The Book of Heaven

Chapter 44
In just a blink of an eye, including the corps leader, seven of the 14 members of the corps were lost, and half of them were gone!
Even though they were the elites who had retreated from the meat-grinding battlefield, they couldn't accept this situation. Two or three of them were so frightened that they went crazy and rushed towards Ma Zhao regardless of the formation!

Yuezhi people are good at using flying spears, but ordinary soldiers like to use flying spears, only generals who have practiced other kung fu are the exceptions!

Although flying spears can keep the enemy out, they are like spears and sticks. They have the inherent weakness of long weapons, not to mention that in order to carry more flying spears, the flying spears used by ordinary Yuezhi soldiers are often thinner and thinner than long spears and long sticks. Light, long but not short.

This has resulted in many ordinary soldiers not being able to use flying spears to protect themselves well during hand-to-hand combat, especially when encountering a guy like Ma Zhao who relies on strange strength for his food, a [-]-pound machete is not only as thick as a thumb at all. Flying spears can resist, even if it is three or five, the big-headed knife is almost like cutting off a few chopsticks under the force of Ma Zhao.

The other four or five soldiers were quite calm. After losing the commander's command, they covered each other and retreated slowly, trying to distance themselves from Ma Zheng and the other two.

But how could Ma Zheng let them do what they wish?

The long stick came out and the person followed the stick, the breath in the body flowed, the figure accelerated again, and appeared among the four enemies in a blink of an eye, holding the head of the stick firmly with one hand, rubbing the body of the stick violently with the left hand, and at the same time loosening the right hand against the tail of the stick, The long stick spun at high speed, stabbing towards the Yueshi soldiers!
This move is called pulling the grass to find the snake in the Ma family's fright stick.

However, it is completely different from other moves with the same name. The move of the shock stick has several variations, which is equivalent to several levels.

It was the first time for Ma Zheng to act like this, but it was only at the lowest level after getting started. According to the third uncle's explanation, it was not the grass that was "pushed", but the opponent's weapon. If you parry, you will be spun away by the long stick, so that the empty door is exposed, and what you "seek" is not a snake, but the opponent's vital point!

Compared with other weapons, the flying spear was even more unbearable. Before it bounced off, it was directly broken by the long stick, and then the stick hit the soldier's chest. The force of its rotation would tear the leather armor apart, and the flesh and blood flew everywhere!
"Pity!"

Unable to wait to exert his strength again, Ma Zheng had no choice but to withdraw his long stick, and went to push aside the three stabbing spear points. He only heard three crisp sounds, and the flying spear points landed on the ground. Flying spears, throwing at Ma Zheng from three directions!

For this kind of hasty attack, Ma Zheng didn't take it seriously at all, he just dodged slightly, locked on a personal soldier, and shook his stick again!

On the other side, the murderous Ma Zhao screamed strangely, and once again chopped down three soldiers with two big knives, and suddenly the Yuezhi people were on the side, and only Ma Zheng was left to face the three.

Ma Zheng's long stick hit the soldier's lower abdomen at a tricky angle, and under the urging of Qi, the head of the stick exerted force three times in an instant, and the soldier immediately sprayed blood, which was mixed with viscera fragments, and he seemed dead.

Fighting to such an extent, Ma Zheng and Ma Zheng have already won a big victory, but in strangling different wars, the victory or defeat depends on the death of one side. The head was knocked out by Ma Zheng, and the chest was pierced by Ma Zhao!

The big-headed knife wider than a slap is said to have pierced the chest, but in fact even the heart was crushed into powder, which is a happy way to die.

"Roar!"

After killing all the enemies, Ma Zheng hurriedly adjusted his breath to appease the turbulent Qi in his body, especially since he had to rub his eyes to relieve the swelling pain, but Ma Zhao, this idiot, seemed to be unsatisfied, and stuck his two knives in his feet He beat his chest with both hands and let out a roar.

"Do you think you're really Taishan? Be quiet, be quiet, haven't you heard that there are hundreds of people? Go, go, get out quickly, if someone makes dumplings, it's over!"

Ma Zheng urged the idiot, and at the same time he didn't forget to cut off the corporal leader's ears, even if it can't be used to pay for it, it can be exchanged for silver.After doing this well, Ma Zheng and Ma Zhao quickly hid in the dense forest and fled far away.

In less than a stick of incense, four scouts appeared on the edge of the battlefield. Their equipment was the same as the day before. The three who died in Ma Zheng's hands were undoubtedly Lan Libo's subordinates.

"Let them run away again, go back and report quickly! My lord has said that we are not allowed to fight privately as scouts, unless we are sure to drag the follow-up team to come!"

A leading scout looked at the battlefield with a frown and said to the other three scouts.

At this moment, he was really worried, if he encountered these two Han people, would he take action to stop them? Looking at the death conditions of those comrades, it was really miserable, and the enemy's methods could be called tyrannical.

"Lan Libo lost in the first match, all five of them were wiped out, and the opponent only took one shot, without injury."

"Oh?"

Doyesha's white and long eyebrows twitched slightly, "Which one of the two will take the shot?"

"It's that young man. Judging from the information collected at the inn, he's not yet old enough." The general kneeling in front of Doyesha was not the one who commanded the siege of Ma Zheng and others, but judging from his clothes, he was also the same. A whistle lieutenant.

"That is to say, my younger brother is a self-proclaimed elite soldier, but a group of people can't even detect his strength?" Although Doyesha was shaking his head, but his gloating was evident in his words, the sentry officer didn't dare to answer, and bowed his head.

"My younger brother, everything is good, but his spirit is too high. This person always has to suffer a little bit of setbacks to grow up. Amitabha, you go, and report when there are new situations."

The sentry officer bowed to leave, but Doyesha did not chant scriptures this time. He untied his cassock and changed into casual clothes, muttering in his mouth: "I'm going to kill people. I can't let my Buddha see it, no good, no good."

Doyesha went out and turned sharply, and followed a dark path to the front of the group. Two rows of four arch guards saw Doyesha's face clearly, and quickly knelt down on one knee to salute.

"Open the door, I'll go see those guests."

This place is not a good place at first glance, a few pagoda trees with luxuriant branches, covering the sky and the sun, the corridors are painted mottled, the floor is overgrown with moss, every door is hung with thick iron locks, some locks have been covered with dust, and some are rusty. The light tiles are bright, and some of them are not only locked, but also guarded by soldiers.

There is no window in the room, and when the door is opened, you can see the yellow beam of light coming in from the glazed tiles on the roof, and the smoke and dust are floating.

There are four people hanging against three walls, two of them are already wilted, their bodies are stained with blood, and there is only one breath left.

The man directly opposite the door with his hands and feet shackled was the big man who used Ma Zhao as a shield in the wine shop, and he seemed to be in good condition.

There was an iron cage in the corner of the room, in which the two Dumi girls were imprisoned.

"How about it, have you thought about it?" Doyesha walked into the room, ignored the soldiers, glanced at the iron cage, and walked straight towards the big man in Dumi.

"I didn't expect that the eldest son of Tangtang Nan Duotuo would do the same thing of killing and stealing goods, or would he rob the women?" The big man in Dumi was not very afraid of this Duoyesha, his eyes were disdainful, and his words were even more muddled without regard for life and death.

　It's not easy to write a book, so I have the cheek to ask for collection, recommendation, and reward!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)