In Hangzhou, heavy rain was pouring.

Such rainy days are not conducive to siege. The towering city walls are towering at the end of their eyes, which is daunting. The scenery outside the city is invisible under the night rain curtain. The black armored man drags his long sword to patrol the city wall. The crowds on the city walls are coming and going in the rain, carrying weapons and arrows, and some transport the wounded. The screams of pain and the sound of rapid footsteps are heard into his ears.

Under the eaves of the building above the city gate, Yang Zhi sat down with a knife. A soldier came over with medicine and quickly bandaged his arm. He took off his shoulder armor and took off his cuffs. A long wound curled his flesh and was soaked in the rain. Seeing the other party bandaging the white silk and medicine, Yang Zhi looked at the rain flowers splashing on the ground.

"….. It's so heavy rain... it probably won't come again." He put the knife in his hand under his feet, stretching his finger joints, and felt a little sore and painful. Today, during the day, the other party's siege was quite fierce. The Ming Cult attacked the city several times. One of them was named Li Tianrun, who was very powerful. He almost asked him to take people down the city tower to grab the city gate.

The soldier who bandaged him trembled and said, "...Yes... With such heavy rain, those lunatics should not come again. Today I thought Hangzhou was about to fall. They... They... They... were simply lifeless."

After he put the medicine and bandaged the wound, Yang Zhi put on his shoulder armor again. Taking advantage of his free time, he was ready to take a good rest, rolled his cloak on his body and leaned against the corner of the wall, and said with half-squinted eyes: "Fang La's people may not have seriously attacked the city. If they swept the rest of the states and the soldiers came back, they would probably not be able to defend it at that time."

"...I'm not afraid..." The young man tried hard to smile, "I heard that General Yang was born in a general and had a family background, so you can definitely defend it."

Yang Zhi was very helpful to what the other party said. After all, he was always proud of his family background. When someone talked about it, he would... Suddenly, his eyes opened fiercely and violently, and he crawled up with a sensation, taking a deep breath, "What sound..."

His doubts have not been expressed yet. Under the rain curtain in the dark night, the sound of hundreds or even thousands of bowstrings, and the sound of arrows and locusts coming suddenly penetrated the rainy night and started to ring.

He quickly picked up the shield beside him and blocked it. The arrow hit him like raindrops, and the nails were stabbed on it. The shield was shaking. Yang Zhi saw the young man who was talking to him before, and his mouth was wide open and he seemed to want to shout something. His eyes were filled with horror, but several arrows had nailed him to the wall.

The most deadly arrow penetrates the neck directly.

"It's still raining like this... I dare to call me..." Yang Zhi spit out the rain in his mouth, running on the city wall, and shouting were coming. As soon as the arrow rain came, these sounds were much less, and some were already dead.

“….Enemy attack.”

After the feather arrow, the guards on the city wall rushed out, shouting, pulling out the knife at the end of Yang Zhi's vision, killing something in the gray rain curtain, and then throwing a broken hand out of the darkness and falling to the ground. The hysterical scream mixed with heart-wrenching howls suddenly filled the city.

The front end of the ladder suddenly hit the wall, and the barbs on it hung into the wall with a clang, and a series of climbing sounds sounded under the city wall not far away from Yang Zhi.

The next second, the cloak rose.

The dark and ferocious armor jumped up and jumped onto the wall. The knife light cut out from his hand, cutting off the rain curtain, and headed towards a head that had just emerged with a red scarf.

The blade cut through, and the man's eyebrows flattened, and half of his head flew down the city wall. A little slowed down, Yang Zhi picked up an uninhabited spear from the wall, and threw it hard according to the invisible bottom of the ladder. After the first sound of the sharp spear breaking through the body, there were a series of puffs.

The person on the entire ladder was probably wearing a gourd.

Yang Zhi waved the precious sword he passed down from his family and cut off the ladder in two or three times. Then, he looked at the other side of the Ming Cult red turban that was still fighting, and burst out with fierce and surging shouts. The sound of fighting was mixed with the wind and rain in the sky, gradually spreading across the entire city wall.

The soldiers in Hangzhou who were ready to prepare and reinforce, were constantly trying to block the gap. The crowd was filled with blood, and broken limbs and broken hands kept flying out of it. The corpse that fell to the ground was paved with a layer. A strong man standing on the corpse was wearing simple armor and a red scarf tied around his neck. The knife in his hand was extremely fierce. His attack was like a sea of ​​tide. The continuous blades waved the soldiers guarding the city who were tearing apart.

When Yang Zhi saw him, he rushed over with a knife.

On the other side, the man licked the blood on his mouth, turned his head and looked back ferociously, raised his arm, pointed the tip of the knife, and then rushed to the side behind him, stepping on the rain under his feet, and rushed towards Yang Zhi.

"Bandits, common name"

"I, Shi Bao, General Nanli of the Ming Cult,!"

The two knives swung horizontally, so simple that they were rough. They hit each other with a single slight crack. They couldn't help but stiffen for a moment, and then took a step back.

"Not bad, come again."

The man named Shi Bao was licking his mouth. The blade flipped and raised his head, rushed upward in this way, poked down, and then pulled upward, cutting the rain curtain. Yang Zhi was a little more conservative. Seeing the other person coming, he attacked like this. He couldn't help but take a step back with his right foot and hung his blade horizontally.

In the heavy rain, the moment when the crisp sound of swords collided, Yang Zhi half-closed his left eye, the treasure sword hanging horizontally sank, and his body turned almost perfectly, rushing. In an instant, the rain seemed to be forced to stay, and the knife in his hand pulled a straight line in the water.

The moment the raindrops splashed, Mars burst out.

Yang Zhi's knife passed by, and the other party's hand was not slow. He intersected with each other, and the two swords collided again. "Look for" Shi Bao, and his figure rushed forward, and the knife slashed with a bang. The last word "death" roared out, and the knife in his hand suddenly exploded at an unimaginable speed.

With a swish, he directly slashed the opponent's knife edge and slashed Yang Zhi out. He held the hilt with one hand, and his speed was not stopped at all. He rushed over and another knife. When the second knife was slashed out, the speed was faster than before. The knife and the knife slashed out extremely quickly with the afterimage. The attack made Yang Zhi unable to take a defensive move.

The two of them went forward and retreated, and the sparks in their hands kept bursting in the dark. They only heard the sound of the cracks and swords colliding. Even if someone else was there, they would not dare to intervene. The other party's lifeless sword technique stunned Yang Zhi for a period of time. Every time the impact reminded him of the situation of family despair, the Yang family's lintel and other scenes appeared in his mind. At this time, as the sword lights gathered, the man who was once called the "green-faced beast" was full of resentment and his steps were paused.

He twisted his soles, his body slightly opened, and his hands were retracted from the blocking knife. At the moment when the shoulder armor was cut off by the other party, Yang Zhiqing's face burst out and waved the ancestral treasure sword. The knife cut off the other party's forehead. The strong wind suddenly appeared in the moment, and the blade surging with murderous intent.

The sword techniques passed down from generation to generation by the Yang family seem to be condensed on this sword now.

There was a loud bang.

Shi Bao raised his sword to block it. In the moment he contacted it, he could see with his naked eyes that his knife had cracked his mouth and then exploded and broke into the air.

He suddenly rolled down and the other party's knife still slashed.

Blade, cracked armor.

See blood.

Shi Bao covered his cut arm and looked at Yang Zhi furiously, "Ah...ah, ugly monster, I'm going to kill you."

However, the restless attack was still long and was far from over.

But the heavy rain still... It's not a good time to attack. The man named Shi Bao is not stupid. He took the ladder and left.

The brief surprise attack ended.

The injured soldiers were counted out and carried to the injured camp, where there should be wailing.

Yang Zhi wiped the blade and looked at the joint venture that was still vaguely.

He murmured: "How many days can I hold on? What should I do then?"
Chapter completed!