Chapter 574: Brand without Edge, City without Tears (Part 1)
"Go see Grandmaster Zhou." Peng Dahu said. After a moment, he was afraid that Shi Jin didn't know, so he added, "Master Zhou Tong."
"Master Zhou...is he still in the city?" Shi Jin hesitated and asked.
"Well, that's right, look at the person in front of you, it's Zuo Wenying, Zuo Nvxia next to Grandmaster Zhou." Peng Dahu said, "Grandmaster Zhou summoned me and other Green Forest people to plan something big."
Perhaps he was worried that Shi Jin would not want to participate, so he spoke a little cautiously. Looking at Shi Jin's expression, he said: "If this is accomplished, it will mean a narrow escape from death, but it will prevent the Jurchen army from going south. If it fails, it will be a narrow escape from death."
Sir, brother, I will see Grandmaster Zhou soon and you can consider whether to do it or not."
"Yeah." Shi Jin nodded and said, "Kill Nianhan."
He went all the way north and then south just for this matter. However, when he heard Qian Fei talk about it before, he still had a very casual and free attitude. Now that he said a few words, it was already heavy in his heart.
When Peng Dahu saw his eyes and expression, he nodded.
At this time, there was a lively search or massacre in the city. Seeing that they could not break out, some troops or wealthy households in the streets built fortifications and started street battles with the Jurchens. More people were driven out of their homes.
, either became prisoners, or were humiliated and massacred in large areas. The three of them ran along and passed several streets and alleys where they were fighting. Later, they met a small group of Jurchen enemies in a courtyard, and they started fighting again.
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Taking action at this time, Shi Jin saw that Zuo Wenying was wielding two willow leaves in addition to darts. A woman may not be as strong as a man, but her sword skills are sharp, cruel and swift. When she suddenly encounters an enemy, she pounces directly on the crowd and uses her blades.
Then it brought out a line of flying blood among the crowd. Each knife would hit the vital points in the throat, lower abdomen, crotch, and legs. Most of these places are soft, and they would either be directly fatal, or make the person lose the ability to move, or else they would be injured.
A lot of bloodletting, and she can separate people at the touch of a button, using the smallest amount of force to achieve maximum results, which is indeed the most suitable fighting style for the battlefield.
As for Peng Dahu, although his martial arts skills are slightly worse than Zuo Wenying's, he is strong in strength and has solid physical and internal strength. His kung fu is probably in his hands, and his sword skills are not great, but his cultivation is advanced.
Killing a few soldiers was still clean and neat. Shi Jin had been fighting on the city wall for a day. He already understood the principle of using the simplest movements to achieve maximum damage, and after stabbing a few people to death with a calm but concise marksmanship, he
It attracted Zuo Wenying's approving gaze.
Soon after, the sky became dark, and the only lights in the originally bustling city were the firelights reflecting the night sky. The black smoke pillars could be clearly seen against the night background. Various sounds of fighting and crying were heard.
It was even clearer in the city. After passing through a street, they also saw the Jurchens driving groups of nearby prisoners away. After walking a little further and entering a dilapidated and deserted courtyard on the side of the city, Shi Jin finally saw the gathering.
Greenwood people here.
Various swords, spears, and halberds, different costumes and voices, and most of the warriors with blood on their bodies gathered here because of Zhou Tong's reputation. There is a bamboo forest outside this courtyard, and there are about four or five courtyards inside, with the central one
There are rockeries and ponds. The ponds have dried up because they have not been taken care of for a long time. When Shi Jin entered, he calculated that there were probably hundreds of green forest warriors gathered here. A few were seriously injured and half were slightly injured. Most of them should have participated in the daytime activities.
Defending the city.
There was no firelight, and people's voices were not loud. Only occasional groans of pain could be heard in the dark and dull courtyard. The gray-haired old man bandaging a broken leg in front of the main hall was the legendary "Iron Arm"
Zhou Tong.
Outside the courtyard, people were coming towards us one after another. Some were exhausted, or some were carrying the injured on their backs. A few warriors who were still in good spirits were distributing dry food and water to the crowd.
Green Lin said big is big and small is small. Especially after such a battle, two people can probably chat in a low voice for a while when they meet. If Shi Jin's temperament was used in the past, he would probably have lost his temper with the people around him.
They were in harmony, but after Liangshan was broken, his mentality changed a lot. He found a place to sit down, ate dry food and drank water to regain his strength. He said no more, but occasionally looked at the busy old man in the crowd. As Lin Chong's master
, the world-famous knight, what can be seen at this time, actually does not have much extra.
As the night progressed, the agitation in the city still continued. At a certain moment, when someone was helping the wounded person pass by, Shi Jin's eyebrows moved slightly. He followed him all the way, and when the person put the wounded person in the corner, Shi Jin
It was identified that the man with an injured leg and half-body stained with blood was Qian Fei. Shi Jin walked over and bandaged him with medicine: "Brother Qian."
"Brother Shi, Shi." Qian Fei recognized the person in front of him and suddenly grabbed his arm, "Where have you been... Oh, you are here... Where is Brother Chen?"
They went all the way north, and when they entered Xinzhou City, only Shi Jin, Qian Fei and Chen Xiuqing were left. After placing Shi Jin and Chen Xiuqing in the civilian team, Qian Fei went to inquire about Zhou Tong's whereabouts, but he didn't expect that at this time
Just met again.
Shi Jin told Qian Fei about Chen Xiuqing's death. Qian Fei closed his eyes and took a sad breath when he opened them. In fact, he wanted to tell Shi Jin and Chen Xiuqing after hearing about Zhou Tong.
However, when he arrived there, the city wall had been broken. He fled all the way and was rescued only after being injured.
As the two of them were talking, Zhou Tong's voice sounded not far away.
"Dear Green Forest brothers and brothers on the road, I, Zhou Tong, can fight side by side with you today. It is the greatest honor of my life. How is the battle going? You all have experienced it today. I won't say more. If the Jurchens go south, they will definitely bring down the Wu Dynasty.
The lives of millions of compatriots are in ruins. My idea is very simple, we will assassinate Nianhan in Xinzhou City and do our part for the people of Wu Dynasty."
"Whether this trip succeeds or fails, it is not an exaggeration to say that there will be no life for ten times, but today in the city, the fierce Jurchens have all been seen. What my generation of warriors say is that when an ordinary man is angry, his blood will be splashed ten steps, and I have reached the age of
Eighty, I have lived enough, and I am willing to put my old body on such futile things. However, you may have wives, children, or parents at home. If you can fight against the Jurchens on the city wall today, it has no moral value.
Loss. Although the city gate is now occupied by Jurchens, with your skills, if you want to escape from the city, you still have a chance... What I want to say is..."
Zhou Tong has a great reputation in the world, but his eloquence may not be very good. He thought about it at this time: "What I want to say is that at midnight tonight, if any of you are seriously injured, I will arrange for you to leave and assassinate Nianhan."
, everyone..."
Just as he was saying this, someone in the crowd said, "Old man Zhou, I know what you are going to say." When everyone looked over, they saw a sword-wielding Taoist priest with white hair and a long beard. This man was also old.
But his body was stained with blood, and he had obviously killed many people in the war. His name was Qiu Henian. He was also a famous old man in the world.
Just listen to him say: "There are people who want to stay today. Naturally, they will join us in assassinating Nianhan. If there are people who don't want to stay, it can't be regarded as greedy for life and fear of death. It's just that the Jurchens are so fierce. They are marching with their troops."
After going south, how can your wife, children, and parents in our family have a happy death? Listen to the sound of Xinzhou City now, and one day we will hear the screams of our wives and children at home. I, Qiu Henian, will stay with you.
Together."
Zhou Tong bowed his hands.
Everyone thought about the Jurchens they saw on the city wall, and some people came out one after another: "I'm going with Zhou Yingxiong."
"I'm going to kill Nianhan..."
"And I."
"Although I am injured, I can still fight. I will never leave..."
"Being able to do this great thing with Zhou Yingxiong, even if I die, my life will not be in vain!"
When people's voices rang out, Zhou Tong pressed his hands down: "I understand, but among us, there are still seriously injured brothers. They have lost enough blood, and I must arrange for them to leave. If any of you
If anyone has the original intention to do this, come and tell me that if there is no one, I will pick someone, and I hope that the one who is picked will not resign from this important responsibility."
After Zhou Tong finished speaking about this matter, he turned around to discuss with others. The voices in the crowd became enthusiastic. When he mentioned the assassination of Nianhan, his blood was boiling. Many people could understand the meaning. However, after a while, Shi Jin also saw some people.
The figure left silently and quietly in the darkness. It was definitely impossible to hide such a thing from Zhou Tong, but from beginning to end, the old man did not say anything about it, nor did he arrange for anyone to stop it.
Someone came over to count the number of seriously injured people. Zhou Tong walked in the courtyard, talking quietly to each person, probably arranging people to escort the injured away. When the old man walked to Shi Jin, he asked his name.
What he had learned, he handed over his hands and walked away. Shi Jin's martial arts skills were not inferior to those of Zhou Tong's Fulu and Zuo Wenying. The old man could probably determine who he was just by looking at his body and listening to his breathing.
He is a master, and the people he arranged to leave were mostly young people with low martial arts skills. Naturally, they couldn't tell the history and put them on the list.
Near midnight, more than a dozen people were gathered together to escort more than a dozen seriously injured warriors away. Some warriors said they were absolutely unwilling to leave, but there was nothing they could do for a while. A Jurchen team had already arrived.
Here, the fire spread. Everyone left in two directions in chaos.
By the time they were moved to another hiding place that had suffered a military disaster, it was already early in the morning. Qian Fei, who was seriously injured, had been escorted away, and about seventy people gathered at Zhou Tong's side.
It is all the power that will assassinate Nianhan next.
Many years later, these things that happened in Xinzhou City were talked about impassionedly, but there was no such emotion during them. The pain and fatigue of fighting for a day swept over them. Even if they were talked about passionately, they were just for each other.
I deliberately encouraged myself to stay here, whether there would be any hope for the assassination, and what would happen after the assassination. Everything seemed so vague, and only the word death became real here.
In the darkness, the sound of killings in the city never stopped. Shi Jin sat in a corner of the yard and closed his eyes to meditate. When the night became a little quieter, he opened his eyes and saw the old man walking towards this side. He was a little confused. Unexpectedly, he stood up and cupped his hands. The old man cupped his hands in return, pointed to a collapsed wooden pillar on one side, and motioned for Shi Jin to sit down.
"Qian Fei told me before that there is a chivalrous man with strong martial arts who is the brother of my disciple. When I saw you, I didn't think of it. Later he told me about it and I remembered that it looked at your figure. , is proficient in stick techniques. You are the disciple of Coach Wang Jin, 'Nine Patterns Dragon' Shi Jin, right?" Zhou Tong looked at him and smiled, then sat down, "You are Lin Chong's brother." (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novels will be better and updated faster!
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