Chapter 3 East Gate No. 9 Middle School The officers and soldiers who came to sneak attack were absolutely elite.
This can be affirmed by the speed of their advancement.
From the first exclamation to now, it has only been half a tea time, and their vanguard has already killed the Chinese army called by Zhang Jin.
And the thieves who usually walk with their arms dangling are like mice that have seen cats, and they have no courage to do anything but flee.
No, even if they fled, they fled extremely layman, one wave in the east and one in the west, and they were soon intercepted by the officers and soldiers who were divided into joint attacks, and one by one they became ghosts under the sword.
The momentum is like a bamboo, clean and neat, all the movements are not muddy at all, and for the enemies in front of you, no matter how many they are, they are regarded as headless boars.
This is the elite division in Cheng Mingzhen's mind, the division of the hegemon.
He was deeply proud to fight side by side with such a team, rushed forward a few steps, picked up the Mo knife that Du Scar threw on the ground, and stopped a group of thieves who were fleeing for their lives like a vicious god, and shouted: "Don't escape, those who abandon weapons will not be killed" He was met with countless pairs of white eyes, in addition to despair, with a bit of mockery.
As if he didn't see the blade in front of him, the nearest rogue ran in front of him with a hard push.
The other, who was a little less courageous, took a few steps to the side and continued to run for his life.
"Stand in front of the canal, you can't run" Cheng Mingzhen was furious, and smashed the two minions one after another with the back of his knife.
He didn't do this just to take advantage of the chaos.
In his eyes, most of the bandits were guilty of not deserving death.
In fact, dropping their weapons and begging on the ground at this moment is the only chance for the rogues to survive.
Running around like a headless fly like now, even if you are lucky enough to escape the robbery of the official army, after running to the edge of the canal, you will face a dead end.
The minions who were knocked to the ground by him cried and cursed bitterly, and those who were not hit scattered without stopping.
"I don't know what to do" Cheng Mingzhen became more and more annoyed, and chased after the fastest runner with a Mo knife, ready to kill a few people Liwei.
Before he could pick up the heavy Mo knife, a row of carved feathers flew past him whistling, nailing the fugitives to the ground one by one.
"Whoosh" is another row of feathered arrows, shooting and killing several minions who can't dodge.
Two of them missed the target and went straight to Cheng's back.
Cheng Mingzhen hurriedly leaned over to dodge, and felt the feather arrow fly past against his clothes.
At the same time, he heard a hoarse voice in his ear, "Silly boy, don't throw down the knife and run."
It's old and heavy, and it's a burden to hold."
"I am," Cheng Mingzhen emphasized.
He wanted to declare that he was a soldier of Guantao County, not an accomplice of Liukou.
Before he finished speaking, there was another sharp sound of sharp arrows breaking through the air.
Several strings of blood splattered on his face, and it hurt hotly.
After the feather arrow, a group of brightly armored officers and soldiers rushed over and swung their knives to cut off the head of the man who had been hit by the arrow.
"Look at it, run" The hoarse voice sounded in his ears again, and he pushed him hard along the way.
Cheng Mingzhen stumbled into the survivor line, stumbling and turning his head.
He saw a familiar face, wrinkled and philistine, with a faint hint of instinctive kindness.
"Uncle Plop" Cheng Mingzhen recognized the rogue who reminded him twice.
Yesterday afternoon, it was this person who led himself to the gate of Zhang Jincheng's camp.
Because of his deliberate deception, he also caused the other party to suffer twenty military sticks in vain.
"It's a canal in front of you, and everyone can't run away at all," he stressed again with a little apology.
I hope that the bandit leader in front of me, nicknamed "Plop", can help him organize the rogue around him and surrender to the official army together.
"I know," the little boss "plopped" in response, gasping for relief.
He was a bit older, and he didn't have the stamina to run as much as his companions.
"Then you can't stop, it's dark, they can't see who you are at all" "Let's, let's work together," Cheng Mingzhen suggested tentatively.
They are the official army, and we are rogues.
This division made him very awkward.
But the awkwardness lasted for a moment, and in the blink of an eye, his words were drowned out by a miserable howl.
Countless arrows of wolf teeth fell from mid-air, shooting into the bodies of the rogues that had no armor to cover them.
Cheng Mingzhen turned his head unwillingly, and saw another team of officers and soldiers coming diagonally, intercepting the end of the fleeing team, and raising his knife in his hand.
There are wounded minions struggling in pools of blood, and there are surrounded minions kneeling and begging.
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The outcome was the same, and the well-trained officers and soldiers only used two alternate intersperses to clean up the battlefield.
The human head used to count the exploits of the battle was hung outside the black iron armor, and as the owner of the armor ran, blood kept flowing into the ground, string after string, bright and dazzling.
They couldn't see what I looked like, and I was wearing a bandit's outfit right now.
In addition to the shock, the young man was full of depression.
I knew that the official army would come, and I wouldn't change into my minion's clothes and go to assassinate Zhang Jincheng alone.
It's good now, Zhang Jin said that he didn't stab him, but was chased by people as a rogue and had no way out.
After "cleaning up" the battlefield, the officers and soldiers chased after them from behind, and almost every one of them had a bloody head pinned to his waist.
The archers among them are well-trained, and every time they shoot, they can always put down a large number of minions around Cheng Mingzhen.
Those who are lucky enough not to be hit by the arrow do not dare to turn back, spread their legs, and run as fast as they can.
The burning tents were left behind, the corpses of their companions were left behind, and the looted belongings were left behind.
Soon, the broken company camp was also left behind, and everyone ran and fled without their lives, not daring to stay for a moment.
But the feathered arrows of the officers and soldiers always poured behind them.
The generals who commanded this team were very resourceful, and they never gave the rogues a chance to regroup.
For a long time, they just chased the rogues, and they were not too pressing, but as long as the rogues' steps were a little slow, the feathered arrows and horizontal knives immediately alternately greeted them.
Cheng Mingzhen no longer has any luck in his heart, he doesn't have any tokens in his hand that can prove his identity.
And even if he had it in his hands, he didn't dare to bet that the officers and soldiers behind him would let him go.
Those people were already red-eyed, and they had no intention of keeping any prisoners.
In other words, from the very beginning of the war, they did not treat the rogues as their own kind.
The only difference from the other escapees around him is that Cheng Mingzhen never put down the Mo knife in his hand.
Although the kind "plop" repeatedly reminded him that a strange knife would not help at all in the chaos of the army.
On the contrary, due to the weight of the object, it will delay the owner's escape.
But Cheng Mingzhen instinctively clenched the handle of the knife, closed his eyes and followed the flow of people to the west.
He didn't dare to look back at the minions who had been killed, let alone look back at the officers and soldiers who had caught up.
It was not the Great Sui official army in his mind, in his childhood memory, the Great Sui soldiers in his father's mouth were a division of benevolence and righteousness, a division of kings.
Never kill innocents indiscriminately, never slash at those who have no strength to resist.
Soon, he had to widen his eyes again.
A sentry outflanked him, cutting off his fleeing team.
"Spare your life" This time, without waiting for Cheng Mingzhen to remind him, the minions fell to their knees one after another.
The lieutenant who was blocking the way only hesitated for a moment, then waved his hand slightly.
The sound of horses' hooves suddenly intensified, the snow-bright blades slashed down, and countless stumps flew in the air.
A horizontal knife swept above Cheng Mingzhen's head, causing him to jump to the side and avoid it.
Another horizontal knife swept after him, forcing him to raise the Mo knife to resist.
The sharp horizontal knife intersected with the heavy Mo knife, and with a "dang" sound, the horizontal knife flew into the air.
The horsemen on horseback screamed loudly and turned their mounts sideways.
"Dang", "Dang", "Dang" Cheng Mingzhen blocked a few times in succession, blocking all the horizontal knives that swept past him.
The eyes were suddenly empty, and the cavalry went away one after another.
Fifty paces away, they calmly turned their horses' heads to examine the results of the assault.
In addition to a young man with a Mo knife in his hand, there were more than two dozen survivors nearby, and the other rogues were either trampled over by their horses or slashed with horizontal knives, killing and wounding.
Seeing that someone in the thief army actually took his own light cavalry attack, the captain who led the team stared at him in surprise.
This is a rare strange thing since his debut, although the brothers under his command are not as elite as the inner soldiers, but they are also the best players in the Jianghuai army.
Even the regular army of Goguryeo could only scatter in front of the light cavalry, and the young rogue, after escaping the catastrophe, still stood with angry eyebrows, and kept yelling at himself.
"What did he shout" while leading the brothers to adjust the formation, and the blue-eyed general asked the soldiers around him.
His ancestors were not from the Central Plains, he grew up in Jiangnan since he was a child, and he was very unfamiliar with the northern dialect.
"Captain Wang, he's scolding us," the soldiers reported with added fuel and vinegar.
The captain of his own school is the henchman of the old general Chen Ling, and if he hands over the heads in front of him, he may be promoted to the captain of the chariot and cavalry.
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So no matter what the young man shouted, cutting off his head was the first priority.
"It's a pity," Captain Wang shook his head slightly.
The angry boy standing in a pool of blood was one of the few heroes among the bandits, and if he was willing to abandon his weapon and surrender, he would be willing to open the net.
But since this guy who speaks northern dialect dares to insult himself, it is no wonder that he is ruthless.
Cutting off his head is just enough to add to tonight's credit.
"They all surrendered" Seeing that the official army was about to launch a new round of impact, Cheng Mingzhen roared loudly.
"They have surrendered, I am the soldier of Guantao County, and I will vouch for them with my head," the immature voice cried.
Except for the rogues around him, who had lost the courage to resist in fright, no one listened carefully to him.
The cavalrymen slowly distanced themselves from each other and raised their swords high.
"Run away on your own.
Brother Cheng: "At this moment, Cheng Mingzhen felt that someone pushed him.
He staggered away a few paces, and then he saw a dozen horses rush past where he had just stood.
Flesh and blood flew everywhere, and Uncle "Plop", who pushed him out of the crowd at the last moment, whirled desperately in the knife bush.
A horizontal knife swept on the old man's back by the inertia of the war horse, and each knife brought up a blood mist.
Before the squad of cavalry sent by the captain surnamed Wang turned the horse's head, Cheng Mingzhen had already jumped up.
The blood light burned his eyes red, and he forgot that he was a soldier of Guantao County, that he was not an accomplice of the Liukou, and that it was his own robe that jumped forward in the air, waving a Mo knife at a hurried war horse.
The heavy Mo knife swept through with the sound of the wind, cutting the cavalry on horseback into two pieces.
"Kill" Cheng Mingzhen heard himself shouting hoarsely.
Hurry up a few steps and grab the reins of the ownerless mount with one hand.
The panicked horses led him to his feet, and the cavalry watched intently.
Soon, the figure of the young man appeared in the saddle.
With the reins in one hand and the heavy Mo knife in the other, he turned his horse's head and rushed towards the center of the cavalry.
Between lightning and fire, no one expected such a variable to appear.
In particular, the captain surnamed Wang, who commanded this group of cavalry, sent twenty brothers to kill the remaining rogues, and he thought that he had given enough face to the enemy generals.
Who would have thought that the enemy general would abandon his accomplices at the last moment, and then seize another war horse, and try to rush forward and die with him.
It's too late, it's too soon.
Just when the cavalry were stunned, Cheng Mingzhen had already rushed in.
He let go of the reins, slashed the Mo knife like a windmill with both hands, and smashed away the weapons that had been hastily stopped one by one.
The horizontal knives, which were much shorter and much lighter than the Mo knife, were knocked away one after another, and the rider who had lost his weapon was full of disbelief.
Some people clearly felt that their weapons were in contact with the young man's body, and some people clearly saw blood stains flying in the air.
But the roaring young man was like a tiger that had gone crazy, and he didn't stop for a moment, and the huge Mo Dao Leng Sensen flashed with cold light, and went straight to the door of Captain Wang Shichong.
Behind the young man were nineteen panicked robes, who had just killed all of the young man's accomplices, and they did not expect the change in front of the formation, and they could not catch up with the young man's horseshoe.
Seeing that the thief king was desperate, Wang Shichong had no choice but to face it.
Bullying the enemy tonight is a rogue, and he doesn't bring a long weapon at all.
The horizontal knife in his hand is okay to chase and kill the foot soldiers, and when he fights against the Mo knife, it is obviously a little worse.
But now he had no choice, and the madman-like enemy was getting closer and closer.
If he gets out of the way, for the sake of the few sums of money sent by his brother, General Chen Ling may not use his head to correct military law.
But after that, this Jianghuai force will never have a foothold for Wang Shichong "When" the piercing sound of gold and iron swept away all the distractions in Wang Shichong's heart.
He saw the horizontal knife in his hand break in two like a toy, and he saw the mad boy covered in blood laughing and twisting himself on horseback.
"Ahh A hot sensation followed the edge of his thighs, and several pieces of blood-stained leather armor flew into the air.
"Save Captain Wang" and "Captain Save Wang" The cavalry shouted loudly, not caring about robbing and killing Cheng Mingzhen again, and surrounded the place where Wang Shichong landed.
Cheng Mingzhen, who didn't know how many knives he had been cut, opened a bloody path and rushed out of the crowd.
Looking at the chaotic firelight around him, he bared his teeth, turned his horse's head, and charged towards the cavalry again.
That's not my father's Great Sui Soldier.
It's not that it's not the officials and soldiers of the Great Sui, and it's not the Pao Ze brothers who came to the rescue of Guantao.
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That's a bunch of scoundrels, bastards, black sheep.
He wants to kill them all, hack them all to death.
Mo Dao bumped into a person, and Cheng Mingzhen used both hands to throw half of the corpse into the air.
Leng Sensen's knife face splashed a waterfall of blood, and he slashed the second one, cutting the opponent into two pieces with his weapons together.
Followed by the third, the other party was a handsome-looking young man, so frightened that he didn't know how to resist.
Cheng Mingzhen slapped it with a knife and turned this person's head into a blood gourd.
The fourth opponent gave him a blow to the thigh, and the fifth opponent slashed his arm, and the two guys were immediately pushed off the war horse by him with a Mo knife, and no one knew whether they were dead or alive.
The sound of horses' hooves in his ears was like thunder, and the light of the knife flashed, Cheng Mingzhen smiled wildly and waved the knife, attacking with a knife and never defending.
He knew he was going to die, and he was killed as a thief.
He was very unwilling, but could not resist fate Suddenly there was nothing in front of him, and no one stood in his way.
Cheng Mingzhen smiled wildly and turned his horse, and saw the cavalry surrounding the blue-eyed captain, and fled in panic into the distance.
On their side, hundreds of war horses were killed, and the bandits on horseback looked like fierce gods and evil spirits.
In the distance, more rogues followed the horses on foot, like a torrent.
"What are you doing stupidly, don't you go quickly," the woman who led the team to save him scolded sharply.
In the past two days, Cheng Mingzhen has been scolded countless times by this woman, but this time, the scolding sounds so pleasant Alcoholics: Ten years of inventory, please vote for the homeland
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