master and servant

Xie Yusheng took a bite of the hard dry steamed bun, and swallowed it with the icy water, feeling that his teeth were not going to heal.

He looked at Gu Zhihuan who was eating the same water with a blank expression beside him, and couldn't help but wonder if the training process of a dead soldier included the training of steel teeth.

Gu Zhi also ate very quickly. After finishing the meal, he looked at Xie Yusheng who was frowning and staring at the dry steamed buns. He reached out and took the water bag. After a while, the water became hot.

Xie Yusheng was so grateful.

When the siege ladder was erected, the soldier who cut the mouth was shot through the eye by the rocket, and fell to the ground, rolling and howling in pain. The soldiers who cut the mouth around were also too busy to take care of themselves.

They held iron knives in their mouths and carried short spears on their backs. After climbing up, they used the ropes they carried to tie the ladder body and the gaped stone pillar tightly.

The supporting soldiers rushed over with their spears in hand, and were shot in the arms by the barbarians who had just climbed up.

Then, like a flood rushing in through the opening of the embankment, they climbed up more and more, the rockets that suppressed the officers and soldiers stopped, and black heads emerged from the city wall, staring at the obstruction with bloodthirsty ecstasy. people.

Four or five long spears pierced around and pierced deeply into the flesh and blood. The tip of the spear was stained black and brown with blood; Blood foam and broken bones and rotten flesh were smashed all over the ground, and the knife edges were rolled up; arrows flew towards the crowded places, hurting people without aiming, and from time to time there were dead or half-dead people with dirty hands from the ground Arrows were drawn from the human body and shot out; people raised long shields of thick leather and rattan to cover the body, and from time to time they had to press them to the ground to extinguish the flames ignited by the rockets.

The battle line was slowly stretched, and a black shadow was flying down from the tall tower at this moment, slashing left and right neatly, drawing two lines of blood with short blades in both hands, blood gushed out like a fountain!

Gu Zhi was originally protecting the coupon gate on the city wall, and sent the wounded soldiers to Xie Yusheng who was guarding near the coupon gate for treatment. However, as the situation became more urgent, Xie Yusheng resolutely claimed that he was safe, and rushed him to recover Dangerous Love.

Although Yang Suxiu has repeatedly expressed his disapproval of His Royal Highness King Jin's personal experience of going through dangers on the front line with a body of a thousand pieces of gold, the soldiers he left to guard are useless in front of Gu Zhihuan; Xie Yusheng's reasons are also very good. How could his life be at stake and be saved by Gu Zhi?How can Gu Zhi repay his kindness if he is not rescued?

Killing people was not a difficult task, they were full of holes in his eyes-the number was the key issue.

Gu Zhi also slapped the city wall with his palm, and bounced himself away, barely dodging an arrow flying towards his heart.

There are too many enemies, and his usual short blade is not suitable for long-term combat.

He picked up a long knife from the ground and tried to dance it. It was not very convenient, but he had no other choice, so he rushed out from behind the female wall where the arrows were hidden, and moved forward with difficulty towards the mouth where Rouran soldiers climbed up.

Holding the knife in his right hand, he fiercely confronted the ax swung by the barbarian whose arm was twice as thick as his. The internal force shook the opponent's tiger's mouth and the handle of the ax was released. He thrust his left hand into the opponent's chest, aiming at the soft under the messy beard under his jaw. skin, pierced with a sword!

He grabbed the big man's body as a shield and moved forward, resisting the arrows and flying fire, and gave every enemy he encountered a gift of death.

His efficiency was so outstanding that he was finally treated seriously. A dark-faced man yelled words he could not understand and rushed over. His scimitar pierced the night sky like a new moon, and cunningly bypassed the corpse in front of him and bit him. He had no choice but to withdraw his hand and smashed the corpse over.

The scimitar danced with a bone-piercing coldness, each time becoming more dangerous, but he smiled.

He likes this kind of attack, brutal and direct, so... always so easy to deceive.

He sent out his right arm, leaving a big gap, and pointed his left hand directly at the opponent's heart.

When the opponent didn't hesitate to choose the tactic of losing both sides, when the crescent moon hit his neck, he unleashed his real killing move.

With his right foot, he used his internal force to stick to the broken blade on the ground, kicked into the opponent's thigh suddenly, and his body fell to the left, barely avoiding the poisonous kiss of the crescent moon.

The other party was also very fierce. He ignored the splashing blood and kicked his arm protecting his chest. He took advantage of the momentum and flew backwards. His hand scratched three white marks on the city wall, and he stopped a foot away. .

There was a throbbing pain in the elbow, and the force of the release dislocated him.

The other party went berserk, he tapped his acupoints bravely and barely stopped the bleeding, so he wanted to pounce on him.

A silver dot flew over and was nailed right into the forehead of the black-faced man.

Gu Zhi looked up and saw that it was Hong Lie.

He kept his usual appearance of a swordsman, holding a few silver darts in one hand and flying a long sword in the other, ready to kill the generals.

At daybreak they finally repelled the attack, cut the ropes, burned or pushed down the siege ladders.

The people who were still alive were all staggering from exhaustion, Hong Lie was the one with the most demeanor, and he was still cleaning his long sword seriously.

Gu Zhi was still sitting against the wall, watching his movements and couldn't help laughing.This noble posture is really like his son who feels good every day.

Mr. Xie, who always felt good, was carrying the medical box on his back, and rushed towards him in three steps at a time.

Seeing that Gu Zhi was still slumped on the ground, he thought that he was seriously injured, so he was frightened, so he rushed over, felt his pulse and felt his bones, and finally found that he was just out of strength, and the dislocated arm also reattached itself, and a mouth grew out. atmosphere.

He groped for some pieces of wood from nowhere, and fixed Gu Zhihuan's arm firmly, tangled it tightly, and cast a plaintive and condemning look at the latter when he tried to use his right hand to do anything.

"You don't believe in my medical skills! If you don't believe in my medical skills, you just don't believe in me!" Instead, you believed in the owner of the braised braised village. After seeing him, you felt safe, so you smiled so happily!Mr. Xie thought unreasonably.

He would rather believe in the harsh old master than himself—yes, Mr. Xie, who was facing a "emotional crisis", finally remembered the existence of Hongcheng Villa—Mr. Xie inevitably fell into deep sorrow.

Forget it, at least the owner of the braised braised farmhouse protected his family's safety, so let's bear it for the time being.

He stared at Gu Zhihuan with wide eyes, feeling that he really understood the righteousness.

"Your Highness!" Yang Suxiu came in a hurry, with an ugly expression on his face, "I have something important to discuss, please stand back."

"Everyone is united as one, stick to this city, there is nothing to say, just tell me." Xie Yusheng shook his head, rejected his gesture, and stood up.

Yang Suxiu only hesitated for a moment.

"The defender of Qiancang City, Jinnan, turned to the enemy, and the Rouran vanguard has decided to enter the pass from the southwest."

There was silence all around.

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