"Puff Teng Teng..."
Ye Wumian put his hands behind his head, curled up into a wheel shape, and tried to touch the ground with his hands and back.
His internal energy was also busy working to protect the vital points of his body.
Fortunately, although this slope is steep, it is just a grass slope. The soil is loose and the ground is soft. There are no sharp, sharp stones or hard lumps.
And because of the continuous heavy rain, the grassy slope was washed very smoothly by the rain. There was no resistance, but it allowed him to roll down the slope easily.
Apart from a lot of mud all over his body, there was nothing serious.
When he finally got control of his body, Yigulu got up from the ground and was about to continue running for his life. His hands were empty, and his heart felt as if a big stone had been stuffed into it, making him uneasy.
He quickly summed it up and said: "Oh no, I threw the dragon scale iron scabbard sword on the grass slope. Now I am completely defenseless! When I had the sword in my hand, it was only slightly better than that big-eared sword. Wind. If there is no sword, wouldn't it be even more impossible to win? This sword must be picked up!"
He quickly turned around and looked around, eager to find the sword thrown on the grassy slope.
Let’s talk about Liu Feng. When the big-eared man was trying to escape, his foot slipped and he was about to fall down. However, he was very good at lightness. After doing two somersaults in the air, he stopped falling and didn’t fall to pieces.
Then he carefully drove down the slope, just in time to see Ye Wumian abandoning his sword, holding his head and rolling over. He was so happy that he picked up his dragon scale iron sheath sword, and then brandished his eight-edged mace and came to force him to arrest him.
When Ye Wumian saw that the sword had fallen into Liu Feng's hand, his eyes were about to split, and he exclaimed: "It's over now!"
Having said that, after all, he still had a strong desire to survive, so he used all his strength to suck the milk, then used Qinggong, turned his body, and rushed forward.
When Liu Feng saw it, he laughed loudly and said: "Zhang Zei, the sky is going to destroy you. Where are you going to run? Let's see, what is the group of people in front?"
Ye Wumian looked forward. At the end of this open space, he could clearly see several long torches stuck on the ground. They were burning brightly in the light rain, with black smoke rising in bursts.
Under the light of the torch, a group of sergeants wearing strange armors stood side by side, facing him.
This team of sergeants is small in number, only about ten people, but the team is neat and solemn in appearance.
Standing upright in the darkness with the light on his back, his face cannot be seen clearly, he looks like a demon coming to the world, which is frightening.
The ten sergeants each held a fire stick-like object in their hands. When they saw him, they lifted it up simultaneously, level with their shoulders, and pointed it straight at him, without knowing what use it was.
Ye Wumian was still puzzled when he suddenly heard Liu Feng behind him suddenly shouting loudly: "Stop! Brothers of the Shenji Camp, stop quickly! This person cannot be killed! The Nanjing Zhenfu Division of the Jinyi Guards has named him alive. !”
It's too late to say this!
All I could hear in the sleepless night was a loud "bang, bang, bang" sound. The ten fire sticks fired out a volley of dazzling flames, spitting out tongues of smoke-laden flames.
Then, the time seemed to slow down, and he seemed to be looking at something flying towards him.
He wanted to hide, but his body was so heavy that he couldn't pull it away even if he wanted to. He could only watch these things getting closer and closer to him.
Most of them were deflected, but there were still two black things that hit the chest, and they couldn't stop them even with their internal strength.
In an instant, the two lumps exploded in his chest, and a heartbreaking tearing pain surged from the middle upwards to the top of his head, immediately exceeding the range he could bear.
Suddenly, pain, fatigue, loss, loneliness, sadness, and a sense of relief came hand in hand, like fireworks blooming in the eyes.
The sound of gongs and drums seemed to be ringing, and the ancestral society opera that I had watched in the village when I was a child began. The actors with big painted faces sang a sad tune that has been handed down from ancient times to the present.
But he had no intention of appreciating it, and his consciousness could no longer hold on. After leaving the question "Am I going to die?", his eyes darkened, his senses sank, and he knew nothing.
While Ye Wumian fell to the ground slumped, the big-eared Liu Feng arrived despite the wind and rain.
He saw the group of Shenji Battalion sergeants in front of him loading ammunition and preparing to launch the next round. He might have mistaken him for a bandit.
His face became anxious, and he shouted quickly, took out his waist badge with his left hand, flashed it forward, and said loudly: "This is the Liu of the Hundred Households Tested by the Thousand Households of Fusi, Jinyiwei Town, Nanjing!"
The tense atmosphere was relieved after Sergeant Shenji came to check his belt.
Liu Feng took Ye Wumian's shoulder, straightened him up, and carefully inspected the injury.
He saw that his chest was sunken into two large black holes. Inside the holes, black and red bones and blood were exposed, and the flesh was scorched and opened ferociously, making it difficult to look straight at it. Next to the black hole, it was also burnt black by gunpowder, and a mixture of blood and water gurgled out. His cold body was trembling and extremely weak.
Big-eared Liu Feng glared angrily at the sergeant from the Shenji Battalion who came up to check his waist badge, and said sternly: "Are you deaf? I already yelled to stop, and you still fired the gun!"
The sergeant of the Shenji Camp was a small flag, and he said unconvinced: "Liu Shibaihu, we are ordered to wait here at the foot of the mountain. We are told by the superiors that anyone who comes down the mountain will be shot with a musket, but it does not matter who Nanjing Zhenfusi is." "
As soon as this man opened his mouth, a strong accent from Shuntianfu and Beizhili came to mind.
Liu Feng was startled for a moment and thought to himself: "Although I am called the emperor's personal army, after all, I am only accompanying Yingtian Mansion. These Qiu Ba are the real emperor's feet."
After thinking about this, I lost a third of my anger. I didn't dare to accuse him anymore. I just complained: "Huh, don't worry about shooting? Do you want to shoot someone too?"
The little flag raised his hands and smiled: "How dare you, how dare you? After checking the waistband, it is indeed you, Liu Shibaihu. We were sent from the capital to Yingtian. As soon as we entered the city, we heard the name Liu Shibaihu. , How dare I do anything wrong to you?"
Liu Feng remained silent and quickly injected two internal forces into Ye Wumian's body, carefully protecting his ventricles and stopping his bleeding.
After another investigation, he took a deep breath and said: "This bandit is also very tough. He only received two blunderbuss out of ten, and both missed the heart. He only broke some sternums and burned some meat. If the breath is adjusted and the general is raised properly, he should not die, and the mission of capturing him alive from above can be completed."
In this era, the accuracy of a musket is just like a person who doesn't know how to gamble and places a bet in a casino. It all depends on luck.
Often, if you can fire four or five out of ten muskets, you are already at a high level.
Ye Wumian was also lucky and only got hit twice, but Sergeant Shenji was still very satisfied with this.
After a while, Qian Qianhu arrived with a large group of people.
Qian Qianhu looked at Ye Wumian lying on the ground, with a fierce look in his eyes, and was about to pick up the Yanyue Sword and chop off his head.
