Chapter 2

"Get closer, lean your back against your back!" Scout Guo Ren shouted, and leaned his body toward his two companions.

Among the three, if we talk about life and death experience, he would undoubtedly be the first. Otherwise, he would not have been selected by Guo Wei, the deputy envoy of the Privy Councilor, who was in power, to protect his adopted son Chai Rong. After several consecutive steps, he met Ning Ziming again, with his shoulders next to his shoulders, like two city walls, protecting Han Jing firmly behind him.

The Khitan raider who rushed forward with a grim smile frowned, and his weapons were wielding like wheels, but it was difficult to find a chance to separate the three of them again. The steel whip in Ning Ziming's hand and the iron mace just snatched by scout Guo Ren were both dumb and heavy weapons, and their flexibility was far less than that of the straight sword, but they were more powerful and domineering. At this moment, the two of them were holding it in their hands and dancing. As long as the ordinary sword was touched a little, they would end up falling back.

As a woman, Han Jing is certainly not as strong as her two companions. However, the short sword in her hand is a divine weapon that has been tempered for thousands of times. Under the sunlight, the blade of the sword is blue and cold. You can tell at a glance that it has been eroded with a very poison and can be sealed when it sees blood.

"Ding Ding Dangdang!" In the blink of an eye, the two sides had fought for another five or six rounds. Two robbers were broken and broke their bones and fell to the ground and died on the spot. Three straight swords were knocked away by steel whips and iron maces, and they rushed into the air and disappeared. Although there were many people on the Khitan samurai, they could get in front of the three of them to participate in the fight at the same time, but it was difficult for more than five. Therefore, they were so anxious that they screamed, like wild wolfs with plague, spinning around wildly.

At this moment, a few words of Khitan, which were not standard, came from the river beach, "Seiba Kerr, Severe Croanses Guli!"

"Severe hair, cut hair, Croanses Guli!" The robbers' eyes lit up, and they retreated and distanced from Ning Ziming and the other two. Then, six or seven people holding spears stood up and stabbed each other again, and those who held other weapons in their hands bent down to pick up stones and soil from the ground, and smashed them towards the "prey" in a head-on manner.

"Shameless!" "Be accomplice for the tiger!" Ning Ziming and the other three were anxious. While rushing to fight, they frequently turned their heads to Chai Rong and others' hiding place. (Note 1)

At the broken wall, Chai Rong had already jumped onto the mount, and Zhao Kuangyin rode his horse closely followed. Later, the other three Guo family's confidant soldiers pulled the horn bow like a full moon, and the clusters of arrows on the bow arms were dazzling and cold.

However, distant water cannot quench intimidation!

From the beginning of retreating with all his might to the present, Ning Ziming and others barely ran only thirty or forty steps. The broken wall where Chai Rong and others hid was still 250 steps away!

"Bang!" A stone that hit the air was knocked away by Ning Ziming with a steel whip. Immediately afterwards, a poisonous snake-like gun stabbed in front of him. Turning his arm sideways, he used his whole body to solve it, and barely knocked it away the moment the gun was stabbed into his body. The second spear had a dazzling cold and cold hanging, from bottom to top, and straightened his lower abdomen.

"Open!" Ning Ziming shouted loudly, putting a thick layer of cowhide in his sleeve, and smashed it towards the spear. The sharp spear was pushed several inches away, protruding into his ribs, bringing a bunch of bright red. The Khitan robber who had succeeded in the sneak attack laughed loudly and pushed the spear rod with both arms at the same time, taking Ning Ziming's clothes and leather armor next to his ribs, pulling him to a staggering pace.

"Go to die!" At the critical moment, Han Jing jumped suddenly and waved his sword to chop it. He split the spear rod on Ning Ziming in two. The Khitan warrior who was pushing the spear rod was unexpectedly defended. He held half a spear and rushed out several steps, and rushed two of his other companions who were about to take the opportunity to launch a sneak attack. Ning Ziming pulled out the broken spear under his ribs with his left hand and threw it towards the opposite side. Then he fell back with the steel whip with his right hand and smashed the head of a Khitan warrior closest to him.

"Puff!" Red light shone everywhere, brain () dust flew around, and the dead Khitan warriors fell like a dead tree. All the Khitan warriors facing Ning Ziming were forced to retreat in panic. However, the temporary array of Ning Ziming and the other two protecting each other completely disappeared.

"Ah, umh, umh!" The Khitan robbers were ecstatic and rushed up from the front and back sides. They clamped the three of them and put the long and short weapons together. Ning Ziming was so anxious that his eyes were filled with smoke and fire, and he could no longer turn his head to check the positions of Chai Rong and other reinforcements. He waved the steel whip in his hand in front and behind. As long as he saw an opportunity, he would rather be injured than kill the enemy first.

A few red stars splashed on his arms, ribs and edges of his thighs one after another, but they were not enough to make him fall down immediately. Although the tempering of the tiger-wing army a few months ago, although it was dangerous, he learned many life-saving tricks. Every time at the most dangerous moments, the body can instinctively avoid the key points, and constantly use minor injuries and skin trauma to exchange for survival time.

The scout Guo Ren was much better than his, but he was also full of dangers. A big iron mace swung and danced between the long spear and short blades, and the sound of gold and iron clashing and roaring were endless.

Suddenly, Han Jing, who was sandwiched between the two, let out a muffled groan in her mouth. Then, a wet thing splashed on the back of Ning Ziming's hand. He waved the iron whip and used a night battle to knock out all the weapons handed to him. He turned his head in a panic and saw that one of Han Jing's arms was dyed red, and his body staggered back and forth with several straight swords.

"Stand!" Scout Guo Ren reacted faster, and shouted loudly, and rushed towards Han Jing. He used his iron mace to smash a Khitan woman who rushed forward, blocking another straight sword that was slashing at Han Jing with his shoulders. A long spear bit his back like a poisonous snake, and went deep into the foot of Yingzi.

"Your grandma!" The scout Guo Ren shouted, and looked back and threw out the iron whip, smashing the bones of the attacker's nose. More weapons came to him and cut his back into blood.

"Brother Guo!!" Ning Ziming felt heartbroken, as if all the swords were slashing at him. No matter the enemy he was pressing towards him, he turned around and pounced on Guo Ren and Han Jing, danced the steel whip with both hands, and smashed them around.

"Ding!" "Ding!" "Puff!" "Crack!" The heavy steel whip was still developing by his body, but he was more than eight feet tall in his hand and swung a strong wind. Two straight swords were smashed away, and a Khitan warrior was hit in the chest and vomited blood and died. There was also a Khitan warrior who was unwilling to fight with the person who was bound to die. He turned around and fled, and was swept on his thigh with a whip. His body flew more than four feet horizontally. The white broken bones poked directly into the soil, and blood flowed into a river.

The Khitan robbers were completely angry. Han Jing, who gave up the injury and Guo Ren, who had already died, all rushed around Ning Ziming. On the river beach, Feng Tongyi had already discovered the figures of Chai Rong and others, jumped and tried hard to issue warning messages, but they could no longer get any attention. The robbers all had their eyes red and never gave up until they cut the young men in the encirclement into meat sauce.

A short raider swung his knife and chopped down Huashan. Ning Ziming rushed forward and picked up the steel whip and hit his chest. The weight of the two sides was too disparate. The raider's steel knife was knocked away, and the person was also knocked back with great strides. Ning Ziming put his shoulders on the other party's chest, chasing him tightly, and swept the steel whip behind him.

"Ding!" A spear that was determined to win was knocked crooked by a steel whip. Two straight swords could not keep up with the target's movement speed and all went empty. Another spear stabbed from the side, Ning Ziming held the waist of the warrior with one hand and turned around suddenly. The Khitans on the spear became unstoppable, and watched the weapons in his hand stab the back of his robes, and dazzling red appeared from the other side of his body.

Before he could remember to pull out the spear from his companion's body, Ning Ziming had already rushed up with a loud roar. A whip smashed his head and another whip hit the approaching Kouqi. The threatened Khitan warrior retreated and avoided, but was staggering by the thorns on the hillside. Ning Ziming raised the steel whip again and smashed it hard, "Puff!" and smashed the man's legs into pieces.

He did not dare to stay away from Han Jing, so he turned around and returned. Two Khitan warriors met with a grim smile and cooperated with each other to attack. Ning Ziming raised his whip to block it and struggled to support it. The third Khitan warrior saw the advantage and squatted down suddenly, with his spear ripped left and right.

This move was not unscathing. Ning Ziming could not take care of both the upper and lower parts. He was so tripped that he completely lost his balance and staggered to kneel on the ground. All the living Khitans shouted, raised their weapons and chopped them down one after another. Ning Ziming twisted his back to block it, but it was too late. He watched several cold lights slashing straight towards him-

"Puff!" "Puff!" "Puff!" The red light was everywhere, and the Khitan robbers who were determined to win fell one after another. A wave of feather arrows came to them at the critical moment, followed by twenty horse hooves as big as bowls.

Chai Rong, Zhao Kuangyin, and three dead soldiers from the Guo family threw down their bows and swung their respective weapons. With the inertia of the sprint of the war horses, they whizzed past both sides of Ning Ziming's body. With just one encounter, they rushed the Khitan robbers to a defeat. Then they decisively pulled the horse back and chased the other Khitan robbers, never stopping.

"Leave it to me on the beach!" Ning Ziming jumped from the ground and rushed down the hillside with a steel whip. There were more than ten wounds of all sizes on his body, and the blood dripped into two straight lines along the footprints. But he didn't care whether the blood was his own or the enemy, and he couldn't feel the pain at all. He just stared at the beach with his eyes, and was trying to jump onto a war horse to escape, hoping to tear the man to pieces.

"Let me do it!" Zhao Kuangyin heard his roar and turned around in shock. Then, he knew what he wanted to do. Without hesitation, he gave up the pursuit of the other Khitans and urged his mount to rush directly to the riverside.

There was still more than a hundred steps left. For the war horses rushing down the slope, the time required was only three short snaps. Tongzhi, who was accomplicing the tiger, had not had time to accelerate, and he had cut off the way from the side. He wrapped the copper stick and put the head of the head of Tongzhi, and smashed the mount under his crotch directly to the ground. (Note 2)

"Give me your life!" Tongyi, surnamed Feng, rolled up and jumped off his mount, and at the last moment, avoiding the fate of being crushed by the livestock. Then, he knelt on his knees and protected his head with his hands, "Good Master Zhao, please spare me! The young man was forced to helplessly, and the young man didn't recognize you at all!"

Every sentence has a straight and straight voice, and it actually has a false Bianliang accent.

"You-?" Zhao Kuangyin never thought that he could meet an acquaintance between Yanshan Mountain! He had already raised his copper stick high again, and stopped in the air and could no longer smash it! Tongzhi, who was under the shadow of the stick, quickly rolled back and escaped several steps, then knelt down on his knees for the second time, holding his head and continued to shout, "Acquaintance, acquaintance, Brother Zhao showed mercy. My father and Lingzun have been friends for many years, and our two families are family friends!"

When Zhao Kuangyin heard this, the big stick in his hand could not be smashed. He was about to ask this person to raise his head and identify it clearly for himself. Ning Ziming had already roared and rushed over, holding up the steel whip in his hand, "Shameless dog thief, I will compensate my brother for his life!"

"Give me your life, Your Highness Zheng, please spare me!" Although Feng Tongyi's character is unbearable, his hands and feet are extremely flexible. Before Ning Ziming's steel whip was shot down, he pierced to Zhao Kuangyin. He hugged Zhao Kuangyin's thigh and whined: "I am, I am really not recognized by you before! Brother Zhao, please ask for love for my brothers. Your Highness, Feng Ji, once accompanied Your Highness to serve the Liao army camp, and once lived and died together! I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am

While crying, he secretly watched Ning Ziming with his eyes so that when the latter continued to chase him, he could escape by circling the war horse. Unexpectedly, after crying for a few times, he noticed the abnormality of the situation. The sound fell unknowingly, and in the end it was almost inaudible.

Holding the steel whip high must be His Highness King Zheng, Shi Yanbao, the governor of Zhengzhou, and Feng Ji, who had been a proofreader of the Secretariat, did not doubt his eyes at all. However, he never saw any joy in meeting an old friend in a foreign land. He only saw this person standing in place as if struck by lightning. The steel whip was raised high, his eyes wide open, and the blood on his body dripped, dripping, dripping, flowing along the corners of his clothes!

Note 1: When the Yelu family first established its country, its strength was not strong. Liu Rengong and his son were able to defeat Yelu Abaoji many times with just the land of Youzhou. When they met Li Cunxu, Yelu Abaoji had only the only way to escape. However, Abaoji was very decisive to use a large number of Han scholars and gave them a completely equal status with the Khitan nobles. The strength of the Khitan Kingdom increased day by day. Shortly after Li Cunxu's death, it surpassed a group of Central Plains princes who were busy killing each other.

Note 2: The short sprint of the war horse only takes five to six seconds to 100 meters.
Chapter completed!