Seeing the bearded man who had beaten the horse and ran more than ten meters away, Dongzhang picked up a few stones and galloped away with the horse.
The long sword was returned to its sheath, and Dong Zhang, who was galloping, silently thought about the distance between the two sides, ten, nine, eight, seven.
There was a loud bang, and the galloping war horse was hit by a stone filled with internal energy from Dong Zhang, which pierced the horse's leg, hissing, hissing!!!
The galloping war horse screamed and fell to the ground, throwing away the whiskers on its back. It fell seven or eight meters away. The whiskers that fell to the ground got up awkwardly and with difficulty, without even daring to look back.
Ya stumbled and ran towards the road.
Dongzhang, on the other hand, slowly followed Luo Huhu without saying a word. After running a certain distance, Luohu looked back and saw Dongzhang hanging tightly behind him. He could not help but cry out for help desperately on the empty road: "
Help! He’s killing people! Help! Help!!”
Haha, now you know how to ask for help. It seems that not many people can face death calmly.
Finally, Luo Xihu ran into a jungle, and Dongzhang naturally couldn't let him escape from his sight. He hung tightly behind him and took his time, allowing Luo Xiu, who was running away, to fully understand what was going on.
Take away the taste of despair.
Finally, Dongzhang, who had had enough fun, took out the long sword from his waist. The long sword with a sheath shot out and knocked off the beard holding the scimitar. The long sword with a sheath was firmly nailed in front of the beard.
Hu staggered and fell to the ground.
Dongzhang walked slowly to Luo Xihu, pulled out the long sword on the ground, put his foot on Luo Xihu's chest, held the tip of the cold sword against his forehead, and said softly: "The pickled fish family
Did you do it with your hands?"
His eyes looked at the long sword that had pierced the skin of his forehead in horror, and the bearded man said with a panicked face: "Young hero, spare your life, young hero, spare your life, I really didn't do this, and I didn't know they were your relatives.
Maybe it's the gangsters down there who are responsible. Knowing that those two elders are your relatives, I don't dare to act presumptuously even if I'm ten times younger. Misunderstanding, it's a complete misunderstanding. Do you think this will work? I'll go and give it to the two elders myself.
Apologize and compensate them ten times, no, a hundred times, okay, okay, young hero, please don’t be impulsive."
"In this way, you can save my life, and I can let go of your killing of my subordinates back to the team, and everyone can go their separate ways, how about that??"
"Hehehehe, hahahahaha"
Looking at Dongzhang who suddenly chuckled, the bearded man sitting on the ground also laughed apologetically: "Hahahahaha, right? Many friends are better than many enemies. Don't you think so? Where are the two elders?
I will immediately offer a hundredfold compensation to ensure that they are satisfied. It is not a big deal in the first place, and there is no need for us to confront each other with swords as soon as we meet, don't you think?"
"Yeah, how big of a deal is it? If you answer honestly, I'll let you go."
"Okay, okay, I'm sure you will tell me everything you know. May I ask, young hero?"
Looking at the bearded man who was nodding like garlic, Dongzhang looked down at him with a cold gaze and asked softly: "Did you inflict the wounds on the old man?"
"No, no, absolutely not"
Before the bearded man could finish his denial, the sword on his forehead had penetrated two more points into the bone. He was so frightened that he quickly changed his words: "Yes, it was a kick, just one kick."
Carefully looking at the expressionless Dongzhang, the bearded man responded quietly in a low voice.
"Which foot kicked it?"
"Uh, this, right"
The inquiry was wrong, and just as Beard was about to change his words, a sharp pain suddenly shot up into his brain.
"ah!!!"
"Is this this one?"
Dong Zhang crushed the knee of Lu Xiu's right leg with his foot, and asked softly.
"No, no, no."
"ah!!!"
As soon as he answered, another scream rang out, but Dong Zhang crushed the knee of the other leg again.
"That's the one."
"You bastard!!"
Wu Xiu turned his head around the long sword in front of his forehead, straightened up and punched Dongzhang, bang!!! But then a loud slap sounded, and the huge force instantly took away several of Lu Xiu's front teeth.
"It's quite lively."
Dongzhang's sword plunged straight into the ground. He looked at the bearded man whose half of the face was swollen, pressed his feet against his hands, leaned over and said softly: "Is this how you were beaten in the first place?"
Then he slapped his beard with both hands left and right until the whole face was completely devoid of human appearance: "How about it, it feels wonderful to bully someone. You want to apologize to someone, but that person has to be alive.
.”
At this time, he could no longer see that Dong Zhang had no intention of letting him go from the beginning, so Huo Hu's half-life had been wasted. His eyes were so swollen that he could only look at Dong Zhang through the slits in his eyes, and vomited two mouthfuls of blood.
He spat, but he smiled like a bachelor and said: "The king should have killed all of you untouchables from the Song Dynasty, leaving no one alive. Every day I see you untouchables from the Central Plains living in the land that we fought for our lives, and I feel sad in my heart.
I'm so irritated and panicked, I should, I should kill them all, kill them all!!! No matter what, I've already killed enough of my base, come on, kill me!!!"
Dongzhang looked at the scolding veteran with an expressionless face, and pierced his mouth with just one sword, stopping him from cursing angrily. Then he looked at the unsmiling bearded man and put the sword into its sheath, turning around.
After walking out of the jungle, a soft voice came from behind:
"Then do you know that many years ago, the land under your feet belonged to the Song people?"
Niujia Village, when Dongzhang arrived at Uncle Ma's house covered in blood.
I saw Aunt Zhang and Uncle Ma lying quietly on the couch, and Aunt Zhang had a short knife stuck in her abdomen. They both passed away peacefully.
Seeing this, Zhang Dong didn't say anything. He held the money he had collected from the Mongolian soldiers in his hand and tightened it unconsciously. He turned around and walked out of the house with an expressionless face. He looked up at the blue sky and sighed deeply.
One breath.
Sitting on the couch where I had a chat with Aunt Zhang last night, I stared blankly at the silence of the sky.
"Yes, life is like this. If there are people who are good at talking, there will be people who are good at listening."
Even if Uncle Ma goes, you will definitely go down and chat with him. I really envy Uncle Ma.
That night, Zhang Dong buried Uncle Ma and Aunt Zhang in the woods not far from the village. After careful consideration, he finally placed some scattered silver coins looted from the Mongolian soldiers outside the door of the victim in the village.
, but the banknotes with huge denominations did not dare to be scattered randomly, even though the place where Dongzhang killed the Mongolian soldier team was quite far away from Niujia Village, and anyone who looked at the wounds of those Mongolian soldiers could imagine that they were not caused by ordinary people.
, Normally, Niujia Village should not be blamed, but Dongzhang cannot bet, and he dare not bet. Dongzhang himself can just pat his ass and leave, but the people in Niujia Village cannot leave. If the news spreads, it may
What the village faced was a disaster.
Taking one last look at the village where he stayed for a night, Dongzhang resolutely left alone and quietly.