(4)
While the two groups were confronting each other, Bai Feng and Zhao Kuo, who were peeping upstairs, were having a fierce struggle in their hearts.
The outspoken Zhao Kuo was the first to break the silence and said: "Brother Bai! I think there are so many Han soldiers who can definitely help me. Let's help them eradicate those two Xianbei people!"
"How are you sure they will help you?" Bai Feng smiled sternly: "Just because we are both Han people?"
Zhao Kuo replied affirmatively: "I have a lot of money, I can hire them!"
"Let me ask you, who is more trustworthy, the robbers or the shepherds?" Bai Feng's eyes directly caught the soldiers in front of the crowd, as if fierce and aggressive eagles met, the eagle was observing in the dark the soldiers who were robbing food. The flying falcon is just trying to find the best opportunity to snatch away the food that is about to reach its mouth. Then he asked: "How can you guarantee that the Han soldiers will not regret it?"
"This..." Zhao Kuo was speechless for a moment, "Does Brother Bai want to... But there are so many people on the other side, what should we do?"
Bai Feng looked sideways at the end of the corridor and said, "Have you seen the wine jar placed there? If I am surrounded, you can use the wine jar to launch a "raid" from a high place. As long as we capture the enemy general, we will Can win.”
Zhao Kuo was surprised that Bai Feng was so unafraid in the face of danger, but in the current dangerous situation he could only give it a try, so he nodded silently. Then Bai Feng gently pushed open the ajar wooden door and walked to the edge of the wooden corridor. He held the guardrail in front of him with his left hand and climbed over it lightly. At the same time, he had already pulled out the long sword in his right hand and jumped straight down from the second floor.
The soldier standing at the door of the inn was hit from behind by a sudden "flying sword". The long sword penetrated his unarmored neck, and the tip of the sword came out of his throat stained with red blood. Then, the long sword was quickly pulled out and swung, blood splattered on the wall and the ground. The soldier fell down before he could even utter a cry - "Bang!" Everyone's eyes were focused on this, and they saw that Bai Fengye had already set up his battle array and was ready to face the enemy.
"Brother! He killed our cook!" The soldier with a sharp face and broad forehead said in shock: "Surround him!"
The soldiers who did not participate in the siege of the Xianbei warriors were like frightened birds and hurriedly took out their weapons in a fighting posture. In an instant, Bai Feng was surrounded by sergeants No. 7 and 8. At this time, the Xianbei brothers were still surrounded by several people in front of the door.
The tall soldier who looked like the leader of this group of "robbers" looked at the young man in front of him carefully, and then said: "Little brother, I think you are also a Han. Why don't you come with us and kill the two Xianbei people? I will do this." You can let bygones be bygones."
Bai Feng didn't respond silently, holding the sword in both hands, with the tip of the sword pointed at the bearded man in front of him. As they were talking, the shopkeeper, A-Bian and the pair of Xianbei brothers realized that this young swordsman with fast swordsmanship was a young guest who came to the inn in the evening.
Seeing that the young man did not respond, the soldiers began to have murderous intentions in their hearts. A soldier behind Bai Feng approached quietly with a knife raised.
When the war was about to break out, the confrontation between the three parties was clearly visible in Zhao Kuo's eyes. When the soldiers who wanted to sneak attack Bai Feng were about to succeed, he followed the plan, raised the brown ceramic wine jar with both hands, and slammed it diagonally down at the soldier who was only three steps away from Bai Feng, launching a "surprise attack."
"Bang!" The wine jar hit the soldier on the back of the head and shattered on the ground. The broken pottery scratched the skin of his head, and the wine in the jar seeped into the wound, causing severe pain. He dropped his weapon and knelt there, covering his wound with his hands, and wailed.
Everyone's attention was once again distracted. Only the commoner boy was waiting for this opportunity to attack the soldier leader in front of him. The young man stepped forward, his movements as fast as the wind, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at the wrist of the bearded man holding the sword. He wanted to surrender his weapon first and take advantage of the situation to hold him hostage to intimidate more soldiers.
However, Bai Feng underestimated the battlefield veterans who had experienced many battles, massacres, and life and death.
Although the bearded man was slow to react, his many years of combat experience came in handy at this moment. He subconsciously swung his sword upward and deflected the sword tip that was so close at hand! The force was so strong that Bai Feng took a step back, and the tip of the long sword was shot into the sky. The weaknesses of Bai Feng's own chest and ribs were exposed, and his expression lost its coldness just now: just like the smooth and neat white paper was suddenly crumpled, his pale face instantly gained some unnatural wrinkles.
At the same time, the second wine jar had hit another soldier. But this time it hit the forehead. When the fragments fell, they scratched the skin on the face, and the wound immediately burst into bright red.
The wine in the altar flowed down and seeped into the wound, and the soldier immediately covered his face and fell to the ground in pain. At this time, Zhao Kuo had been found hiding in the pavilion. Two soldiers were about to go upstairs and capture him, but Zhao Kuo seemed not to notice.
Bai Feng slowed down his pace and straightened his vision. Unexpectedly, the bearded man raised his knife and swung it forward. Bai Feng barely avoided it with his lightning-speed movement. The tip of the knife scraped Bai Feng's clothes and opened a gash. If it were an ordinary person, a hole would have been cut horizontally in the chest at this moment, and the blood and bones would be exposed to the air.
The young swordsman's dodge happened to be only two or three steps away from an encircling soldier, and the soldier only then realized that the swordsman in front of him had just almost killed his "boss".
"Suffer death!" The soldier exerted all his strength and prepared to sprint forward to knock down Bai Feng with one move.
At the critical moment, Zhao Kuo's voice came from upstairs: "Brother Bai, be careful!" Then there was the sound of the wine jar breaking to the ground. Bai Feng looked sideways at the soldiers who had fallen to the ground and were whining. What followed was what Zhao Kuo said in an innocent tone like a child: "Haha, I'm hit again! Don't you want to beg for a drink? I'll let you drink as much as you want!"
Bai Feng vaguely saw two black figures quietly approaching Zhao Kuo. At the same time, as if he suddenly realized something, he shouted to the rich man in the pavilion: "Brother Zhao, watch your back!" Zhao Kuo was about to turn around when he saw a knife. Light flashed, and a blood mark appeared on his left arm.
The bearded man standing opposite Bai Feng let out a chuckle, and said to the young man in front of him who was being attacked in a tone that sounded like his plan had succeeded: "Boy, your friends cannot escape even if they get wings, including you. I advise you. It's better to put down your weapon, maybe I can save you from death, hahaha..."
While Bai Feng frowned and gritted his teeth to think of ways to reverse the current situation, a scream suddenly came from the pavilion. A soldier fell from there. When he landed on the ground, his head knocked over the table with a corner missing, and he fainted.
It turns out that just now, Zhao Kuo, who claimed to be "not good at martial arts," actually fought one against two and knocked down one of the soldiers! Bai Feng cleared his mind for a moment and decided to attack the bearded man again. Unexpectedly, at this time, the big man had already approached half of Bai Feng's body, swung his sword in the air, and prepared to slash him. At the same time, he announced in a victor's tone: "If you look around on the battlefield, you are not far from death." !”
Bai Feng raised the sword with both hands to meet the blow. The sword blade and the blade met directly. The result was that the bearded man who had the advantage in strength was obviously the winner. After a cluster of sparks, Bai Feng's long sword was chopped into a gap, and the blade showed a cracked shape like a dry field. The two stood in a stalemate for a while, and saw the big man's sword gradually approaching Bai Feng's right shoulder. The fledgling young swordsman had now become a candle swaying in the wind and rain, and could be extinguished at any time. At this moment, his eyes suddenly became sharp and he looked straight ahead.
Bai Feng suddenly took half a step back with his supporting leg and lowered his horse stance even lower. Then he changed the way he held the sword: originally blocking with the sword edge instead of blocking with the blade. At the same time, using the power accumulated in that half step, he suddenly took a big step forward.
"Drink!" The young man's body resisted the pressure of the bearded man's sword while driving the long sword forward.
It turns out that Bai Feng's previous show of weakness was just to find such an opportunity, an opportunity that could defeat the enemy with one move!
The sparks generated by the friction between the sword body and the blade drew a beautiful arc in the air. The big man with the beard couldn't react in time and stumbled back a few times. The tip of the long-edged sword in Bai Feng's hand had already passed the handle and was pointing directly at the big man's wrist holding the knife.
A flash of bright red streaked across the turbid air. I saw blood splattering from the wrist of the bearded man, and the wound was deep into his muscles and bones. Then the weapon in his hand fell to the ground with a clang, and he knelt down in pain while covering the wound with his left hand.
Bai Feng immediately seized the opportunity and moved behind the bearded man with a "swish" like an arrow leaving the string. She grabbed his disheveled hair with her left hand and held the sword against his throat with her right hand.
"What you just said, I will return it to you intact!" Bai Feng said as he pressed the sword edge closer to the skin of the big man's throat. The sharp blade cut through the rough and dry skin, and the slightly dark red blood gurgled out in the dim environment, flowing along the sword body to the tip of the sword, and then the blood gathered into the shape of water droplets, slowly dripping in front of the bearded man's eyes.
The big man saw that his blood was continuously flowing out, and the fear in his heart was self-evident. He stared helplessly at the tip of the sword with wide eyes, and whimpered: "Da... hero, don't kill me!" Then his trembling voice kept wailing "wuwu". The shock of the other soldiers present was palpable, and the morale of the army, which was already on the verge of collapse, became even more shaky after the leader was captured.
"Tell your men to throw away their weapons, and then walk as far as they can!" The young man's tone was not overly excited, and he was still surprisingly calm at this time.
Then, the big man with the beard continued to roar, trying hard not to let his voice tremble. Compared with when he showed off his power just now, his voice was slightly more shrill like a woman's. He called on his subordinates to obey Bai Feng's request. Then, with Xiaojiu's support, he dragged Yin. His body, exhausted from excessive blood loss, left the Xiangyangpo Inn.
