Chapter 5 Short Song (Seventh)

"Zheng Ziming, you have no way to escape. It is better to fall into our hands than to fall into the hands of the fish skinned man!" Yelu Huageli kicked the stirrups violently, chasing the big ship that was slowly tilting down and neighing.

"Zheng Ziming, surrender. Don't think about yourself, but also for your father and your brothers!" Yelu Dilie, the governor of the Eastern Route Army, rode his horse with dozens of personal soldiers on the north bank of the Liao River. While chasing, he shouted orders at the center of the river.

"Zheng Ziming, surrender, the Emperor of the Great Liao is the most heroic hero!" Countless soldiers persuaded each other on both sides of the Liao River.

The fish skin mashed stew has lived in poor mountains and rivers for generations, making caves, eating raw meat and drinking blood. In the eyes of most Khitan soldiers, they are the perfect Huawai savages. However, Zheng Ziming and his brothers are considered true heroes. Therefore, at this moment, most Liao soldiers would rather give up hatred and let Zheng Ziming join him with their brothers than watch them die at the hands of Huawai savages.

"Yes!" Zheng Ziming gritted his teeth and allowed Tao Dachun and Zhou Xin to burn the wound with burned red weapons to prevent death from losing too much blood. Although he himself didn't know how long he could last.

Since he was taken away from the White Horse Temple in Wagang Mountain in a daze, he has experienced many battles, and he has not counted clearly. He has suffered thirty or forty injuries. However, he has never been completely trapped in desperate situations like he is now.

The big ship had already entered severe water and began to tilt to the left. The upper half of the left side of the ship was briskly rising, and the melted butter flowed around along the cracked side of the ship. Every time he passed, the flames were brought to one place, allowing the shadow of death to quickly cover the heads of everyone on the deck.

"Zheng Ziming, you are a smart person. You should know that there are people in the south who don't want you to return to the Central Plains alive and betray your whereabouts to the Liao Dynasty! Jump into the water and swim. My Daliao admires the warriors who are good at fighting the most! I personally go to ask His Majesty the Emperor to forgive all the faults of your father and son!" Seeing that the ship would fall apart at all times, Zheng Ziming still refused to listen to the advice. Yelu Huageli made up his mind and simply told the situation he knew.

"Zheng Ziming, I am Yelu Chacho, the king of Taining of the Great Liao Dynasty. If you have seen me, I can guarantee to His Majesty the Emperor to avoid you from dying!" Yelu Chacho also rode his horse and chased him along the river bank, half-true and half-false advice. If Zheng Ziming could be conquered, there would undoubtedly be a tiger general under his tent. Guo Wei's Great Zhou had an extra mortal enemy.

"Zheng Ziming, row the boat to the north shore, and the north shore is closer. I, Yelu Dilie, the governor of the Khitan Eastern Route Army, swear to the sky, to protect your father and son from death!" The shouts of shouting were rising from the waves. The soldiers of the Eastern Route Army kept repeating the same vows under the instructions of their commander. Compared to Han Kuangsi, a shameless person who killed his daughter and sought honor, there was no doubt that Zheng Ziming, a good man who sacrificed himself to save his father, was more pleasing to everyone.

"Go to your mother, how can Han'er be a Liao Dog!" The answer was an angry shout. Zheng Ziming covered his burnt shoulders, staggered a few steps, and cursed at the river bank.

"Go to your mother, Han'er will never be a Liao dog!" Zhou Xin, Tao Yong, Li Shun and others, who were a little confused before, suddenly became very motivated, and they opened their voices and gave the final answer to the enemy in unison.

It simply and with a roaring sound and extremely firm belief, it spread clearly to the Khitan soldiers on both sides of the Taiwan Strait along the strong wind on the river.

The voice of persuading surrender stopped abruptly. Yelu Dilie, Yelu Huageli, and Yelu Chache and others all seemed to have been slapped dozens of slaps. "Shoot the arrows, shoot the arrows, shoot him to death, shoot him to death! Shoot this guy who doesn't know what's wrong!" Someone shouted in anger, and then, locusts fell like rain.

The river wind was too strong, and all the feathered arrows fell into the water halfway, and no one made any contribution.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..." The anxious horn sounded again, and Yelu Chache became angry and ordered people to use the horn sound to convey the final order, urging the fishpie to tear Zheng Ziming to pieces.

"Shunzi, help me push the crossbow to my side on the starboard side and aim at the guy who fired the cold arrows on the south bank!" Zheng Ziming ignored the flying feather arrows and gritted his teeth to order. The cold light in his eyes was like two steel knives, shooting towards Han Kuangsi who was stunned on the shore through the thick smoke.

"Hey!" Li Shun agreed softly, and went with Li Biao and Tao Yong to move the crossbow behind the side of the ship on the right.

"Others, prepare for battle!" He turned his head and glanced at the small boat that was leaning towards the river like a mullet on the surface of the river. Zheng Ziming continued to give a deep voice, as if he was still carrying tens of thousands of troops around him, and there was no panic on his face.

Since the day he left Wagang Mountain White Horse Temple, he has been playing hide-and-seek with death. Once, and then again, fate seems to never want to let him live his life. Every time a ray of dawn appears in his life, he immediately forces it to the cliff.

Since that's the case, just fight hard. If you die, die!

At least, he has been here, he has fought, he has found his relatives, and he has a group of chivalrous brothers around him. He has never been lonely in his life!

"Wow, hehe..." Although the black painted boat of the Yusie Moe people was small and slow, it blocked the entire river with its numerous numbers. Seeing the big burning boat getting closer and closer to them, they shouted excitedly and threw out the iron fork with a rope tied in their hands.

"Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom!" The iron forks used for fishing were nailed to the side of the ship, densely packed, like a group of blood-sucking lees.

"Chacha..." More than a dozen small boats blocking the north-center of the river were directly overturned by the large ship. The fish skin mackerel on the boat was broken and the bones were broken, and the blood was instantly dyed red.

"Wow, haha, haha..." The other mohes turned a blind eye to the death of their companions. They continued to shout excitedly and tighten the ropes. Dozens of ropes were stretched out quickly, and the ship had already lost control. They shook and instantly crossed over and stopped in the center of the river.

Li Shun and others who were trying to aim at the shore were staggered and lost their target. After trying to regain their foothold, they had to push the crossbow again and look for a suitable parking crossbow along the deck. Zhou Xin and Tao Dachun bent over and picked up the steel knife, rushed to the side of the ship, and chopped around the side of the ship. "Click! Click! Click!" "Click"... The ropes tied behind the iron fork were cut off by the two of them in succession, but more iron forks flew over and nailed the side of the ship, bringing more ropes, densely packed and unbearable to cut.

"Go to die!" Shi Chonggui picked up an iron fork that landed on the deck and threw it at a small leader who was about to climb onto the boat. He immediately pierced the man's neck.

"Ah--!" The little leader of Moe screamed and fell into the water, splashing a red wave. Another little leader jumped up on the nearby lacquered boat, and without hesitation, he grabbed the fish skin rope tied to the bow of the boat, bit the knife with his mouth and alternated his hands.

"Go to death!" Guo Xin also picked up a gun and threw it hard.

The second leader of the Moeche was thrown through his body and screamed in anger. The third leader followed and stood up on the Wuqi boat, holding the fish skin rope tightly with both hands and moving alternately.

"Go to die, go to die!" The other Cangzhou warriors were quickly inspired. They learned from Guo Xin and Shi Chonggui, picked up the weapons left behind by the Khitans from the deck, and smashed them at the Moeshi warrior who was climbing the rope.

The Moe Warrior had a thick body and thin fish skin on his lower body. He was smashed like dumplings and fell into the water. However, they were too many, and one of them was smashed and climbed up a row.

"Wow, wow ah ah!" An elder Moeche who was standing on the Wuqi boat roared and shot out a feather arrow.

In an instant, feather arrows came across the sky. Guo Xin, who had just raised a gun and threw a gun, could not dodge. He was shot in more than twenty arrows in his body in an instant, and he staggered and fell down with his eyes wide open.

"Wow, wow ah ah!" Elder Moe, who was standing on the Wuqi boat, yelled with fists as he thrust his chest, and was inexplicably excited.

More feather arrows flew onto the deck, forcing Shi Chonggui and Zhongcangzhou warriors to hide in the cabin and were no longer able to stop the Mohe Warriors from climbing the boat.

"Swoosh, swish!" On the deck, Zheng Ziming pulled the mechanism with one hand with red eyes, and three crossbows were fired at the same time. Elder Moe, who was shouting, was shot and flew up, and his body was split into pieces.

"Wow, wow, wow..." The other samurai warriors beat their chests and stamped their feet, their eyes turned red, and they held the horn bows given by the Khitans and shot Zheng Ziming in a row. Li Shun and Li Biao held a wooden board for repairing the ship to protect their head coach. The three of them moved quickly and rolled into the smoke-filled cabin before the wooden board was smashed by feather arrows.

In the cabin, Shi Chonggui came forward and hugged his son with both hands, tears falling from the rain.

I am an unknown person who has previously dragged down the entire country. Now, I am going to drag my only son who lives in the world into the abyss of death.

"Uncle Shi, it's not your fault. Following Ziming is the luckiest thing in my life!" Tao Dachun knew the old man's thoughts, walked up to him and patted Shi Chonggui's shoulder with one hand, then walked towards the hatch with a spear.

"Shiwang, if we were not generals, we would have to be a farmer in our lives, either dying under the Khitan sword or at the hands of powerful families." Li Shun also raised his hand, carefully patted Shi Chonggui's shoulder, and said with red eyes.

"On the day I joined the army, the general taught me something that men cannot be dogs!" Tao Yong never said much, but he said it loudly.

"Just fight to the death!" Several other surviving Cangzhou warriors raised their swords to greet Zheng Ziming, then quickly walked towards Tao Dachun, and formed a sharp attack array with it as the core.

The Mohe people had already climbed onto the deck and were looking around to find the target of attack. The fishy smell on their bodies made people feel sick.

"Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow..." A tribal high priest with hundreds of braids and holding a human skull cane in his hand was also pulled up by the Mohe warriors who had boarded the ship first. As soon as their feet touched the deck, they began to pretend to be a god.

The prey is already a fish on the board, so don’t rush to take the knife. According to tradition, at this moment, he must first take the lead in thanking God.
Chapter completed!