Daming Yinghua

Chapter 10 The Vengeful Young Master

Xu Aliu is an out-and-out villain, but also an out-and-out loyal servant.

He just broke out of the siege, he came to the stables to snatch the horses to meet the bandit leader Qiu Wanliang.

At this moment, he didn't care about his legs bleeding profusely, clamped his horse's belly, and ran towards Qiu Wanliang, who was a hundred steps away.

Behind Qiu Wanliang, seven or eight guards who had been with him for many years were forming formation, blocking the stone road, desperately fighting with the soldiers led by Niu Chengzhong.

Some of those guards also used long spears, and they were very experienced in battles. In more than ten rounds, their marksmanship has not fallen to Niu Chengzhong's disadvantage.

Qiu Wanliang ran to Xu Aliu's horse and got on his horse during the escape time the guards had won for him.

Niu Chengzhong's eyes were about to burst, he shouted loudly, the silver spear was as fast as lightning, and as fast as a whirlwind, and with a move of "black dragon swinging its tail", he finally stabbed three opponents in a row, piercing a gap in the opponent's formation.

He raised his gun, avoiding the blades of the enemies who made up the formation, kicked the shoulders of several people with his two strong and long legs like heavy hammers and drums, and jumped out with his gun, straight after Qiu Wanliang. .

On the other side of the flagstone avenue, Zheng Haizhu was watching Huang Zunsu in amazement, holding a small porcelain pot in his hand, and lit the fuse drawn from the mouth of the pot on the stable torch.

She stabilized her mind, ordered Huang Zunsu and Han Ximeng to back away in a deep voice, then raised the porcelain pot and stared boldly at the fuse that looked like miniature fireworks blooming.

Fortunately, the length of the lead wire was skewed, and when the sparks approached the mouth of the porcelain bottle, the horses of Xu Aliu and Qiu Wanliang had just galloped past.

Zheng Haizhu rounded his arms and threw the porcelain pot in front of the horse.

"Ping—slap—"

The moment the porcelain jar hit the ground, instead of shattering, it exploded completely like a grenade.

In addition to the sharp porcelain pieces, there were dozens of iron needles hidden in the jar that exploded, most of which pierced the horses and bandits who just stepped into the explosion radius in an instant.

The galloping horse neighed, and instinctively raised its front hooves in pain, throwing Qiu Wanliang and Xu Aliu off their backs.

Xu Aliu's healthy eyeball was stabbed with an iron needle, and he immediately became a blind waste. In addition, the arteries in his legs spurted blood like a spring, and he was on the ground like a leech soaked in brine, covering his eyes. He twisted his face for a moment and passed out.

When Qiu Wanliang got on the horse, he was behind Xu Aliu, and his chest and abdomen were blocked at any rate. He struggled to get up, trying to find another horse to escape.

Suddenly, I heard the rustling of tiles in the armory in the distance, and a figure was running on it.

It was another capable subordinate of Qiu Wanliang who escaped from nowhere and jumped onto the roof. With the sound of the machine gun, a crossbow arrow roared towards Niu Chengzhong who was chasing Qiu Wanliang with a gun.

Niu Chengzhong has been lurking in this bandit den for more than half a year, he knows the weapons that the strong generals in the bandit den are good at, and he is also familiar with crossbows.Hearing the sound of the machine gun, he immediately pointed the gun to the ground, his body jumped up, and he did a backflip, dodging the crossbow arrow.

The crossbowman continued to fly over the eaves, quickly loading the second crossbow arrow in his hand.

However, before the string was fixed, the tiles in front of him suddenly exploded, and the crossbowman, like a carp splashed by a boulder falling into the water in a pond, covered in broken porcelain and iron needles, wailed and rolled off the roof.

On the side of the stone road, Huang Zunsu stared in surprise at Zheng Haizhu who threw out the second porcelain pot, while Han Ximeng couldn't hide his excitement and clapped his hands and shouted: "I hit it, I hit it again!"

On the other side, Niu Chengzhong had already caught up with Qiu Wanliang. With the advantage of his long spear, he shot "a kite at a quail", and the tip of the spear pierced Qiu Wanliang's legs.

Qiu Wanliang blocked with his sword, but was bounced away by the impact and fell to the ground.

Niu Chengzhong threw his long spear, took two big strides, rushed over and kicked Qiu Wanliang's sword away, rode on him, locked his throat with his left hand, and took out the short knife on his waist belt with his right hand.

"Qiu Wanliang, do you still remember Ma Xuanfu who died in the Imperial Prison in the capital?"

"Prisoner...horse? Shizhu proclaims and caresses horse Qiancheng?" Qiu Wanliang's voice was hoarse, and the savagery and cruelty accumulated over the years were finally gone in his eyes, replaced by panic and fear.

He stared at the face in front of him.

This handsome and upright facial features are not like Ma Qiancheng, but his eyes...Qiu Wanliang finally realized that it is no wonder that when he saw Niu Chengzhong for the first time, he always felt familiar. It turned out that his eyes resembled that of the man who died in the imperial prison. General of Shu.

"You are Ma Qiancheng's son..."

Before Qiu Wanliang could say the word "zi", Niu Chengzhong had already raised his knife and slit his throat.

The blood gushing out of the trachea made a "puff puff" sound, Qiu Wanliang's eyeballs protruded, his mouth opened wide, and his posture of trying to breathe for survival was the same as the twitching legs and feet, and finally fell silent.

"Young master! Can the young master be injured?"

"Young master! Your subordinates have beheaded all 26 people including Qiu Wanliang's direct lineage bandit general Xu Aliu. Except for those who were killed, the rest of the bandits were killed, and how to deal with those who were wounded or surrendered, please young master." Show me."

The generals who had been fighting all night gradually gathered together, threw dozens of dead bodies on the ground, and lined up face up.

Niu Chengzhong stood up slowly, took a turpentine torch, looked at the faces of the corpses one by one, and then turned around and said to his subordinates: "Bring those who are alive, I have something to say to them."

After he gave the order, he walked a few steps forward and picked up a piece of shiny white porcelain.

At this time, it was past Maochu, and in the summer and autumn seasons along the southeast coast, the dawn was very early.

Although the dawn in the eastern sky is light, it is enough to illuminate another pair of heroic eyes.

Niu Chengzhong walked up to Zheng Haizhu holding the tile, and saw her left hand tightly holding the short blade he gave her for self-defense.

The short blade was dripping with blood, her wrist exposed outside the narrow sleeve, and even the oval face, which still showed the childishness of a girl, was also stained with blood.

"This is Porcelain Thunder." Zheng Haizhu looked at the porcelain piece in Niu Chengzhong's hand and explained.

"Oh, I've only seen Zhentianlei."

"Well, this kind of porcelain mine was made by my miss and I not long ago. I didn't expect it to work."

Zheng Haizhu's voice is clear and pleasant.

From the look of hesitation remaining in her excitement, and from her slightly trembling figure in the morning breeze without autumn coolness, Niu Chengzhong can be sure that she is by no means someone who has experienced fighting battles and is familiar with swords and swords.

But she didn't lose.

"Girl," the young Avenger finally asked with a slack smile, "Your Majesty, I don't know the girl's name yet."

(End of this chapter)