Almost at the same time, a group of men in black rushed in at the door and started slashing at the soldiers.
"ah!"
Everyone else was notified, but Zhang Sui was not notified. The slightly drunk person had no time to subconsciously dodge when he saw a cold light coming towards him. Although he escaped the fatal blow and his head was not cut in half, his head was not cut in half.
His shoulder was grazed by the sword, and a blood mark penetrated a finger deep. He screamed in pain immediately.
The person who suddenly attacked him was the guard who thought he had some friendship with him. This guard looked ferocious at the moment and was merciless in his attack.
Fortunately, someone pulled hard, causing Zhang Sui to tilt sideways, and at the same time, he avoided the battlefield in this small area.
With a grunt, he rolled under the table and breathed a sigh of relief. The wound on his shoulder almost made him cry, but the physiological tears were frightened back by a human head rolling to the ground.
The owner of this head was viciously turning against himself and wanted to cut his head in half, but in the end, it was the other party who lost his head.
I have to say that for Zhang Sui, this was both a relief and a bit too exciting.
I originally thought that being this guide would require some effort and several days of hard work on the dry road, but it would be a good job to be able to show my face in front of the imperial envoy Luo, and to form a good relationship with the new top scholar who obviously had a bright future.
Who could have imagined that someone would mobilize an army to assassinate a new scholar who had just entered the officialdom?
And it was not an assassination by an outsider, it was "one of our own"!
As an eighth-grade official, being able to sneak into the imperial envoys relies on his brains. After the initial fright, Zhang Sui began to cry secretly.
"This obviously offended someone!"
"Don't care whether these people are here for Mr. Su, or for the sake of Shun'an Mansion. They don't want anyone to take office, or there are people behind them who are adding fuel to the flames and want to muddy the waters. You can't follow them any longer!"
"If you keep following me, my little life will be lost on this road!"
"If I can survive this time, I must find a reason to go back. It's only proper to return to the imperial envoy team." With this thought in mind, he shrank further into the corner.
"Kill!" The two sides collided and fought for their lives. The screams kept ringing. Although they were guards, but they attacked and killed the imperial officials and were the number one scholar in the dynasty. It would be a disaster for them to survive. Now they know that there is no way.
If you survive, you will fight to the death.
The guards had outstanding skills, but they were not soldiers after all, and they did not practice fighting formations. More importantly, one of the guards slashed at the soldier with his sword. The soldier grunted, but heard the clanking of armor leaves. The sword penetrated, but not deeply.
"When did the enemy wear thin armor?"
This situation made the guards feel chilled. The men in black who rushed in from the outside originally planned to cooperate with the people inside in order to protect Su Ziji and his group. However, when they rushed in, they found that most of their own people inside had been chopped down.
These men in black who rushed in were more like "dogs" being beaten behind closed doors.
Su Ziji said in a deep voice: "Leave no one alive, kill them all!"
At this time, almost all the guards were dead. The chief tore off his outer robe, and the armor leaves on his body made a clanging sound: "I'm here to take the order!"
Listening to the fighting outside, Xun Sichen's face turned pale inside the screen, and he asked Su Ziji: "Did you know this a long time ago?"
As he said that, he smiled miserably: "Yes, when we entered the store just now, our people came in. Your people said they were setting up camp for the ox cart to avoid getting lost. It was then that they put on their inner armor, right?"
"We...we didn't die unjustly."
With the same martial arts, the role of equipment is irreplaceable.
In the martial arts world, there was once a man named Ding Daxia who "has a sword in his heart but no sword in his hand". He claimed that his swordsmanship had reached the highest level, and anything in his hand could be a sword, be it a branch, a twig, or even an embroidery thread.
This claim shocked the martial arts world and spread throughout the world.
As a result, on the third day, he was attacked by Gu Shiba, a swordsman who was even inferior to him. With one strike, Ding Daxia's wooden sword and his head were cut into two pieces, which became a joke that has been circulating in the martial arts for three to four hundred years.
In fact, Daxia Ding may be able to deal with ordinary swordsmen with a branch or a piece of flexible sword, but against people of the same level, he is looking for death.
It is a basic operation for a soldier wearing armor to kill three or five soldiers without armor.
Therefore, the current rule in the martial arts world is that the stronger your martial arts, the more you pursue magical weapons or soft armor with high defense. Don't feel too comfortable killing an equal master.
Xun Sichen gave up hope on the men in black. They were originally recruited ruffians and bandits. After all the guards were dead, how many more rounds could they last?
Listening to the screams outside, Su Ziji did not answer. He was in a trance and said calmly: "You and I have been dating for a while. Although we have only been together for a few days, we can be considered friends. Now that you have surrendered, I
I can spare you."
Xun Sichen, who originally thought that he would hate himself after this incident, suddenly laughed bitterly when he heard Su Ziji say this.
He was really alone, and he was afraid of agreeing immediately. After all, it was really uncomfortable to be used as cannon fodder, but he was not alone.
"Master Su, you only have one wife, but my family has seventeen people."
"Do you know why I threw a steamed bun to that beggar just now? I'm not kind-hearted. If I see other beggars, I won't even give him a look."
"Just because my two children are only a few years younger than them, they have just learned to walk and call people. When I see them, I can't help but think of my youngest son, my wife, and me.
My mother..."
At this point, Xun Sichen slowly drew his sword: "If I surrender, my relatives will die. If I die, they can live on and receive compensation. For them, I have no other choice but to fight to the death.
"
"What a pity." Su Ziji looked at it and saw a flash of determination on Xun Sichen's face, and could only sigh.
If I can subdue him, I really don’t want to take this person’s life.
After all, he is a talented person. If he is given a few more years and given the opportunity to make contributions and grow, he may not be able to become a member of the generals. It is a pity.
"That's right. Even Bai Qi, Han Xin and others lost countless lives during the charge."
"If you can't decide to survive, you can only die."
Seeing that Xun Sichen had already rushed forward, the sword flashed through the air, he rushed in fiercely and fearlessly, and the sword was ruthless. This was exactly the sword technique in the army. Su Ziji passed by the side, and in the moment of crossing, the sword moved forward.
He tilted, rushed three feet and suddenly stopped.
The person stood still, and a faint glow of blood appeared five inches in front of the sword tip. The figure suddenly moved and then became still. This brief momentary change was too short-lived. It seemed that nothing had happened just now, it was just an illusion.
With a soft sound, Su Ziji, who had changed his position, sheathed his sword coldly, his expression calm.
However, Xun Sichen's sword failed and he couldn't stop his momentum. He staggered forward and the blood from his neck was like a spring, quickly soaking through his shirt. His throat rattled and he tried to cover it, but the blood spattered out.
The spray didn't hit the person who did it, but sprayed all over the face of the beggar who hid in the corner at some point.
"Did you regret it before you died? It's a pity that it's too late." Seeing Xun Sichen's body twitching, Su Ziji sighed. He said he was not afraid of death, but it is said that 95% of people who really commit suicide will not try it a second time.