, many scouts were sprinkled around Jinzhou City.

These twenty horsemen are one of them.

The Tartars are so violent, or rather, the barbarians of the north have always been so fierce. Like locusts, corpses are strewn all over the field, and rivers of blood flow everywhere they pass.

Whenever the Central Plains Dynasty weakened, these barbarians could jump up without suppression. As long as the number of burning, killing and looting increases, the deeper this ferocious aura becomes.

These twenty Tartar cavalry scouts are naturally like this.

The scout is the elite of the army, and since he is the elite, he must kill more people, and he will be even more violent.

The twenty horsemen saw from afar that in the middle of the road, there was a person standing stunned, and when they reached a distance of hundreds of paces, they could clearly see that it was a barbarian.

The Han people called the barbarians barbarians, and when the Han people declined, these barbarians pressed back, and naturally they did not admit that they were barbarians, so they added a barbarian word to the Han people.

It's always been like this. For example, the Jin and Liao kingdoms in history often called the Great Song Dynasty the Southern Barbarians.

This is to achieve a psychological advantage, a spiritual victory.

But in fact, it is clear who is the brute word.

It's not barbaric, it's the depth of civilization. Rather than verbal.

Even if the Central Plains Dynasty declines again, it is still the most profound civilization in the world today.

When the twenty cavalry scouts saw Zhao Yu blocking the road, although they thought that this Han man was tall, but so what? The Ming Dynasty was also a behemoth compared to the Qing Kingdom established by the descendants of wild boar skins. But isn't it the same to be beaten and can't do it?

Didn't care.

Some of the scouts in the vicinity were all laughing and not taking it seriously. The white armor in the middle of the continent, riding and galloping, saw that it was within a hundred steps, and pulled out the long knife at his waist.

The long knife was cold and sharp, and in the sun, the edge was exposed.

When he was about to ride through, he would split the barbarian in the middle of the road in half. This is not a difficult thing, whether on the battlefield or off the battlefield, whether it is cutting down the soldiers of the Ming army, or slaughtering the villages of the Han barbarians, he is already familiar with it.

Carelessly, he raised his long knife.

The horse's hooves trampled the earth, kicked up a slip of smoke and dust, and lifted up a foot high. Zhao Yu slowly raised his head, and a ray of sunlight became cold under the reflection of the blade, and fell into his eyes, making his eyes squint slightly.

A snort could be faintly heard, and the long knife slashed down on the head. The war horse was about to rush past Zhao Yu. The knight on horseback grinned, showing a mouthful of yellow teeth, as if smiling.

Then, Zhao Yu made a move.

The white horse is not enough to describe, and the electric flint is also a little worse.

It's like pressing the pause button, changing from extreme motion to extreme stillness. As soon as Hirulu neighed, he saw a thick palm pressed right on the chest of the war horse, sinking straight into it an inch!

The bones in the horse's chest all collapsed.

The other hand, like a pincer, pinched the blade of the sword, which was already twisted.

And under Zhao Yu's feet, a spider web-like crack was revealed on the hard loess road.

The huge impact force of the war horse was unloaded into the ground by Zhao Yu, and the ground was impacted out of such a crack!

As for himself, the cloth shoes on both feet turned into rags, and all of them were torn apart by the shock.

With a bang, the horse fell to the ground.

Zhao Yu's palm shook slightly, and the long knife fell out of the hand of the white-armored tartar who had collapsed and blood flowed for a long time. Then, like lightning, a large hand grabbed the neck of the tartar, who had been paralyzed by the shock, and lifted him up.

The Tartar cavalry was still ignorant, he had never expected such a thing. In addition, half of the body holding the knife was numb, and he didn't feel it, and he was in a daze.

Zhao Yu pinched his neck and lifted him up, one foot moved like a phantom, only to hear two clicks, and then a howl like killing a pig.

Tartars are also human beings, flesh and blood, not machines, not ghosts and gods.

His legs were hit twice by Zhao Yu's toes, and his knees were shattered, who could bear that kind of pain?

At the same time, the other nineteen cavalry scouts rushed on either side. was laughing, turning around one by one, to see the wonderful scenery of Zhao Yu being cut in two, and saw the scene of the leader of the war horse falling to the ground, pinching his neck and being lifted.

Suddenly, the laughter stopped abruptly.

Then, in the midst of the neighing of horses, the sound of horses' hooves also stopped abruptly.

I have to say that these elite scouts are superb in riding, and in the midst of galloping horses, they stop when they say stop.

Then came the howl of the white-armored cavalry.

Confused.

The nineteen scouts were stunned for a moment.

Then he reacted instantly, howling or pulling out a long knife, or opening a bow and arrows, very tacitly, aimed at Zhao Yu.

The sound of horses' hooves sounded again, this time towards Zhao Yu.

Nine of the scouts drew their long swords and came together, while the other ten opened their bows and arrows, and with a bang, they shot ten feathered arrows.

Zhao Yu was relieved to see that these scouts had not escaped, and crushed the neck of the white-armored scout. On the neck, there was only one skin left attached to the head, and the bones below were all shattered.

Died in an instant.

Zhao Yuzhen shook his feet suddenly, and used his strength to shake up the war knife that was pinched and bent by him, grabbed it with his palm, turned his wrist, and flashed a knife flower with the knife, and the ten feather arrows that were shot first did not fall, all of them were swept away, and then he threw the war knife out.

With a snort, the armor soldier who rushed within twenty paces with a howl was pierced and then fell off his horse.