Wu Yanluo stopped laughing, put on a serious face, and said solemnly: "My brothers and I were born in the border army and have experienced many battles. Even the Tatars have fought and killed many people. How can we be afraid of you stupid village cows shouting for a fight?"
?I have ruined many lives, both bad people and good men, and I am much more arrogant than you. But if these people are defeated, it will be really easy to kill them. Think about those pigs, dogs and beasts, they have to fight to death before they die.
, murder is easy. Once caught, knowing that death is inevitable, they straighten their necks obediently and take the knife, just hoping for less pain and a happy death. All heroes and heroes are just deceiving gods and deceiving others.
If your body is dismembered, any hero will be nothing more than a pile of rotten flesh and a handful of fishy bones. After a while, I will disembowel you and drink your heart and liver. When death is imminent, let’s see how you still boast.
Hard ass!"
Wu Yanluo's fierce words were like reassurance, stimulating the ferocity of the bandits, and the morale that had been slightly low just now was revived.
Seeing that there was no room for change, Zhao Liangjian frowned, his face was as frosty, and he said in a cold voice: "You and I both have anger in our chests. You have the murderous aura, and I have the righteousness of the mountains and rivers. It just depends on how we compare."
At this time, both sides were filled with murderous intentions, and their respective queues moved forward, getting closer and closer, and they were about to take over the melee.
At this time, Zhao Liangjian suddenly shouted loudly: "Wait a minute!"
Everyone on both sides was very nervous. When they heard this, they couldn't help but were stunned. For some reason, they all turned their attention to Zhao Liangjian.
Zhao Liangjian said to the thief Wu Yanluo in a deep voice: "Fighting is necessary, but how to fight must be particular. Look, heroes, my brothers are all familiar with guns and sticks. I don't think the brothers of heroes are the same."
Mediocre skills. When two powerful forces fight, a lot of lives will inevitably be lost in the melee. You may not be able to get away with it. Two attacks will only destroy the manpower in vain. And I am afraid that it will be difficult to recruit such good people to join the team in two attacks in a short period of time. In fact,
It's of no use. Why don't I come up with a rule of thumb? You and I don't want to fight. It's better to follow the usual rules, one person from each team, fight with each other, and compete with guns and sticks. It's just one game, each based on his true ability. If I lose
Now, leave the chariots and horses. If, thanks to the sacrifice of heroes, Zhao wins half the battle, he will ask the heroes to get out of the way. In this way, no matter whether he wins or loses, he will not hurt his brothers. What does the leader think?"
Wu Yanluo saw that Zhao Liangjian's group was strong, well-armed, and well-organized in their advance and retreat, and he also had scruples in his heart. He rolled his eyes and glanced at the forest from the corner of his eyes, and his heart suddenly calmed down. He still had a surprise force in front of him.
The two started to fight, and when the attention of everyone in the escort agency was attracted, a whistle was blown, and the brothers rushed out from the side and rear, breaking up the formation of the escorts. It was a melee and killing, and they were able to give full play to their own side.
Strength in numbers.
Thinking of this, Wu Yanluo rolled his eyelids and waved his hand to stop the thieves. He lowered his head and pretended to think for a while, then nodded reluctantly and said: "Hey, you are quite calculating. Well, I don't want my brother to get hurt either.
Okay, that’s it.”
When Zhao Liangjian saw Wu Yanluo's promise, he felt relieved. He glanced at the forest beside the road. He didn't know how Liao Sanniang was doing, so he felt a little uneasy. But now that the matter had come to this, there was no way out and he could only act accordingly.
The two groups each took a few steps back to make room.
Zhao Liangjian tightened his belt, picked up the fetlock steel whip, walked carefully on the road, and said: "Since Zhao mentioned this matter, I can't say it, but I have to take on the errand. I wonder which of your heroes can give me advice?" After saying this, Zhao Liangjian took out a
He lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and puffed out a smoke ring calmly.
Wu Yanluo looked at his team, then pouted, and a strong man in a green robe walked out from the bandit team.
Zhao Liangjian saluted and asked, "A good man is bestowed with a name."
The strong man said coldly: "The dead don't need to know my name."
The man walked up to Zhao Liangjian with a two-meter-long spear in his hand. He looked at the steel whip in Zhao Liangjian's hand, sneered and said, "Put the whip into the spear and you're dead."
Zhao Liangjian held the cigarette sideways in his mouth, waved the whip in his right hand, and said with a smile: "That's not necessarily the case. You are not using a gun that is eight feet tall. If I take a step forward, I can hit it."
The strong man chuckled and sneered, saying: "The world prides itself on being able to beat the elders with short blows, but in actual combat, everyone will be defeated by a spear. The steel whip is heavy and slow to swing. It is mostly used to pierce armor. My spear only needs one strike and one strike."
You settled the bill immediately, fighting alone was just seeking death, and I don’t know how you survived to this day.”
Zhao Liangjian smiled and said: "It's useless to talk too much. You can see the truth behind the scenes."
The muscular man said harshly: "Okay, I'll give you a ride on the road to Huangquan."
After they had finished speaking, the two of them concentrated on the situation, opened up their posture, and walked around.
The strong man dismounted his horse, put the gun shaft against his belly and waist, twisted his hands, and shook the gun. His posture was extremely energetic, which attracted a burst of cheers from the thieves.
Zhao Liangjian saw that the man was holding a gun with his back hand concealed, and knew that his opponent had some skills.
When holding the stick, the back hand should expose three inches of the stick tail. When holding the gun, the entire palm should wrap around the root of the gun shaft. The spear should be thrust out. If it is straight forward and stabbed flatly, it is for retaliation. When encountering resistance, the spear tip will only rely on the force of a punch.
Difficult to penetrate.
The palm of the hand covers the tail of the spear. When the spear is thrust out, the back hand rotates and pushes the barrel of the spear, giving the spear a corkscrew force that can penetrate the armor.
Zhao Liangjian saw that his opponent was powerful, and his face became serious. He held the handle of the whip in his right hand and pointed the steel whip diagonally. He did not move forward, but just walked outside the circle of guns. The two of them crossed paths and turned around twice. Zhao Liangjian did not find any trace.
The gap in his face could not help but make his face become more and more ugly.
Zhao Liangjian was so nervous that he forgot to throw away the cigarette in his hand. The cigarette butt was tightly held between his left fingers. The red flame flickered on and off, just like Zhao Liangjian's ups and downs.
Zhao Liangjian looked for an opening and leaped forward, but as soon as the tip of his spear moved, his opponent immediately jumped away. Not only did he not move his opponent's steps, but he was moved by the enemy's spear, and fell into the rhythm of a strong man.
The men with guns got closer and closer, forcing Zhao Liangjian to fight.
Zhao Liangjian's space for movement became smaller and smaller, and cold sweat fell on his forehead. He kept shouting "haha, haha" and waved his left hand, constantly trying to disturb the sight of the strong man.
The strong man had a calm mind and was neither impatient nor impatient. He only moved with duck steps. The duck steps were like squatting. When moving, his back foot crossed in front of his front foot, one step covering the other. This is the so-called cover step in today's Sanda, and he flashed left and right.
Extremely flexible.
The strong man did not follow Zhao Liangjian's actions. No matter what Zhao Liangjian did, he remained unmoved. He had already seen through that Zhao Liangjian wanted to create offensive opportunities through movement.
To use shortcomings to reduce strengths, you can only have a chance of winning by taking risks, getting close to your opponent, forcing the opponent to stab with a spear, flicking the head of the gun at short range, or smashing the barrel of the gun to invade the inner circle.
In fact, the spear relies on the strength of the waist and hips to open and close to block and hold the spear. Even if the short-hand soldier is lucky enough to reach the barrel of the spear, it is equivalent to using the partial strength of the arms and shoulders to fight against the enemy's core strength.
If the arms cannot twist the waist and hips, there is a high possibility that the spear cannot be moved. The enemy's spear relies on inertia to break through the obstruction and penetrate directly, causing damage.
From Zhao Liangjian's perspective, he could only see the enemy sideways. The area where the enemy could be attacked was very small, and all of it was covered by guns.
Viewed from the front, the projection of a very small prismatic spear tip is suspended in the air, shaking constantly, making it difficult to judge the distance and the timing of attack. It brings huge psychological pressure to people, making them turn around and run away immediately.
The man with the gun kept adjusting his pace, gradually approaching Zhao Liangjian, until he was less than two meters away from him. The strong man's shoulders shook, and the spear in his hand was fired at the right moment. He used his strengths to bully his weaknesses, took the initiative to attack, and struck head-on.
The gun point struck his face, Zhao Liangjian subconsciously grasped the handle of the whip with both hands, and the cigarette butt held between Zhao Liangjian's fingertips emitted a wisp of white smoke, which happened to be extinguished.
Zhao Liangjian took half a step back, stretched out his three-foot steel whip, and met the strong man's spear tip.
When I probed the steel whip, the tip of the spear connected with the tip of the whip.
The strong man felt a subtle squeezing sensation coming from the barrel of the gun. He closed the gun with both hands, turned the middle handle outward, and turned the back hand to his chest. He squeezed and squeezed, blocking the front end of the steel whip from outside the circle.
The strong man sends force from his waist and hips, twists his back hand, and prepares to lunge and punch.
The barrel of the gun rotated clockwise in his hand, and the tip of the gun rolled with the barrel. The moment he exerted force, he could already smell blood. He had even foreseen the scene of Zhao Liangjian being pierced through the chest with a short spear, which made him feel extremely happy and excited.
The next moment, he saw bright fireworks.
The thunder-fire whip has a hollow front part and a five-inch medicine chamber. It contains gunpowder and lead, which is both hot and cold. It can be used for firing and slashing, which is similar to the three-eyed gun.
In fact, this weapon is thick in diameter and heavy in weight. It has neither the accuracy of a fire gun nor the flexibility of a steel whip. It cannot have both its advantages and disadvantages, so it is almost unused.
Almost means that very few people use it, not that no one uses it.
What Zhao Liangjian used was the Thunder Fire Whip.
Zhao Liangjian's Thunder Fire Whip has better steel material and thinner whip wall. The ball joint outside the steel whip is a reinforcing hoop. Its appearance is similar to that of an ordinary whip mace and is very deceptive.
The medicine chamber is longer and contains fine iron sand. The gunpowder is military propellant removed from the whole paper package bomb. It has high combustion efficiency and a burning rate suitable for firearms firing, which can ensure that the iron sand is effectively spread close to five meters.
The ignition hole of the ordinary thunder fire whip is opened at the rear end of the whip pole, but the ignition hole of Zhao Liangjian is opened on the hand guard plate to hide the medicine line.
Zhao Liangjian waved his arms, shouted loudly, drew everyone's attention, transformed into a clever magician, pulled out the cotton plug from the whip, changed his hand to light the match, and put out the cigarette butts. After deceiving everyone, people only thought of the magician in his hand.
The fire was still a cigarette butt, but in fact, what was burning now was medicine.
Zhao Liangjian counted silently for four seconds until the very short powder line burned out, then stepped forward to take over with the enemy. The gunpowder in the medicine chamber ignited, and the fume hole returned smoke, emitting a wisp of white smoke.
It is very dangerous to lure the enemy with a steel whip, and only with flexible footwork can a stalemate be established; only by knowing the timing accurately can the target be hit when needed.
A cloud of red cone-shaped fine sparks, wrapped in smoke, erupted from the mouth of the whip, and a handful of iron sand was all smeared on the face of the strong man.