Nowadays, most of the teachers in the army teach Sanda, which is a combination of Chinese martial arts, Muay Thai, Taekwondo and other martial arts techniques. The whole body is used as an attack weapon, and no single move is adhered to.
Seeing Zhu Kui kicking again, he couldn't get away with it. With a kick of his front foot, Guan Hai quickly flipped backwards more than two meters away, turned around and attacked. He punched out with a quick step, grabbed the center line, and hit Zhu Kui hard in the chest.
But Zhu Kui's reaction was not slow either. He stepped forward with his legs in a coherent and powerful manner, and his body moved back one meter in an instant, just in time to avoid Guan Hai's fierce punch.
At the same time, he used the strength of his retreat to lift up his legs. His strong legs brought the sound of wind and went straight to Guan Hai's chest.
"The young man's leg attack is so powerful" Guan Hai was horrified.
The idea of southern boxing and northern kicking was obviously wrong during the Eastern Han Dynasty. At that time, bare-handed fighting was more common in both the north and the south, and there were few kicking and kicking techniques.
Guan Hai's outstretched arm knocked down like a hammer hitting a wooden board, and hit Zhu Kui's foot just in time.
There was a powerful sound, and the two of them moved apart. One person was twirling lightly on his toes, and the other was stroking his hands behind his back.
"Young man, you are very good. I will stop here today with my fists and kicks. I will challenge you to test weapons tomorrow." Guan Hai said, rubbing his hands behind his back, and then left with his soldiers.
"There is no need for tomorrow, we may meet with swords tonight." Zhu Kui replied in his heart.
"Brother, how are you? This Guan Hai is really powerful. He can actually block brother's kick." Zhou Tai asked with concern.
"It's okay, Guan Hai's martial arts skills are only one step behind yours. You can't win by just jumping your legs without grappling." Zhu Kui patted his shoulder and said with a smile: "Actually, Guan Hai is more than ten years older than us. In a few years, he will win."
With our experience and strength fully matured, he will definitely not be our opponent."
On the night of June 6th, the sky was filled with layers of clouds, and the crescent moon appeared and disappeared.
In the Central Plains in early summer, the night was hot. In the camp, many soldiers opened their shirts and slept soundly.
There are three granaries, the two in the southeast and north are smaller. The one in the southwest is the largest and the most tightly guarded. The guarding general is called Wang Yi, who is a good drinker.
So Liao Hua brought two jars of wine to Wang Yi's tent. On a hot summer night, he had already been hungry and thirsty. When he saw the two jars of wine, his eyes shone and he enthusiastically took Liao Hua into the tent.
"Come on, Brother Wang, let me toast you. Let's have a good drink tonight." Liao Hua laughed while holding the wine bottle.
"诱辘" Wang Yi finished it in one go: "Yeah, I thought I had to go through many lives and deaths before I could reach the position of a thousand generals. The war will start again tomorrow. I don't know how many times I will be lucky."
Wang Yi is addicted to alcohol, but he can control it very quickly and generally does not drink randomly. However, if he drinks, it is easy to drink endlessly. Until he is drunk, he still laments and talks nonsense in the middle, talking about his life insights.
Little did he know that tonight, Liao Hua only tasted every bowl and never drank it all. He took the opportunity to pour wine for him many times during the course. Until he was drunk, Liao Hua was still sober as usual.
"Brother Wang..." Liao Hua shook a few times.
"Well, come again, come again." Wang Yi had long been unconscious and murmured a few times in his sleep as a response.
Liao Hua sneered and touched his waist and chest. Soon he took out a wooden sign from his chest. This sign was used to pass the granary. The southwest granary stores two-thirds of the army's grain and grass.
Get into it.
Taking the belt tag with him, he walked out of the tent and came to the entrance of the granary.
"Master Qianjiang is drunk and has rested. Please let me inspect the granary on your behalf."
The guard recognized Liao Hua, and without doubting his presence, he took the badge with a smile. Without taking precautions, a white light flashed across his face, and the smile on his face instantly froze.
Then a group of soldiers jumped out of the darkness, rushed forward, and quickly killed everyone.
"Pour oil on the fire, quickly."
In the granary, Liao Hua looked around solemnly and found that everything was normal. He waved his hand behind him, and then more than a hundred soldiers poured in...
The soldiers were carrying marching backpacks soaked with kerosene in advance, and then they quickly took off the fire sticks from their waists, lit them, and threw them on the grain pile. However, there was really a lot of grain and grass. In order to ensure that it was burned out, they set fires in multiple places.
, so the speed was much slower, and it took nearly five minutes. Zhu Kui once calculated that it must be completed within 180 breaths in order to escape before a large number of ant thieves, otherwise the person who set the fire would be surrounded and killed by the ant thieves who reacted.
Inside.
So he told Liao Hua again and again to be faster.
Grain stacks were ignited one after another, and the entire granary area turned into a sea of flames, making crackling and exploding sounds.
"Sir! All the grain stacks have been set on fire. What should we do next?" A soldier came to report.
"Let's go, take advantage of the chaos outside, break out to the north, and turn back to the lord."
So far, the entire plan has gone smoothly, but if it is to be completely successful, five hundred of them will need to escape successfully one by one.
The fire shot into the sky and soon alerted the ant thieves around the granary. Two by two, they were trying to spread the word.
But when the commanders and lieutenants from all sides discovered something unusual and mobilized a large number of soldiers to put out the fire, two-thirds of the food and grass had already burned, and it was obviously impossible to extinguish it.
As soon as Liao Hua and others left the granary, they encountered an ant thief who came to put out the fire. Thanks to his quick wit, he blurted out: "We have just arrived. The fire is very big inside. Go find water to put out the fire." After that, he hurriedly brought the fire out.
People ran by, as if they were really looking for water.
At this moment, the situation at the entrance of the granary was chaotic. The ant thief who was the first to arrive looked at the flames soaring into the sky. He didn't think about it carefully, but he let it go.
Fortunately, there will soon be more and more ant thieves coming, and by then it will be difficult to lie.
In the tent, Bo Cai was lying on his back on the couch. A female slave stiffened her body, holding a cup of wine in her hand, and fed him a drink. Unfortunately, he did not have the chance to drink the cup, and there was a commotion outside the tent.
"Commander, it's not good, our army's granary is on fire, the fire is fierce." A guard opened the curtain in a panic and rushed in.
"What." Bocai kicked the slave girl away, stood up and shouted, "Is that granary on fire?"
The guard replied in a trembling voice: "Commander, it's the southwest granary. The largest one is on fire."
"Is it Huangfu Song or Zhu Jun who came to steal the camp?"
"I don't know. When the soldiers arrived, no one was found."
"Damn Wang Yi, I'm going to kill him." Bo Cai beat his chest and said, thinking it was Wang Yi's fault: "Prepare your horse and go over and take a look."
As soon as Bocai stepped out of the camp, another soldier came to report in a panic: "Commander, it's not good, the granaries in the southeast and north are on fire. The brothers can't put it out. The captain ordered me to invite you."
The commander-in-chief decides.”
"Ah." With a sound, Bo Cai's blood surged, his face turned red and bleeding, and then he turned pale as paper. His body staggered and was about to fall down, but he was held up by his own soldiers.
The food and fodder of 200,000 troops were reduced to ashes. Even the best commander would not be able to bear it, let alone an ordinary general like Bocai.
A young man who looked like a soldier led a war horse and came to Bocai's side. His eyes were full of murderous intent. Unfortunately, Bocai didn't pay attention until he regained his breath, and the guards and others didn't notice anything wrong.
When Bo Cai pulled the reins and was about to get on the horse, a dagger slipped out of the young man's sleeve and quickly pierced his lower back, but he let out a scream of "ah".
This sneak attack didn't kill him immediately. Bo Cai held back the pain and tried to struggle. The boy put his hands on his shoulders, and his right knee bounced high, hitting his spine.
"Ah." There was another scream, and the young man struck with all his strength. The spinal column was suddenly broken and dislocated, and Bo Cai could no longer exert any strength. A series of changes were completed before others could react.
"Yang Zhi, it's you! What are you going to do? Let go of the commander!" A guard obviously recognized the young man's identity...
Yang Zhi was Zhu Kui. He had previously planned that when the campfire broke out, it would be extremely chaotic and the best time to assassinate him. At this moment, he was surrounded by soldiers and was trapped in a tight siege. If he hadn't been worried about Bo Cai in his hands, he would have been killed long ago.
Attack with random swords.
Zhu Kui put Bo Cai on the horse, got on the horse, drew out the Xuanyuan Sword, and rushed left and right to escape the encirclement of the guards. The horse's front hooves were raised high in fear.
He was pretending that Peng Tuo was defeated and did not bring the Fangtian Halberd. It was too conspicuous. After the Xuanyuan Sword was polished with the Wu brothers to remove the rust, it showed the unique charm of this ancient sword. The two brothers also looked down upon it.
Despite the casting materials and forging technology, it was extremely strong. After that day, Zhu Kui made a pure iron scabbard and wore it all the time.
Soon enough, the sound of horse hoofbeats rang out from outside the circle, and another young man came flying over with a strange-shaped long knife. It was none other than Zhou Tai.
The Qijue Sword is different from Fang Tianji. The latter gives people a feeling that it cannot be used except by generals. Therefore, Zhu Kui did not let Zhou Tai change the weapon.
Tonight, Zhu Kui and Zhou Tai were lurking in the stables early. When there was a fire in the southwest, they led two horses outside Bo Cai's tent. At this time, everyone's attention was attracted by the fire. Seeing that they were not strangers, they didn't pay much attention.
Then, Bocai came out of the camp, Zhu Kui led his horse forward, and Zhou Tai protected him outside.
Zhou Tai's men and horses merged into one, and the long swords in his hands were flying left and right. The guards were no match at all and could not stop him. They quickly opened a gap for Zhu Kui, and the two men and horses ran towards the north together with Bo Cai.
Zhou Tai's ferocity made these personal guards speechless. They never thought that the black young man who had been hanging around the martial arts field for the past few days was so powerful in martial arts.
The horses flew away, and the guards could not catch up with them. Some followed them and shouted loudly: "Stop them quickly, they have captured the commander." Others ran to inform other commanders.
Outside Yingchuan City, south of Bocaiying, three miles away.
The agreement with Zhu Kui was already in flames, and a famous Han soldier stood up from the weeds.
"Destroy the enemy, tonight, kill!"
Zhu Jun pointed his sword, and 20,000 soldiers turned out of the weeds and ran towards the Yellow Turban Army camp.
The yellow turban ant thief, who had not yet recovered from the granary fire, was trembling with fear. Drums and shouts of death were heard from all directions. Although the fire was soaring into the sky in the dark night, it was as bright as day, but the ants were still alive.
The thieves could not figure out how many enemy troops there were, and they were frightened when they heard the shouts of killing. Before they could control the burning fire, they were killed by the Han army who rushed in from around them.
Some Qu commanders desperately gathered their men, but they were unable to stop the one-sided massacre. After a while, there was news that they were stabbed and kidnapped by the thieves. Suddenly, the camp was bombed and chaos broke out. The ant thieves went to various places.
They fled in the same direction. The Yellow Turban Army lacked discipline and could be said to be just ordinary people. When encountering this situation, they would only panic and flee in all directions.