Seeing Chu Qing and Fu San taking the lead, Wu Yong showed a ferocious look on his ugly face and roared: "If you don't drink a toast, you will have to drink a fine wine. Kill his guard. Don't hurt anyone named Chu!"
The four assassins in guard uniforms were still retreating. Upon hearing this, they drew their swords and rushed forward.
After all, Chu Qing had wandered around the grasslands, killed people, and experienced battle formations. Although he had never learned any martial arts or military skills, he could still chop a blind chicken.
Perhaps because he has experienced too much, or perhaps because he knows that the more afraid he is, the more likely he is to die. Facing the assassin, Chu Qing didn't have too much trouble in his heart. He just raised his knife and slashed with astonishing momentum.
This knife split Huashan with great force, and struck an assassin on the forehead.
This assassin was obviously a master. He struck first and struck first. He had just drawn out the long sword, but he was extremely fast. He raised the sword with one hand to block, and the sound of metal and iron was heard. Chu Qing's mouth was slightly numb, and he didn't wait to take action again.
The back of another guard's sword hit Chu Qing's waist at an extremely fast speed.
Chu Qing couldn't dodge and was hit hard. He grunted and backed away, shouting: "If you scold someone, don't scold your mother. If you chop someone, don't cut the waist. Don't bully someone too much!"
With a roar, Chu Qing swung his sword again, but the two guards only blocked it and did not make a fatal move.
Compared with these three people, Fu San's side is the real fight.
Fighting has long been integrated into the blood of the third brother. He holds a thousand opportunities in his hand, like a poisonous snake coming out of its hole. The blade flashes with a blinding cold light, and it does not leave the assassin's throat. Two places on the chest, two of them are against him.
Assassins are all masters of using knives, but the posture of using the knife is extremely weird, with some superfluous movements, that is, after each chop, they will make a movement to retract the knife. This is the first time for Fu San to use a knife in this way.
You see, it is not the sword technique used in the military, but it is also the technique of opening and closing the sword used in the battle formation.
The so-called closing force is extremely redundant in the eyes of veteran soldiers like Fu San. Normally, he would strike out on the battlefield with a knife from top to bottom. If he didn't hit anyone, he would immediately twist his wrist and "tick" from below.
"Go up and slash left and right. There is no mention of slashing with the sword and then bringing it back along the path of the sword. How it was slashed out and how it was brought back.
In fact, it's not that the movements are redundant, it's just a habit of using a knife. There is no strong or weak distinction. Depending on the person, if you are strong and fast, you can stab someone to death with a leather spatula or a stove hook.
One inch is long and one is strong, one inch is short and one is dangerous.
This is a truth that every army in the battle formation knows. Let’s not talk about random battles. Let’s talk about two people fighting one on one. One wields a sword and the other wields a spear. If the one with the sword wants to kill the one with the spear, he must enter the killing range of the spear.
Inside, and in the process of "entering", those who use short weapons may be stabbed to death by long spears at any time. This is why the marksmanship in the battle formation refers to retreating, thrust out with one spear, retreat a little, and continue thrusting out.
, of course there are also sweeping ones, but if you sweep them with sweeping sweeps, you cannot kill them, only with stabbings can you kill them.
To put it more simply, if one is holding a spear and the other is holding chopsticks, then the one holding the chopsticks will definitely suffer, unless he sticks close to him and hits his eyes with the chopsticks.
This is what it means to be one inch longer and one inch stronger.
As for an inch shorter than an inch dangerous, the principle is the same. Short weapons are full of lethality. There is a saying in the world, don't be afraid of being short and thick, be afraid of being slender. It will be quite uncomfortable to poke it. This is the truth.
A stab with a spear or a blow with a machete may not be able to kill the opponent. This is why many people in the movie were chopped to the point where their mother didn't even recognize them. In the end, they put on two band-aids and continued to run around, but if they were stabbed with a dagger by someone,
In a few moments, without thinking, this person's role has been completed and he can lip-sync.
Moreover, the short-hand soldier can change his moves very quickly and is more flexible in execution. He can adjust the direction of attack at any time. You think he is rushing to stab you in the forehead, but in fact, he is going to stab you in the eye. Just when you close your eyes, eh,
They actually want to punch your tonsils, and when you hold your chin in your mouth, oh, they have changed again, and slap you in the ribs. If you use a long gun, and two people are close, when you put the gun away, it may be on your forehead or eyeballs.
My chest, tonsils, and ribs have all been treated with various surgeries.
Fu San had always been like this when dealing with the enemy, charging forward, charging forward, and charging forward again, fighting for his life close to his body. In addition, the two assassins had the habit of sheathing their swords, so he was constantly forced to retreat by the third brother. However, Fu San was also in danger several times.
As for Chu Qing's side, it was just the opposite. He was constantly being forced back. Every time he slashed with the knife, he was always blocked. Then he was hit on his waist or the outside of his thigh. He was shivering in pain and wanted to curse.
He could tell that these two assassins didn't want to kill him. The problem was that if they didn't want to kill him, they wouldn't kill him. Why were they always trying so hard on my waist? Could it be that they were assassins sent by Tao Ruolin?
Fu San had already forced the two assassins into a corner. He glanced around and saw that Chu Qing had disappeared from sight. He quickly retreated and stood side by side with Chu Qing again. The four assassins cooperated very well and surrounded the two of them.
Already.
The ugly ghost Wu Yong standing on the steps narrowed his eyes and shouted: "Commander Chu, put down your weapon, don't force Wu to kill!"
Chu Qing snorted coldly: "You talk very interestingly, where are you from?"
"After the incident is completed, Wu's identity will inevitably be revealed. It is better to put down the weapon and stop struggling in vain."
"You think I'm stupid. You lured the prince here and then killed him. You just wanted to put the blame on me. You belong to Chang Chengke!"
Wu Yong shook his arm, and a soft sword slipped out of his sleeve. He smiled ferociously, neither admitting nor denying.
Chu Qing's mouth was secretly bitter. He always felt that these six assassins were not the only ones. The prince left the palace and was followed by so many people. Moreover, this was in the middle of the capital, in Tai'anfang, and there were soldiers patrolling the streets every half an hour.
It is easy to kill the prince, but it is difficult to escape. Either he is a dead soldier, or there are more assassins. After killing the prince, he has to kill the accompanying guards.
It is worth mentioning that when Chu Qing entered Tai'anfang just now, a group of soldiers passed by. This means that the time was calculated well by the opponent.
Seeing that the assassin was about to come forward again, Chu Qing suddenly shouted: "Wait a minute."
"Has Commander Chu changed his mind?"
Chu Qing took a deep breath, and then shouted at the top of his lungs: "Someone is coming, someone is killing someone, oh my god, someone is killing someone, someone is killing someone, there are assassins in Chu Mansion, please come quickly."
The four assassins looked at each other, and Wu Yong was dumbfounded. He looked at Chu Qing who was shouting with a dull look on his face. Chu Qing shouted for a long time, and then asked with a strange expression: "Do you know that the two people on the left and right of your Chu Mansion?"
Side, who lives there?"
"Who?"
"On the left, former Honglu Temple Shaoqing Zhou?"
Chu Qing was confused: "What do you mean?"
"Your Qianqi camp ransacked my house and left the Zhou Mansion empty."
"Oh." Chu Qing continued to shout at the top of his lungs: "Someone is coming, someone is killing someone, oh my god, someone is killing someone, someone is coming quickly."
"Commander Chu, Wu hasn't finished speaking yet. Do you know who lives on the right side of your Chu Mansion?"
Chu Qing swallowed and moistened his throat: "Who?"
"Former Taichang Temple regular attendant, Wang Xiangzhong."
Chu Qing's old face turned red: "Am I also being copied?"
Wu Yong nodded seriously: "No one is there."
"What about the left side of the left?"
"Former Right Minister of the Ministry of Industry, Hiroshi Shang."
Chu Qing smiled awkwardly: "I remember this, the first one killed was the Han family."
Fu San sighed: "On the right, on the right, is the Prime Minister of the Imperial Academy."
Chu Qing refused to give up: "There must be someone on the left, left, left, right?"
Fu San thought for a while: "Qu Mingtong, Minister of Rites."
"What about the right side of the right side?"
"This little one has no impression."
Wu Yong's expression was still strange: "It turned out to be Guo Haiyun, a doctor in the Ministry of Punishment."
Chu Qing was surprised: "I don't remember being a doctor in the Ministry of Justice."
"Guo Haiyun thought it was unlucky to live next to Chu Mansion, so he moved away years ago."
"We're several hundred meters apart. Does he think my family is unlucky?"
Wu Yong didn't say anything. He was just describing the facts.
Chu Qing no longer knew what to say. No wonder when he came to Tai'anfang just now, the surroundings were dark, and there were no neighbors in his relationship, so it was a waste of time.
Taking a deep breath, Chu Qing was about to continue calling, but Wu Yong was a little helpless: "General Chu, with your reputation, even if someone comes out of the mansion and hears it, it will be useless even if you break the throat."
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Chu Qing fell silent. These words left him no room to refute.