Chapter 201 The prince of Zhanliucheng attacked and killed him, and the fish and dragon of Guiliyang ended
Tao Qianzhi looked up at the gray sky, but the rain still showed no sign of clearness and weakening. He withdrew his gaze and said calmly: “Go back to the city.”
The sound of thunder, rain, horse hooves.
One rider was at the same time, and he ran out of the two or three miles long dirt path on the grave, and he was about to turn into the official road.
Tao Qianzhi’s pupils shrank, and a gloomy and fierce look flashed in his eyes. He raised his hand and stopped in an instant by the thirty cavalry behind him. The official road can usually be used for four cavalry to run together. After heavy rain, the pits are bumpy. The three cavalry side by side is the limit. If the cavalry wants to play the greatest charge effect, and the swaying space of the horse-war standard rifle sword, the two cavalry are the best.
On the official road where water droplets splashed everywhere, a young man with a sword stood with an umbrella.
The lieutenant knight who is skilled in swinging and whistle martial arts could not detect every grass and tree within a radius of three miles in a short time. In addition, the heavy rain eliminated the footprints. He could only guarantee that there was a team of about ten people. For this fish that was blocking the road, the knight who was already a sixth-rank captain of Beimang scolded: “Who is coming!”
The man with the sword did not speak, but slowly put away the umbrella and inserted the tip of the umbrella into the mud on his side.
Tao Qianzhi is worthy of being a decisive general. When he saw the young man’s movement, he pulled the corners of his mouth and said calmly: “The two teams launched a charge, and he will be killed without mercy.”
The two cavalry rushed out side by side. The horses under the knight’s crotch were strong and were good horses familiar with war horses on the border. During the running, it showed a very dynamic visual beauty. It was washed by the rain and the mane trembled regularly with the muscles. For a moment, the sound of horse hooves actually overwhelmed the sound of rain.
The two unsheathed swords are as clear as snow. The blade is wider and thicker than the northern cool sword, with similar lengths, slightly inferior in edges and greater curvature.
The experienced and powerful soldiers must combine the running speed of their mounts. The road conditions bring bumps and ups and downs on the horse’s back. The two cavalrymen have thick arms. They were originally brave and powerful cavalry spearmen of the Gusai border army. They slashed out with one knife and were domineering. If the two were not elite, they would not be qualified to be taken to Liuxiacheng as a personal guard.
Two high-headed war horses attacked each other. The young man stuck in the middle did not move his feet, his body turned like a top, drew a curve, and leaned back towards a war horse that fell to the empty sword. He stepped back with his right foot, and his back pressed against the side of the war horse that was moving forward. Then he made a loud bang, and nearly two thousand kilograms of people and horses were hit and flew out. The four horse hooves were suspended in the air, falling heavily six or seven feet away. The knight on the horse’s back fainted on the spot. After leaning on one horse, with a natural rebound momentum, the young swordsman rushed forward, took a few steps like lightning, and smashed his fists on the second war horse’s strong muscles. Blood instantly splattered, and the war horse wailed, and turned half a circle in the air before landing in the mud outside the official road. The cavalry was indeed brave, and he jumped away from the horse’s back, slid for a long distance in the mud, wiped his face, and his face was ferocious.
The other eight cavalry were divided into two rows of forward rushing forward, and the two leading cavalrymen were not afraid of the cold-blooded methods of the swordsman. According to the experience of fighting on the battlefield, they once again cooperated with the robes around them to chop the knife.
The young man did not retreat but advanced, his body was like a swimming fish, and he walked in the rain, lowered his head to avoid the knife, ignored the cavalry rushing past his right hand, stuck to the arm of another cavalry with his left hand, and his feet were carried off the ground by the momentum of the war horse rushing forward. He turned over the horse, sat behind the cavalry, pressed the cavalry’s head with both hands, twisted it, and killed him. Then he bent his arms and swam against the chest of the corpse. He twisted it backwards, and the corpse of 140 or 50 kilograms was shot and thrown backwards, hitting the head of the rear-end cavalry behind him. The head of the horse that had been fighting with his master for many years was broken, his front hooves bent, and he crashed down into the mud. The cavalry rolled and stood up on the spot. The fourth knight in this row was skillful in equestrianism. Not only did he avoid the dead horse that fell to the ground, he also bent down and reached out to pull up the robe of the front. The latter jumped on his horse without any stagnation. The two of them rode together and continued to pursue without fear of death.
It can be seen that the bravery and good at fighting in the Northern Mang martial arts soldiers.
The swordsman took a horse but had no intention of fighting with the horses left behind. The mount neighed in pain, and his four horse legs seemed to be crushed by a heavy burden. The swordsman and kite on the horse’s back flew into the air and turned around and stabbed the two riders in the air. The two riders saw only a shadow sweeping over their heads.
The two heads were swept off by one leg, and they rolled into the yellow mud in the distance.
The handsome swordsman, who had never drawn his sword, stood on the back of the galloping horse, with his toes slashing at another cavalry like an arrow from the string. Several of them were kicking the horse in his chest and stalking hard. One of them was separated, and his internal organs were broken.
Except for the second cavalry who was killed in the ten cavalry, the rest were dead.
The thrilling captain asked in a low voice: “General, will he send someone to the city to report the news?”
Tao Qianzhi nodded, leaned over and patted his horse’s head, and said calmly: “You twenty cavalry are scattered back to the city, don’t worry about me.”
The captain’s eyes turned red, and his voice was hoarse and shouted “General”.
Tao Qianzhi smiled and said, “It’s not so easy to die, I can’t bear to die here.”
After Tao Qianzhi finished speaking, he said in a cold voice: “Respond to the order and return to the city!”
After a brief hesitation, the twenty cavalry commanded the orders and left with hatred.
The young swordsman did not stop him and jumped from the horse to the official road. It was obvious that today’s Qingming Festival, he only stared at Tao Qianzhi.
Tao Qianzhi sat high on the light golden-colored sweat-blooded horse, holding the reins in one hand and the rash knife in the other, with a calm expression, and asked Hongsheng: “But Murong Zhangtai’s puppy sent you to assassinate Tao”
Standing on the roadThe assassin said nothing, but walked towards the city of Liu Xiachengmu.
Tao Qianzhi sarcastically said, “Is it possible that Princess Hongyan’s new face? Why did this little girl’s vision suddenly rise so much? It’s interesting.”
Tao Qianzhi, wearing an exquisite black armor, turned over and dismounted, patted the horse’s neck on the mount. The psychic sweat-blooded BMW trotted away reluctantly, neighing and wandering around ten feet away, stomping on the horse’s hooves impatiently.
The burly Tao Qianzhi seemed to know that the assassin would not reveal anything, and stopped talking nonsense. The moment he pulled out the rash knife, murderous intent filled the surroundings. The two sides ran against each other, and the official road was filled with murderous intent, which was far better than the momentum of the young assassin when he confronted the ten cavalry.
Tao Qianzhi’s sword technique is simple and simple, and is all murderous moves learned in his military career, and he will never be dragged on.
The two men who were bound to leave one of the corpses collided with each other, and the raging sword slashed on the short scabbard. The raging sword clearly had no extravagant hope of killing the enemy with one knife. They had accumulated seven or eight out of ten, so the blade slid down, extremely fast, and stabbed the young swordsman’s abdomen. The latter did not draw his sword, but only held the scabbard to block it. He did not look at the tip of the knife that was about to touch his stomach. He rotated his right wrist and left his hand in the sheath short knife. He rotated a roundness in front of him with no gaps. After the overwhelming raindrops hit the circle, they were shot and rebounded. Tao Qianzhi narrowed his eyes, did not retreat, and suddenly exerted force, trying to pierce the circle that was not as thick as the scabbard.
The tip of the wild knife rubs against the ancient scabbard, making a sound of metal and stone intertwining that pierces the eardrum.
Tao Qianzhi was stacked layer by layer, and the energy surged like a spring. In an instant, the arm strength was superimposed several times, and a bright white light burst out from the tip of the knife.
The young assassin retreated, but he could not see how he touched it. The scabbard was pulled back and moved back. His right hand smeared a subtle amplitude. He swirled around the tip of the knife like a poisonous snake, and then climbed upwards, and he wanted to chop off Tao Qianzhi’s wrist holding the knife.