Looking at Aunt Zhang who kept calling Uncle Ma inside the house, Dongzhang quietly stepped out.
Dongzhang, who had examined Uncle Ma's body, knew that there was nothing he could do about it. His internal organs had been injured and it was a very serious internal injury. He should leave the last time to the two of them.
Next, Dongzhang has more important things to do, that is, to completely eliminate the group of Mongolian soldiers.
Dongzhang walked through the messy and dilapidated village with a gloomy face. Hearing the constant crying in his ears, his mood became heavier and heavier. He changed from walking to walking quickly and finally to running at a gallop. His whole body was flowing.
The surging Qi made Dong Zhang reach a distance of seven or eight meters with every step he took, and his speed was getting faster and faster, like an afterimage, leaving only deep footprints on the ground.
On the official road more than ten miles away from Niujia Village, a group of fifteen Mongolian soldiers were laughing and joking on their tall horses, unaware that a mad beast was chasing them behind them.
The leader with a beard and a red face laughed wildly: "Brothers, the harvest this time is pretty good. Should we go to the Baihua Pavilion or the Hidden Flower Pavilion next?"
"I think the new girl from Baihua Pavilion a few days ago looks good, so I'll go there. How about that?"
"We will go wherever the captain says. Listen to the captain. Anyway, the captain eats meat. Just leave a few mouthfuls of hot soup for the brothers to try. Do you think so? Hahahahahaha."
A clever man with a rough face echoed, and then all the younger brothers burst into laughter. The scene was quite relaxed and comfortable, and they didn't feel that there was anything wrong with the disaster that had just been brought to Niujia Village.
A group of people walked slowly towards a nearby town, but little did they know that a god of death was approaching behind them.
Dongzhang at the other end followed the horse's hoof prints and ran for more than ten miles. He finally saw this team of fifteen Mongolian soldiers on a wide official road, and his gloomy eyes narrowed slightly.
Using both feet, he leapt to the last horse in the Mongolian troop. Before the Mongolian soldier on the horse could react, he unsheathed his sword and kicked the headless corpse off the horse with a single blow.
At this time, the people in front of No. 14 finally reacted. They all drew out their scimitars and glared at the young man in gray standing firmly on the horse behind them and yelled:
"who!?"
"Bold!!"
Then they all tightened their reins and surrounded Dongzhang's standing war horse. The bearded man glanced at his brother who had his head cut off. He woke up from the wine in an instant. Before beating the horse, he pointed his scimitar directly at the man standing on the horse's back.
Dongzhang shouted angrily: "Bold thief, do you know who we are?"
Facing the crowd, Dongzhang said calmly as usual: "I don't care who you are, I only ask this once."
"Have you just been to Niujia Village?"
Everyone was stunned for a moment and then laughed loudly: "Who do I think you are? It turns out that you are here to ask for an explanation from the untouchables in Niujia Village."
"So what, those untouchables were the ones we robbed. If you killed my brother, you won't be able to survive today. Brothers! Go ahead! Kill him to avenge your brother!"
"Woooo!!"
"Woo!"
"Woo!"
As soon as the nonsense was finished, a group of Mongolian soldiers screamed and started to kill Dongzhang. The group of people crisscrossed each other, and their skills in riding horses were quite good. However, Dongzhang, who was standing on the horse, was not afraid at all and even sneered.
Make a sound:
"That's good. I'll kill all of you barbarians today."
"You bastard, I'll kill you with one strike!"
A cavalryman galloped towards Dongzhang, waving a scimitar in his hand. As he approached Dongzhang, he bent his body towards the horse's belly, bent his scimitar in his hand, and tried hard to chop off Dongzhang's feet. This horse-controlling skill was clearly that of a veteran who has been on the battlefield for a long time.
Already.
But before the scimitar could touch Dong Zhang's feet, the hand holding the knife had already flown into the air. Before the man could scream, his head was pierced by Dong Zhang's sword. The moment he drew the sword, he was taken out.
There were many red and white things, and people also fell off their horses. It took a while, but it was actually just a split second. Just as one person was assassinated, two more horsemen came out from different directions to attack Dong Zhang with their swords.
Although these Mongolian soldiers have no internal skills, they have been practicing the art of joint attack in the army for many years. You come and go, never giving the opponent a moment to breathe. Ordinary martial arts people will also have a lot of troubles when they encounter one.
You might even fall into their trap if you're not careful.
At this moment, facing the machetes slashing from front to back, Dongzhang immediately gave up his original horseback, jumped to avoid two cold steel knives, and neatly smashed the head of a Mongolian soldier with a backhand sword in the air.
rip.
When he was about to fall to the ground, he grabbed the tail of the horse that was running forward with his left hand. With the help of the reaction force, he instantly jumped on the painful war horse. He crouched down and stood in front of him with a long sword filled with internal strength to block the two swings.
The scimitar came forward, and then he quickly cut off the head of one of the knights with a backhand sword.
The war horses were flying, and in just a split second, Dongzhang easily killed three of the fifteen-man team. Looking at the mysterious young man with blood-stained sleeves, the bearded man knew that he had encountered a tough situation this time.
He began to reorganize his team and surrounded Dongzhang, constantly wandering around, looking for opportunities to attack again. Dongzhang stood up on horseback again and casually shook off the blood stains on his sword. He held the fine steel sword in his hand and looked at it expressionlessly.
Mongolian soldiers and cavalry wandering around.
His cold eyes narrowed, and he already had a strategy in mind to defeat the enemy quickly. This group of Mongolian soldiers were all riding horses in a circle around Dong Zhang in a clockwise direction, and Dong Zhang was practicing the art of drawing swords day and night in pursuit of a quick attack.
The word means the art of quickly killing the enemy.
This time, after having a plan in mind, he no longer waited for the enemy to come forward, but started to take the initiative to attack. Dong Zhang, who was still standing just now, squatted down, secretly accumulating strength on his knees, and held the long sword in his hand.
He looked at the Mongolian soldiers wandering around him with cold eyes.
When he saw Dongzhang's action, the captain's face froze and he couldn't help shouting: "Everyone, be careful, he is about to take action!!"
But before the sound could be heard, Dong Zhang was already flying towards a nearby Mongolian soldier like a sword from its sheath. The huge force of his legs knocked over the standing war horse. The Mongolian soldier was unbelievable.
With such eyes, he drew his sword with his backhand and took away a fresh life in an instant.
Kicking over the headless corpse, Dongzhang's long sword was instantly reversed, and he bent his knees and jumped on the horse in front. Because the horse team was in a circle, the Mongolian soldiers in front of Dongzhang all had their backs to him.
, every time you step on a horse, you take away a life, without exception.
After Dongzhang quickly killed seven or eight Mongolian soldiers, the team reacted instantly. Everyone reined in the reins and stopped their horses, but it was too late. At this time, there were only four or five Mongolians left in the entire team.
The soldiers could no longer lay siege to Dongzhang.
In order to prevent them from retreating, Dongzhang simply walked down to the ground and charged at the remaining Mongolian soldiers with his sword. With his deep breath, he rushed into the pile of horses with one breath, swaying left and right, and all four
The throats of all the war horses were cut easily by Dong Zhang, and only the bearded horse narrowly avoided Dong Zhang's throat cutting.
Looking at the four Mongolian soldiers who fell to the ground, Dongzhang chuckled and stepped forward. Without the blessing of the war horses, the well-trained Mongolian soldiers were as vulnerable as chickens and dogs in front of Dongzhang who was so cultivated.
After just one encounter, Dongzhang's lightning-fast sword took away his head.
The only man with a beard sitting on the horse who had experienced many battles was finally frightened by Dongzhang's killing. His face suddenly changed, he reined in the reins and turned the horse's head to flee the scene.
But Dongzhang just shook off the blood stains on his sword, watched Beard turning his horse's head to escape, and said softly: