Chapter Thirty: The Hard Battle in the Other Court
Another soldier jumped down facing the wall. Almost instantly, a huge iron shield came towards him and hit the soldier's face hard. Then the prodigal Yan Qing's sharp knife had pierced the soldier's neck.
, when the sharp knife was pulled out, there was blood spurting out.[.
The soldier fell down, and the last thing he saw was the thin little Tianqing exposed behind the iron shield, which made him very unwilling.
This was Xiao Tianqing's first time in actual combat. This action was almost subconscious. It wasn't until the moment the soldier fell to the ground that he dared to peek out from behind the iron shield and ask, "Is this...really what I did?"
"First time? Good job." Yan Qing, the prodigal son, carefully shook off the blood on the sharp knife to avoid affecting its sharpness. He looked up and said, "The second wave will come soon, focus on it!"
Xiao Tianqing looked up, and sure enough, two or three more heads popped out from the wall. She must have seen the two dead soldiers who jumped down just now, and shouted: "There are people below! Build a few more ladders!"
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Tang Long, the golden leopard, changed his mind when he heard this. Although the huge courtyard wall was their line of defense, if seven or eight enemies jumped down, the three of them would not be able to deal with it.
But at the next glance, Tang Long saw Yan Qing's firm eyes and Xiao Tianqing who was preparing carefully, which made Qian Baozi's heart heat up: "At worst, I'll repay Brother Ximen's kindness. I've just knocked one to death, and I'm already back."
Yes, if I knock two more to death, grandpa, I won’t lose money!”
Thinking of this, Tang Long shouted loudly, put down the iron melon hammer, and took off his shirt, revealing his dark skin and bulging muscles: "Hey! The one who dares to come down and take grandpa's iron melon hammer away! Come on!
I'll knock one grandpa to death, and I'll knock two of them to death! Come on, come on!"
These few words and the tragic death of the soldiers just now frightened the soldiers who were exposed at the top of the wall. They were so frightened that they almost fell off the ladder.
"Trash! They're all trash!" Zeng Sheng cursed and grabbed a steel knife: "Get off here! Look how I got on!"
At this moment, a soldier stumbled over from the front yard. Someone slashed his shoulder with a knife. He shouted as he ran: "Fifth Young Master! It's not good!"
Zeng Sheng frowned and shouted: "Why are you so panicked? Where did your injury come from?"
"A group of men and horses fell from the sky and were killed from outside. They were all fierce!" The soldier's tongue was a little tangled in panic: "The leader is so powerful, I don't know how many brothers he has chopped down!"
"Trash!" Zeng Sheng scolded: "How many people are coming? Where are the soldiers in the yard in front? Why don't you resist?"
The soldier was shouted at by Zeng Sheng. In a panic, he bit his tongue, causing tears of pain to flow down his face: "Si... Doushi!"
"What Doushi, ask the soldiers in front of you!"
"Dousi is wide. The whole text..."
"Trash!" Zeng Sheng raised his hand and slapped him in the face unceremoniously: "Useless trash! Why do you have such a big tongue at the critical moment!"
A soldier next to him said hesitantly: "Fifth Young Master, maybe you mean... everyone is dead?"
Zeng Sheng took a breath, and there was another severe pain in his eyes, and he almost fainted: "All of them are dead? How many people came?"
"Fifth Young Master, why don't we rush out and meet up with Fourth Young Master and the others." The soldier next to him gave an idea: "The more soldiers we have, the greater the chance of victory."
"Okay!" Zeng Sheng felt that it made more sense. No matter how much wealth or women there were in the yard, his own life was still important: "Gather! Form an array! Follow me and fight out!"
"The enemy is about to withdraw! Save us!"
"The situation is unclear, don't be impulsive!" The prodigal Yan Qing shouted in a low voice: "Even if we get in, it will take some time. When the enemy is gone, I will climb up the wall and have a look!"
Tang Long, the golden leopard, nodded and agreed with Yan Qing's statement. It is more important to stay here honestly than to relax his vigilance or climb over the wall to kill the enemy.
"Leave it to the master and the others outside, but leave it to us here! Guard it to the death!"
When Ximen Qing and Wu Song heard the news from Shi Qian that soldiers from Zengtou City were attacking the courtyard gate, they became anxious and did not bother to advance step by step. They immediately decided that Wu Song would take the lead, Ximen Qing in the middle, with soldiers guarding on both sides, and Gu Shang behind him.
When the fleas moved to the back of the palace, seven or eight people formed an awl and pushed forward quickly! The others were responsible for covering up the enemy behind!
At this time, Wu Song had to use all his strength, found two steel knives, danced them, and rushed forward. This sword technique was used, and it was indeed deadly. Zengtou City soldiers were somewhat unable to cope with it, and were beaten
Wu Song rushed forward and immediately collapsed.
"If Wu Song had a pair of swords that fit together, the power would be several times greater!" Ximen Qing saw Wu Song's incomparable charge and was determined to find a way to get a pair of swords for Wu Song.
After passing through a courtyard gate, this group of seven or eight people collided with dozens of people led by Zeng Sheng. Zeng Sheng saw Wu Song's superb swordsmanship, and felt a little timid, so he fought back twice.
As soon as he retreated, he ordered the soldiers to step forward to resist!
"This guy has a hidden weapon!" Ximen Qing's sharp eyes saw the flying knife on Zeng Sheng's belt, and he broke out in a sweat: "This is Zeng Sheng, one of the five tigers of the Zeng family. He is good at using flying knives. Second brother, be careful!
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Zeng Sheng stepped back and put his hands on the belt around his waist. Zeng Sheng used the two flying knives extremely skillfully, hitting people and objects within twenty steps without fail. Amidst Ximen Qing's anxious shouts, a cold light flashed
It has been sent out from Zeng Sheng's hand, and the target is Wu Song's head!
Seeing all this happening, but unable to stop it, Ximen Qing had no choice but to push Wu Song's body crookedly!
Zeng Sheng took action with the flying knife, and then realized that his shot was crooked. Because he was missing the vision of one eye, he could not fully estimate Wu Song's position. In addition, Ximen Qing pushed, and the flying knife flew above Wu Song's head.
He walked over and only rubbed off a few hairs.
Wu Song also broke into a cold sweat and hurriedly moved his swords even faster to protect his head and face so that Zeng Sheng could not strike.
Seeing that the first flying knife failed, Zeng Sheng was about to touch the second flying knife. Suddenly, he was hit by something on the back of his head. Suddenly his vision went dark and he fell to the ground.
Ximen Qing looked over and saw that on the courtyard wall not far away, the prodigal Yan Qing had put away his crossbow and was behind him. He pulled out a sharp knife and jumped down to fight.
It was the prodigal Yan Qing's arrow that killed Zeng Sheng!
As soon as Zeng Sheng died, the soldiers in Zengtou City suddenly became disinclined to fight, and all of them turned into birds and animals and scattered. Wu Song was able to take a breath and order the soldiers to chase and kill him.
The prodigal Yan Qing quickly moved closer to Ximen Qing and others. Ximen Qing asked: "Brother Yi, how is the situation in the yard? Has the enemy attacked?"
Yan Qing looked ashamed and knelt down before saying anything. Ximen Qing and Wu Song were startled, and they only thought that the enemy had entered the yard. They hurriedly asked carefully, and then they found out that the prodigal Yan Qing was because of the first attack.
An arrow never killed Zeng Sheng, which led the enemy to attack the courtyard, and he blamed himself endlessly.
Knowing that the courtyard had not been invaded, Ximen Qing felt relieved, helped Yan Qing up and said, "Who can guarantee that every shot will hit the mark? Zeng Sheng is a living person, not a dead target. Brother Yi, don't blame yourself too much."
Shi Qian stepped forward to see Zeng Sheng's dead state. Sure enough, the arrow from the front hit his eye, but failed. The arrow from the back of the head penetrated deep into the skull, and Zeng Sheng was shot to death.
Yan Qing said in shame, "My master doesn't know that Xiao Yi usually shoots three arrows with perfect accuracy. He thinks that his archery skills are not as good as Yang Youji's. Unexpectedly, he still misses the mark at the critical moment. Xiao Yi will never show off again."
Seeing that Yan Qing was a little disappointed with his archery skills, Ximen Qing consoled him: "If one arrow misses, there will be a second one. Do you think Zeng Sheng died under your arrow?"
Yan Qing shook his head slightly and remained silent. Wu Song also gave a few words of advice, and that was all.
Seeing that the Zengtou City soldiers had almost completely escaped, Ximen Qing breathed a sigh of relief and was about to ask Shi Qian and Yan Qing to climb over the wall and open the courtyard door from the inside. When a soldier ran over panting.
After a salute, Ximen Qing recognized the captain of another team just now, nicknamed Zhang Dazui.
"How's it going over there?" Ximen Qing asked.
He opened his mouth and wiped his sweat and said: "Basically all the soldiers in the Main Hall have been killed, but the remaining Zengtou City soldiers are all in the back hall yard. They are in groups and it is difficult to attack. Liu Tuozi asked the villain to come over and report
One sound."
"A group of people?" Ximen Qing thought for a moment and said, "Approximately how many people are there? What do you think they are doing?"
Opening his mouth, he replied: "There are about two hundred people. I sent my brothers to lie down and listen to the noise. I heard that they are waiting for some fourth young master to give them money."
"Fourth Young Master? That's Zeng Kui!" Ximen Qing raised his eyebrows: "You go back and tell Liu Tuozi first, we will go there after we have gathered all the people here!"
Liu Renzhong hid at the back door of the Main Hall, looking seriously at the Zengtou City soldiers in the back hall courtyard. The brothers behind him all lowered their bodies and did not dare to raise their voices.
Due to his proper strategy, Liu Renzhong advanced step by step with about thirty people. After killing all the enemies in the Main Hall, two brothers were slightly injured, which did not affect the battle. What made Liu Renzhong happy was that,
Most of the brothers took the opportunity to switch from whistle sticks to steel knives.
But when he saw the situation in the yard behind him, Liu Renzhong felt like a tiger biting a tortoise and couldn't bite it. The reason was that there were too many people, and they all gathered together to rest. He sent a brother with sharp ears to listen.
It seems like they are waiting to get paid.
He Laosan and the other two team captains tried to rush in and kill them again and again, but Liu Renzhong calmly refused.
The reason is simple: there are too few people.
If it was one to two, or even one to three, Liu Renzhong would dare to order a charge to kill, but now the ratio is almost one to seven, Liu Renzhong doesn't think he can definitely win, especially since Ximen Qing repeatedly warned the casualties.
Question. In Ximen Qing’s eyes, a miserable victory is not considered a victory!
Thinking of this, Liu Renzhong felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart. This Ximen Qing was not an ordinary person. Unlike other leaders on Liangshan Mountain, he cherished the life of every brother!
Therefore, Liu Renzhong sent Zhang Dazui to report the current situation to Ximen Qing.