Chapter 5 Short Song (Sixth)

"Oh!" Yelu Huageli agreed softly, and then he followed Yelu Chache unsteadily.

The river beach was full of people, and the ground was muddy. Teams of Khitan warriors rode war horses, chasing large ships, and constantly fired arrows. Even though they knew that feather arrows were difficult to hit the large ships in the river, they still had to try their best. Teams of Youzhou Han army dragged their crossbows with their horses and rushed downstream with all their might, so that they could rush over and help when the second trap downstream was working.

I don’t know how many nets of heaven and earth could be passed by Zheng Ziming? Yelu Huageli raised his head in a daze, his eyes passed through the river surface that emitted a thin mist and headed towards the large ship flowing down the north side of the river. Deep in his heart, a little bit of expectation vaguely surged.

He didn't know whether he was hoping that Zheng Ziming would be killed in the river, or that the other party could create another miracle. He was still young and instinctively worshipped heroes in his bones. He was willing to see himself and his brother defeat Zheng Ziming and then snatch Zheng Ziming, but he didn't want to see a hero die under a conspiracy. If no one deliberately leaked Zheng Ziming's whereabouts to the Liao Dynasty, if no one deliberately pointed out that the Cangzhou army had already had a navy more than a year ago, if...

There are not so many ifs. In fact, Zheng Ziming died in the shameless betrayal of the rats. Instead of the 100,000 army that bravely chased and killed along the river! In fact, at the last moment of falling into the trap, Zheng Ziming was most likely to be kept in the dark. He still didn't understand the size of the world, but there was no place for them, father and son to live in.

"Swoosh, swosh, swosh..." The big ship entered the second ambush line and the crossbow chariot hidden in the second ambush line began to show its power. This time, it was not a sharp siege, but a giant fire arrow tied with butter and wool.

The thick smoke immediately tore through the mist on the river surface, leaving behind dark and thick tail marks. A fire soon emerged from the ship, and a figure was circling in the thick smoke and fire.

That was Zheng Ziming! Yelu Huageli's eyes widened and his heart was raised to his throat. He could not hear what the other party was saying, nor could he guess what the other party could do to resolve the killing disaster. However, he hoped that he could see more clearly and remember the last glory of this person.

"Shunzi, try to lean on the north shore and on the north shore!" Zheng Ziming held the cable in one hand, soared into the air and rushed to the crossbow rod that was circling on the side of the ship. The steel knife in his hand fell back with a force, "Cha!", and chopped the crossbow rod that was as thick as a bowl, deep into the mid-inch. The burning flame on the crossbow rod immediately jumped up, making his face dark, and his eyebrows and hair emitting a burning smell at the same time. Zheng Ziming didn't care about the pain at all, and continued to light the side of the ship with one foot, waving the steel knife in the air, "Cha!" "Cha!" "Cha!", and several consecutive times, the crossbow rod finally broke, and the burning butter fireball rolled and fell into the water.

"Shoot, shoot him to death!" Countless people shouted loudly on the south bank of the Liao River, and then arrows were like locusts.

Most of the feathered arrows were blown by the river halfway, and only a very small number of them successfully approached the target. Seeing that they were about to die by arrows, Zheng Ziming suddenly pulled the cable and soared into the air, leaving the danger like a harrier eagle, and pounced on the deck.

"Hu——" Yelu Huageli breathed instinctively, then quickly held his breath and watched around, fearing that someone would find himself worried about the safety of the enemy general.

He found that it seemed that there was more than one person around him who held his breath and looked around. Everyone tacitly staggered their eyes, then raised their arms, opened their voices, and shouted loudly, "Cum, continue shooting, shoot him to death!"

"Swoosh-swoosh-swoosh, swish-swoosh!" The second round of fire crossbow flew out again and rushed to the big ship that was struggling and undulating on the water.

Han Kuangsi is worthy of being a famous general in the world, and the ambush position was chosen very appropriately. Six crossbows that can fire arrows were stuck at the suddenly narrowing of the river channel and lined up along the river bank. In this way, no matter how hard the big ships flowing downstream from the upstream dodge, they would have a long distance away, completely within the attack range of crossbow arrows, and it was impossible to escape the hunting of giant crossbows.

Two fire crossbows entered the water behind the ship. The burning butter balls were stimulated by cold water and exploded, and the waves pushed the ship up and down. The other two fell in front of the ship, splashing two high columns of water. The last two, one in front and one behind, continued to fly on the water. Under the eyes of tens of thousands of expectant gazes, two "bang" and "bang" hit the side of the ship. The flames immediately jumped high, and thick smoke scattered along the hull.

The ship shook violently, and its speed immediately slowed down. Seeing this, the Liao soldiers on both sides couldn't help cheering in unison. Before their cheers could reach the apex of excitement, the hull shook slightly again. Zheng Ziming and Tao Dachun each pulled a cable and pounced down together. In the air, they fell towards the crossbow pole stuck at the side of the ship like flying eagles, and two lightning bolts were thrown out in the steel knife in their hands.

"Crack", "Crack!" The sound of the steel knife chopping into the hardwood, piercing the cheers, and sounded in everyone's hearts.

"Shoot the arrow! Shoot him to death!" Yelu Chache was furious, snatched a horned bow, bent his bow and shot.

"Shoot the arrow, shoot him to death, shoot him to death!" In an instant, thousands of arrows fired at once. Even if they could not shoot Zheng Ziming and his companions into hedgehogs as they wished, they would interfere with them, making it impossible for the two of them to continue cutting off the crossbow pole wrapped in the butter ball.

Due to the narrowing of the river channel, although most of the feather arrows were blown by the river wind and successfully arrived at the target area, there were still thousands of them. Zheng Ziming and Tao Dachun were in a state of evasion. Suddenly, they fell down together and disappeared in an instant.

"Ah--" Yelu Huageli felt his heart suddenly twitching, and the pain was inexplicably painful. However, in the next moment, two figures suddenly rushed out of the bottom of the water and jumped into the air like a dragon. The steel knife in his hand waved and slashed on the burning crossbow pole again, "Crack!" "Crack!" "Crack!", "Crack!", "Crack!", "Crack!", "Crack!", "Crack!", most of the flames and oil balls were like water, and the thick smoke on the hull immediately dimmed halfway.

"Shoot with a bed crossbow, shoot him to death!" Yelu Chache was so angry that his face turned pale, and he gritted his teeth and ordered loudly.

This is like a fool's life. The bed crossbow is only suitable for attacking large targets and is not suitable for sniping the opponent's generals or soldiers. The crossbowmen under Han Kuangsi chose to refuse without hesitation, then aimed at the big ship and shot a new round of flames.

"Boom! Boom!" "Boom!" Three giant arrows fell into the water, exploded, splashing huge waves. The other three giant arrows successfully hit the side of the ship and ignited more fires on the side of the ship.

Another burly figure fell from the deck, and joined forces with Zheng Ziming and Tao Dachun to chop the crossbow pole. It was Guo Xin, who was sent to Lijiazhai to "assist" Zheng Ziming, and Guo Xin, who was sent to Lijiazhai to "assist" Zheng Ziming, stood up at the critical moment and waved his knife to slash at the crossbow pole.

The thick smoke rolled, Zheng Ziming, Tao Dachun and Zhou Xin three risked being burned by the fire, and the steel knife was swept down. Tao Yong, Shi Chonggui and other Cangzhou warriors filled the river with wooden basins and leather bags, and poured them down the side of the ship.

The flames were light and dark, and the boat was rising and falling, and the hearts of the Liao soldiers on both sides of the shore also rose and fell. Seeing that the big ship was about to break away from the second ambush circle, a tall and red horse suddenly ran over the south bank of the Liao River. On the back of the horse, a man in his forties held his bow with his hands and put on a armor-breaking cone. No matter how the horse's back rose and fell, the cone edge was firmly aimed at Zheng Ziming's back.

"Master Han, Marshal Han!" The soldiers of Youzhou cheered in unison, and their dirty faces were filled with worship.

Han Kuangsi, the number one general in Youzhou, once shot his biological daughter to death with an arrow across the river bank! Yelu Huageli quickly recognized the identity of the person and his heart once again rose to his throat.

Han Kuangsi quickly pulled the giant bow and suddenly let go of his right hand. The feather arrow roared out. Zheng Ziming, who was struggling to chop the crossbow pole, vaguely heard the sound of the wind behind him, and instinctively turned around and waved the knife to block it. With a "clang!", sparks were everywhere, the steel knife was crooked, and the feather arrow flew backwards and fell into the water.

Before he could see who stole the killer, the second feather arrow broke through the air. He lit up the side of the ship with his feet, swung several feet away, and at the critical moment, he escaped from Shengtian. However, just when his body was in mid-air and was completely leveraging a rope to leverage the force, the third feather arrow had already escaped from Han Kuangsi's bowstring, and was unbiased, and was in the end of the cable tied to the mast.

"Crack!" The cable broke into two pieces, and Zheng Ziming's body fell directly towards the river. Just as his legs were about to sink into the water, Tao Dachun drove another cable and flew over his wrist.

"Get up!" The two brothers cooperated for many years, and had a tacit understanding in their hearts. They shouted and exerted force at the same time. With the help of the pull of the cable, they flew up from the water and jumped high towards the deck.

"Okay!" The southern bank of the Liao River was filled with joy. I don't know whether it was for Han Kuangsi's superb shooting skills or for Zheng Ziming and Tao Dachun to keep together in the two dangerous times.

"Do you guys die!" Han Kuangsi was so angry that he was so excited that he pulled out three wolf-toothed arrows at a time with his right hand, which was sandwiched between his fingers. He pulled the corner bow with both arms and pulled it all over, "Swoosh! Swosh! Swosh!" Three arrows were beating in succession, heading straight to the air and swinging towards the deck Zheng Ziming and Tao Dachun.

"Shameless!"

"Don't hurt people with hidden arrows!"

"The hidden arrow hurts people is not a hero!"

On both sides of the Liao River, countless people shouted instinctively, then quickly lowered their heads and covered their mouths. Even when they were on the hostile side, they hoped that they would never leave their brothers when they were in trouble. They could not bear the attacks on Han Kuangsi again and again.

"Let's go, don't worry about me!" Zheng Ziming pushed Tao Dachun suddenly, let go of his hand, and let himself fall from the air. The first cold arrow flew over his scalp, and the second cold arrow rubbed against Tao Dachun's armpits across the deck. The third cold arrow hit his right shoulder, instantly bringing out a cloud of blood mist.

"Swoosh!" "Swoosh!" Han Kuangsi turned a deaf ear to the insults around him, and continuously pulled the bowstrings, and three arrows were beads. This time, Zheng Ziming had nowhere to hide.

"It's over!" Yelu Huageli closed his eyes, unable to bear the sad end of seeing Zheng Ziming die by being penetrated by a feather arrow.

"Ah!" The scream suddenly sounded as soon as he closed his eyes, and instantly resounded across the banks of the Liao River. Yelu Huageli quickly opened his eyes and looked again. He saw a veteran with a rope tied around his waist and a shield in his hand flying down the air, blocking Zheng Ziming, blocking all three wolf-toothed arrows outside the shield.

"Pull me up!" Shi Chonggui put his son's waist in one hand, held a shield in the other, and ordered loudly. In an instant, he seemed to be back at the age of seventeen or eighteen, leading by example, and invincible.

"Be careful!" Tao Yong shouted with four Cangzhou warriors, and at the same time he pulled the rope hard and pulled Zheng Ziming and his son to the deck.

Zheng Ziming's legs fell to the ground and immediately broke free from his father's arms. He grabbed a steel knife with his left hand and swung it hard in front of him. With a "click", he cut the wolf-tooth arrow on his shoulder into two pieces, and the second half with feathers fell. Then, he raised his blade and slapped hard. "Bang", and a stream of plasma burst out from behind his shoulders. The clusters and rods that had penetrated his shoulders were slapped out together and flew far away against the deck.

"Swoosh swosh swosh!" Li Shun controlled the ship crossbow and shot at Han Kuangsi, forcing the man to dodge.

"Swoosh, swosh, swosh!" A new round of fire crossbow flew from the south bank, all landed at the stern of the ship, and none of them hit.

There was no more launch opportunity, the water flow was very fast, and when the crossbow cart was reloaded, the big ship must have left the attack range. However, half of the hull had burned and thick smoke was rolling.

On the banks of the river, all the soldiers of Liao Kingdom lost their interest in continuing to shoot arrows. They watched the ship go downstream and decided to completely hand over the fate of Zheng Ziming and others to God. If the ship is sunk by the fire, Zheng Ziming will be doomed. If the fire is successfully extinguished by the warriors in Cangzhou, it means that God does not want the heroes to die in a conspiracy, and no one needs to be a villain in vain.

At this moment, a low horn suddenly came from the downstream, "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Like a wolf howl, heart-wrenching.

Hundreds of fishing boats about twelve feet long and four feet wide, covered with black paint, and smelled of fishy smell, rushed upstream like crows fighting for carrion, pounced on the burning boat.
Chapter completed!