One person, one sword, I have guarded the lonely city for 70 years

Chapter 3 The Day of Disarming and Returning to the Field

"Gauze, wrap the gauze!"

"The blood can't stop!"

"Wake up quickly!"

……

Hearing Jing Bing's anxious yelling outside, Song Yun felt secretly refreshed.

But then there was a slight sound of liquid splashing on the ground, and a faint smell of burnt kerosene.

"Not good!" Old Li's expression changed drastically, "They want to burn the house down!"

The two couldn't stay any longer, discussing how to escape in a low voice.

The windows in this back room are narrow and located high up, making it difficult to get out quietly.

If he got halfway through and was discovered by Jing Bing outside, he would be stuck in the window and be stabbed.

If you escape through the back door, you have to go to the outhouse first.

But Jing Bing was blocking the main entrance at this time, and while treating Shi Chang, he was monitoring the outhouse.

When the two ran towards the back door, their backs would be exposed in front of Jing Bing, and they would become live targets for bows and arrows.

"Only one person came outside, and there will be no more than ten people including the chief. We cut down four just now, and there are at most six left." Old Li Tou panted heavily, "While they are off their horses now, You can kill them all!"

Song Yun frowned and looked at him, "You are in this state, can you still fight?"

Old Li wiped the sweat from his palms and snorted softly, "Old man, I'm fine, you guys watch more and learn more, and see how I kill the enemy!"

The two looked at each other, and jumped out from the inner room at the same time, first picked up the door panel on the ground, blocked in front of them, and rushed out of the room.

Duk duk duk... The door panel vibrated, and several sharp arrows were embedded deeply, almost piercing through it.

A few more arrows, and the two battered and battered door panels will be completely cracked.

But with Song Yun's sprinting speed, Jing Bing outside the house only had time to shoot these few arrows.

Old Li took the lead, rushed to the door, threw the door panel heavily on a bow-wielding soldier, and swung his knife to force No. 2 soldier back.

Song Yun rushed out immediately, followed suit, and smashed the door panel on the face of the second bow-wielding soldier.

There were three other Jing soldiers outside the door, one was pouring oil on the fire, and the other two were still treating Shi Chang, who had died.

The five of them didn't expect that the Tang soldiers in the room would dare to come out directly, and their actions were a little flustered.

The two Jing soldiers with bows were stared at by the door, and they quickly stepped back a few steps, trying to meet the enemy with their swords.

But Old Li didn't give them a chance to draw his sabers, so he charged left and right with two sabers.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, Jing Bing's head flew more than ten feet away, and Gu Lulu rolled under the courtyard wall, leaving two bloodstains on the ground.

Immediately, two headless corpses fell slowly at the door.

On the other side, Song Yun rushed forward quickly, raised the bronze sword, and pointed the tip of the sword straight at the throat of Jing Bing, who was pouring oil on fire.

That Jing Bing quickly raised the kerosene can to block in front of him, trying to block the attack of the bronze sword.

Song Yun reacted quickly, changed his move directly, raised his foot and kicked up, and kicked his toe on Jing Bing's stomach.

That Jing Bing almost shed tears from the pain, his body instinctively curled up like a shrimp, and the kerosene jar dropped from his hand.

Song Yun swung his sword, wiped the other's neck cleanly, and at the same time kicked the clay pot away to prevent the fire oil from splashing on himself.

Although his level of martial arts is not high, but in the past year, he has often "practiced" with the veterans, and he has been beaten a lot, his actual combat ability has improved by leaps and bounds, and his reaction to battle is also quick.

Otherwise, it would be difficult for ordinary martial arts practitioners to beat these elite soldiers.

Just as Song Yun beheaded one person alone, the remaining two Jing soldiers swung their knives and slashed at Old Li's back.

"There's someone behind!" Song Yun shouted.

Old Li headed sideways to dodge, but affected the injury in the abdomen, moved a little slower, and was stabbed in the left shoulder.

The not-thick leather armor on the shoulders could not block the sharp saber, and the skin was ripped apart instantly, and a piece of broken bone stubble was exposed between the bright red flesh and blood.

Old Li's cheeks twitched, revealing a ferocious smile.

He turned around facing the knife, stabbed it with his right hand, and plunged into No. 4 Jing Bing's belly, twisting the wrist holding the knife violently a few times.

The last Jing soldier slashed horizontally with his knife, and the blade cut across a sharp arc, and took the head of Old Li's neck.

It was too late for Old Li to dodge, he just stood there holding the knife, staring at Jing Bing disdainfully.

puff.

At the critical moment, Song Yun finally pounced on him, stretched out his sword, and pierced Jing Bing.

Then he killed the No.4 Jing Bing whose abdomen was severely injured by Old Li's head.

The yard was already full of Jing Bing's corpses and scattered weapons lying crookedly, and the dry and hard loess was soaked in blood.

This difficult two-on-five battle is finally over.

[Song Yun, the town warrior, kills 3 first-tier enemies, and his martial arts repair value +3]

[Current state: first-rank martial arts student, peak]

[Required cultivation level at the beginning of promotion to Tier 8: 10/[-]]

One step closer to the second-order warrior, all the Jing soldiers outside the door were also killed.

But Song Yun didn't have time to rejoice, and quickly helped up the crumbling old Li.

After a little inspection, it was found that Lao Li's injury was already very serious, which was shocking to look at.

The knife wound on the left shoulder was nothing, the wound on the abdomen opened again, and the blood loss was too much. It is not clear what happened to the internal injury.

Song Yun carefully helped Old Li back into the room and lay down, "Hold on, I'll go find some medicine."

"Don't worry about me, silly boy, go hide in another place, there will be other Jing soldiers coming here soon."

Old Li coughed a few times, with blood froth overflowing from his mouth, but he still muttered:

"Don't look for medicine either, give me a sip of shochu, and bring me chicken legs as well."

Song Yun didn't listen to him, and went to the outhouse to search for medicine.

The back room became quiet, and Lao Li lay on the bed with his head weak, his cloudy eyes trembled slightly, and his eyes staring at the roof gradually became blurred.

"50 years go by so fast."

"When I first came here, I was as young and strong as Xiao Song, but now I can't bear it after a fight."

"I'm old, it's time to disarm and return to the fields."

"But, how should I go back..."

"No one will recognize me when I go back..."

Old Li's murmur became lower and lower, and finally fell silent.

The north wind rustled the window paper.

A few drops of blood dripped down Old Li's wrist and onto the side of the bed, slowly congealing into dark red.

Song Yun hurried back to the back room, saw Old Li with a peaceful face and closed eyes, his hands trembled, and several packets of medicine fell to the ground.

(End of this chapter)