Chapter 49, short soldiers meet

The children of the ancestors and the brothers of the Zhang family almost quickly lost their formation and became a team in twos and threes, fighting with the thieves in the wilderness. The thieves were in chaos, people were panicked, morale was poor, and their respective battles were quickly defeated. Screams and begging for mercy lingered around and echoed across the wilderness. However, for those vigorous young men and rangers, today's killing is not just for revenge.

Deep in the woods, bursts of fire are still approaching. That's Zuling's leader, who is carefully crossing the woods from the south. When they heard the fierce battle in the north, they naturally rushed to support, but the forest was very deep, and they could not determine whether there were any other thieves who ambush or fled to it, so they were step by step and cautious.

However, these fires in the depths of the woods are not useless. For those thieves in trouble, the "officials" rushed to help, just like refueling the fire. There is no intention to be trapped in a desperate situation.

Zu Zhao grabbed the reins, stopped the riding, and looked coldly at the man who blocked the way in front of him. In the light of the stars and moon, he could only faintly see the outline of the person. The other party was holding a long knife and was burly, but the pony sitting down was slightly short, which looked very inappropriate with the person on horseback. He put away the long bow in his hand and took back the short halberd. Even if the other party was just a desperate fight, he was a good man with such courage.

"Thieves, take your life!"

I only heard the man roar again, waved the long knife in his hand and took off the horse stock, and rushed to the horse.

Zu Zhao did not show weakness. He kicked the stanchion and rushed forward with the halberd.

The two were not too far away from each other. Under the hedge, it was imminent for a moment. The man roared, and the long knife was like a Thunderbolt. He cut out a cross section in front of Zu Zhao. The range of killing was so wide that it was inevitable. At this moment, Zu Zhao met the other party on a narrow road without any possibility of retreating. The horse halberd in his hand waved hard, and only heard the sound of a crisp blade collision, and the horse halberd collided with the long knife.

Each other's mounts withstood the impact of the first round and made a hiss.

Rao Zu Zhao's usual meticulous and persistent exercise. This first round of hard blow also made him feel shocked, and his arm suddenly felt difficult. He really didn't expect that a thief could have such great strength. You know, he thought that he could compete with Han Dang for dozens of rounds with one opponent's arm strength, which could be regarded as outstanding. It can be seen that the strength of the thief in front of him should not be lower than Han Dang, and he must be called a good hand.

The two held each other for a while, and the horse kept spinning until the thief's horse could not withstand the power of the two sawing and suddenly staggered back. If you are an ordinary person, you will immediately notice that the situation is unfavorable, and then quickly pull away and let the mount take a breath. But the thief didn't seem to think much about it at all. Even if the horse retreated, he still tried his best to make half a step back.

Although the opponent's strength is not small, the halberd digested most of the impact after hitting the knife. For Zu Zhao, since he is fighting for a long-term confrontation on weapons, not explosive power, he still has some confidence. Otherwise, learning martial arts in the past few years will be in vain.

"Hmm, Xiao Xiaozhe, dare to be rampant!"

With full confidence, Zu Zhao suddenly shouted and gathered all his strength into the halberd while the other party was unable to ride.

Only a horse roar was heard, and the thief's horse was forced to retreat several steps. The hoof bent and almost turned over.

The thief had no choice but to pull his horse back and barely stabilize his figure.

Zu Zhao was so powerful that he gently kicked the horse's stomach and followed him up. He held the halberd in both hands and leaned on the horse's staves to grasp the balance. With force under his feet, he stood up straight and showed a condescending posture.

"The thief, eat my halberd!"

Hung the horse halberd high, Zu Zhao shouted with a domineering voice and cut down at the thief.

The thief was shocked, and he didn't know how the teenager in front of him stood up in the dark. In a hurry, he quickly raised the big knife in his hand to block it. However, he pulled the reins in one hand and only held the knife in one hand. When the halberd fell down, the momentum of gathering all its strength from top to bottom could not be resisted by one hand.

"Ah!" His wrist trembled, and the knife was abruptly overwhelmed by the halberd, and the back of the knife hit his shoulder fiercely.

Zu Zhao suddenly retreated with both hands, and the halberd blade hooked the big knife and pulled the big knife away at once.

The thief not only lost his weapon, but also suffered a overwhelming blow from Zu Zhao, and even his wrist hurt his bones and completely lost his ability to fight. However, unexpectedly, even so, he still had no idea of running away. Originally, he could run away when he lost his weapon. Even if he might still be caught up, at least he had a glimmer of life. Not only that, he even turned his horse's head, made a tearing roar, and rushed to Zu Zhao.

Zu Zhao was surprised that this thief really had the determination to die!

He pulled the reins and forced the mount to jump with his head held high, and his front hoof just met the thief.

The thief was dead and could not avoid it. He only heard a tragic hissque of the horse, which was kicked alive by Zu Zhao's horse, followed by a horse overturn. The thief's horse collapsed to the ground and pressed directly on the thief. The thief was waiting to push away the horse that was pressing on his body, but by this time, the horse halberd was already in front of him.

"If you want to kill, kill." The thief simply did not struggle, turned his face horizontally and pretended to be dead.

"Well, he is a man. There is no need to help Zhou abuse him." Zu Zhao said coldly.

"It's you who help Zhou abuse." The thief retorted rudely.

"I won't argue with you. Today, you are the rider, which has nothing to do with your skills, otherwise I really want to compete with you. My Zuzhao will never take advantage of people's danger. Tell me where Deng Mao is, and I will spare your life and he will fight with you fairly every day. Zu Zhao said boldly. He is not a pedantic person, nor is he a momentary righteousness, but the ancient style of the Han Dynasty is like this. The world advocates righteousness, and sometimes pedantic is not a bad thing.

The thief was stunned and couldn't react for a while.

"You, you are Zu Zhao, that... Longcheng Flying General!" After a while, the other party said tremblingly. He didn't expect that the other party was young, but he had such an extraordinary open-mindedness. He was just a nobody, and he could be treated with such righteousness. How could he not be moved.

"I didn't expect you, a thief, to know my Zu Zhao!" Zu Zhao said these words calmly, but he was a little surprised. It was normal for Tian Xian to be an official in the county to learn about the rumors, and he never thought that even these illiterate thieves had heard about it.

"No matter how much, you still killed me. Although I am a vulgar person, I also know about loyalty. I will never betray Deng Shuai. The thief straightened his chest and put on a neck-to-death posture.

"Yan Mang, okay, I remember you. You are brave and righteous. If I don't kill you today, he will change a good horse every day, and I will take your head. Zu Zhao said this majestically and took back the horse halberd. Looking forward, the thieves on horseback had escaped far away because of the reckless delay. He secretly estimated in his heart that it was possible to catch up with the good horse raised by his ancestors.

At this time, Zu Ji, Gongsun Long and Han Dang had arrived from the rear. They first took a look at the thief who was still under the horse, and all thought about why Zu Zhao did not kill the thief. However, only Gongsun Long was stunned for a while and didn't think much about it. He was about to step on it immediately.

Fortunately, Han Dang was not far away and grabbed Gongsun Long.

Gongsun Long looked back at Han Dang puzzledly and asked, "What? Are there any thieves that don't kill?

Han was expressionless and said rudely, "If Mr. Zu wants to take the life of this thief, it's up to you?"

Gongsun Long looked helplessly and looked at Yan Mang and Zu Zhao.

Zu Zhao did not explain much. Since Han Dang can understand himself, this matter can come to an end. He raised the horse halberd in his hand, pointed to the wave of thieves running on the hills in front of him, and said solemnly, "Among those thieves, there are Deng Mao and other masterminds of the robbery of the horse. If we catch up, we will not let them escape." After he finished speaking, he patted the horse stock and ran away.

Zuji led the two children without hesitation and followed them.

Gongsun Long still had some hesitation. He looked at Yan Mang, who was still struggling under the horse again, and looked sideways at Han Dang. Finally, he shook his head and went away with an unknown face.

Han Dang stared at Yan Mang with contempt and gave a cold "hum" before clapping the horse and chasing Zu Zhao.

Yan Mang took a long breath and struggled to stand up from under the horse, looking at the trembling crowd behind him, and looking at the more and more riding shadows in front of him. Suddenly, there was a thought that there was nowhere to live. Helplessly picked up the mount, reluctantly climbed back on the horseback, and left aimlessly in the direction of few people.