Ahead, the Khitan warriors were carrying out a large-scale massacre. The land there was stained red with blood. At the same time, the screams gradually decreased.
Wu Dazhi didn't care whether he would be injured or not, he rushed directly into the crowd of Khitan warriors. Taking advantage of the strength talisman, he jumped on the horseback and killed the two Khitan warriors directly under the horse with two swords.
The other Khitan warriors suddenly became panicked. They didn't know who Wu Dazhi was before, and they thought he was just like those Han Chinese who had no power to restrain a chicken.
But the facts before them told them that they paid a heavy price for their foolish judgment. There was no time to worry and think too much. In order to avoid a more serious disaster, they rode towards Wu Dazhi.
Wu Dazhi was not thinking about fighting these people with real swords and guns, but how to destroy their siege. Unexpectedly, before he could think of a way, the Khitan warriors themselves destroyed the formation.
Wu Dazhi took advantage of the gap and rushed over, but not far away was the smug messenger. Wu Dazhi knew in his heart that facing these brave and fierce Khitan warriors, he could never defeat them alone, and the only way was to capture the king.
The messenger barely reacted before he was pulled off his horse by Wu Dazhi. Before he could call out, Wu Dazhi's sword was already on his neck.
The messenger with the sword held at his neck was not as panicked as expected. He seemed sure that Wu Dazhi would not do anything to him.
"Do you think you can kill me? I tell you that is simply impossible! Everyone will see you, and unless you kill them all, they will put up a wanted notice for you when they go back! Come to
At that time, you will..."
Before the messenger could finish speaking, there was a howling like a killing pig. The reason was very simple. Wu Dazhi's sword had cut a gash in his neck, and blood was flowing continuously from the wound.
Facing the howling of the messenger, Wu Dazhi said coldly: "You can definitely ask these people to go back and issue wanted warrants, but I can tell you responsibly that I am not afraid of this, so put away your threats to me.
Feeling of superiority!”
Faced with Wu Dazhi's words, the envoy did not want to surrender immediately. He endured the pain and wanted to maintain his aloof appearance: "Do you know who I represent? I am..."
This time the wound on his neck did not expand, but he could clearly feel the pain coming from his arm. Because it was not a fatal wound, Wu Dazhi's blow was obviously more severe than before.
"Now listen to me!" Wu Dazhi gently approached the envoy's ear and whispered: "Let them put down their weapons, and then let them go!"
The messenger paused for a moment, then screamed: "Didn't you hear what he said? Put down your arms and let those people go! Let those people go!"
Wu Dazhi did not put all his main force on the messenger. He had to keep an eye on the six directions and listen to all directions in order to save his life.
Just when the two Khitan warriors were about to reach him, he waved the sword in his hand, and the faces of the warriors behind him who wanted to sneak attack immediately blossomed.
The Khitan warrior screamed, fell to the ground and began to roll. Even when Emperor Tianzuo was about to destroy the country, the Liao Dynasty was able to beat the shit out of the Song Dynasty. You can imagine how powerful their fighting power was.
But even with such a strong fighting power, it became vulnerable in front of Wu Dazhi's sword.
Wu Dazhi showed no mercy at all, and did not even look at the Khitan warrior who was rolling on the ground with his face covered in blood.
The sword dripping with blood was inadvertently swung by Wu Dazhi. Dozens of drops of blood splashed on the envoy's face. He immediately stopped shouting and looked at Wu Dazhi quietly and obediently.
He knelt on the ground with a plop. Wu Dazhi chuckled. He himself did not want to participate in this killing, but the feeling of being forced was not good.
"Let everyone leave! I don't want to say this again!" Wu Dazhi lifted the messenger up from the ground, and then said in a calm tone: "Don't test my patience. You know very well that men are the most impatient.
animal!"
How could the envoy still have the courage to resist now? Wu Dazhi had just struck the warriors he brought to the ground with just a slight wave of his hand. A person with no strength like him would only die if he resisted.
The messenger didn't hesitate at all, and with a cry in his voice, he repeated Wu Dazhi's words: "Let them go, let them go quickly! Everything must be done according to what he said!"
The Khitan warriors did not immediately follow the envoy's instructions. They had their own pride. They could not accept being so insulted.
The envoy didn't care about the pride of the Khitan warriors. Seeing that they had no intention of moving, he began to curse angrily:
"You idiots, are you willing to do it if he really kills me? If I die, you won't get any benefits if I go back!"
When the Khitan warriors heard this, they immediately removed all their offensive weapons and waited for the envoy to continue issuing orders.
Wu Dazhi looked at the remaining people and found that few of them could breathe. Even if they were still alive, their injuries were not light.
Wu Dazhi assessed in his mind that as it was now, they wouldn't be able to escape for long even if they escaped. After thinking about it, he glanced at the messenger and asked coldly:
"Is there a way to ensure they leave safely?"
The messenger thought for a moment, glanced at the bloody sword in Wu Dazhi's hand, swallowed the smear, and said in a trembling voice:
"Yes! But..."
"No buts!" Wu Dazhi ruthlessly interrupted the messenger: "I can tell you that Shuluping will have a very bad life in the future. If you really kill these people, you may not get any good results!"
The messenger looked at Wu Dazhi doubtfully. He didn't know how the strange-looking young man in front of him knew what was going to happen in the future. But after thinking about it, he decided not to take the gamble, lest he would not even have a chance to save himself.
Thinking of this, the messenger began to sweat more and more. He tremblingly put his hand into the pocket of his clothes:
"This is my token. I have been working with the Queen Mother before. She gave me this token. I can move around Daliao at will without anyone questioning me."
When the messenger spoke, Roda had already sat up from the ground, but the corpses on the ground kept him from waking up.
From heaven to hell, the change is only a matter of seconds. Yesterday, those who listened to him dreaming about a better life, but today they came here with the best wishes, and then turned into corpses, never to return.
The initial appearance.
Roda covered her face in pain, shook her head slowly, and rejected Wu Dazhi's kindness: "I don't want to leave! I want to stay here. These people died because of me. I must atone for my sins..."