Chu Zheng calmed down.
He thought he should be clear that Tsingyi Yamen's staff lurking in Jincheng County was not the only people like Tieban. They have lived here for a long time, which shows that King An's plan was very early. If this is the case, there is no reason not to make his strength stronger.
Fierce battles were raging inside and outside the city wall. No matter whether they could defeat the Tubo soldiers in front of them, at least they contained part of the Tubo troops and effectively supported the battle at the city wall.
It should be the intention of Wang An to make this layout.
Under the enlightenment of the Luna Sect, the Tubo people are indeed no longer a group of savages and barbarians. They are obviously prepared for all kinds of accidents, so even if the battle on the city wall has started, the soldiers in charge here can be as stable as Mount Tai.
Chu Zheng took a deep breath.
As long as the battle in front of him is worthwhile, he doesn't need to think too much, even if he dies in the street, he can die in peace. After all, originally he was going to be hacked to death in the workshop tonight, and became a monkey to warn the neighbors.
However, in the face of such a group of ferocious Tubo soldiers, those ordinary men who rushed out with kitchen knives and hammers might be scared back. They are all just ordinary people, even if their blood gets high for a while, when they see this group of evil gods, they will pour cold water on their heads...
Just rushed up.
rushed up!
Yes, Chu Zheng saw that the men rushing out from Funingfang were already closely following Tie Ban and the others, with red eyes, roaring like beasts from their throats, rushing towards the armored Tubo soldiers!
Chu Zheng's world view is destined to be subverted, or corrected tonight. The world seen by a sixteen-year-old boy is still too small, too shallow, and too partial, and the resulting worldview is destined to be constantly revised.
He didn't figure out what this battle tonight meant to these Han family sons.
Once the knife is in hand and the arrow is wound, there is no turning back.
On the battlefield, they are all soldiers, and timidity before fighting no longer exists.
This is the seed of bravery planted deeply in their blood by the Tang Dynasty!
Chu Zheng roared, ran a few steps, leaped over the ordinary men, rushed into the army formation that had been torn open by Tie Ban and others, raised the long knife in his hand, and killed a Tubo soldier who had no time to react. Cut in half!
Chu Zheng's eyes gradually turned scarlet, and there was only one thought left in his mind: No matter what, ordinary men's combat power will not be high after all, and they cannot be allowed to charge forward. He must cut down a few more Tubo soldiers and fight a bloody path for them!
This is the self-consciousness he must have as a Tang monk!
Bloody battles raged on the streets.
In the past sixteen years, Chu Zheng has never killed so many people at once like today.
After he was thirteen years old, the old Taoist would take him out of the city every year to find mountain thieves, and use the lives of Tubo thieves to train him in killing courage and skills. However, neither he nor the old man is a bloodthirsty person in essence, so the number of people he kills is limited.
But now, Chu Zheng's long knife has changed three handles.
The first curling blade was too strong, the second blade was cut too much, and the third blade was cut off directly.
The Tubo people who fell under his sword could not be counted with their hands and feet.
At the same time, three wounds of different depths were added to his body, and there was no time to stop the bleeding.
Even so, they only crossed the street for less than a quarter of the distance.
The Tubo soldiers killed endlessly. The ones in front are dead, and the ones behind will make up for it, and the end of the queue is still not visible at the end of the long street!
Fortunately, the Tsingyi yamen was brave enough, and the Han people also broke out, which surprised Chu Zheng with their combat power and fighting spirit. Even if the fallen residents were already crowded with each other, the men behind were still advancing one after another. The blood did not make them afraid, but made their anger burn completely.
Such a fight made Chu Zheng's blood rush straight to his head.
Even if he died here today, it would not be in vain!
However, the group of Tubo soldiers in front of them obviously did not hesitate to die.
They do not refund.
After cutting down the Tubo monk in front of him, Chu Zheng gave Mrs. Wei another hand. This plump woman, whose clothes were all dyed red, also had a horrible wound on her face, had fallen down three times before. He was rescued twice by other Qingyi yamen, and pulled up by Chu Zheng once.
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But this time, Chu Zheng failed to pull Mrs. Wei up, her body was extremely heavy.
Chu Zheng's heart sank, and he turned his head to look at it, and saw that Mrs. Wei was lying face to face in a pool of blood, motionless, and a large pool of dark brown blood was quickly spilling out under her body.
With no time to wipe away the tears, Chu Zheng raised his knife to block a Tubo man's tomahawk, and fought with him again.
That naughty woman who came to the stall every day and flirted with her five or six-year-old daughter with a handkerchief; her waist was obviously as thick as a bucket, but she still thought she was still young, so she had to twist it a few times from time to time The narrow-minded woman will never miss a penny from him every day.
Chu Zheng didn't know how long he had been fighting, but felt that his eyes were gradually blurring, with tears dripping down and blood stained, and behind him, his entire field of vision was a red world.
The knife in his hand became heavier, and he could no longer make many dexterous movements quickly.
Therefore, his moves were forced to become horizontal and vertical, and he could only pursue simplicity and crispness.
Blind Chen also fell down.
How could a person whose head was cut off in half and whose brains flowed all over the ground not fall down
Chu Zheng even saw that the opponent's two eyeballs fell out, but the tail was still in the eye socket.
Now, even if the blind man did not die, he became truly blind.
The more he kept fighting, the simpler the consciousness in Chu Zheng's mind became, and the thinking became single. In the end, there was only one voice left: forward.
Forward, always forward.
Until you kill through this street.
Until I saw other swordsmen from Tsing Yi Yamen.
Until... ... can no longer stand up.
Chu Zheng was obviously stunned when he saw that the iron plate turned his head, and when he saw that he was following him close to him. Chu Zheng grinned reluctantly, sort of smiling, just like Tiban smiled to himself before.
He is telling the iron plate, your brother, there is no one left standing.
He also wanted to tell Tieban, now, I am your brother too.
I don't know if Tie Ban understood what Chu Zheng meant, but he nodded and turned around to fight forward again.
Suddenly, Chu Zheng noticed a drop of business water flying out from the side of his iron face and hitting the bridge of his nose.
It's not hot, so it's not blood, it's cold, so... it's tears.
Chu Zheng saw that the iron plate had been stabbed in the waist, and he was stunned. He hurried forward and slashed the Tubo monk's head; Hair dug into his shoulders.
Without pulling out the iron spear, Chu Zheng kicked a Tubo man who came forward and wanted to make up for him.
He knew he was going to fall.
Together with the iron plate.
It's also good to pour it with the iron plate.
Behind him, there are so many heroes from Tsing Yi Yamen.
There are so many, who were so humble in the past, so able to endure humiliation, and so timid, but today they really stood up, picked up the Tubo people's weapons, faced the enemy, turned their backs to their families, and killed a bloody man from the Tang Dynasty. ordinary man.
Die with them, this life is worth it.
When we get to the ground, we must have a good drink with them, and make amends for our past contempt.
For the sake of fighting side by side today, and for the sake of being brave all the time, they will forgive themselves, right? I should be able to forgive, after all, I am only sixteen years old, and I am still young, so it is inevitable to make some small mistakes.
see.
Chu Zheng saw the end of the street, the end of the Tubo line.
Before the end of the street, there is a large open space.
This shows that there are not many Tubo people left.
It's a pity that I was exhausted, and I wanted to kill the thief, but I couldn't swing the knife.
The iron plate was no longer complete, and his body was already crumbling, but he did not swing the knife indiscriminately, but clenched the back of the knife tightly. He knew that the number of times he could swing the knife was running out, and he couldn't waste one time. Only in this way could he kill one more Tibetan.
There are not many men left behind.
There were at least three or four hundred men who rushed out of the gate of the workshop. Now, there are more than one in ten.
Chu Zheng staggered at his feet.
He stepped on a corpse and tripped. After all, he was too young to have really been on the battlefield, and he didn't understand the importance of avoiding the corpses under his feet. His body fell forward, and his heart felt icy cold. He knew that once he fell, he would never have a chance to stand up again, but he felt relieved in an instant.
Because, you can die.
The old Taoist mother of a thief, he ran so fast tonight, he didn't even care about his apprentice, he really... has no conscience!
Little... Xiaodong...
Will he follow in his father's footsteps and become a minion of the Tibetans
Will it
After all, he was already following Cymbal Bu.
Xiaodong...
Xiaodong? !
Chu Zheng almost thought that his eyes were dazzled, or he was hallucinating!
At the end of the street, behind the Tubo people, a young man in fresh clothes and angry horse, holding a spear, rushed into the Tubo crowd like a god descending from the earth!
In an instant, the bodies of several Tubo people were knocked into the air by armored galloping horses!
The young man jumped up from the horseback, and he was in the air, sweeping the spear in his hand, the light of the aura was like a spear!
The young man with a bruised nose and a swollen face, the Tubo people bursting with blood in front of his eyes, uttered a broken voice and shouted: "Brother Zheng!"
Chu Zheng was dumbfounded.
He was supported by the iron plate and stood up again.
He saw that behind the young man, a large group of warriors with knives rushed forward!
All those warriors have gray hair!
Everyone has white hair, but they are as fierce as tigers in the mountains!
Like a tiger in the mountains, killing Tibetans is like slaughtering dogs!
Chu Zheng's chest felt hot, and he couldn't hold it anymore, tears welled up.
Zhang Chang'an leaped high over a group of panic-stricken Tubo people, and slammed down in front of Chu Zheng. He stabbed a Tubo soldier to the ground with a spear in his hand.
Then he stood up straight in front of Chu Zheng, wiped the blood on his face indiscriminately, and showed a bright and gorgeous smile.
He said, "Brother Zheng, I'm here!"
When he said these words, his tone was normal, but the pronunciation of the words was trembling, full of power.
Obviously, he has been holding back these six words for a long time.
Chu Zheng was speechless.
He stretched out his bloody, trembling hand, barely clenched into a fist, and beat Zhang Changan's chest.
His voice was hoarse, full of surging emotions and emotions, and finally turned into three words: "Good brother."
Zhang Changan nodded heavily: "Good brother!"