Chapter 9 Pingmo (Four)

"Brush--" A sharp sword light slashed head-on, as fast as lightning.

Ning Yanzhang did not dodge or avoid, and pushed his spear into the other party's throat. One inch stronger and one inch longer. When Fu Yaozi was guiding him in martial arts, he once introduced the advantages and disadvantages of the spear very clearly. After continuous feeding of the moves by Zhen Wuzi, Chang Wanshu and others, his mastery of marksmanship became increasingly skilled.

The opponent didn't know that he was the legendary second prince, and he didn't expect that he would dare to exchange his life for his life with him. He was stunned for a moment, and the steel knife that had already been slashed halfway and turned around with a blade to knock his spear. Ning Yanzhang wanted the other party's hesitation, and his legs suddenly exerted force, "Ding!"

The iron sheath at the front of the spear brushed out a string of Mars against the blade, piercing into the other party's throat, revealing a bleeding and half-sharp edge from the back of the neck.

"Come on, follow him! Follow the second lady!" Chang Youde, Chang Youcai, and the other five or six Changfu generals were shouting loudly while waving weapons to kill the "slaughter soldiers" around him.

The second lady whom she had to protect her family followed the bullshit "Second Prince". Even if everyone was unwilling to do so, they could only advance and retreat with this person. However, what this person said before did make a little sense. The bandits were not prepared for the sudden break of the door. The dozens of people blocked the door were all unarmed. Half of them were killed by everyone like cutting melons and vegetables. The rest either ran away or knelt directly on the ground, and their souls were lost.

There were only two narrow rows of sword and shield soldiers on both sides of the "Gate-Crashing Soldiers". Their mission was to use shields to cover the bricks and stray arrows for their own robes. Suddenly, they found someone coming out of the door and were shocked. Then, a crazy roar came out of their mouths, pushed away the robes in front of them, and waved their weapons to come forward to intercept them.

The sword and shield soldiers who had not formed a battle formation had a slightly better ability to fight alone than the villagers, but they were very limited. In addition to the generals of the Changfu family, there were Taoist priests and Taoist boys led by Zhen Wuzi. As soon as the two sides contacted each other, the winner was immediately decided. The sword and shield soldiers died and were injured, and together with the unarmed soldiers who collided with the door, they were killed. The family generals and Taoist priests led by Ning Yanzhang and Chang Wanying quickly stepped over their bodies and rushed towards the stunned archers further away.

Another group of sword and shield soldiers howled and rushed forward to stop them. Everyone's faces were almost filled with surprise and nervousness. They could come so timely, not because they were prepared for it. But because they didn't want to risk being stabbed to death by spears before, they kept "lazy" hiding behind the "wall-hitting soldiers" and pretending to use a Park knife to hit the shield to cheer for their own robes. Now, the people who were cheered instantly have suffered casualties. Apart from standing up to fight, they have no second path to choose from.

"Puff!" Ning Yanzhang lowered his head and rushed over, stabbing the sword and shield soldier closest to him with a shot. Then he suddenly pressed the back half of the spear with his left hand, and threw the man three feet away. A famous sword and shield soldier who was shouting and rushing forward was hit by the corpse and fell to the ground. Ning Yanzhang raised his foot and stepped on his chest, exerted force all over his body, and the spear penetrated into the throat of another enemy.

Chang Wanying followed like a shadow, waving her sword to protect his back. "Keep the formation, keep the formation!" Chang Youcai and Chang Youde clamped Chang Wanying one left and one right, loudly reminding her. The paint gun in her hand picked the left and right and stabbed the enemies who were trying to attack from the side, one after another, poked them into corpses.

"Keep the formation and keep up with Miss Second!" Following behind Chang Youcai and Chang Youde are the generals Chang Pu, Chang An and Chang Ning. They are also veterans who have been fighting for the rest of their lives, knowing the importance of formation and cooperation on the battlefield. Although everyone was completely forced to get involved in this fight today, no one has any room to retreat. Only by following the boy in front of them and trying to win as much as possible, and then they can win a glimmer of hope. On the contrary, if Miss Second is devoted to love, everyone can only die here in battle!

The hasty formation of sword and shield soldiers was immediately torn a bloody hole. "Keep the formation, keep up, keep up, and kill them all!" Zhen Wuzi led a group of Taoist priests and children, and dozens of folk heroes, closely followed the Changfu family generals. They did not know how to arrange troops and had no experience in fighting. However, they all had keen eyes. The team that was advancing forward in the shape of a gun was huge, but they were very hindered. If they could always maintain the current situation and attack forward, the goal that the eighth junior brother mentioned in the sect was not a dream!

"Kill, attack them from front and back, kill them all!" Finally, the people who rushed out of the gate were Zhenji, Zhenzhi and Zhenjing, as well as a group of villagers responsible for defending the north courtyard wall. Their defense line was not attacked, so Fu Yaozi, an old Taoist priest standing on the top of the Sanqing Hall, sent them all out in time. The new force did not hear Ning Yanzhang's previous tactical arrangements, but found that there were many bandits who had climbed halfway through the walls on both sides of the gate, standing there in a dilemma. For such a living target, everyone would not kill Bai, so they raised their swords and spears, and swung their shoulder poles and bolts, like hitting persimmons, knocking down the bandits in the dilemma one by one from the spear ladder one by one, and beat them one by one into meat sauce.

Listening to the crowded voices behind him, Ning Yanzhang was energetic. He held a spear flat with both hands and stabbed an enemy army. He was a Dutou, whose martial arts and courage were far higher than ordinary soldiers. He turned his body to avoid the spear that was stabbing towards him, and pushed forward with the steel knife against the spear pole.

"He wants to chop my fingers!" Ning Yanzhang instantly saw through the other party's plan, his eyes widened, and his hair was straight up. The other party's movements slowed down instantly, and his movements suddenly almost passed his own thinking. The left and right hands accompanied each other, and suddenly stirred a circle with a spear, stirring the other party's steel knife directly into the air. Then, his thigh instinctively kicked over, hitting the other party's lower abdomen.

"Puff--!" The bandits spit out a mouthful of blood on their heads and staggered down. Ning Yanzhang raised his spear and poked it down. The spear made of black iron hit the opponent's sternum, and the softest part between the ribs. Half a foot deeper, splashing out a string of broken internal organs.

A spear stabbed towards him and went straight to his chest. Ning Yanzhang quickly blocked the spear and fought with the other party. Chang Wanying suddenly poked out half of her body from behind and threw a shield picked up from the corpse towards the opponent. The man was caught off guard and was smashed right away, screaming and staggering back. Ning Yanzhang quickly chased after him, and took a step to sting, completely blocking the man's screams and scolding in his own throat.

More sword and shield soldiers rushed over from both sides, but were blocked by the Changfu family's generals. The two sides were moving quickly, slashing each other, and each move tried to take the other's life. Soon, many people screamed and fell to the ground. The living people stepped through the pool of blood without hesitation and turned a blind eye to the death that was close at hand.

"Swoosh swish swish swish-!" A row of eagle feathers flew towards him. Ning Yanzhang swung his spear and blocked it hard. None of them was blocked. The distance was too close, and the feather arrows were almost shot flat, with a fast and fast speed, completely exceeding his reaction ability. However, a good luck that had not been there for a long time suddenly enveloped him. None of the feather arrows hit a single hit.

"Ah--!" A scream rang out loud in his ears. Chang Youde was shot on his shoulder by a cold arrow, and blood quickly dyed half of his body red. A bandit closest to him saw the cheap, and pounced on him with a grim smile and slashed at his other arm with a steel knife. Chang Youde suddenly grinned at the other party, swung the paint gun with one arm, and smashed it hard on the other party's helmet.

"Dang!" The gun broke, the helmet cracked, and the opponent's neck was smashed to the side, and he died of anger. Chang Youde bent down and picked up a Pu knife, waved a cold wave with one arm, escaped from Ning Yanzhang, and rushed into the enemy. Two bandits were hit by him one after another, screaming and dying. A steel knife stabbed into his lower abdomen, and made a huge hole in his back on the other side. He staggered forward several steps, hugged the last opponent, and stabbed the man in the chest with the blade.

"Brother De, Brother De-Brother De-Brother!" Chang Ning cried loudly, blood and tears dripping down his cheeks. "Fill in the position, keep up! No one can live forever!" Chang Pu, who was walking alongside him, slapped him hard. Then, he crossed the paint gun and pushed him into the vacancy left by Chang Youde. At the same time, he took a slant to take over the position left by Chang Ning. The paint gun in his hand swung away again, pushing away the tip of the knife that the opponent took the opportunity to stab, followed by another neat flip, pulling the man into dust.

"Continue to move forward, don't delay, kill all those archers, kill them all to avenge Uncle De!" Chang Wanying shouted in the team with tears in her eyes, for fear that someone would be too impulsive and affect her formation.

Without him reminding everyone, they knew that this was not the time to mourn the robe. They continued to wave their weapons and followed Ning Yanzhang, the leader. Everyone fought while walking, with flesh and blood flying across the gun and blade. The battle boots and armor were soon dyed red by plasma.

Ning Yanzhang stabbed an opponent to death with a spear, raised the man's body high, and threw it to the bandits and archers not far away with all his strength. This action was extremely cruel, but it had an excellent effect. Seeing a bloody corpse flying towards him in the sky, the archers who knew it would be impossible to be hit, but the archers facing the corpse still let go of the bowstring and dodged to both sides. As a result, they squeezed their companions who were already holding their bows and were about to go, and the shooting arrows were as far away as they were.
Chapter completed!