In the middle of the night, the Northern Hebei Army launched a third round of siege.
The drums beat like thunder, and the sound of killing shook the sky.
There was a fire on the tower of Nanping City.
Zhou Gu stood on the top of the mountain and said to Su Rong: "I will take Ziye and Fengling will stay to protect you. The real danger is in Nanping City tonight. There is no other way but to bear it."
"Yes, you take Fengling with you. When he left the capital, he brought a big bag of poisonous powder with him. The poisonous powder will kill him immediately." Su Rong's eyes were cold, looking at the thick smoke and fire on Nanping City, "Who cares? Liang's own soldiers will die if they use their swords against their own people."
She added, "Especially Zhang Cheng and Zhang Yun."
Zhou Gu turned his head and looked at her for a while before saying, "Okay, I'll stay at midnight then."
"No need, just keep a few secret guards."
Zhou Gu shook his head, "Don't forget the Nangong family. If Nangong Yu misses it, there may be other dangers. I'm not worried, so I'll stay here to protect you in the middle of the night."
"Okay!" Su Rong said, "Be careful."
"good."
The cold wind picked up Zhou Gu's cloak. He took two steps and took it off because it was in the way. He turned around and put it on Su Rong.
Su Rong was already wearing a cloak, but now that he was wearing it, her shoulders suddenly felt heavy, but she stood obediently and let Zhou Gu tie his cloak on her, and then raised her chin , lowered his head and kissed the corner of her mouth, turned and left.
As he left, Fengling glanced at Ziye and said, "Protect my sister."
Ziye sighed, he was the one left behind again. Once upon a time, the guards around his young master and the guards around the seventh lady were changed. He came to protect people, while Fengling went to fight with the young master. To put it bluntly, he was not as useful as Fengling. He had various abilities, so he could only nod, "Don't worry."
Fengling followed Zhou Gu with confidence.
The two left, and their figures quickly disappeared into the night, and the secret guards followed them two-thirds of the way.
Midnight looked at the dark night, and then looked at the flames of Nanping City in the distance. He spoke to Su Rong, "Miss Qi, there are 40,000 to 50,000 troops and horses. If the young master and Fengling go like this, nothing will happen, right?" "
"No. I have told him that even if something happens to everyone in Nanping City, nothing will happen to him and he must come back safely." Su Rong said, "The same goes for Fengling."
Midnight suddenly felt relieved.
On the Nanping City Tower, Ning Chi, Jiang Zhu and the soldiers continued to defend the city. In addition to Ning Ze, there was one more person this time, and that was Zhang Mao.
The iron chains on Zhang Mao's body had been untied, and he had a sword in his hand. The Jibei soldiers who climbed up the tower by ladder were shocked when they recognized Zhang Mao. Some blurted out, "Young Master?", but they were Zhang Mao swung his sword and did not hit the fatal spot, but the man was seriously injured and fell down.
Ning Ze felt relieved immediately, thinking that Zhang Maoxing was much more capable than him.
Zhang Cheng held the telescope and looked at the familiar figure on the tower, his eyes widened, "Is it Mao'er?"
He thought he was dazzled, so he looked at it for a while longer, and then handed the telescope to the person next to him in disbelief, "Look, is it Mao'er?"
The person next to him took the telescope, took a look at it, paused for a while, and nodded affirmatively, "The general is the eldest son."
Zhang Cheng's face was green and white, "He is killing our Northern Hebei Army."
"yes."
Zhang Cheng was extremely suspicious, "How is it possible? Is he crazy?"
The people around him couldn't answer this. He was not Zhang Mao, and they didn't know why the eldest son appeared on the city wall and turned against the Northern Hebei Army.
"Someone must have pretended to be him." Zhang Cheng felt that this reason made sense.
At this time, Zhang Yun was pushed in a wheelchair. His body was still weak, his hands and feet were weak, and he couldn't even hold a telescope. He was helped to hold it in front of his eyes, and he stared at a figure on the city wall. After waiting for a long time, he said to Zhang Cheng: "Second uncle, he is the eldest brother. He is not pretending to be someone else, but he is himself."
"This is simply, simply, simply ridiculous." Zhang Cheng was angry.
Zhang Yun smiled and said, "It seems that the eldest brother has defected to the imperial court."
"He is from the Zhang family." Zhang Cheng said.
Zhang Yun narrowed his eyes, "What about the Zhang family? We gave up on him first. We are unkind, so of course he can be unjust."
But I didn't expect that Nanping Hou Shizi Ning Chi believed in him and released him as a sword against the Northern Hebei Army.
Zhang Mao is the eldest son of Zhang Ping. He has practiced literature and martial arts since he was a child, and has received strict teachings. If the Zhang family's resources are lost to anyone, they will not lose to Zhang Mao, who is both the eldest son and the legitimate son. Therefore, he is also a person with real abilities. Otherwise, they would not dare to lead a few people into the Eighteenth Village.
He was captured because he met Zhou Gu and Su Rong. If it had been anyone else, he might not have been able to fall into their hands.
He stood on the Nanping city wall, fighting against the soldiers of Northern Hebei, and it was indeed a sword.
Zhang Cheng was shocked and angry, "He is really my eldest brother's good son and my good nephew. He is a member of the Zhang family in vain."
"Maybe he no longer wants to be a member of the Zhang family." Zhang Yun weakly waved his hand and ordered, "Speed up the attack on the city."
The sound of drums was intensive, motivating people to advance. After the soldiers from northern Hebei passed by the front group and saw Zhang Mao lose their temper, the soldiers behind did not dare to lose their temper anymore and regarded Zhang Mao as the same person as Ning Chi who wanted to kill.
Soon, Zhang Mao was also injured, and his body was stained red with blood.
Ning Ze was almost beheaded, but was saved by Zhang Mao. After surviving the disaster, he sat down on the ground in the rear with lingering fear, holding the knife and gasping for air.
Looking at the offensive in front of him, he felt that it was about to end. Even if most of the Jibei army were poisoned, these few could not be stopped by the disabled soldiers in Nanping City. Having one more Zhang Mao won't change much, it will just make him die a little later.
He felt hopeless.
Just as he watched his elder brother being slashed again, Jiang Zhu was also stabbed, Zhang Mao narrowly avoided the fatal spot and injured his thigh. He fell towards him, and he swung the knife to save Zhang Mao. , when despair reached its peak, the siege drums of the Jibei Army under the city suddenly stopped.
The soldiers in Northern Hebei paused.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ning Chi supported Jiang Zhu, swung his sword with all his strength, killed the two Jibei soldiers in front of him, and then looked down the city.
I saw a group of men in black who seemed to have entered the Jibei military camp under the city and went straight to the generals under the Star Flag.
Ning Chi's eyes lit up, "Zhou Gu."
"It's Brother Zhou." Jiang Zhu also saw it clearly.
Seeing from a high place to a low place is clearer than looking from a low place to a high place. Therefore, Zhou Gu's figure is easy to recognize for those who are familiar with him, especially his two-handed sword.
There are very few people in the world who use two-handed swords, which makes such good ones even rarer.
I didn't know how powerful the two-handed sword was before. Young Master Zhou of the Protector's Palace was famous himself, but he was not famous for his abilities. This was probably because he, a proud man of heaven and a noble man, rarely had the chance to make a real move of his own.
But now, his two-handed sword has gradually become famous.
(End of chapter)
