"Stop, if you go again I'll shoot you!" Deep in the Yulin, Yang Guangdi was breathing heavily while holding a Rumi gun. Twenty steps ahead was Qin Jiuze, who was holding two horses. After discovering that Qin Jiuze was missing, he started walking all the way.
Chasing, he called out the name of his mount Huo Zhi twice, following the horse's neighing
Found Qin Jiuze who had escaped.
Qin Jiuze didn't even turn around, "If the fire cannon can hit people, Jiannu will not fight all the way to the border. Don't blow yourself up."
"I've even beaten a bright-armored Tatar!"
"The match rope just flew away. You chased it all the way and you didn't have time to reload it."
Yang Guangdi's face turned red, and there was indeed no match rope on his Rumi gun.
Qin Jiuze did not walk along the road in the forest, but went east in the forest, clearly to avoid the battle or to escape with his horse.
Qin Jiuze turned around slowly. Yang Guang threw the blunderbuss to the ground first and pulled out his waist knife with a swish sound. "You have joined the Anqing Qibing camp. This is not Xuanda. You can't leave if you want." "I."
I didn't join your Anqing camp, and then I just wanted to gain some horse information, and I look down on your southern soldiers." Qin Jiuze looked at Yang Guang for a long time, "Little boy, all the camp leaders are just the same, it's useless no matter how hard you guys work,
, my home’s sentry team also
I've worked hard like you, don't believe those military laws, generals are all lies, not worth working for, even if you win this small battle, it's useless, you will die in the end, you'd better do it earlier
go home."
Yang Guangdi held the knife and said firmly, "Article 3, Paragraph 2 of the Military Code of Anqing Qi Barracks, regardless of the soldiers and generals of the camp, deserters from the camp must be arrested, and those who condone the escape will be treated as deserters."
Qin Jiuze stood there and said indifferently, "You can't beat me, if you want to kill people, go to the Tatars."
Yang Guangdi's chest heaved and his eyes stared straight at Qin Jiuze. After the two faced off for a moment, Yang Guangdi picked up his steps and walked forward.
Only the occasional bird song could be heard in the quiet depths of the elm forest, and the rustle of Yang Guangdi's footsteps was still harsh. He was sweating on his forehead, but he was still approaching Qin Jiuze. Qin Jiuze looked at him coldly, but still made no move.
There were only five steps left between the two of them. Qin Jiuze put his hand on the handle of the knife and said, "Yang Guangdi, go home with your life intact."
Yang Guangdi's cheek twitched and he took another step closer. A flash of surprise flashed in Qin Jiuze's eyes, and he held the handle of the knife with his right hand. At this moment, there was a sound of birds flapping in the elm forest on the west side. Qin Jiuze immediately stepped back two steps.
After taking a few steps, seeing that Yang Guangdi did not continue to approach, he turned sideways and tied the horse's reins to the tree trunk next to him. Then he quickly took off the bow plug, hung the arrow plug on his waist, and then hunched his body and sneaked towards the west, without a trace.
Ignore Yang Guangdi behind him.
Yang Guangdi was stunned and quickly followed behind.
After walking about thirty steps, I could already hear the faint sound of horse hooves and the sound of someone talking, passing through the overlapping elm trees and reaching my ears.
Qin Jiuze tilted his head and listened for a moment, then looked back at Yang Guangdi for a long time, seeming to be hesitating about something. After a while, he finally waved to Yang Guangdi to follow him.
Yang Guangdi didn't care about anything else. Knowing that Qin Jiuze was confirmed to be a slave, he quickly followed behind.
The two of them used the cover of trees to get closer to the sound.
Finally Qin Jiuze stopped, hid behind a big elm tree, and observed from the trunk. Yang Guangdi looked up and saw some larger birds, like crows, sitting on the branches above.
It was conspicuous. He carefully poked his head out from the other side, and saw the overlapping tree trunks in his field of vision.
, a figure with bright armor flashed by in front of him. Yang Guangdi made a grunt in his throat, but there was no saliva in his mouth. A horseback riding figure flashed through the gap between the tree trunks. There seemed to be three people, only one with bright armor, and the other two should be dark armor or
Cotton clothes, at least two horses with arrows stuck in them, blood on them
Spotted.
It seemed that the horses were injured. After escaping from the market, these Tatars planned to hide in the forest to avoid being overtaken after leaving the forest due to their lack of mounts. Therefore, they did not run along the forest road and entered the forest.
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"You don't want to kill people, go kill the Tatars."
Yang Guangdi was stunned for a moment, gasped for air, bit his lip and was about to stand up when Qin Jiuze said in a deep voice, "Three people, you kill the one in Bai Jia, and I'll kill the other two."
"My knife..."
Before he could finish speaking, Qin Jiuze had already taken off the arrow insert, took out three bows and arrows, and clamped them between his right fingers. "No horse is fast here. I'll chase you after I call you."
Yang Guangdi nodded, and Qin Jiuze turned around, leaning against the tree trunk and silently waiting for the sound of hoofbeats approaching. Yang Guangdi felt nervous, and he felt like moving his hands and feet. He only felt uncomfortable with his right hand holding the knife. He put his hand away, and suddenly
Hearing a crash on his waist, Yang Guangdi suddenly lowered his head and saw that the handle of the knife had hit the primer.
The copper kettle couldn't help but stay on the spot.
Following this impact, the sound of flapping wings was heard overhead, the sound of horse hooves suddenly stopped, and the forest seemed to freeze.
Qin Jiuze suddenly stepped out of the tree trunk, facing the direction where Jian Nu came from, and quickly drew the bow with his right hand, drawing it to full capacity almost instantly.
The bow string made a crisp sound, the sound of flapping wings above the head was heard intensively, and a burst of snow powder fell down one after another, flying in the quiet elm forest.
Screams rang out from the front. Qin Jiuze had already released the second arrow, and a crisp metallic sound was heard. Just as he was about to pull away the third arrow, he suddenly let go and flashed back behind the tree.
There was a whine beside the tree, a flying sword flashed by, and an incomprehensible roar came from outside, as well as the neighing of horses.
Qin Jiuze shouted suddenly, "Come on!"
The incident happened suddenly, and Yang Guangdi had no idea what was going on outside, but as soon as Qin Jiuze's cry came out, he rushed out with his head down. From the corner of his eye, he saw Qin Jiuze rushing out from the other side one step ahead. There was a small open space in the forest ahead, and a
An empty horse appeared in front of him. The bright-armored Tartar had already dismounted. He hid on the other side of the horse and took out his bow. His right hand was reaching out to pick up an arrow. Yang Guangdi rushed out, whether he wanted to shoot or not.
A way out.
He had seen the shooting skills of the Tatar white-armored soldiers in Chujiaquan. If he stopped at this distance, the white-armored soldiers would quickly shoot out their bows and arrows. He would not be able to escape anyway. Now he could only close the distance and force the Tatars to abandon their arrows.
He rushed forward desperately, with a thin layer of snow mist scattered in his swaying vision, and shadows of trees quickly sliding past both sides. From the corner of his eye, he still noticed Qin Jiuze's side. There were several elm trees separating the two.
Qin Jiuze's figure is here
Lin Mu saw that he was disappearing and reappearing, and he was indeed going to deal with the two dark-armored Tatars. Yang Guangdi could only deal with the bright-armored Tatars on his own.
In just a moment, he walked around the horse's head, and white-armored soldiers appeared in front of him, wearing metal masks like the Tatars in Chujiaquan. The scratches on them proved that this mask had been used in the battlefield for a long time.
The white-armored soldier threw away his bow without hesitation, pulled out his saber with a swish sound, and slashed diagonally towards Yang Guangdi's left side. Yang Guangdi's mind was blank, but the ranger's saber confrontation happened every day, and he was almost a conditioned reflex
Holding the handle with both hands, the blade of the blade was tilted to block. There was a crisp sound, and a strong force came, and the back of the blade pressed against his left arm.
It almost exceeded Yang Guangdi's endurance limit.
As soon as the force was over, Yang Guangdi immediately rotated the blade skillfully, sliding sideways like he had practiced countless times, and the blade turned to the right, entering the gap of the bright-armored Tatar defense.
Yang Guangdi's body rotated to the left, and at the same time he turned his wrist and waved his arm. The blade broke through the flying snow powder. With a harsh friction sound, the blade cut from Tatar's left rib to his chest, leaving an inconspicuous line on his scales.
Knife marks.
If we were dealing with unarmored bandits, we would have won in just one round, but the opponent was a heavily armored Tatar, which caused almost no damage.
The bright-armored Tatars did not retreat but advanced. They ignored Yang Guangdi's waist knife and slashed directly at the head again. Yang Guangdi slashed again and again. This time he hit the Tatar's right shoulder, but there was still no trace of it.
Effect. The Tatars seemed to have no intention of defending at all. Taking another step forward, Yang Guangdi had already retreated from the horse's head. There were still bows and arrows thrown on the ground. Yang Guangdi couldn't run away. Two slashes had no effect.
A feeling of despair came over me
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Yang Guangdi walked around the horse's head and hid on the other side of the horse. The bright-armored Tatar was wearing heavy armor and was far less nimble than Yang Guangdi, and was always separated by the horse's body.
The white-armored soldier shouted angrily and went to pick up a bow and arrow. When Yang Guangdi saw this, he stabbed the horse on the butt. The horse ran forward with a hiss and quickly disappeared among the trees. There was no barrier between the two.
The white-armored soldiers were grabbing the bow. Yang Guang had the first impulse to run away. As long as he hid in the woods, the white-armored soldiers would not be able to shoot him. However, there was still the sound of weapons clashing over Qin Jiuze's side. If he ran away,
, the white-armored soldiers went over with their bows and arrows, and Qin Jiuze was bound to die.
Yang Guangdi also shouted and mustered up the courage to rush towards the white-armored soldier again. The white-armored soldier had to abandon his bow and arrow and fight Yang Guangdi with his waist knife.
The attacks of the white-armored soldiers became more and more fierce. Yang Guangdi was afraid of bows and arrows and did not dare to stay away. He was extremely nervous and could not control the distance of the engagement. He was always under attack. Several counterattacks were still ineffective. Under the huge mental pressure, only a moment passed.
Yang Guangdi's physical strength was rapidly depleted. He was panting and his movements began to become sluggish. The white-armored soldier's physical strength was also declining, but he had the advantage of armor and was in a relatively safe position.
position, the speed of physical strength consumption was obviously lower than that of Yang Guangdi. He forced Yang Guangdi to fight, but he did not stay away from the bow and arrow.
After blocking again, Yang Guangdi took two steps back, his steps wandering and he almost fell to the ground. The white-armored soldier seized the opportunity and hurriedly took two steps, raised his saber and was about to attack him.
Yang Guangdi reluctantly raised his right hand, but knew he could no longer resist.
Suddenly, hurried footsteps approached quickly. Before the white-armored soldier could turn around, he heard a loud bang and a figure violently collided with the white-armored soldier from the side. The white-armored soldier was caught off guard and the two of them rolled to the ground.
The cotton armor on Qin Jiuze's left arm was torn, and black cotton came out of the tear. He and the white-armored soldier were rolling on the ground, and both of their waist knives fell off. The white-armored soldier grabbed a smooth knife, and Qin Jiuze grabbed it.
Extremely high.
Yang Guangdi's arms were weak and he managed to slash at Tatar's leg, but was blocked by his leg armor.
Qin Jiuze shouted, "Press him down! Don't let him get up!"
At this time, the Liangjia Tartar unexpectedly flipped over, trying to raise his knife to assassinate Qin Jiuze. Yang Guangdi screamed, rushed over and hooked the Liangjia Tartar's neck. The Liangjia Tartar also consumed a lot of his physical strength, and was immediately killed.
He was brought down. Qin Jiuze rolled up and immediately pressed on the white-armored soldier. Sensing the danger, the white-armored soldier let out a sharp howl and struggled violently. Yang Guangdi was on the left side at this time. He was exhausted, so he directly
Press the white-armored soldier's left shoulder
Qin Jiuze was holding the opponent's left hand with both hands. Qin Jiuze was leaning against Bai Jia Bing's chest. He was also panting like an ox. His right hand pressed against Bai Jia Bing's right hand holding the sword. His body suppressed Bai Jia Bing's struggle, and his left hand was withdrawn.
He picked up the dark knife, but was not busy stabbing it.
kill.
The white-armored soldier was below, struggling to exhaust his energy. After a brief struggle, his body stabilized slightly. Qin Jiuze raised his body slightly and stabbed the knife in his left hand towards the gap in the scales.
There was a harsh sound of metal friction, and a sharp and thin blade was inserted into the gap between the scales. Blood immediately spurted out from between the scales. The white-armored soldier screamed miserably and struggled violently again, but he had no physical strength.
It had long been exhausted. After being stimulated by the pain, he exerted strength briefly and then fell into weakness again. At this time, he was wearing heavy armor and was pressed by two people.
He couldn't break free at all, and couldn't even lift himself up. His painful howls echoed dullly in his mask.
Qin Jiuze pushed hard, and the blade of the knife slowly sank into the gap in the armor. Blood spread along the gap, covering the bright armor surface. The painful howl turned into an ugly cry, and the intensity of the struggle gradually increased.
It became smaller, Qin Jiuze's hand was still slowly stirring the handle of the knife, and the blood continued to surge, covering the surface of the armor and gradually flowing to the ground. Waves of hot air rose up, but only the cold...
The cold metal mask still has the same expression.
Yang Guangdi panted violently, still holding the left hand of the white-armored soldier tightly with both hands, feeling the regular shaking of the white-armored soldier under him, and scattered snow powder flew by in the vague heat in front of his eyes.
I don't know how long it took, but there was no movement underneath him. Yang Guangdi's breath also calmed down a little, and he finally let go of Bai Jiabing's left hand. Qin Jiuze beside him slowly sat up, adjusted his breath for a moment and said, "Xiaowa saw
No, no matter how many layers of armor he has, no matter how majestic the armor is, as long as he falls on the ground, he is easier to kill than a pig."