Chapter 3 Hurricane Nine

"This ghost weather is really a life-threatening person. Bah." A Khitan soldier from the patrol team wiped the rain on his face and cursed.

"It's better for Xiao Fox and the others to follow the general to escape from the rain." Another Khitan soldier moved the scimitar in his hand and said with envious expression.

"Stupid, you can go anywhere to shelter from the rain. Why do you go there? The general is going to play with Emperor Sun again. You don't know..." The third Khitan soldier took the blame with hatred.

Happiness is for big people, and small people can only continue patrolling in the rain. Although this remote countryside cannot easily see a few strange faces.

"I don't know what, um." The Khitan soldier who spoke first turned his head and suddenly a red thread appeared on his companion's neck. Then, his eyes turned dark and he was spinning.

Several other Khitan soldiers decisively grabbed the horn on their chests and quickly moved to their mouths. However, before they could blew the horn, all their strength suddenly slipped away from their waists.

"Puff!" Zheng Ziming gave the knife and drew the knife, his movements were like flowing water.

Tao Dachun, Li Shuner, Tao Yong and others pulled out the dagger from the waists of the Khitans, held the body with one hand, and slowly lowered it.

They have trained this move countless times, first as a straw man, then as a sheep and pig, and finally as a cow. They will never find the wrong place.

The Khitan soldiers whose kidneys were pierced were so painful that their faces turned pale and they were in a state of excitement. From the beginning to the end, they could not make any louder sounds.

The blood spurted out along the wound, quickly dyeing the rainwater on the ground red. Then it was quickly diluted by the rainwater and flowed out of the door along the slope of the ground. In a blink of an eye, it mixed with the mud, and there was no difference.

"Shunzi, take two brothers to guard the gate, everyone else, come with me!" Zheng Ziming waved his hand at everyone, threw a sentence, and continued to flash into the yard. His body fell and fell, as flexible as a legendary ghost.

Li Shun nodded slightly, immediately grabbed the two brothers closest to him, and made a gesture, ordering them to go with him to guard everyone's retreat. Tao Dachun, Tao Yong, Li Biao, Wang Baogui and other brothers who performed best during training followed Zheng Ziming, in a dispersed formation and alternately advanced. With the cover of the storm, they approached their goals step by step.

They have been lurking next to this small courtyard for several days. Tonight, they finally waited for God's favor.

They followed their generals and prepared to create another miracle that would have been unprecedented. If successful, it would be enough to shock the entire Liao Kingdom and make Yelu Ruan king and minister unable to rest day and night from then on.

Crack, Crack, Crack, lightning flashes one after another, endlessly.

Rumble, rumbling, rumbling, thunder rolled, covering everything on the ground.

On a thunderstorm night, it is a good weather for killing people.

Two Khitan soldiers who came out to fill in fodder for their mounts just poked their heads from the entrance of the horse shed, and were instantly sent to the west by Zheng Ziming.

Tao Dachun rushed over with his waist and dragged the bodies of the two unlucky Khitan soldiers into the horse shed with Zheng Ziming. The war horses in the shed were frightened by the blood and kept sniffing. A muffled thunder rolled through the sky, and waterfall-like plasma emerged from the war horse's neck. When the world returned to silence again, the horse shed had completely recovered from silence, with only warm corpses on the ground.

"Who, who is there? Xiao Tielang, Sarile, Kuding, what are you doing? Come out and come back and talk!" A small group of Khitans walked out of the nearby house in the rain, covered the lanterns with straw raincoats, and looked around. The thunder was loud and the rain was pouring, but they had been rolling on the battlefield for many years, and still vaguely felt something was wrong.

Their premonition was very correct, and it was just too stupid to pick up lanterns to shine around. The dim lights not only did not shine on the infiltrators lurking in the dark, but instead exposed their location and number of people.

Zheng Ziming quickly calculated the number of opponents with the light. Then, he waved gently to Tao Dachun and others behind him.

Tao Dachun and his brothers nodded, and automatically divided into two rows. With the protection of the rain curtain, they touched the team of Khitans from the left and right sides.

There were eight Khitans in total, but there were thirty-six on their side. Four were more than enough to deal with one, and it was impossible to miss it.

The blood splashed quickly, dyeing the rain falling from the sky red, dissipating into balls of red smoke.

"Click!" "Click!" "Click!" Lightning flashed one after another, illuminating the ghostly figures, illuminating the dilapidated and low houses, and faces that lost their anger.

"Crack!" A pale lightning flashed into the depths of the yard, shaking out white smoke from the roof tiles of the main house.

The water in the deepest main room in the yard has boiled.

The tea has been cooked and placed on the table.

Three Liao generals, Xiao Limi, Yelu Qin and Zarim sat on the chairs, deafing the thunder above their heads. They were very busy and happy.

The most noble person in the world is said to be the emperor.

And trampling the most noble person under your feet is more delicious than a god.

"You old guy, the emperor is not very good at treating people. You are very good at serving people." Xiao Li praised with a contemptuous smile, raised one leg, and then raised the other leg to Shi Chonggui's knee and slowly shook.

Shi Chonggui was so scared that his legs were numb, but he had to grit his teeth and hold on with his hands up and down to relax his muscles and promote blood circulation. He was afraid that his movements would be slower and he would suffer again.

"Hey, do you think your son will listen to you and come to serve the emperor with his troops?!" Zarim was afraid that he would not be humiliated enough, so he spitted the tea leaves in his mouth on the ground and asked in a long voice.

What he needed was not the answer, but the remorse and angry look after Shi Chonggui was stimulated, but swallowed his anger. Sure enough, this time, Shi Chonggui began to tremble again, with red eyes and tears, like a lamb about to be sent to the altar.

"Okay, stop just playing with him!" Only Khitan General Yelu Qin was a little "kind" in his heart, smiled, and whispered to dissuade him, "Once he is killed, it is difficult to explain. The emperor still keeps him for other purposes!"

"He won't die, otherwise he would have died for many years!" Zarimu shook his head disdainfully, and the tea leaves were spit everywhere.

"Then don't just play around, go outside and take a look when you have time!" Yelu Qin moved his tea bowl backwards in disgust and gave a deep command.

He is an authentic royal family. Although his bloodline is a little thin, he is not something that a general like Zarim can afford. After hearing this, the latter could only put down the tea bowl in disappointment and struggled to get up, "Okay, two elder brothers, use it slowly, I will go!"

After saying that, he put on a straw raincoat and ordered his personal soldiers to pick up the lantern, block the mouth of the lantern with cowhide, and pierced into the rain curtain.

"Boom, rumbling", thunder rolls, endless.

Three cold lights suddenly flashed in the rain.

The three Khitan soldiers covered their hands and rumbling, widened their eyes and fell to the sky.

Zheng Ziming, Tao Dachun and Tao Yong put away the Wuhou crossbow and pounced on him. The dagger in his hand shone with a faint blue light under the lightning.

The rest of the Khitan soldiers raised their swords to fight, and more crossbow arrows without tail feathers shot from behind them, bringing them down one by one in the rain. The elite soldiers in Cangzhou quickly approached, pulled out the dagger, wiped it at the throat of the dying person, and then quickly dragged the body to the base of the wall.

Zheng Ziming wiped the rain on his face and licked his lips. His dark eyes were filled with endless cold light. This was already the third patrol team. Although he didn't know the rhythm of his opponent's patrol, it was certain that there was really not much time left for him.

Almost at the same time, Tao Dachun and Tao Yong looked at each other, made a gesture, and bending into the next cover point, under a broken thatched hut.

Li Shuner's uncle and brother Li Biao and other brothers who performed best during training followed closely behind, while Wang Baogui, who had the best shooting skills, occupied the front position, leaned his waist and glanced around with a wolf-like gaze.

Under the thatched hut, a lazy Khitan soldier suddenly appeared and looked at Tao Dachun. Before he could scream, Zheng Ziming flew up an axe and slashed directly into his neck. The Khitan soldier widened his eyes, tilted his head to the side, and died on the spot.

He stepped forward and patted Tao Dachun on the shoulder. Zheng Ziming bent down and picked up the axe from the corpse. Then he neighed softly, stretched his neck, and began to observe the second layer of defense circle in the yard.

The second floor defense circle is several wing rooms connected to a main room. The lights are on in each room. Through the rain, you can see about 1230 Khitan soldiers scattered in different rooms, yawning boredly...

In the main room, a bearded general who had just arrived was holding a horse whip and cursing at the four Khitan leaders beside him. The few little leaders were obviously not convinced by him, each holding his arms, shaking his legs, and turning his lips higher than his ears.

Zheng Ziming silently calculated that within a few moments, he could kill at most half of the guards of the Khitan soldiers, and the remaining people would definitely alarm the people inside.

"Attack hard, break through this house and you will reach the backyard of the guard Lingzun! You can just push forward and leave the rest to me!" Tao Dachun followed quickly, recalling the sketch drawn by Zheng Ziming in advance, and whispered to the suggestion.

"Okay, I'll go first, you can take someone to deal with the others!" Zheng Ziming nodded without hesitation, and then he jumped towards the main room. His left hand had a short blade and his right hand had a sharp axe, like a beast going down the mountain to rush to eat...

Tao Dachun and more than a dozen brothers quickly dispersed, picked up the Wuhou crossbow, and pointed it at the window.

Tao Yong followed Zheng Ziming with more than a dozen other brothers, like a shadow.

"boom"

"Swoosh"

The dark sky was once again dancing silver snakes, and lightning showed its uniqueness in the air without restraint.

After the lightning flash, the room suddenly became dark, and a group of Khitan soldiers who were hiding from the rain fell down.
Chapter completed!