Under the impact of the impact, the gun barrel bent rapidly, lifting the black-clad assassin off the saddle.
Immediately, due to the loss of obstruction, it instantly bounced straight and threw the body far into the air.
"Inspector Han——" Dou Rong suddenly remembered that she was afraid, so she cried and slowed down her mount.
Han Qing rushed past her on horseback without making the slightest pause, "Chase that one and catch him alive!"
"Yeah!" Dou Rong's tears immediately came back to her eyes, she gritted her teeth and nodded vigorously. Then, her legs clamped hard on the mount's belly, and the man and horse followed Han Qing like a whirlwind.
"The thief is injured and can't run far!" Hearing the sound of horse hooves behind him, Han Qing pointed his spear at the back of the last black-clothed assassin and explained loudly, "Catch him and take him back.
Dig out the people who ordered him."
"Yes!" Dou Rong nodded vigorously again, then took out the last flying knife from his waist and threw it at the assassin in black who was hurriedly fleeing for his life.
Her arm strength was limited, and the flying knife only passed about one-third of the distance between the two parties before falling to the ground.
However, this action reminded Han Qing. The latter immediately raised the spear above his head with one hand, stood upright on the stirrups with both legs at the same time, and then made a pull-back movement with his upper body, taking advantage of the running speed of the mount.
, struggling to move his arms forward.
"Huh--" He used the spear as a javelin, soared into the air, passed a full sixty meters away, and hit the assassin's side heavily.
It still didn't hit the target, but it frightened the black-clothed assassin so much that he screamed and hid his body to the side of the horse.
Hiding in stirrups is a very effective tactic when used on two armies to avoid enemy attacks. However, when used on the way to escape, it is superfluous.
In order to maintain the balance of the body, the assassin's mount could only actively slow down. Han Qing did not hit the opponent with a single shot, but decisively sat back on the saddle and drew the Tang Dao from his waist with one hand.
The yellow horse and the black horse accelerated side by side, leading Han Qing and Dou Rong at a fast pace. In just a few clicks, the distance between the two and the last assassin was shortened to about thirty meters.
The assassin finally realized that he had used the wrong trick, and hurriedly adjusted his posture and tried to return to the saddle. However, he forgot that there was an arrow stuck in his right shoulder blade. His body movements were too violent, and the pain was like stars in front of his eyes.
Randomly.
"Ah -" the assassin screamed and fell to the right side of the war horse again. The poor war horse had to slow down even more in order to maintain its balance.
The black-clothed assassin was in a panic. He gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain. He used his arms again and tried to pull himself back onto the saddle. Before he could get what he wanted, Han Qing and Dou Rong had already chased him from behind.
Left and right, sandwiching him in the middle.
"Dismount if you don't want to die!" The Tang Dao in Han Qing's hand fell quickly, deflected at the last moment, and hit the black-clothed assassin's left arm hard.
The black-clothed assassin screamed in pain, but had to tighten the reins in his left hand to prevent him from falling under the horse. His mount was choked by the reins so much that blood came from the corners of its mouth, and it screamed in protest while helplessly slowing down its four hooves.
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Han Qing and Dou Rong looked at each other, and for a moment they understood each other.
One decisively slowed down his yellow horse, went around behind the assassin, and pressed the Tang sword diagonally towards the assassin's neck. The other silently urged the black horse to pass the assassin, and the sword rotated with his body, pointing at the assassin's throat from a distance.
"Catch the assassin, catch the assassin!" A dozen archers and Xiangyong who had jumped on their mounts in time finally caught up and quickly formed a circle around them. Then they jumped off the horse and threw the assassin to the ground.
Rope tying.
Han Qing felt that he was not good at interrogating prisoners. Therefore, after handing over the assassins to the archers and local warriors, he immediately returned to Ziwu Village to inspect the Yamen together with Dou Rong.
After the two men reported the matter, they were invited into the back hall. Li Yuan had been treated by the doctor.
Due to excessive blood loss, the little fat man fell into a coma immediately after taking the medicine. He still frowned in pain in his sleep, but insisted on not making any moans.
"Uncle Shi, Han is so virtuous that he is dragging Li Yuan down!" Originally, calling Li Yu, who was mentally the same age as him, as his elder would have made Han Qing feel very awkward. However, when he saw Li Yu's waist suddenly hunched over,
For a moment, the word "Uncle Shi" was shouted by him without any delay.
"It's none of your business. I underestimated the courage of those bastards!" Li Yu's eyes turned red and he shook his head repeatedly.
If he grabbed the collar of his clothes and yelled at him, or if he grabbed his arm and urged him to write a letter back to Bianliang as he did a few days ago, asking his elders to mobilize the family's strength for revenge, Han Qing might feel better.
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But when Li Yu placed all the blame on himself and did not complain or ask for help, Han Qing immediately felt even more guilty.
If someone Han hadn't come to defect, Ziwu Village and Ding'an County Government wouldn't have been able to fight each other, let alone any conflict.
If Han hadn't been recuperating in Ziwu Village, the little fat man wouldn't have suffered the same fate.
But before someone Han traveled through time, the former owner of the body had a falling out with the Han family in Bianliang. In a short period of time, there was no way to look back.
However, Han was simply unable to mobilize the family power that Li Yu expected Han to mobilize.
However, Mr. Han’s previous plan was to walk away and ignore the mud pit here in Ding’an County from now on!
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"Uncle Shi, Dou Rong and I jointly killed two assassins and brought back one alive." The guiltier Han Qing felt in his heart, the more anxious he was to make amends. He gritted his teeth and lowered his voice to report.
According to his idea, as long as the assassin's confession is interrogated, Zhang Wei and others can pay for their debt with blood.
After all, no matter how bad the officialdom in the northwest of the Song Dynasty was, it should not be so bad that officials could openly dispatch minions to assassinate political opponents.
What's more, the assassins also crossed the border of Ding'an County and killed Ziwu Village hundreds of miles away.
However, Li Yu's reaction was once again beyond his expectation.
"It's useless!" Li Yu, who suddenly seemed ten years older, sighed and shook his head at him, "Those who can be sent out must be dead soldiers. They will not easily reveal the mastermind behind them. Even if the assassin cannot be punished.
, confessed to Zhang Wei and others. The one named Zhang could have been killed and refused to admit his guilt."
After a pause, his waist became more stooped, and his face became more and more haggard, "Li wants to take revenge. There are only two ways. One is to file a lawsuit with you and file a lawsuit with them. Then, continue to compete with others.
, which can make the superiors believe that whose background is stronger. The second point..."
Gritting his teeth suddenly, he put his hand on the hilt of the sword, "Just lead people to kill them, tit for tat!"
Before he finished speaking, the mother of the little fat Li Yuan, who had been sitting by the bed and weeping silently, suddenly jumped up and grabbed his arm tightly, "No -! Don't go! We won't fight anymore, we admit it.
Damn it. My son only has half his life left. If you also have something wrong with you, how can I live? Wuwu, Wuwuwuwu..."
Not a single word was directed at Han Qing.
However, her cries were like muffled thunder, which made Han Qing feel ashamed.
Silently bowing to the embarrassed Li Yu, Han Qing quickly exited the back hall.
Just as he stepped down the steps, he saw Dou Rong riding his big black horse and leading a maroon horse, rushing in front of him like a whirlwind.
Once again, he had a good rapport with the other party, and he took the reins of the bay-red horse without hesitation and turned over.
In the blink of an eye, two lightning-fast figures rushed out of Ziwu Village and quickly disappeared on the mountain road.
