Chapter 9 Pingmo (Twelve)

The clouds were covered with snowflakes, and the night was so thick that I couldn't see my fingers.

"Kill!" Guo Xin rushed out of the snowflakes with a quick step and waved his knife to chop the head of a Youzhou soldier wearing a fur.

"Give me your life--" The Youzhou soldier screamed shrillly, but he didn't have the courage to turn around to fight, but he just instinctively covered his head with his hands.

The next moment, his four fingers flew into the night sky. Guo Xin pressed the steel knife on top of his head, with scarlet eyes wide open, and his face seemed to be ferocious, "Where is your army leader? Where is your army leader? Tell me, I will spare you!"

"General Ma, General Ma is right in front! The one wearing willow-leaf armor is just here! Luck, spare your life!" The Youzhou soldiers whose fingers were cut off by Qi Gen were so painful that their faces twisted into a ball, but they did not dare to cry. They held the bare right palm in their left hand and reported stammeringly.

"Get out!" Guo Xin kicked the man down the hillside, and then continued to chase him along the mountain road. The enemy's chief general surnamed Ma, was the son of Ma Yinqing, the former governor of Qingzhou, the current newcomer of Liao. Both father and son were extremely enthusiastic about the "hegemony" of Liao's unification of the world. If he could capture this man alive and force him to take up a free position in Bianliang, it would not only cause a huge blow to his father Ma Yinqing, but also to all Han officials of Liao.

Therefore, although his legs were sore after running, and even though there seemed to be a fire in his left and right chest cavity, Guo Xin never stopped. He persisted for a while and he might catch up. He could not lose all his efforts! The enemy was already full of soldiers and had no courage to fight back. The enemy was exhausted and could not lift his weapons if he wanted to fight back. All he needed to do was just grit his teeth and chase along the mountain road for a while, and he could win a perfect ending for the battle.

"Guo Du Head, Guo Du Head, wait, wait for us!" The four local heroes from Lijiazhai caught up with him panting. Following Guo Xin, they slashed at the defeated soldiers they encountered along the way. The defeated soldiers seemed to have lost their souls, and they were obviously five times the number of them. They could clearly dismember them by raising their swords. However, no defeated soldiers dared to resist, but just held their heads with their hands and dodged and begged for mercy, like a group of lambs to be slaughtered.

"The man surnamed Ma is right in front of me. I captured him alive. I will share the credit with you brothers!" Guo Xin turned around and shouted, then his legs continued to accelerate.

"Yes!" "Stop, continue!" "Listen to you!" The local warriors agreed continuously, their breathing was as heavy as the wind bag in the blacksmith shop. The whole brothers, who could still stick to following Guo Xin, were only four of them left. The rest were either exhausted while chasing the defeated soldiers, or were lost in the snow.

"Where is the one with the surname Ma? Come out and die!" Guo Xin suddenly roared, raised his steel knife and chopped the night sky in front of him. Behind the night scene, a Youzhou officer dressed in ten generals was chopped away, and his body rolled along the hillside so far that he was unknown. Another Youzhou officer swayed his body, and the steel knife in his hand was whistling. Guo Xin shook the other party's eyes, raised his foot, and kicked the man directly down the deep valley on the side of the road.

"Just kill only those with the surname Ma, don't seek death for the rest!" The four township men followed Guo Xin's appearance, chopped and kicked the suddenly discovered soldiers, one by one, and drove them away. Suddenly, they and Guo Xin were silent. They and Guo Xin were both trapped in the darkness, and they could no longer hear any crying or wailing. The soldiers in both front and back fled cleanly, with only the cold wind from the north blew over the dead trees on the hillside, emitting waves of tiger roars and dragon roars.

"Who has the fire-driven thing in his hand? Hurry up and shine!" Guo Xin was so scared that he was slightly stunned by the sudden silence. He turned his head and ordered the four town heroes.

"No, no!" The villagers bent down and supported their bodies with steel knives, responding in a low voice. "Fire, fire is on the archers. There are no archers and archers, and they have not followed."

"Where are the others!" Guo Xin was slightly stunned again, and then he realized that he had completely lost contact with the team of troops without realizing it. Despite this, he was still unwilling to give up halfway. He gritted his teeth and ordered in a deep voice, "Search the body from the body. These people are all officials, and there may be something that can cause fire. The Ma surname is probably not far from here. As long as the road is illuminated, we can continue to pursue!"

"Chasing, chasing!" The four townsmen nodded, then squatted down and groped with their hands under the clothes of the corpse. After a while, someone raised a fire note and shouted happily, "Finished, found it. General Guo, I found it."

"Give it to me!" Guo Xin walked over quickly and took the fire broker. Then he squatted and peeled off a fur from the body. He first used the fur to block the wind and blew the fire broker. Then, he directly lit the fur into a big torch.

"Follow me!" He gave another order, then took off another piece of clothing from the body and wrapped a stone, lit it, then threw the clothes in circles with one hand, and threw them out towards the mountain road ahead with a "hey".

"Hu——" The clothes wrapped in stone flew into the sky like a chain ball, flew out more than thirty steps, and then roared to the ground. It illuminated the mountain road along the way and illuminated the dozen bloodless faces hiding by the mountain road.

"Where can you go?" Guo Xin was overjoyed and shouted, picked up the burning fur from the ground with his left hand, held a knife in his right hand, and rushed down the mountain road. The dozen faces illuminated by the fire did not dare to fight, so he spread his legs and ran away desperately.

"Stop, stop, the surname Ma, don't run away if you have sex!" The four local heroes were also surprised and happy, and their legs suddenly became full of strength. They picked up the steel knife and followed Guo Xin tightly. While running, they did not forget to light the clothes that had just been peeled from the body, which illuminated a small piece of snowy field as bright as daytime.

Several people who looked like generals suddenly stopped and turned around and blocked the way with a horizontal knife. Guo Xin waved his sword to kill one of them, and then burned the other person to the dark face with the fur in his hand. Four local heroes waved their swords and torches and killed them, killing the rest of the road blockers.

There was a blank space in front of him, and no defeated soldiers dared to stop and cut off the rear. Guo Xin led four local warriors to chase him, like a tiger going down the mountain.

He saw the commander of the Madu in the captain's mouth. He was a guy with a strong body but weaker heart than a sixteen-year-old girl. He had been forced to this point and refused to walk by himself. He pretended to faint and was fleeing on his back. He saw the staff of the commander of the commander of the Madu, his personal guards, and several other commanders of the Youzhou army, one of whom was foaming at his mouth and his face was full of despair.

"Stop, the surrender will not die!" Guo Xin's feet suddenly slipped and almost fell into a rolling gourd. However, the silence he made did not stop at all, and the sound was as if it was thunder. Two commanders of Youzhou Army were shaken by the "thunder" and staggered. A staff member suddenly pulled out his sword and crossed his neck. At the critical moment, Ma Yanxu, the back of the boss at home, finally recovered from awakening, jumped down suddenly, holding a single knife, roaring and counterattacking, "I'm fighting with you, ah--"

"I'm fighting with you, ah--" Seven or eight personal soldiers also turned around and staggered towards Guo Xin. Holding the knife's arm, trembling as if the dead branches were in the wind.

This level of dying struggle poses no threat to Guo Xin. Although Guo Xin himself and the four local heroes were exhausted, a wild horse quickly split the mane. Guo Xin cut down two Ma family soldiers who were not even able to hold the sword firmly to the ground. Then another dragon waved his tail and cut off the neck of the third dying struggler from behind.

The fourth soldier of the Ma family refused to give up and rushed over with a steel knife in his hands. Guo Xin quickly turned sideways and made way for the blade. The horizontal knife in his hand flirted with the momentum, and with a "pop", he cut the man's wrist, chest, and lower abdomen into two pieces.

"Catch the Ma surname alive!" Four township heroes fought together, stopped the rest of the Ma family's personal soldiers, and cut them away. Guo Xin, the head of the capital, finally freed up his hand and mentioned that he was heading straight for Ma Yanxu himself.

The latter cried and waved his knife to chop it up. With his abundant physical strength, he did not give Guo Xin a chance to get close to him. Guo Xin waved his knife and slashed his left and right legs quickly swept across.

"Ah!" Ma Yanxu screamed, and the kite-cut line was swept away four feet away. "Surrender and don't kill!" Guo Xin roared and raised his sword to catch up with him. Two Ma's personal soldiers gave up their opponents and sacrificed their lives to stop them. He slashed them one by one and flew backwards, and blood flowed all over the ground.

"Help--!" Ma Yanxu shouted, using his hands and feet to crawl into the distance. Guo Xin kicked away a Youzhou aide who came to block the way and chased him reluctantly. As long as he waved his knife, he could kill Ma Yanxu on the spot. However, he had the idea of ​​capturing this person alive, which allowed the latter to escape his control at the most critical moment.

After not taking Ma Yanxu down several times in a row, Guo Xin finally lost his patience, raised his steel knife, and threatened loudly: "If you don't surrender, I will chop you up!"

"Huh--!" A black light suddenly shot out from the night sky and headed straight to his chest. Guo Xin waved his knife and knocked hard, "Dang" and Mars splashed, and the black light became crooked, stirring up a string of red smoke at the left shoulder.

"Swoosh swish swish swish-" Dozens of wolf-toothed arrows flew into the air and landed behind Ma Yanxu, forming a cold fence.

"No, shameless-" Guo Xin covered his shoulders with his hands, and blood dripped down the gap in his fingers. He raised his head with difficulty. He saw a group of Youzhou soldiers wearing furs rushing towards the distance like ghosts. The first general was eight feet tall, with silver armor and white robe, and a long spear in his hand pointed at his chest.

"Don't be crazy, Han comes to learn how powerful you are!" General Silver Armor shouted, rushed forward to protect Ma Yanxu. More than 30 personal soldiers rushed over and rushed over, clamping Guo Xin and four town heroes who were unable to retreat along the sides of the mountain road. The wolf-toothed arrow flashed on the bow arms.

"Surrender, surrender and not kill!" Han Zhuo got up from the ground, shouting with tears on his face.

"Don't think about it! It's just death!" Guo Xin refused his proposal without hesitation, and stood back to back with four town heroes with a knife in one hand.

The enemy reinforcements have arrived, and it seems that the scale is not too small. But I don’t know if the battle has ended? Do I still have the strength to face the new group of tigers and wolves?

At this moment, only by fighting to the death can we gain more time for the brothers. Only by fighting to the death can we make the subsequent robes that follow us discover danger in time and spread the news to Zheng Ziming's ears. The stinging pain in the shoulder came, and Guo Xin's body was trembling with pain, but his mind was extremely clear. He gritted his teeth and raised the knife, and he challenged the enemy general, "Come and general, and Guo Xin's nameless ghost under the sword!"

"Then let you die clearly!" The white-robed enemy general smiled, his lips curled up, and his face was full of pride. "The great Liao Dynasty promoted the loyalty of the Xuanli master, the son of the Shangshu Zuo Pushe Han Zhigu, and the commander of the army commander of Yanjing, Han Kuangmei, was ordered to come...!"

"Hahaha, hahahahahahaha... Guo Xin curled his lips and interrupted with a wild smile. "After talking about this long, it's just a lackey raised by the Khitans!" Blood dripped down the arrow shaft on his shoulders, and in a blink of an eye, half of his body turned red.

"You are looking for death!" Han Kuangmei's face turned pale with anger. She waved her spear and stabbed her when she was distracted. Guo Xin was injured and had already exhausted her strength. After only blocking it twice, the horizontal knife in her hand was knocked away. Seeing the other party stabbing him in the third snatch, "Ah--" He screamed, closed his eyes and waited for death.

"Dang!" A loud bang made his eyes turn black and fell down softly against his brother.

Han Kuangmei was determined to win a shot, but was smashed by the dead tree pole flying in the air, and ice slag and wood chips splashed everywhere. Before he could figure out what was going on, dozens of stones with ice and snow were smashed down again, smashing the Youzhou new forces surrounding both sides of the mountain road to the east and west.

"The thief is despicable!" Unpredictable, Han Kuangmei was also hit by two stones. While dancing her spear to try to block it, she quickly stepped back.

On the hillside, more than fifty figures roared down. While continuing to attack the Youzhou army with flying stones and dead branches covered with ice and snow, a high wall was formed in front of Guo Xin and others.

The strong wind swept with snowflakes and flew in front of the human wall.

"There is nothing more despicable than being accomplices of the tiger and harming his own tribe!" In the endless snow, Zheng Ziming held a steel whip in his hand, facing Han Kuangmei, like a god of killing falling from the sky.
Chapter completed!