Vol 12 Chapter 575: No tears in the city without tears (below)

Time is already the darkest part of the day before dawn. Shi Jin sat on the wooden beam and listened to Zhou Wei’s mention of Lin Chong’s name. He didn’t know how to answer it. He was silent for a long while. He heard Zhou Wei ask:
Lin Chong has passed What happened?"
Something was stalked in Shi Jin’s throat. He swallowed a mouthful of water:
When Liangshan broke, that time... He said to see you, in Yiyuan County. Later... I don’t know why, he never went back. When you find us and know his news, he is being chased and killed. It may be dead."
The old man frowned and closed his eyes: "Dead?"
Shi Jindao: "Maybe dead."
"That is not dead." Zhou said, "He will see you again."
In the dim light, the old man’s voice is calm, not so much expectation or comfort, it is more like a kind of determination. Shi Jin is watching Lin Chong fall to the cliff, and he does not know where the old man’s decision came from. But at this time they have been trapped in the city, and they have to do something that is almost equivalent to death. The care of this matter is also far away.
After a moment, he asked: "When the predecessors of the week, will you get into the city?"
"I don't know." Zhou Wei replied, "Maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow. When the Jurchens sent troops, I was in the territory of the Golden State. As their army went all the way down, it was a little brave, he would not wait until the city. No one came in again, and when the resistance of Zhangzhou City was killed, he would enter the city."
Shi Jin frowned. "Then we have more than 70 people, at least two days in the city?"
Zhou said: "It's not easy, but there is no way."
Between the two, the answer was very simple, and the yard was quiet afterwards. The courtyard that had already been ransacked was filled with blood and flames. The body of the dead host was also placed near the front door. The golden man’s murder was faint. The old man stood up and walked to the other end of the courtyard, then picked up two sticks. Throw one for him.
"You are the apprentice of Wang Jin, let me play a set of devils."
He said, set aside the posture. Volt devil is the entry-and-go method on the rivers and lakes. It is simple and simple. Shi Jin didn’t know how many times he had practiced. At this time, the shelf was also opened. When the old man waved the first stick, he also played with it.
There was not much power, and there was not much wind breaking. Zhou Wei led Shi Jin to simply pass the routine of this stick method. Under the nearby eaves, other warriors raised their heads to see the scene. Zhou Wei’s number of sticks is only smooth and moderate.
However, only history advances, as soon as the set is finished, the whole body has been soothed, and the warm atmosphere is swimming in the body. When martial arts reaches him to this extent, it is necessary to move forward. What is needed is the mysterious and mysterious realization. If you use Ning Yi's language, you need even three views and sublimation in the philosophical system. Zhou Hao’s stick method is almost the same as him, but after the pace is the same. He also made changes and fine-tuning in small details. These small details gave him a glimpse of some perfect possibility.
The courtyard was quiet. After the set of sticks, Zhou Hao nodded to him and then went to other places.
Soon after. This short peace will pass away...
Before the stagnation of the city, more than seventy people. Have to hide in the city for at least two days.
This is just a simple conversation between Shi Jin and Zhou Wei, but when it falls to the actual level. What followed was the most difficult time.
When the city of Zhangzhou was smashed, the four gates were closed. The Wushou army divided into the city formed a large-scale resistance and large-scale street fighting. During this time, Shi Jin and others were still better. However, on the morning of the eighth day of August, the death of the army’s death and the resistance of the organization, it has completely collapsed.
The massacre of the Jurchen and the looting team spread in the city. On this day, the search for giant nets and nets became more and more fine, and the real came to Luzhou City. Killing, looting, and fire can be seen everywhere. The large civilians hiding in the city were caught in large areas. The slightly colored women must be insulted, the daring rebels were killed, beaten, and even hanged on the flagpole to burn alive. The situation of being dragged to death after being tied to a horse is everywhere.
Occasionally, when a large-scale rebel was encountered, the Jurchens who had been arrested released a ringing arrow, and the nearby companions rushed to support.
This is the carnival of the Jurchens and the original Liao people.
Shi Jin and others are escaping in the city. Even if they are mostly masters, they can't push their fists here. Occasionally, the tragedy witnessed the anger of resentment. There was also a sudden encounter with the female patrol team to avoid, or the heart can not swallow the killing, they suddenly shot, in this day, they have accumulated more than a dozen injured.
Huge fatigue accumulates in everyone, but the biggest loss is in the afternoon of this day, when they accidentally encounter a family who is hiding in the city. The other side saw that most of them were masters and heroes, crying and shouting for Shi Jin and others to bring them. After the explanation was unclear, the family that was almost driven to madness began to follow crazy and shouted.
The female true cavalry was led over, and in the corner of the ruined street, the last person who was running was followed. When Shi Jin went back to look back, the few people at the intersection no longer ran. Among them was the old Taoist priest who had a long sword. His age was old, and he was a neat robes. It became tattered, but in the midst of it, there was still a fascinating look.
He waved his hand here, then pulled out the sword and led several injured warriors to the rushing Jurchen cavalry. .
Shi Jin and others have not seen him again. Only when I ran across the nearby streets in the afternoon of the next day, I saw a body hanging on the flagpole in a glimpse of the horror. The body was broken and twisted, without one hand and one foot, without the head, only in the In the dark black color of the blood, you can see a blue color that seems to belong to the original robe. However, because there are too many dead people nearby, he is not sure whether it is the body of the old Taoist.
After this day, it was still a long and intense night, followed by a long and intense day. The most powerful thing about the military is the sigh of the heart. If the voice and blood of the beginning can make people rise, in such waiting and avoidance. It feels like a soft knife that cuts meat a little.
The search for Jurchen has become more and more dense. If you don’t come, you will not have the strength, and there will not be enough people to go to him. All of this is slowly cutting into everyone's heart. Really impassioned things, that impassioned emotions. It may only be there when others say it, and the real ones will only experience tremendous pain and suffering...
Only in the afternoon of the first day of August, near the evening, when a message came, it made everything. They are all coming out of their hearts. At this time, there are only 38 people left in the battle that Zhou Hao can really fight.
Sticky into the city.

When the setting sun becomes warm yellow in the sky, the autumn leaves are shaking in the wind. When Yan Yanxi looked up, it was a big tree that was burnt in half. Half of the coke is black, half of the yellow leaves.
Not far from the woman's cry, screams and laughter, but it seems that the resistance nearby is not much. Wan Yan Xi Yin took a breath, and when the vice-comer came over, he faintly heard him sigh.
"Aoyama is far away... Autumn wind is mad..."
The deputy will look around, but the autumn wind is soothing. The leaves slowly move, the wind blows on the face, warm.
The arrow flew from a distance.
......
The team of Yan Zonghan (Golden) entered the Taoist temple on the side of the city.
This Taoist temple has not been devastated by too many wars. There are only some blood on the steps on one side, and the large trees with the leaves are arranged in two rows. In the vestibule, the tunnel is extended to the main hall, and the copper ding in front of the main hall side is burning with blazing fire.
The sky will be dark. As the people who entered Yancheng near the city were tall and steady, they were mostly heavyweights, and they were mostly brothers and relatives. For example, the generals can finish the silver surgery, and the Yan Yan pulls away from the speed brothers. Zong Han’s cousin finished Yan Sabai, and Zong Han’s nicknamed the first warrior’s first warrior’s Mo Yan’s life and so on. They are all warriors who have fought against the Afghan national war and destroyed the Liao Kingdom. Everyone has a formidable feat.
Zhangzhou has already been down. For them, the next goal is the largest city of Hedong, the main city of Hedong.
In the breeze of the evening, everyone went to the majestic, Han Chinese Taoist temple. The first soldier will have been cleaned around and set up the commanding lobby here.
......
Two nearby Jurchen cavalry rushed to the place where the arrow hit.
Not long after, in another street, brushing up two raised arrows, the end of Yan Yan Yin frowned, listening to the nearby army and moved to the other side.
There was a thought flashing in his head. He stopped the horse and stopped at the center of the road. The ringing arrow of the Jurchen soldier is in the enemy who meets the hand. When it is not played, it will be released. If it is okay, it will be punished. During the period from yesterday afternoon to this morning, the frequency of raising the arrow in the city was more frequent. At this time, the theory has been emptied nearby. At this time, how suddenly it has increased.
Then he saw another round of arrows flying in the distance.
Wan Yan Xi Yin frowned, and after a while, he suddenly turned his head.
"Follow me, look for Marshal Zong Han, maybe something..."
The voice did not fall, and Yan Zonghan and other masters were in the direction of the main, and suddenly a rising arrow.
"go--"
He suddenly screamed and sprinted his sword.
The surrounding streets suddenly exploded, and the surrounding guards ran with him!
......
"kill--"
The explosion of shouts was sudden, and it sounded on the west side of the Taoist temple, and then it was a fierce killing voice.
In the main hall, the people turned back, and the ears and the soldiers who had come to the side would be killed, and the striker’s strike line had been spreading. Obviously, the coming man was a real master. Under the steps, as the guardian leader of Zonghan, the great man named Mo Yan was dismissed from the rifle and looked at the wall over there.
"There are very people coming."
"But one person and two people are dying." End Yan Zonghan listened for a while. "Don't worry about him, he has no choice but to adjust the tiger to the mountain."
The killing sound was annihilated in the near future, and it is clear that the enemies who committed the crime have already been awarded. Zong Han turned back to the seat above the main hall. In the courtyard on the west side, the Jurchen Guards cut off the head of the Pankers. At the same time, in the yard on the east side, a famous warrior was flying in a secret hole. Come in. This Taoist occupies a large area, and there are many Jewish soldiers in the vicinity, but after all, it was once a place for Han Chinese. When the Jurchens began to clean up, the Greenwood people in charge of surveillance could determine the location where they came in. Then I found the vulnerability.
The Jurchen soldier in the west side of the courtyard ran to the main hall with his head. He squatted down and raised the two heads, and was about to speak. The wowing sound of "Wow--" sounded.
The collision and killing of countless swordsmen, the arrows flew up into the sky, and in the east, some people were shouting: "killing the glutton."
"Killing the glutton -"
Then there is the sound like a thunder: "killing the glutton -"
The sound of crazy confrontation, at that moment, rose to the apex, the cold hair must be rooted up, the sound of the east side of the courtyard, in this huge momentum conflict spread, and in the blink of an eye toward the main hall side. The Jurchen's defense in this periphery was destroyed and destroyed. At the gate outside the courtyard, the Jurchen soldier was like a 10,000-horse horse. The broken body flew through the eyes of the blood.
An arrow flew over the long courtyard, and with a violent wind breaking the direct shot of Yan Zonghan's face, Yan Zhanhan pulled out the long knife at the waist and broke the arrow in the air: "Flock!"
The figure of the Wuling Greenwood man turned over the courtyard wall and the roof, and the darts fell down to the guards in the courtyard. In the hall, Wan Yan pulled out the speed and stepped down the stairs, pulled up the steel gun behind him, and walked a few steps. The steel gun flew out toward the roof and stabbed the chest of a Greenwood man. The steel gun pierced like a shell. The body of the Greenwoods, flying with the blood in the air: "Flocking -"
Dozens of Jurchen guards in the courtyard have gathered in front of the main hall~EbookFREE.me~Mo Yan was wielding a steel gun in the world, and it was like a thunder: "The formation - killing them -"
The green forest masters who danced different weapons from the gates, the walls, and the roofs surged. Most of them were wounded, but they were murderous and fierce. Before this, the suffocating and killing intentions accumulated in their hearts finally broke out at this moment.
In front of them, the Jurchens who were killed in the black waters of Baishan were struggling to survive on the snow all year round. Before that, they broke out and completely destroyed the entire Liao Dynasty. The battle south of this road came to them, but it was as simple as playing and playing. Until the moment of the moment, at least in a small area, they finally felt the huge murderous force that was forced to the front. It belonged to the spirit of the Northland, and crossed the distance of a thousand miles, and finally burned it.
In the first time, the two people rushed together. Killing the sounds, covering the sky, waves, breaking out... (to be continued)
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