Spitting out a mouthful of blood, Zhan Qingfeng held the knife behind his back and retreated again and again. In the end, the superimposed force directly sent his entire body flying backwards.
Roar! Liu Zhihu's voice was like a tiger roaring, his thick legs made a hole in the ground, he jumped out, grabbed Qingfeng's arms, and stretched out his arms.
There was a click.
After twisting his arm, Liu Zhihu looked angry and pulled hard with his muscular arm, trying to pull him over and punch him to death! ! !
His face turned pale, Zhan Qingfeng clenched his teeth, and he held the knife in his right hand and slashed it on the twisted left arm.
There was a stabbing sound and blood poured out.
Liu Zhihu pulled over a broken arm and returned in vain, feeling angry.
He opened his mouth wide and bit off the skin and tendons on his arms. His teeth were stained with blood, his chin was dripping with blood, and his eyes were full of killing intent.
"You die!"
Seeing this person rushing toward him, Zhan Qingfeng had an ugly look on his face. The inner energy in his dantian was constantly depleted, and he rolled to avoid it.
He escaped again! Liu Zhihu angrily punched the place where he stayed.
Just as he was about to continue to pounce, countless sharp arrows were aimed at him with a "swirling" sound. Facing so many arrow feathers, he desperately resisted.
Watching Zhan Qingfeng looking for an opportunity to escape.
In order to snatch the body of his third brother, he was hit by several arrows and fled to the city gate with the body in his arms.
the other side.
Dragging his tired body, Zhan Qingfeng returned to the camp, and out of desperation, gave the last order.
Let the soldiers of the seventh battalion charge.
The Seventh Battalion were those captured strong men. Now that the city gate was broken, the people in the inner city were unable to work, and it was already certain that they would not be able to defend it.
The officers and soldiers each led dozens of unarmed men. The majesty of the inner city government had already been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. These people did not dare to resist at all and numbly obeyed the arrangements.
"Come on! Don't let me lag behind and be lazy. Think about your families. Yangcheng has fallen. Guess what will happen to these vicious and brutal bandits?"
An officer and soldier stood behind these strong men, constantly reprimanding and brainwashing them. The strong men were not yet wise, so they could only be led ignorantly.
Stupidly rush forward and sacrifice in a way that you think is glorious.
On the bandit side, Liu Zhihu calmed down his anger, grief flashed in his eyes,
Liu Zhiwen, whose face was covered with blood on the side, observed the situation in front and said calmly:
"Brother, the third brother doesn't want to see you like this. As long as we win this battle, we will build an ancestral hall for the third brother in Yangcheng to comfort his spirit in heaven!"
Hearing this, Liu Zhihu wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, suppressed the guilt and self-blame in his heart, and rubbed his brows, feeling a headache coming from him.
"Many people with chains on their feet came running from the front. These people should be cannon fodder who were forcibly recruited by the government and sent to death."
"We cannot consume it, otherwise our physical strength will not be able to support the subsequent battle."
Looking forward, Liu Zhihu twisted his body, took a deep breath, and asked:
"Lao...Lao Er, do you have any ideas?"
"Brother, look what this is."
Liu Zhiwen clapped his hands and smiled.
A group of bandits walked over. They were carrying wooden boxes one after another, and they didn't know which one was heavy. They didn't know what was inside.
The boxes were placed on the ground, and the bandits opened the lids one by one, revealing boxes of firecrackers.
These are all fireworks and firecrackers set off by the common people and rich people of Wei State on good days. Why does the second brother do this?
Liu Zhihu looked confused.
Seeing his elder brother's expression, Liu Zhiwen laughed loudly.
"Brothers, get ready to fire off the cannons! Bomb the hell!"
The second brother, who had always spoken politely, was now swearing. Liu Zhihu was as confused as Louis XVI.
His second brother usually likes to be quiet and likes to study. He was once a scholar, but later he gave up going to Beijing to take the exam and followed him to occupy the mountain as a bandit.
Then, something incredible happened.
The bandits took out the firecrackers and pointed the high end at the strong men running ahead.
Many bandits, armed with firecrackers, lit them and fired them.
Choo Choo Choo………………………………………
There were screams one after another, and firecrackers dragged white smoke and shot towards the strong men in front.
Soon, clusters of sparks exploded into mist, rendering the front area gray-white.
Liu Zhihu coughed as he was choked by the thick smoke. With a look of disbelief on his face, he raised his arm, pointed forward, turned his head and looked at his second brother.
"This...this...what's going on! Can fireworks be used in this way?! How did you think of it?"
Smiling, Liu Zhiwen put on a long gown, with admiration in his eyes, and said with emotion:
"This is what the village owner thought of! He is such an unusual person! Who would have thought that fireworks and firecrackers could be used in war!"
"So, Lord Village Master, you were already prepared when we sent out troops?!"
Patting his head, Liu Zhihu smiled.
Nodding, Liu Zhiwen turned around and continued to direct the bandits to launch firecrackers.
Looking at the figure of his second brother, he felt excited. It turned out that the village leader, the old man, was also worried about them.
Due to the use of these firecrackers, the cannon fodder sent by the government really became cannon fodder.
The formation of two to three thousand people was completely disordered and they fled in all directions. However, because of the anklets on their feet, many people fell to the ground, and several officers and soldiers were trampled and squeezed to death by these people.
After the firecrackers were set off, Liu Zhiwen led hundreds of bandits and charged towards them. Bloody red bloomed wherever the blade touched.
The young men were like livestock waiting to be slaughtered, dying one by one.
The blood of thousands of people really flowed and pooled everywhere.
This is a fight for justice!
Whoever wins will be able to uphold the justice in his heart!
The loser is evil.
The second brother was opening the way ahead, and Liu Zhihu could not fall behind and led the remaining bandits to push forward.
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The inner city of Yangcheng was already in chaos, thieves kept popping up, one of the four major martial arts masters died, the remaining two were seriously injured, and only one of them was intact.
This person was concerned about the inheritance of the other three families, so he took action to snatch the martial arts techniques from the martial arts gym that did not have a gym owner.
Unexpectedly, the two seriously injured museum owners had already ambush here and joined forces to kill this person.
In the end, the two people ran out of internal energy and were picked up by a disciple from that martial arts school. He killed them all and stole three skills and fled in a hurry.
The inner city without a strong man was like a fat piece of meat. The bandits controlled the two gates, and no one could escape.
The people in the outer city were indifferent and resigned, and it didn't take Liu Zhiwen long to break through this gap.
Entering the bustling inner city, looking at the beautifully dressed beauties and some luxurious buildings on the street, the bandits laughed in unison.
On a piece of land five miles away from Yangcheng, the soil on it trembled.
boom!
Two men in black robes walked out of it.
