Two hundred and twenty-three barbarians must not pass
In the small amusement park, Zhang Ziwen, who was soaked in blood, leaned against the rockery of a rockery and panted, surrounded by the corpses of his colleagues and barbarians. None of the barbarians here could escape. Most of it was his plan, and they were hit by the crossbows of the cavalry crossbows.
The poison is applied to make up for its lack of lethality. A little skin trauma can allow the toxins on the crossbow arrows to enter the human bloodstream.
This is not the right path that military strategists advocate, but in Zhang Ziwen's view, as long as victory can be achieved, whether it is the sunny way or the crooked way has nothing to do with the overall situation.
A considerable number of barbarian warriors had purple faces and foamed at the mouth. They all relied on the merits of those poison-quenching crossbow arrows. The poison that originally took a few moments to take effect took effect faster on the warriors. It was nothing more than fighting with others and the flow of their own blood.
The reason is far beyond ordinary people.
However, the sick tiger is so powerful that the wolves are still no match for it.
Song Zhiwen's personal bodyguards were either experts selected from the Jinzhou Army or veterans brought from Jiangzhou. Many of their martial arts levels were inferior to those of the barbarian warriors from the Taijige tribe, but they were trained by Song Zhiwen himself.
From then on, three or five people formed a small formation to fight with each other, and the combat power could no longer be calculated based on each person. This is also the reason why he was able to win in the end despite being inferior to the martial arts realm of the Taichege tribe.
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After all, even though he was immersed in documents and files on weekdays, his skills were not as good as those of ordinary state soldiers. If it weren't for the personal guards around Song Zhiwen who sacrificed their lives several times to protect him, three of his lives would have been cut down in this small area long ago.
In the garden.
Even so, he was stabbed on the waist and abdomen. The armor of the civilian staff tried to be light and beautiful, so the protection was far less than that of armor made of wrought iron armor. The dizziness caused by the blood loss had made him somewhat unconscious.
If I had known this, I would have read less books and learned some martial arts from my father.
Looking around, no one was moving anymore. He was thinking wildly and his vision gradually blurred.
He has tried his best, and Yuancheng must be defended...
....
"There are small groups of men and horses fighting in the city, and they are not the skills of ordinary soldiers."
In front of the ancestral hall of Wuhe Escort Bureau, the chief escort officer Song Yanchao was equipped with a weapon. It was not a common sword, gun or stick, but a pair of strange-shaped weapons with two axes.
, one male and one female, they open and close intertwinedly during the drill, never leaving each other, just like a mandarin duck. Except for the handle, there are cutting edges on the front, back, left and right, making it easy to attack but difficult to defend.
There are only a few martial arts elders in Bingyuan City who know what weapons the chief escort of the Wuhe Escort Bureau uses. Firstly, Song Yanchao has become famous too early. He will be less likely to fight against the enemy after he reaches the high position of the chief escort. Secondly,
Given his level of martial arts, he doesn't even need to use any weapons to attack. If it weren't for a life-and-death fight at a similar level, no one might be able to block him just by using his fists and kicks.
"After all, he is still a young man, and he still owes a lot of warmth." The one-armed, one-legged old man, the head of Jinzhou's Zhang family, finally showed his exhaustion. Even when he was sitting in the house, he had to cover himself with soft clothes.
The woolen blankets and two stoves had to be built nearby. "Bingyuan City's seemingly indestructible city walls are covered with secret passages. Thieves, smuggling merchants, and shopkeepers trying to save money entering the city have dug countless unearthed treasures under the city walls."
There are many secret passages, and it is not inconceivable that the barbarians even know one or two of them."
"After all, there are always too many people in this world who cherish their own lives more than many other things." Song Yanchao raised his head and drank the wine in the pot, then threw the pot on the ground, "If we really want to do this this time,
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When you come, remember to ask the juniors in the escort agency to offer a pot of wine every year."
"You're a hundred years old, and you're still so pretentious." The fatigue on the face of the head of the Zhang family, who was laughing at Song Yanchao, suddenly turned to agitation, and he cursed, "What a waste of wine! If you want to drink it again, who will?"
I’ll give you fucking wine!”
"Stingy." Song Yanchao laughed loudly and walked out of the ancestral hall, then strode northward like a shooting star.
More than a hundred escorts from the Wuhe Escort Agency took out their swords and flew over the walls, following closely behind.
....
Liu Ziyi went against the flow of people fleeing south and headed north. On the way, he grabbed a soldier dressed as a state army and asked loudly:
"What's going on? Why are the people fleeing south?!"
The young soldier who even abandoned his helmet pulled off the rope that tied his armor and threw it on the roadside. "The north gate was opened by the barbarians who sneaked in! The people living in the north of the city are fleeing south. You
Run away quickly! There is no way to survive to the north of the city!"
He grabbed the hand of the state soldier and froze in mid-air. A figure like General Song said that if the round city can be defended, then it can be defended. How could it be broken on the first day of the barbarian attack? However, on the street
The people who fled in panic with their families and their families confirmed what the soldier said,
He just returned home and met with his parents. He patted his chest and swore that he was not fooling around but had made such great achievements on the grasslands in the north. Even General Jinzhou and the fourth-rank military attaché of Dayao's court.
He is a person who can sit by the fire and chat with him. However, Father Liu still sighed and took out the banknotes hidden at home to count them. He mumbled about which yamen in the city he wanted to deal with this time. What if?
If we are familiar with each other, we might be able to save a few taels of silver.
Should he turn around and go home and let his parents collect their gold and silver and run away from the city together?
"Flee like hell!" He threw the state soldiers who were afraid of fighting and fled to the ground and shouted, "You have all run away, what will happen to the people in Yuancheng!"
"I heard that all the barbarians are so ferocious-looking that one person can withstand the strength of ten people..."
"Shit, they are all born and raised by mom and dad. My arms, legs, eyes and nose are all gone. Even if I stab him, I will cry for dad and mom!" Liu Ziyi blew his beard at him and glared, "When I was killing barbarians in the north of Bingyuan City,
You haven't even seen a single barbarian hair, so what's there to be afraid of? Dozens of barbarians have been killed!"
Although the Jinju Prefecture sergeant was doubtful of the words of this ranger of similar age, such confident words gave him unprecedented hope. Perhaps the barbarians were not as ferocious and terrifying as the comrades in the camp usually whispered to them?
"What's the point of running away from a real man?"
"The officer ran away first. What does it have to do with us pawns!" The young state sergeant blushed. He picked up the armor that had just been thrown away and put it on his upper body. He casually took a piece of armor nearby and didn't know what it was used for.
He held the thick wooden mallet in his hand, and the sword previously issued by the state army had been thrown to an unknown place, "A man! Just go!"
“This is what us Jinzhou men look like!”
Liu Ziyi, who did not hold any official position, gathered up the state army and routed his troops, heading north against the current.
....
Wei Changpan could no longer remember how many times he had wielded his sword, nor did he know how many barbarians died under his sword.
Like a flood of slave warriors from the Taijige tribe, they were eager to attack Wei Changpan. However, in the city
It will not be an easy task to open the city with only manpower when the machine is not opened. When the city gate is opened to only allow one person to pass through, these slave warriors rush to squeeze into the city to fight with this killing platform.
When fighting against the Yao people who had made great achievements in the Qing Dynasty, Wei Changpan was not as pedantic as the knights of the rivers and lakes hundreds of years ago who had to wait until the opponent's adjustment and preparations were complete before taking action. He was accustomed to killing people with swords.
The so-called murder knife is used to kill people.
He was raised as a slave by the prairie nobles since he was a child. Even after being personally trained by the Taiche tribe leader Jun Dunmao Chao and Ladd, a one-on-one fight with Wei Changpan was still like a lion fighting a rabbit.
Wei Changpan seized on Sanhe's flaw and killed him with a sword.
The gap in martial arts realm can be made up by the number of people. After all, it is only in the case of one enemy with many, and this is the case for ants to eat the elephant. If the ants and insects take turns to attack, it is not known whether they can eat the elephant.
If it were an open terrain, Wei Changpan would probably be cold even to his body.
The slave warriors of the Taijige tribe outside the city gate also understood this after paying more than ten lives. However, these slave warriors without anyone to command them eventually got through the gaps in the city gate one after another.
He entered, and then fought with Wei Changpan for only a few moments before being beheaded, and then the next slave warrior squeezed in.
The long knife in his hand was still as sharp as ever, and he could easily cut off the crude weapons in the hands of these slave warriors. However, the arm he wielded the knife was so numb that he lost all feeling. He was tied to his arm on the seawall of Huating County.
Holding a ten-pound iron sand bag and swinging a knife for two hours was not as exhausting as he was at this time. The gradual slowness of his movements and the half-beat response indicated that his physical strength was almost exhausted. Earlier, he could kill slaves in just two or three strokes.
The samurai now has to wait until he is seven or eight before he can be severely damaged.
Now Wei Changpan's swing of the sword was to prevent the opponent's sword in front of him from hitting his head.
How long has he been blocking in front of the city gate? One stick of incense or two sticks of incense? Maybe he has been forgotten. The fleeing centurion did not look back and saw a young man with a saber who injured his arm guarding them.
After entering the city gate, these people may have put on common people's clothes and fled...
Even more devastated than Wei Changpan were the slave warriors who were stationed in front of the city gate. They couldn't push open the Bingyuan city gate and the murderous god-like Yao man guarding the city gate.
They had the idea of giving up in their lives, but for the first time, Bingyuan City was so close to them that it waved to them. No one could resist such a temptation.
Wei Changpan used his waist and legs to spin around and use his strength to cut a slash across the upper body of the slave warrior in front of him. After that, the little bit of strength he had left actually generated some more, and then one, two, and three places came in.
After the third floor of the martial arts, various acupuncture points that had been sealed for a long time were opened one after another, like a raging torrent that was unstoppable, so there was a surge of energy in the chest.
The fourth floor of martial arts is for cultivating qi. As long as the muscles and veins are continuous and life is endless, there will be an endless scene of qi and qi.
Going up a higher floor, chivalrous spirit and courage suddenly arose in his heart. Wei Changpan held a sword across his chest with one arm and faced the outside of the city alone.
That day, there was a man guarding the northern gate of the round city.