Xu Ahliu is a thoroughly evil gangster, but he is also a thoroughly loyal servant.
He had just broken out of the siege and came to the stable to snatch horses and meet the bandit leader Qiu Wanliang.
At this moment, he didn't care that his legs were bleeding profusely, he grabbed the horse's belly and ran towards Qiu Wanliang, a hundred steps away.
Behind Qiu Wanliang, seven or eight of his guards who had been with him for many years were forming a formation, blocking the stone road and fighting to the death with the soldiers led by Niu Chengzhong.
Some of the guards also used spears, and they were very experienced in fighting. After more than a dozen rounds, their marksmanship was not inferior to that of Niu Chengzhong.
During the escape time that the guards had bought for him, Qiu Wanliang ran to Xu A's six horses and got on his horse.
Niu Chengzhong's eyes were about to burst, and he shouted loudly. His silver spear was as fast as lightning and as fast as a whirlwind. With a move of "Canglong Tail Swing", he finally stabbed three opponents in a row and penetrated a gap in the opponent's formation.
He stood up with his gun, avoiding the enemy's blades who were replenishing the formation. His two strong long legs were like heavy hammers beating drums, kicking several people on the shoulders, and taking advantage of the situation, he jumped out and chased Qiu Wanliang straight with his gun drawn.
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At the other end of the stone avenue, Zheng Haizhu was looking at Huang Zunsu in surprise, holding a small porcelain jar-like thing in his hand, and lighting the fuse drawn from the mouth of the jar on the stable torch.
She stabilized her mind and ordered Huang Zunsu and Han Ximeng to step back in a deep voice. Then she raised the porcelain jar and boldly stared at the fuse that looked like miniature fireworks.
Fortunately, the length of the lead was just right. When the sparks approached the mouth of the porcelain bottle, Xu Aliu and Qiu Wanliang's horses just galloped past.
Zheng Haizhu rounded her arms and threw the porcelain jar in front of the horse.
"Ping-pah-"
The moment the porcelain jar hit the ground, it didn't shatter, but completely exploded like a grenade.
In addition to the sharp porcelain pieces that exploded, there were also dozens of iron needles hidden in jars. Most of them pierced the horses and gangsters who happened to step within the radius of the explosion in an instant.
The galloping horse neighed, and instinctively raised its front hooves in pain, throwing Qiu Wanliang and Xu Aliu off its back.
An iron needle was driven into Xu Aliu's healthy eyeball, which instantly turned him into a completely blind waste. In addition, blood spurted from the artery in his leg. He lay on the ground like a locust soaked in salt brine, covering his head.
He twisted his face for a moment and then fainted.
When Qiu Wanliang mounted his horse, he was behind Xu Aliu, and the vital parts of his chest and abdomen were blocked. He struggled to get up, trying to find another horse to escape.
Suddenly, I heard the rustling of tiles in the armory in the distance, and a figure running on it.
It was another capable subordinate of Qiu Wanliang. He escaped from nowhere and jumped onto the roof. With the sound of a machine gun, a crossbow arrow whizzed away towards Niu Chengzhong who was chasing Qiu Wanliang with a gun.
Niu Chengzhong had been lurking in this bandit den for more than half a year. He knew the weapons that the strong generals in the bandit den were good at and was also familiar with crossbows. When he heard the sound of the crossbow, he immediately nodded his gun to the ground, jumped up, did a backflip, and escaped.
Crossbow arrows.
The crossbowman continued to fly over the eaves, loading the second crossbow arrow with ease.
However, before the string was firmly wound, the tiles in front of him suddenly exploded, and the crossbowman rolled down the roof wailing like a carp splashed by a huge boulder in the pond, covered with broken porcelain and iron needles.
On the stone roadside, Huang Zunsu stared in surprise at Zheng Haizhu who threw the second porcelain jar, while Han Ximeng couldn't hide his excitement and clapped his hands and shouted: "I hit it, I hit it again!"
Over there, Niu Chengzhong had already caught up with Qiu Wanliang, and with the advantage of his long spear, he struck out with a "kite at the quail", and the tip of the spear pierced Qiu Wanliang's legs.
Qiu Wanliang blocked it with his sword, but was bounced ten feet away by the impact and fell to the ground.
Niu Chengzhong threw away his spear, took two long strides, rushed over and kicked Qiu Wanliang's sword away, then sat on him, locked his throat with his left hand, and took out the short knife on his belt with his right hand.
"Qiu Wanliang, do you still remember Ma Xuanfu who died in the imperial prison in the capital?"
"Prison order... Ma? Shizhu Xuanfu made Ma Qiancheng?" Qiu Wanliang's voice was hoarse, and the viciousness and cruelty accumulated over the years were finally gone from his eyes, replaced by panic and fear.
He stared at the face in front of him.
This handsome and upright facial features are not similar to Ma Qiancheng, but his eyes... Qiu Wanliang finally realized that no wonder he always felt like déjà vu when he saw Niu Chengzhong for the first time. It turned out that his eyes were like that of the man who died in prison.
General of Shu.
"You are Ma Qiancheng's son..."
Before Qiu Wanliang could say the word "zi", Niu Chengzhong had already raised the knife and slit his throat.
The blood spurting out of the trachea made a "pop" sound. Qiu Wanliang's eyes protruded, his mouth opened wide, hesing and hesing, trying to breathe for survival. Like his twitching legs and feet, he eventually fell silent.
"Young Master! Young Master, is he injured?"
"Young Master! My subordinates have killed all 26 of Qiu Wanliang's direct bandit generals, including Xu Aliu. In addition to the dead ones, the rest of the bandits are either injured or bound. How to deal with them? Please tell me.
Young Master, please show me."
The generals who had been fighting all night gradually gathered together and threw dozens of dead bodies to the ground, arranging them face up.
Niu Chengzhong stood up slowly, took a rosin torch, looked at the faces of the corpses one by one, then turned to his subordinates and said: "Bring those who are alive, I have something to say to them."
After he gave the order, he walked a few steps forward and picked up a piece of shiny white porcelain.
It was already past the beginning of the twelfth lunar month, and in the summer and autumn seasons along the southeastern coast, the sun rises very early.
Although the dawn in the eastern sky is light, it is enough to illuminate another pair of heroic eyes.
Niu Chengzhong walked up to Zheng Haizhu holding the piece of porcelain and saw that her left hand was tightly holding the short blade he had given her for self-defense.
The short blade was dripping with blood, her wrists exposed outside her narrow sleeves, and even her oval face that still looked childish was stained with blood.
"This is porcelain thunder." Zheng Haizhu explained while looking at the porcelain piece in Niu Chengzhong's hand.
"Oh, I've only seen Zhentian Lei."
"Well, this kind of porcelain thunder was made by Miss and I not long ago. I didn't expect it to actually work."
Zheng Haizhu has a clear and pleasant voice.
From her expression of hesitation that remained in her excitement, from her slightly trembling figure in the morning breeze that was not yet cool in autumn, Niu Chengzhong could be sure that she was by no means someone who had experienced fighting battles and was familiar with the light and shadow of swords.
But she didn't lose.
"Girl," the young avenger finally relaxed his lips, smiled faintly, and asked, "I don't know the girl's surname yet."