Everyone listened, and in the darkness of the night, the sound of horses' hooves was particularly crisp.
He closed his eyes, fingers tapping lightly on the air, "Sixteen horses!" They were all there, fucking, still alive. Zhang Banqiao's voice, some trembling, some choking.
The sound of horses' hooves soon reached the vicinity, and the ground trembled.
Then there was a commotion behind the Tatar cavalry, and the Tatar cavalry turned back to defend, and the horse's head had just turned halfway through, and a human head was smashed.
The Tatar cavalry slashed with a machete and picked the head on the tip of the knife, and it was the head of a Tatar cavalryman, the blood had not yet been completely condensed, just at this moment, a horse rushed forward, stabbed sharply, and penetrated the layers of soft armor covered by the Tatar cavalry.
The warhorse charged forward, and the man slashed his sword, splitting the Tatar cavalry in two.
Zhang Banqiao said loudly, "Thirteenth brother, is it you?" ”
"Second Brother Zhang, it is the thirteenth brother!" Where is Big Brother? ”
Zhang Banqiao's voice whimpered, "The eldest brother was hit by a poisonous arrow of tartar, and it was gone..."
The thirteenth brother's horse sped up, crossed with a Tatar cavalryman, and slashed several times, and at the last stroke, he dragged the knife and cut it back, although he did not turn back, but split the Tatar cavalry, from top to bottom, in two.
Death to those who stand in my way!
The sound of horses' hooves kept approaching, and fifteen more horses rushed into the tatar cavalry queue, each with a horizontal knife, and the three of them were combined, and the knife would see blood.
The Tatar cavalry was surrounded and completely dispersed, fighting separately and unable to support each other.
Zhang Banqiao shouted, "Don't run away from any of them, avenge the big brother!" ”
Snatching a shovel from the hand of a farmer and jumping off the tucheng, a Tatar cavalry rushed on horseback, wielded a knife and slashed, Zhang Banqiao came first, roared, picked up the shovel with one hand, and hit the Tatar cavalry helmet.
The Tatar cavalryman snorted, and after turning over and falling off his horse, he was not dead, squirming and moving.
Cui San'er jumped down and rushed up to make up an axe, and the blood light collapsed.
The gate of Tucheng slowly opened, and Ma Chuanwu rushed out with the villagers. Mr. Qi put the tornado corpse away and asked him to face the city, "Tonight you rest, you will sit here and watch your good brother kill the enemy." ”
There was no weapon on the ground, so Mr. Qi found a wooden stick and rushed out.
At this time, Mr. Qi had only one thought in his mind.
Kill the Tartars!
Kill these bitches!
The healer is benevolent, but in this chaotic world, let the doctor lift the knife!
Behind Mr. Qi, a small figure followed. The bitter young man Xiao Sugar Melon held up a knife and a smile on his face, "Daddy, Mom, son has grown up!" ”
Half an hour later.
All was calm, all the Tatar cavalry, all killed.
Everyone was exhausted and slumped on the ground, just looking at each other and smiling, but no one spoke.
Cui San'er was covered in blood, limping over, in the middle of the melee, his foot was injured, Zhang Banqiao said, "Cui San'er, are you injured?" ”
Cui San sighed, "You were injured, your whole family was injured, Lao Tzu is heroic and heroic, how can you be injured?" Lao Tzu is a poor foot! ”
Zhang Banqiao did not speak, looked up at the head of Tucheng City, at the head of the city, under the brightest lamp, the big brother tornado, half leaning against the edge of the battlements, sat towards the battlefield.
Seventeen people knelt down and prostrated their heads at the same time.
A year later.
Sha Jia ji came a storyteller, not talking about the wind and flowers and snow moon, but specifically talking about the big horse golden knife, iron blood yellow sand.
Sir said that in Ningxia today, there is a cavalry army, which is haunted, comes and goes like the wind, and there are not many of them, but the leader of the cavalry army, who is extremely strong in combat effectiveness, is brave and brave with a Tang horizontal knife in one arm.
The little sugar melon sitting at the door to dry medicine did not speak, and looked at Mr. Qi who was sitting in the hall.
Mr. Qi had just sent the patient away, he took a sip of tea and asked Mr. Reading, "Sir, do you know the name of the chief?" ”
Mr. Storyteller shook his head, "Such a hero, the dragon sees the beginning and does not see the end, never says the name, I only know that people call him the one-armed knife." ”
Mr. Qi nodded and smiled, took another sip of tea, and did not speak.
Xiao Sugar Melon couldn't help but say, "I do know that the one-armed knife you mentioned should be surnamed Zhang!" ”
Mr. Storyteller wondered, "Surname Zhang? ”
Mr. Qi laughed and said, "Children don't understand things, don't talk nonsense!" ”
Little Sugar Melon Oh, wanted to refute, and finally held back, he thought silently in his heart, "Little Sugar Melon, you have grown up, the mouth is faster than the heart, you can't do it in the future." ”
Mr. Storyteller, looking at Mr. Qi, "It seems that Mr. Qi knows a lot of things. ”
Mr. Qi took another sip of tea, "The one-armed knife can be surnamed Zhang, he can also be surnamed Wang, his surname can be anything, in this world, for the sake of the peace of the people, he is not the only one." ”
Mr. Storyteller said, "Can you use the surname Qi?" ”
Mr. Qi smiled, "At least not me, I will only save people, but I will not kill people." ”
The desert is as sandy as snow.
A man stands on horseback on a high place, looking down not far away. Behind him, sixteen horses split into two rows and stood straight. The man had an empty sleeve and a horizontal knife in his hand.
Wouldn't it be beautiful to see the sun rise and the sun set if there were no wars, only the desert scenery?
A small tatar cavalry, after plundering the caravan, returned with a full load.
The man, with a one-armed knife, pointed forward, "Brothers, slaughter them!" ”
be!
The man took the lead and rushed down, his empty sleeves fluttering in the wind like a large flag.
He swung his sword forward, letting the wind whistle through his ears, and faintly returned to the beginning, in the Tengger Desert, the eldest brother was like this, taking them, rushing towards the Tatar cavalry.
The one-armed knife finale, a new story is about to begin.
Today is the first day of the first year, I wish you all a happy new year, thank you for your support and attention, the new year, I will have a new story, written to everyone.
Happy New Year's Eve.