"Enemy attack!"
Taylor and the others walked out of the alley talking, laughing, and cursing.
This road is the shortest route from Yicuilou to the Gili West District Temple...
As soon as I walked onto the street, I saw a long stream of people in a motorcade. Before they could see clearly whose team it was, they felt a little surprised that someone was leaving so early.
I heard a sharp roar of the wind.
As a devout temple warrior, Taylor prays and cultivates his mind on weekdays. He has a deep understanding of observing the enemy calmly. In particular, he senses crisis and feels that he is protected by the gods.
At this moment, I felt cold all over my body, as if I had been immersed in ice water.
Without thinking, he pounced and fell to the ground. He didn't care about the sharp pain in his hands and feet caused by the stone debris. He rolled wildly and shouted a warning.
At the same time, as quickly as possible, he reached out and put the gun pouch on his waist.
There was a Colt revolver.
"Strong fighting qualities."
When Zhang Kun swung his sword from the top of the tree, he saw the five people below spreading out like flowers.
Two people reacted a little slowly. They only had time to block their heads with their hands and did not move their feet.
The other three people fell down at the same time.
When the sound of "enemy attack" sounded, one person jumped up to fight back, and the other two actually took out pistols.
Good guy.
I am afraid that I have been used to being attacked for a long time, so I am always vigilant. Even in an environment where there is no chance of encountering an enemy, I am always ready to draw a gun.
'Are the temple warriors so strong at this time? Or is there something special about this team in front of you? '
This thought flashed through his mind, and Zhang Kun kept flying.
The sword passed through the standing foreign warrior like a stream of light, blood rose into the sky, and the head rolled down...
Without landing, he used the slight strength borrowed from the blade to twist his waist and turn over. His kick was like a dragon swinging its tail, sweeping across the temple of another foreign warrior.
Peng...
The huge figure of the foreign warrior was kicked from the side and flew many feet. He fell heavily to the ground. He staggered and tried to stand up. His eyes were bleeding while he tried to keep his eyes open, trying to find where the enemy was.
'The ability to resist hitting is also good, and the body is very strong. '
Zhang Kun pulled out grass to look for snakes, landed on the ground and leaned down, lowered his waist to explore the horse, stepped close to the ground, the sword flashed past his side, and with a "Hugh" sound, he cut off a thick leg.
At the same time, he jumped up in the air again, turned sideways, and used his left palm like a knife to strike hard at the Adam's apple of the foreign warrior who rushed forward with a roar and punched.
Three bullets passed behind Zhang Kun in succession.
The last bullet was only half an inch away from his head...
The strange burning heat can be felt in the ears.
Zhang Kun's heart was beating wildly, he shouted coldly, stirred up a strong wind, and threw himself in front of Taylor. He stretched out his hand and caught the palm of his hand that was holding the gun. He drew an arc with his palm and twisted the hair tightly...
With a bang, his wrist and forearm were cut off at the same time, and the pistol fell to the ground.
Taylor let out a roar of pain, his body suddenly swelled, and veins covered his head, face, and neck. He lowered his head and bumped into it like a bull.
boom……
Zhang Kun was only halfway through swinging his sword when he saw that the two-meter-tall strong man had already leaned over and hit his chest.
He put the knife in his elbow, crossed it and held it in front of his chest.
His feet were weak, and his figure was knocked flying.
'This collision has a force of more than 1,500 kilograms. Who says foreigners don't practice martial arts? '
A cold light flashed in Zhang Kun's eyes. As soon as his steps left the ground, his right leg turned into the tip of a whip and struck Taylor's lower body with a "bang" sound.
Snapped……
A soft sound.
Zhang Kun clearly saw that this tough foreign warrior could no longer control his muscles and bones because of the huge pain caused by the broken egg, and his whole body was twitching and spasming crazily.
Slowed for a moment.
Zhang Kun's upper body leaned back slightly, the sword light flashed from his elbow, and the sharp wind roared through the air, passing by Taylor's neck.
Taylor stood there, his roar still echoing at the entrance of the alley and shaking the long street.
A blond head has reached the sky, and a fountain of blood has risen into the sky.
"If I had known this, I would have taken action."
Zhang Kun was secretly surprised by the physical strength of the foreign warriors and their professionalism.
Even more amazing is the opponent's hand speed in shooting.
If it were the soldiers of the Qing Dynasty, if they encountered this situation, they would swoop down and kill five people like five chickens.
However, these five foreign temple warriors not only reacted immediately, but also posed some threats to themselves.
This is not simple.
You know, Zhang Kun has become strong and soft now, and he carries huge power with him... With every move of his hands, he hits some ordinary people, just like hitting a child. With a casual punch, he can send people seven or eight meters away.
However, the heavy bombardment on the foreign warrior did not kill him.
The strongest one was the foreigner who fired three shots and struck with a head hammer.
Not only did the other party react very quickly, he was also physically very strong, and his strength was not much weaker than his own.
It's just that these people generally follow the most primitive animalistic way of fighting, going straight, without a little change.
Otherwise, it should be able to hold on for a few more moves.
"Don't stop, keep going."
Zhang Kun raised his eyes and saw Yuan Guangyao's team in the middle of the street looking at each other in shock. Wu Zhongda and Tang Wenjun were already running like flying with their swords in hand, wanting to come over for reinforcements...
So, he made a gesture and gave an order loudly, asking them to move forward.
After taking this escort, Zhang Kun knew that there was something weird in it, so of course he would not sit at home and wait for news.
Instead, when Yuan Guangyao led the team to set off, he secretly hung behind the team to find out what the problem was.
He was just trying to prevent the major escort agencies in the capital from secretly targeting...
Unexpectedly, I found a big fish.
The men and horses of the Imperial Guard's Central Army are gathering momentum.
Although I was far away, I couldn't hear clearly what those people said.
It can still be guessed from the actions of these people.
The escort team of Yuanshun Escort Agency is really in trouble.
Nine times out of ten.
The other party still came for me.
The inclusion of foreigners was simply a matter of using foreign influence to find an excuse to attack the Yuanshun Escort Agency. The political support of the reform faction was directly uprooted.
This is easy to understand.
Moreover, Zhang Kun also guessed that the other party would definitely not only want to capture or kill dozens of people from the Yuanshun Escort Bureau by using such a large force.
The biggest goal should still be to keep myself here.
The more than two hundred spears were frightening to look at.
Martial arts practitioners are not afraid of foreign guns, but it depends on the situation.
If you are really caught in a fire, if you are still caught off guard and are in an open place, then no matter what, you will have a narrow escape.
…
The foreign warrior who was hit hard on the temple by his leg still struggled to get up...
His eyes were bleeding and he could no longer see clearly. He just pumped his fists wildly, trying to hit the imaginary enemy.
Zhang Kun pierced his heart with a knife, saving the man from struggling and screaming.
Especially harsh.
The foreign warrior who had one of his thighs cut off was frightened to death.
Dragging his bleeding lower body, enduring the severe pain, he kept crawling back.
He didn't have a gun on him, which was why Zhang Kun didn't care whether the man was not killed directly.
After stabbing the foreign warrior who was crawling and screaming to death with a knife, Zhang Kun picked up a revolver with a full magazine with a sullen face.
This is the remnant of the foreign warrior who died after his Adam's apple was broken by Zhang Kun's punch before he could shoot.
He had no time to search for bullets anymore, so he ran away quickly and disappeared into numerous houses.
The ground shook in the distance, there was the sound of horse hooves, there were people shouting loudly, and a large group of people and horses were galloping.
Zhang Kun's strong eyesight could even see the black torrent pouring out from the corner of the city wall...
It is expected that this army will arrive on Qianmen Street in less than three minutes.
'Originally, I wanted to deal with these foreign warriors quietly, without alerting the imperial troops. Unexpectedly, I didn’t get all the credit. '
'However, since you are determined to cause trouble, you might as well wait and see...'
Zhang Kun's figure runs like an arrow.
Sometimes he runs wildly in the alley, sometimes he steps on the wall, and sometimes he dashes forward on top of the roof tiles.
A long green shadow stretched out from his entire body.
Taking the lead, he attacked the 800-strong Wuwei Army.
…
"Although that man's plan is sinister and shady, I have to say that it is indeed very useful."
Hearing the roar of killing coming from the street in the distance, Kangtai chuckled, waved his hand and ordered: "Split into two groups, the spearmen intercept, the archers shoot at the base, and the cavalry follow me to attack... This time there is no one." Don’t let me go. If you dare to kill foreigners, you will be dead.”
Thinking of the huge achievements he could get in the future, and thinking that he might have to change his top to another one again, Kangtai was filled with enthusiasm.
Nowadays, the barbarians are no better than they were then, and their numbers have become extremely large.
Going up to Shuoyuan, the ancestors of every family had an extravagant life experience.
Either the prince, or the general...
There are even many descendants of the royal family who have no position or power, eagerly vying for those positions.
The most hateful thing is that some Han people and ministers have also begun to join forces and occupy many court and military positions.
Although their starting point is lower, promotion is more difficult.
But there are too many people.
Moreover, over the long years, many Xi people have gradually lost the concept of bloodline, and do not think there is anything wrong with this situation.
Barbarian generals like Kangtai, who were proud of the glory of their ancestors, felt a little uncomfortable.
'This is the country built by my ancestors. In the end, it is not my turn to enjoy the wealth and honor. This is unfair. '
His heart is often burned by a wildfire. Kangtai seizes the opportunity and fights desperately, trying desperately to make meritorious deeds.
Especially when suppressing Han "bandits" in various places, he charged forward time and time again, killing with swords and guns, and dyeing his hat red.
As for whether the dead souls under the sword were real bandits or innocent people, he actually didn't care too much.
All he cares about is headcount, and whether he can get promoted if he has enough merit.
"Jing Da, Jing Er, you charge into the battle with me. The leader of the Yuanshun Escort Bureau this time is the Fierce Tiger Yuan Guangyao. His marksmanship is very good, so remember not to be careless. After the gunmen fire three rounds of volleys, they urge their horses to charge. Don’t be reluctant to fight.”
Suppressing his horse's speed, Kangtai, holding a mace and a big stick, ordered the two family generals and confidants around him...
These two are brothers in the clan. They have been following him for many years, and now they have climbed to the position of guerrilla generals. They are able helpers, but they still need to give them advice at all times.
How much help it can give myself in the future.
Of course, how far we can go and how high we can climb depends on today’s trip and how much contribution it can make.
At this time, Kangtai could already see the convoy speeding towards the city gate, and a sinister smile flashed across his face.
A smile just appeared.
From the corner of his eye, he saw Jing Da, who was running on the front right side of his body, suddenly shake and his body slowly rolled off the horse.
There was a little red mark on his chest...
Then, the blood gushes out crazily, dyeing the chest red.
The lingering sound was ringing in the ears, and it was only then that it was fed back to the mind.
"Foreign gunman? How is that possible?"
Kangtai couldn't believe his eyes at all.
He was in the army, with so many soldiers around him, but someone actually ambushed him and killed his trusted general.
wrong.
'If Jing Da hadn't blocked that direction, I would have died just now...'
Just as this thought flashed through Kangtai's mind, he saw Jing Er leaping up from his horse and blocking him in front of him.
Poof, blood splashed all over his face.
Three gunshots were fired.
Jing Er was shot once in the chest and throat. His eyes widened and he didn't say a word. He fell to the ground silently.
"Shoot, shoot... all aimed at me, the cavalry will follow."
Kangtai roared angrily, but at this moment he had no choice but to believe in evil. He hurriedly turned over and hid behind the horse, not daring to move forward.
He just shouted and shouted at the soldiers to fight back.
The gunshots, like exploding beans, were fired in succession, causing broken tiles of distant houses to fly and brick walls to collapse.
However, the figure who suddenly made a sneak attack had already retreated to the back of the house, and even his shadow could not be seen.
Only then did Kangtai feel the heartbreaking pain on the left side of his face. He stretched out his hand and touched a mass of rotten flesh.
That was the left ear, half of it had been smashed, and blood flowed into the neck and chest, making people extremely angry.
"General."
Several personal guards rushed up in fear and knocked their heads on the ground.
On the battlefield, failing to protect the general is a crime of beheading.
However, Kangtai was obviously not in the mood to care about these military regulations. He glanced at the bodies of the two clan brothers Jing Dajing and Jing Er and said sternly:
"Turn around, surround me with the assassin, and push him across."
The escort team speeding toward the city gate obviously had no time to pay attention.
Since Wei Qingshan was killed, the city gate guard has now been replaced by a new person, a new general of the reform faction.
Some of those people were from the New Army and received military training from Western instructors. They only recognized military discipline and not people.
Obviously, he would not cooperate with him to block the Yuanshun Escort Agency.
This is why Kangtai needs to camp not far from the city gate and ambush.
Otherwise, if you cooperate with the city gate officials, it will be even more certain.
At this moment, whether the task is a task or not, whether the credit is merit or not, it no longer matters in Kangtai's heart.
He only wanted to kill the assassin.
He was filled with hatred and extremely jealous.
…
There are more than 200 guns and a team of more than 800 people rushing over like crazy. What is going on?
Zhang Kun saw it.
He found that he couldn't resist at all, let alone stand in the alley and shoot at people.
Just after emptying two magazines and killing seven or eight gunmen, there were two more bloody holes in his body.
One was injured in the shoulder and the other was injured in the abdomen.
This was the result of him paying special attention and moving around to dodge.
It was triggered by the stress in the energy transformation stage, and the crisis sense was actually not very useful... Being pointed at by dozens of guns at the same time, his body felt like thorns touching his skin, and the pores all over his body shivered and shrank.
It seems that there is danger on all sides and no place is safe.
No matter how fast he was, he couldn't dodge the bullets.
In particular, some bullets are not aimed at themselves at all, but are fired randomly.
This bullet has absolutely no murderous intent and no target. It flies in the air and jumps straight across. It is basically challenging the limit of one's own neurological reaction.
"Fortunately, the goal has been achieved."
Even if Zhang Kun thinks about his skills and doesn't take the gunshot wound too seriously, he doesn't want to fight to the death.
After quickly emptying a magazine, he put a little force on his feet and bounced into the alley before the rain of bullets came.
The figure took a few leaps and disappeared.
"Chasing, he's injured. He was shot twice. He won't last long."
Kangtai gritted his teeth and roared.
He clung to his back and commanded a large group of people to pursue him.
In just this moment, seventeen or eight more of the guards and gunmen in front of him died.
The man had two short guns in his hands, and the guns were accurate.
The only good thing is that the other party is alone and there is no response.
After a brief exchange of fire, he suffered two gunshot wounds. Although it didn't seem to be a critical injury, he had to retreat.
This is naturally the best opportunity to pursue.
When the opponent finishes bandaging and then attacks and assassinates him secretly, he will probably be frightened again.
"Yuanshun Escort Agency, very good..."
He brought so many soldiers and so many sophisticated weapons and equipment, but he was beaten so badly by one person just after he was dispatched...
The escort team at the city gate has slowly left the city, and no men or horses can be seen. It is obviously too late to pursue them at this time.
Moreover, what if we catch up?
They were not caught killing the foreigners.
If they really attack, the court may not be able to deal with it easily.
Maybe, someone will even beat him up...
The Admiral has never been particular about loving his soldiers like his own son. If he really got into trouble, he would probably be pushed out to take the blame.
Therefore, there is no chance to deal with the Yuanshun Escort Team.
Just let them go this time.
This assassin must die.
The army raided and searched, causing panic on the west side of the city gate. All the people were pulled out to check whether there were injuries on their bodies and whether anyone was hiding in the houses.
After struggling for most of the morning...
It wasn't until Kangtai became dizzy due to blood loss that he had to withdraw his troops and return to the camp.
…
At this time, Zhang Kun certainly would not wait where he was and fight guerrilla warfare with the eight hundred armed guards.
There is no point in winning. After a group of soldiers die, they will be recruited again. With mountains and seas of ants to replenish them, they can afford to die.
And if you lose, you will lose your life.
No matter how you look at this business, it is not a good deal.
He endured the physical pain, spent two points of dragon energy, and added a little physical strength.
Seeing the muscles squirming to squeeze out the bullet, the wound was scarred in the blink of an eye, and the skin was intact... He just let out a heavy breath, turned around and returned to the escort office.
