Even though the hot blood splashed all over his face, Zhang Mu, who was not very courageous, didn't even frown.
The guard who was assassinated by him from behind turned around desperately to see who his murderer was, with an expression of disbelief and pleading on his face.
"Protect the little Heavenly Master!" Zhang Mu kicked the opponent without hesitation, took advantage of the situation, drew out his sword, roared and charged towards the next opponent, with the force of a mad tiger.
His behavior was not an exception. Several personal guards who went to arrest people were besieged almost at the same time. Some people were stabbed by more than one weapon. When the assassin pulled out the weapon, blood spurted out like a
Blood gourd is average.
The incident happened in such a hurry that Sima Ju did not react at all. The opponent he had been wary of was Zhang Rao. If the opponent showed any signs of turning against him, he would not hesitate to order a counterattack.
In the chaotic Qingzhou, similar incidents were commonplace. If Zhang Rao had not shown too many tricks this time and everyone could not figure out his details, someone would have taken action long ago.
Now, Zhang Rao has exhausted all his cards and is at the end of his rope. If not for the threat of the Taishan Army, how could Sima Ju reason with his opponent? In troubled times, words with big fists count!
However, the people who attacked his personal guards were not Zhang Rao's men, or not all of them, but the defeated troops that he worked hard to gather together!
"What are you doing? Are you crazy?" Sima Ju asked loudly, shouting at the top of his lungs, his voice full of fear and doubt. In fact, he already knew the answer in his heart, but he just didn't want to believe it.
Most of those who took action were new soldiers. These people either volunteered or were coerced in and quickly changed their minds. They were physically strong and had high morale. Although their martial arts skills were poor, they were still brought to Fenghuang as the main force by Zhang Rao.
Under the high city.
These people are originally here for the Little Heavenly Master!
"Protect the little Heavenly Master!"
More people joined in and killed all the escorts surrounding Zhang Ning. Everyone armed with swords and guns formed a thick human wall in front of Zhang Ning, completely cutting off Zhang Rao and Sima Juwang.
Looking towards Zhang Ning, at the same time, hundreds of murderous gazes were focused on the two leaders like sharp knives.
Sima Ju thought he understood, but in fact he did not fully understand.
Compared with those mysterious and profound spells, for recruits who have just put down their hoes, Zhang Ning's kindness in saving lives and healing the wounded is the most touching thing.
No matter whether they are sick or injured, in the hands of Little Heavenly Master, the dying person can always survive the crisis safely, and the pain will always be far away.
Long before Zhang Rao officially raised his troops, the deeds of the Little Heavenly Master had been widely circulated, especially the several plagues in recent years.
War and epidemics go hand in hand. If corpses abandoned in the wilderness are not properly handled, epidemics will almost certainly occur. If the government fails to act, the governor Jiao He will only pray to gods all day long. If the Little Heavenly Master hadn't taken action, Qingzhou might have
How many people will die?
The ingenious calculations and spells that create something out of nothing are very attractive to the bandits in Qingzhou. For ordinary people, the kindness of saving lives and healing the wounded is what makes them most grateful and hopeful.
At this moment, the conflict is between value orientations.
When Sima Ju and others discovered that Wang Yu's spells were superior, they didn't pay much attention to Zhang Ning. He was just a puppet and a sign, so why couldn't he play with it?
Zhang Rao had already been taught by Xu You, and his understanding was deeper and more thorough than that of Sima Ju.
The ideas of the new recruits are much simpler. The leaders do not regard them as human beings. The little heavenly master is really thinking about everyone. Where to go, do you need to say?
Zhang Rao walked over, took a look at the new recruits who were facing each other with knives and full of fighting spirit, and then looked at the Chinese character banner in the distance. He said meaningfully: "At most, there will be a few sticks of incense... Brother Sima
,how do you say?"
"Kill!" Sima Ju's eyes flashed fiercely, and he breathed out cold air from his teeth: "Let's do it together. It won't take long to kill them all. After we are out of danger, we can be equals, how about it?"
"Okay! Brother Sima is really happy!" Zhang Rao couldn't push any further. With Zhang Ning in hand, although he was defeated miserably today, he would still have a chance to make a comeback in the future. Without Zhang Ning, even if he escaped safely, he could only do
He was a bandit, the kind who died silently.
At this moment, those who are still with the two of them are their confidants. Their equipment is better than that of the defeated soldiers, and their numbers are also larger. After hearing the command from the master, the thieves also unsheathed their swords and guns and cocked their crossbows.
They surrounded them with murderous intent.
"Brothers, don't be confused. Put down your weapons and you still have a chance to survive!" The situation is obvious. Hundreds of defeated soldiers have been disorganized. Even if they transform into yellow scarf warriors, they cannot withstand the siege of the traitors.
"The Taishan Army will arrive soon. Protect the little Celestial Master and hold on until the Taishan Army kills them. We will succeed!" The soldiers who were defeated were not entirely impulsive. There were also a few clear-headed people among them, such as Bai Cai who shouted.
"You are seeking death on your own, don't blame me for being cruel! Archers come forward!" Sima Ju smiled ferociously and waved his hand. He pressed the hundreds of archers at the bottom of the box and stepped forward. The cold arrows were aimed at the former
companion.
If there is a melee, it is not difficult for hundreds of people to hold on until Taishan's army arrives, but the enemy has long-range troops, and if you stand and get beaten, you will die in vain.
"You can't just stand there and wait for death, rush forward and fight with them!" Bo Cai roared angrily, raising the sword in his hand. Zhang Mu on one side showed an apologetic look in his eyes. He knew that if it weren't for taking care of him, Brother Bo would
It may not rush up.
When the conflict was about to break out, Zhang Ning Gujing Wubo's voice sounded again. This time, there was a hint of anxiety in her tone: "Don't do anything, Brother Sima, I can go with you, don't make unnecessary sacrifices."
The first sentence she said was to Sima Ju and the other two, but the latter sentence was to Baicai and other protectors.
Zhang Rao was overjoyed and took advantage of the situation and said: "That's right. We are all brothers in the religion. If there is anything we can't say carefully, why would we have to use swords and guns? Our enemy is the Taishan Army and the imperial court!"
"Little Heavenly Master, you can't go. These two thieves are so cruel that they will kill you sooner or later!" Zhang Rao's words were very confusing, but the protectors did not waver.
"My mother contracted the epidemic. If she hadn't been a little heavenly master, she would have been a long time ago... My mother said that if you receive kindness from others, you must repay it. I am not afraid of death and will fight with the thieves!"
"Me too..."
"Yes, fight them!"
The crowd shouted and refused to give way, blocking Zhang Ning from behind. Sima Ju and Zhang Rao exchanged glances, and both saw affirmation and murderous intent in the other's eyes.
He nodded, and the commander of the personal guards who had been waiting for his order understood and raised his voice to issue the order.
"Open the bow..."
"Creak..." The sound of strings rang out, and the battlefield suddenly became quiet, and time seemed to have stopped.
Zhang Rao, the ferocious smile on Sima Ju’s face;
The faces of the recruits were either sad and angry, or frightened and angry, but their eyes were full of a look of death;
The guards raised their swords and guns numbly. Years of plundering had long erased the right and wrong in their minds. As long as it was beneficial to them, there was nothing they could not do.
Zhang Ning seems to be still shouting something, and his tone has completely lost its previous calmness, but no one can hear it anymore. The sharp arrow that will leave the string at any time is the focus of everyone's attention! No one can change it, except...
…
Just at the critical moment, a huge whistling sound suddenly came from the air! It was a scream that tore through the air. The sound was shrill and fast, as if a huge eagle spread its wings and swooped down from the sky.
!
The sudden scream attracted everyone's attention. When they looked up, they found that something was indeed approaching at high speed in the sky. It was not an eagle, but a person!
A man who flies in the air with something like a big kite and then swoops down!
"It's from Taishan!"
"Shoot the arrow, shoot the arrow!"
Sima Ju's reaction was not unpleasant. When everyone else was shocked and speechless, he made the most correct judgment.
But by this time, it was already too late.
The archer subconsciously raised his bow, loosened the string, and released a jagged rain of arrows.
However, the target they were pointing at had disappeared. The people on the kite separated from the kite and glided towards the crowd like flying squirrels. At the same time, amidst the loud noise, the fire on the big kite flashed in the blink of an eye.
Suddenly, it burst into flames and turned into a huge fireball.
The truth about Sky Fire was clearly revealed in front of everyone, but no one was happy about it.
The thieves who realized something was wrong all let out pitiful howls. Although the glider turned into a fireball, its momentum did not change. The target it pointed at was exactly where the thieves gathered most densely!
Realizing that a catastrophe was imminent, the thieves no longer cared about attacking the enemy. They ran frantically to the outside. However, the dense formation in an attacking posture blocked them, and they could only watch as the fireball hit their heads.
The rebel soldiers who were relatively outside were also in a mess. Even though they knew that the opponent was not using magic, dealing with a surprise attack from the air was an experience they had never had before.
Most people were hiding, and the few who stayed awake shouted loudly to remind their companions that the threat from the air was not just the fireball, but the person controlling the fireball was the real threat!
The facts proved everything. With a few slender, cold, and almost undetectable arcs of light flashing, several thieves facing each other with weapons fell slumped, and the 'flying man' crashed into the crowd with huge momentum, head on.
He kicked the two thieves into the air and knocked them over.
Almost at the same time, a huge fireball also crashed into the crowd, causing howls of ghosts and wolves.
All of this happened in a blink of an eye. The sound of Sima Ju shouting and shooting arrows was still lingering in the air, and the situation on the battlefield was completely chaotic.
The thieves were in chaos, but the trapeze artist was not idle.
At some point, a dagger appeared in his hand. Under the swagger of the fire, it looked like stars twinkling as he swung it. It looked pleasant to the eye, but it contained fierce murderous intent.
I saw this man taking advantage of the fact that the bandits hadn't recovered their senses, like a tiger rushing into a flock of sheep, and went to kill Zhang Rao and Sima Ju. He didn't have a single general under his command, so he was unstoppable.
Sima Ju was so frightened that he was chilling. He pointed at the enemy and yelled: "Don't mess around. He has only one person. Surround him and kill him!" He shouted at the top of his lungs, as if he couldn't vent the fear in his heart otherwise.
.
"Who is coming?"
Zhang Rao was more savvy than Sima Ju. He was highly skilled in martial arts and daring. He had thousands of people on his side, but the other party just broke in. He had an ominous premonition that although there were many powerful generals in the Taishan Army,
, but with such courage and martial arts...
"A certain person is Wang Pengju of Mount Tai, why don't the thieves come down quickly?" The person came with a long laugh, which was heard in all directions. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to register as a member of Piaotian Literature to recommend this work. Your support