Almost at the same time, a group of men in black rushed in at the door and slashed at the soldiers.
"ah!"
Everyone else was notified, but Zhang Sui was not notified. The slightly drunk person saw a cold light coming towards him and had no time to subconsciously dodge. 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, causing him to scream in pain.
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 to the side, 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 him 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 Lord Luo, the imperial envoy, and to form a good relationship with the new top scholar who obviously had a bright future.
Who would have thought that someone would mobilize troops to assassinate a new top scholar who had just entered the officialdom?
And it was not an assassination by an outsider, but "one of our own"!
As an eighth-grade official, he could sneak into the imperial envoys by relying 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 stir up trouble. 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 have to find a reason to go back. It's only proper to return to the imperial envoy team." Thinking like this, I kept shrinking into the corner.
"Kill!" The two sides collided and fought for their lives. The screams kept ringing out. Although they were guards, they were still the number one scholar in the imperial court when they attacked and killed them. It would be a disaster to survive. Now they know even more that there is no way. Those who survived were all fighting to the death.
The guards have outstanding skills, but they are not soldiers after all, and they do 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 cut in, but not deeply.
"When did the enemy wear thin armor underneath?"
This situation made the guards feel chilled. The men in black who rushed in originally planned to cooperate with the people inside so as to wrap up Su Ziji's group. However, when they rushed in, they found that most of the 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 commander tore off his outer robe, and the armor leaves on his body rang loudly: "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 at that time that they changed into inner armor, right?"
"We...we didn't die unjustly."
Under the same martial arts, the role of equipment is irreplaceable.
In the martial arts world, there was once a man named Ding Daxia who "had 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, such as a branch, a flexible rod, 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 chopped 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, and it is true that a tree branch or a piece of flexible rod can be used as a 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 had no hope for 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 it is only 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 might hate himself after this incident, suddenly smiled 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, and they have just learned to walk and call people. Seeing them makes me involuntarily 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 tiger 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 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. In the moment of crossing, the sword moved forward. Diagonally, he rushed over three feet and suddenly stopped.
The person was still. Five inches before the tip of the sword, a faint light of blood appeared. 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, which quickly soaked his shirt. His throat rattled and he held it desperately, 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.
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