(There were two updates last night, and the order was a bit messy. It has been readjusted, please pay attention)

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!" Someone shouted to touch the weapons, while others tried to turn off the lights. A tall figure broke into the window with the rain, raised an axe and slashed two panicked Khitan soldiers to the ground.

"Fight, fight, come with me!" The bearded man suddenly pushed the Khitan leader who was closest to him forward, and his legs quickly retreated. Then, he abandoned the whip and drew the knife, and all the movements were completed in one go.

"Zarimu-!" The little Khitan leader wailed and cursed, raising his empty hands to block the short axe that was slashing towards him. He was a Khitan, and his bearded man was a Moe. He usually relied on his noble bloodline, so he stumbling on the other side. However, he never expected that the other party had tolerated himself again and again in the past, but at the critical moment, he decisively used himself as a shield.

"I'm Zheng Ziming!" The tall figure was stunned for a moment, then roared angrily and accelerated the axe blade to slash it down.

The Khitan leader burst into pieces, his eyes widened, and he died with his eyes open.

The bearded general Zarim drew his sword to fight. Zheng Ziming suddenly smiled at him. The sharp axe came out with blood beads and threw his weapon into the air with a "defying" sound.

Immediately afterwards, a flash of lightning struck his face. Zharimu instinctively retreated, dodged, pressed his back against the wall, and clenched his hands into fists in front of him.

He had some brute force, and one punch was enough to kill a wild deer. However, Zheng Ziming's strength was much greater than that of him. He suddenly waved his arm and pushed away his fist. Then, the short blade in his hand spit forward and hit his throat.

"Gee, gee, gee, gee..." Zarimu covered his throat with his hands and his eyes widened until he died. He could not believe that he had not even supported a round.

Zheng Ziming didn't even look at him. He kicked open the back door and rushed to the deepest part of the yard. Anyone who encountered obstacles along the way would be sent to the west.

"What's going on!" In the main room at the deepest part of the yard, Xiao Limi vaguely heard a few screams, stood up suddenly, and rushed to the window, "No, someone, someone is here to save this dog emperor!"

"Nonsense, unless he grows wings, he can fly from the sky!" Yelu Qin kicked Shi Chonggui's butt, and cursed with suspicion: "That's the coward, who is willing to come to save him? Across thousands of miles, do you really think that I, a million Khitan soldiers are dead?"

His strength was too great, and Shi Chonggui was kicked forward and fell to the thigh of another Khitan general, Xiao Limi.

Xiao Limi, who was concentrating on judging the situation outside, was frightened and turned his head, kicking Shi Chonggui's face: "You old guy, are you looking for death? Even if someone comes to save you, I will let them go without a return!"

In an instant, a mud mark of boots appeared on Shi Chonggui's face, and blood was flowing out of his nose and mouth. While wiping, he quickly hid back and shouted in a hoarse voice, "It has nothing to do with me. I swear, General Xiao, the people outside have nothing to do with me..."

"That's not necessarily. Maybe it's your son who came to save you!" Yelu Qin sneered and shook his head, not believing in his judgment.

No one has ever had to take the initiative to die even though he knew he had gone but never returned. Then Zheng Ziming was not a fool. Besides, Shi Chonggui and him had been separated for so many years, and the relationship between father and son should have faded long ago. How could he be worthwhile to come and sacrifice his life to save him at all costs?

"Crack" a purple lightning bolt that mocked Yelu Qin back into his throat.

Outside the window was illuminated by lightning as bright as daylight. A famous burly man rushed towards the surrounding Khitan soldiers like a tiger and a leopard. Wherever he passed, there was no one-union enemy.

Behind him was a small group of dead soldiers in black, each holding short swords, chasing the Khitan soldiers and killing them, like a group of hungry wolves storming into the flock of sheep.

"puff."

Zheng Ziming waved his long sword, and before a Khitan soldier holding a spear could react, he was in a different position.

A Khitan general waved his iron mace and smashed it into his chest. Zheng Ziming raised his knife to fight it. With a clang, the long sword he had just picked up was broken into two pieces. He quickly retreated, retreated, dodged, and then wiped it with one hand towards his waist. A short axe flew out quickly and chopped the face of the Khitan general.

Several spears pierced the rain curtain and headed straight for his waist and lower abdomen. Zheng Ziming retreated decisively, and Tao Yong rushed over with two brothers to block the Khitan soldiers and fight with the other side.

Wow, Wang Baogui released two crossbow arrows in time and shot Tao Yong's opponent. The surrounding Cangzhou warriors quickly formed a small formation and cooperated with each other to stab the remaining Khitan soldiers one by one.

Pushing away a blood-squirting corpse, Zheng Ziming snatched the opponent's iron stick, held it high and continued to pounce forward. He needed to rush in as fast as possible, without caring about the rear and sides. The Khitan soldiers behind him were solved by his brothers.

"Ah--" A guy dressed in a general roared and fought. He was hit by him and flew backwards, spitting blood and dying. Another Khitan soldier tried to squat down and sneak attack his calves. He hit his head with another stick, even his head and helmet were smashed into pieces.

The third Khitan soldier who was blocking the road clearly showed panic in his eyes. He turned around and ran away. Zheng Ziming quickly chased after him for a few steps and smashed his head into his chest with a stick.

The iron rod was curved into an arc due to excessive force. Someone threw a scimitar from behind. Zheng Ziming turned around and caught it, turned around and rushed into the next group of Khitans. His bodies kept changing directions while jumping. The long sword turned into an iron chain in the hands of the bull-headed and horse-faced, and ruthlessly pulled the Khitans around him one by one.

The Khitans around them died and fled, and they were swept away. Suddenly, they lit up, and Zheng Ziming, who was in one sword and rushed directly to the steps.

On the steps, two guys dressed in personal soldiers, one of whom was holding a gun and the other raised a knife and shouted to fight. Wang Baogui shot an arrow in time and knocked down one of them. Zheng Ziming waved his knife and killed the other one, raised his leg and kicked the body into the puddle.

Tao Dachun quickly followed with several brothers, supporting the brothers brought by Zhou Xin, and was ready to provide assistance to Zheng Ziming who was sprinting ahead at any time.

"Enemy attack, enemy attack!" A team of soldiers with distinctive armor rushed over to the eaves. He ignored Zheng Ziming, who was so close to him, rushed towards the door.

Their masters are in the house, and their responsibility is to protect their masters first and then to control the life and death of the enemy.

Tao Dachun rushed forward and blocked the group of personal soldiers. The leading 100 generals waved their swords and slashed at him. Tao Dachun dodged sideways, drifting away like leaves against the water on the ground. The Khitan 100 generals did not expect that the other party would retreat without fighting. They were stunned. Tao Yong killed from the side without hesitation, and a long spear pierced the man's body.

With a "puff", as the spear was pulled out, hundreds of Khitans would fall to the ground.

Zhou Xin brought his brothers to join the battle, waving the steel knife, splashing blood waves.

Zheng Ziming, who was rushing in the front, had no time to look back, stepped across the steps and rushed towards the door of the house.

Several personal soldiers rushed out of the room and slashed their swords. Li Biao raised his gun and stepped forward to block it, blocking the killing attack for Zheng Ziming. Zheng Ziming jumped more and more, with a backhand, and with a "sniff", the knife fell into his arms and the sharp blade continued to slash, cutting off the throat of another personal soldier.

"Enter the house, enter the house, I'm outside!" Tao Dachun shouted, and the steel knife in his hand kept forcing the Khitan soldiers around him to retreat.

Tao Yong and several brothers formed a formation to fight and quickly cleared both sides of Zheng Ziming's body.

A burly Khitan warrior suddenly rushed out of the door. As soon as the mace was raised, he was blocked by Zheng Ziming's horizontal knife. Li Biao stepped forward and rushed straight to the man with a long spear. The Khitan warrior roared and retreated, kicking in the door and outside the door. Zheng Ziming decisively rushed into the man's arms, pulled out a short axe with his left hand and quickly lifted up. With a "pop", he lifted the man's chin and half of his head onto the beam of the house.

The last line of defense in the door of the house was broken, and with the help of the bright candle, he could see the situation inside the house.

An old man with white hair was trampled under his feet, two Khitan generals, one left and one right, stepped on the old man, with a scimitar in his hand flashing cold light.
Chapter completed!