The fox minister in the late Tang Dynasty

Chapter 345 Juggernaut
The sound of metal and iron clashing with swords and soldiers became more and more clear below, and the screams and screams of people came suddenly. While the man standing in front of the rock with his hands behind his back frowned, at the same time, behind the mossy rock, a little girl with pigtails rubbed her hands. He turned around with his eyes dazed.

"Father, what's the matter, it's so noisy."

The man didn't answer, but just stared down. The long sword behind him was pulled out suddenly, and he cut it to one side. He heard the sound of gold and iron in mid-air, and half of the arrow fell to the ground. The arrow lost its strength and landed on the ground. At the little girl's feet, the sleepy face on her chubby little face woke up suddenly, and she grabbed the corner of her father's robe and hid behind.

"father!"

"fine."

The man patted the little girl on the head, and looked back at the gentle slope fifteen feet away. A group of a hundred people chased after them, entangled with several people in front, and in the silhouette of fighting, a tall and thin figure moved back and forth , The speed is astonishingly fast, and in a blink of an eye, several men who are approaching are sent flying with one palm and one leg. If it is not for the distraction of taking care of other people, it will only take a moment to get out.

"Haojun's fisting skills, well, it looks familiar."

The man pulled the little girl back a little, and the chasing and fleeing fighters over there were approaching. He focused his eyes on the man with high martial arts skills. As a warrior, his eyesight was naturally higher than that of ordinary people. Under the fluttering robe, the man Mouth surprised 'Huh? ' With a sound, the little girl next to her heard her father's voice, and when she raised her face, she was brought to the edge of the rock.

"Xiao Shuang, wait for Dad at the back, don't come out unless I call you."

After finishing speaking, the man smiled at the little girl, lifted his sword and walked to another rock with a tall person on the side of the slope, the sword body "buzzed" into the gap under the rock, and at the same time he pried it hard in his hand, and hit the hard stone surface , yelling heavily: "Go down——"

The legs tensed, and the moment the soles of the feet kicked out of the mud, the huge rock loosened.

In the middle of the gentle slope, chasing and fleeing fighting spread up, amidst the bang bang bang of weapons, two green forest guards were covered in blood and killed the two masters in the yamen. Too much, fight the opponent back, in exchange for the catcher behind him to pass through his colleagues with a knife, and shoot a fishing net at the exhausted two.

"Be careful!" Geng Nian shouted, dragging his knife.

Apart from studying since childhood, the young man was often taught martial arts by Jiuyu, Dou Wei, and the guards in the green forest in the palace. He is good at swordsmanship and unarmed, but he has little experience. Prohibition can't be put right, and King Yong is a very filial person, so Jiuyu, Dou Wei and others dare not hold hands at will.

Geng Nian wanted to rush forward, but was pulled back by Zhao Biao. With a backhand knife, he chopped off the arm of a yelling Bazhou policeman, and someone swung a knife and shouted in this direction: "I am the king's beggar!" Subordinate" before he could finish his words, he was slapped on the iron helmet by a figure jumping up from the sky, shaking his brains to death.

"Take Geng Nian away—"

The figure fell down, it was Jiuyu, his sleeves were torn a few times, he was holding a fishing net in his hand, he thought he was just trying to save someone, but he was slashed at random.

At this time, the sound of horseshoes from behind has forced up the gentle slope. The first to come up is the cavalry stationed in Bazhou. When people came over, chasing and killing such a group of people from the rivers and lakes who supported the Yong army, he felt like a cat and a mouse. His cheeks were flushed, and he was excitedly waving a knife on the horse's back.

"Hurry up, pass them, and take the back road, let's see how they still run!"

The captain's excitement had not yet come to an end, the voice of shouting paused for a while, looking at the vision of the fleeing people in front, a little farther up, something huge moved.

then
A large moss-covered rock tumbled down from the top of the slope with a rumbling sound, bringing a series of mud and smoke straight to the pile of people below.

"Dodge——" Jiuyu reached out with both hands, grabbed Zhao Biao and Geng Nian's shoulders and quickly dodged to the side, and the rest of the green forest guards also instinctively dodged at this sound, and the next moment the giant rumbling shadow rolled down.

The congested yamen servants and the quick-responsive policemen have already run to the side, and the more than ten people in the middle have no room to move. When they can squeeze through, the rolling boulder has already come, and the bones and flesh are broken when they hit the people. The sound directly crushed several of them below, and then continued to roll over, bumping into the cavalry array rushing up, and the figures of people and horses flew in all directions instantly, or fell down the slope, or were directly crushed.

The school lieutenant pulled the reins, turned the horse's head to avoid it, and almost touched the mount's muzzle and landed at the bottom. There was a bang before it stopped.

He looked back on the slope, and saw a bloody trail paved from top to bottom, covered with human and horse stumps, broken flesh and blood. Fortunately, only a few of the cavalry under his command suffered, and most of the rest fell off their horses while evading. , or rolled off the slope.

However, amidst the chaos of people turning their backs on their backs, a figure had already rushed down from the top of the slope. Jiuyu, who was equally as skilled in martial arts, noticed it immediately. , with the soles of his feet propped up, he threw his body to the cliff on the other side of the gentle slope. The moment he borrowed his strength again, the long sword crossed the sky like a white drill. Zi's ​​body struggled and twisted and fell down.

The bloody light that soared into the sky naturally fell into the sight of the yamen guards, the fast arresters, and the cavalrymen who remounted their horses. A man with white hair in a bun drew his sword and drew it back. The ranks of arresters, the long sword in his hand is fierce and tricky, and his moves are deadly. In the eyes of others, the man with gray temples and beards are flying, and almost someone falls down with every step. It was the sound of tearing flesh and blood, the broken arm holding the knife, the head, and the broken leg were thrown into the air one by one, and fell like raindrops on the road ahead of the man.

As a police officer who arrests bandits, he naturally knows about the affairs of the world. Someone recognized the figure wielding a sword like a divine help, pulled his colleague back, and shouted: "Sword Master Qin Huaimian. Don't hit me. Let's go—"

Two more yamen servants fell down, and the rest of them retreated after hearing the shouts. Such a name is somewhat frightening. They have heard some from the rivers and lakes and green forests. In the past few years, the border of Bazhou appeared at some time. Occasionally every two years, sometimes every year, all the Jianghu people who have fought against him all praise the other party for his superb swordsmanship, which is comparable to the famous heroes who used swords in ancient times.

But the generals in the army don't care about such things. The nicknames and handles of the Jianghu people are just playthings in front of the army. Already up.

"Why don't you do it? Do you want to be dealt with by military law?"

"A man from the rivers and lakes scares you like this. On the battlefield, it is more than ten times and a hundred times more tragic than this!"

However, what answered him was a thrown long sword. The captain's voice stopped abruptly, and he looked down at his chest. A long sword sank into his chest, and the tip of the sword protruded from the leather armor on his back.

The next moment, Qin Huaimian put one foot on the horse's head, kicked the crumbling captain away with the other, drew his sword, turned and landed in mid-air, sat firmly on the horse's back, clamped the horse's belly, and softly drank: "Drive— —”

He galloped away on his horse.

(End of this chapter)