Chapter 329 Seizing the Door

The wind, with a cold chill, shook the wisps of grass drilled out of the bricks in the corner of the wall, and also blew away the layers of dark curtain in the sky. The morning light was faint, and a touch of white and bright clouds came out.

The tall wall stood in the night that had not yet dispersed, allowing the breeze to blow its mottled vicissitudes. Under the wall, there was a tight crimson gate, and the cold that had not yet faded in the north was covered with a faint layer of water mist on the huge door nails.

Before the gate, hundreds of people squatted or hooked their shoulders and laughed. The armor on their bodies were worn and incomplete, and the long guns that took off their ears were randomly thrown aside.

Under the city, Wei Tianping, dressed in bright armor, held the long sword around his waist with his right hand. He was straight and heard the rude words in his ear, and there was a trace of disdain in his eyes.

If Jinyang City hadn't been broken, he would have to rely on them now. How could he, who was born in a family, get along with these stinky people?

It's all his damn thing!

His hand was tightly held on the silver-engraved hilt of the sword. Wei Tianping's murderousness burst out in his eyes. After a while, he gradually calmed down and took out a piece of parchment with the wolf's head on his back.

This is the secret purpose of the Liao people.

Wei Tianping is now a lieutenant in Jizhou. As a sincere Han Chinese, he is naturally the kind that his father doesn't love and his mother is not close to him. The Liao people Zhizhou calls him and goes with him, and there is no value at all.

Fortunately, Wei Tianping was good at observing words and colors, and met Ma Fan, the general of Jizhou, who was also a Han man. Usually, he slaps the horse and flatters him, but he can also eat a mouthful of soup.

It was also a few days ago that when Wei Tianping got some unrighteous money to flatt, he saw the wanted notice of the Liao Dynasty placed on the table by Ma Fan. He casually looked at it and found that it was Yang Yanzhao on it, and he suddenly took a long time.

While he was drunk, he talked about the secret order and was on the rise. Ma Fan didn't care. He randomly threw the will to Wei Tianping's side and said nonsense.

The latter saw this situation and took the opportunity to put the parchment into his arms. Anyway, there were so many people under him who ate and drank around. He couldn't do anything else, and it was more than enough to send it out to find someone.

However, people are not as good as God's calculation. Unexpectedly, Yang Jing fled to Jizhou City and was accidentally found by Wei Tianping. In this way, he was captured by a thousand taels of gold and an official.

It's really God's blessing.

Wei Tianping said secretly in his heart, and he couldn't help guessing what Yang Yanzhao had done in the capital. The prisoner of the State of Song was not a son-in-law, but why did he become a wanted person?

Just as he was thinking about it, the sound of horses' hoofs came from a distance and looked up. In the morning breeze, a Wupeng carriage was slowly moving towards the city gate. Sitting on the driveway, it was Sun Yang in a soap-colored robe.

Seeing Sun Yang, a wisp of light suddenly appeared in Wei Tianping's eyes. He pulled out his sword and greeted him. Those soldiers who were gossiping immediately picked up the cold spears and followed him in front of the carriage.

"Oh..."

Sun Yang pulled the reins as usual, stopped the carriage, looked at Wei Tianping and said with a smile, "Brother Wei, brothers, I'm Sun Yang from the 'Chongtian' camp. I'm all my own..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Wei Tianping in a cold voice. He pointed the long sword in his hand to Sun Yang, "Well, since he is my brother, don't say anything else, leave him behind, you go, or don't blame me for turning against me!"

Under the harsh sound, someone had already rushed forward and lifted the carriage away, but saw that there was no one inside.

"Ter, where is he!"

Wei Tianping's face became colder and colder. The long sword in his hand was on Sun Yang's neck, and the latter raised his hand and exclaimed repeatedly, "Brother Wei, no, General Wei, slow down, don't shake your hands. I don't want to die here in a muddle."

"Ter up!"

Wei Tianping's eyes were ferocious. His long sword cut the sweat skin of Sun Yang's neck, and the trace of blood suddenly oozed out, which made him frown in pain.

"General Wei, the villain really doesn't know what you said. After this business is over, we will go back to Beijing the day after tomorrow, so Brother Chang asked me to leave the city early in the morning and rush to collect some goods from Song at a low price in order to mix some wine and money."

His hand slowly grabbed the edge of the sword and looked like he was going to push it out. Sun Yang said tremblingly, and his face was full of panic, for fear that the sword would use a little more force and give him the result.

But Wei Tianping didn't hear his words. Ronghua Fugui disappeared this time. Immediately, the murder appeared in his eyes. He pulled out the sword and waved the blood-stained sword to stab Sun Yang's chest.

"Damn it, don't be careless with me here. Tell me, where is Yang!"

Just as his sword stabbed out, Sun Yang, who was originally begging for mercy, raised his eyebrows and flashed to one side. His blood-stricken hands were cut by the sword and grabbed Wei Tianping's arm waving his sword and kicked him in the abdomen.

A gray footprint appeared on the bright armor, and the parchment in his arms also rolled away and appeared in front of everyone.

In pain, Wei Tianping knelt on the green brick floor, and the ancestral sword also fell into Sun Yang's hand, changed its position and put it on his neck.

"Open the gate for me, or I will kill him!"

At this moment, Sun Yang did not have a little bit of the previous low voice, leanness and murderousness all over his body. This sudden change shocked a group of people who followed Wei Tianping.

"What are you doing? Open the gate!"

Wei Tianping, who was kneeling on the ground, roared. The tingling on his neck scared him. Even if he caught Yang Jing, he had to enjoy it. If he lost his life, it was not worth it.

Perhaps some of the majesty that has been cultivated on weekdays are still there. Several people turned around and walked towards the gate, slowly opening the heavy gate. At this time, three figures came out of the alleyway on the street.

It's Yang Yanzhao, Bamei and Cui Ping.

"Brother Yang, get into the carriage quickly!"

Seeing them come out, Sun Yang shouted that Yang Yanzhao and the other two naturally did not dare to stay longer. They rushed forward and wanted to get into the carriage and rush out.

But at this time, some of the many soldiers surrounded saw the parchment, looked at Yang Yanzhao, and shouted, "He is a fugitive of the Liao Dynasty. The Liao Emperor rewarded thousands of taels of gold, grab..."

Before he finished speaking, Cui Ping shook the dagger in his hand and hit him in the throat, and the parchment flew out and fell at Yang Yanzhao's feet.

Without thinking much, he leaned over and stuffed the parchment into his arms, holding the long sword handed to him by Sun Yang when he was in the car. Yang Yanzhao blocked the exhaust wind behind him.

That sentence ignited the hay like a wildfire, making the hundreds of people look greedy and surround him.

At this time, who else would care about Wei Tianping's life and death? He has been wandering for several years. Money has long surpassed everything for those who are soldiers but actually bandits.

Roared, like the tide surging, competing to kill Yang Yanzhao.

Seeing this situation, Sun Yangjian, who was in great hurry, raised his sword and fell, directly cut down the Wei Tianping who begged for mercy, and then danced his sword to kill Yang Yanzhao's former robe.

At the edge of the sky, the morning glow is stained; the morning breeze is slightly cool and cold, and in front of the city gate, fighting is thrilling.

The mouth of the sword in Yang Yanzhao's hand has been rolled up. On his side, Cui Ping and the wind guarded him, dancing with the dagger and the long whip, while in front of him was Sun Yang, who was covered with blood, opening the road.

As for the carriage, the horse, which had been killed for a long time, was pulled outside the gate.

He stabbed his bloodthirsty enemy to death. Yang Yanzhao lost his long sword in his hand, kicked the spear on the ground with his feet, catched the flying spear, and quickly pricked the crazy soldiers who came.

It can't be consumed like this, otherwise when the reinforcements of the Liao people come, they can't get out.

While killing the enemy, Yang Yanzhao was secretly anxious. This time, the gate was a few feet away, but these soldiers were like maggots of tarp bones. In order to catch him, they didn't even want their lives. They rushed forward one after another, making it difficult for him to walk.

If only his cultivation hadn't been sealed, these people couldn't stop him at all.

Dancing with a spear, Yang Yanzhao secretly carried his skills, but the seal in Dantian did not move at all. No matter how hard he tried, it was still the same as before, and there was no change.

He raised his head and happened to see that Sun Yang's shoulder was penetrated by a long gun, and after shaking his body, he grabbed the long gun and ran forward quickly.

"Ah!"

With a roar, Sun Yang turned over the soldier who stabbed him, cut off the body of the gun with another sword. Tie Qing's face was full of terrible anger.

It seemed to be scared by his murderous spirit, and the soldiers stepped back a few steps one after another.

"FUCK ME, it's not that I haven't killed anyone. Who dares to stop me from getting rich? I'll be the first to kill him!"

A man with a cross-faced face danced a long gun and killed Sun Yang. With his words, the crowd surged again, and the swords rose again, and the murderous spirit was surging.

Several long guns stabbed Sun Yang. Even if he danced a long sword, it was difficult for him to retreat all over his body. When he was about to sprinkle blood and stone, Yang Yanzhao rushed up and the spear in his hand deftly drilled out, like a poisonous snake spitting letters and pointing out pieces of plum-like blood flowers.

"Brother Sun, be careful!"

Pulling Sun Yang down, Yang Yanzhao whispered, and Cui Ping on one side flashed behind Sun Yang as a guard to kill the soldiers who surged up.

"C Close the gate!"

I don't know who roared, and immediately several figures trotted to the city gate. Seeing this, Yang Yanzhao became more and more anxious, but there were still hundreds of people in front of him, all desperate people who wanted money and death, which made him very difficult.

"Get out of here!"

Suddenly, a roar sounded, and then Chang Lei drove the carriage to the gate quickly, holding the reins in one hand and waving the sword in the other. The shadow of the sword shook. The soldiers who closed the gate screamed repeatedly and died under the sword in an instant.

After killing several soldiers who closed the gate, Chang Lei turned his horse's head and rushed to the crowd. For a moment, countless people were hit by the carriage.

A road was also knocked away, and the five people in the car who had been unable to help jumping out of the carriage one after another and killed Sun Yang's side.

"A get in the car!"

Chang Lei whispered, and Yang Yanzhao did not hesitate. After picking the two of them away, he pulled the exhaust air to the car. Cui Ping followed closely and wanted to get into the car, but was pulled by Chang Lei and stuffed the reins into his hand.

"Take Brother Yang with you!"

With that, he jumped out of the carriage and killed the soldiers who came back and continued to rush with a sword.

Hearing the sound of the road, Yang Yanzhao lifted the curtain and saw Chang Lei and his men fighting hard. On the street not far away, there was a faint sound of horses' hoofs. It seemed that the Liaoning reinforcements were coming.

"Brother Chang!"

Yang Yanzhao grabbed the spear and wanted to get out of the car, while Chang Lei turned around and roared, "Go, go quickly!"

With the strangeness in his heart, Yang Yanzhao turned his sour eyes and whispered to Cui Ping, "Go, rush out!"

Hearing the words, the dagger in Cui Ping's hand suddenly stuck on the horse's buttocks, and the dark horse pulling the cart spread its hooves and ran out of the city in pain, crashing into the soldiers who rushed all the way.

When the dark horse was running, Chang Lei grabbed the back of the carriage. When Yang Yanzhao was happy to pull him into the car, Chang Lei shook his head and refused to get in.

"Brother Yang, take care!"

At the gate, after Chang Lei jumped out of the carriage, a touch of silver fell on the carriage in his arms. The exhaust wind picked it up and handed it to Yang Yanzhao, but it was the dagger he had sent to Chang Lei.

The shell is still new, and the carved texture is still lifelike.

Taking the dagger in his hand, Yang Yanzhao lifted the curtain and happened to see Chang Lei roaring and closing the city gate. Suddenly, his body shook, and several knives were inserted into his back.

"Brother Chang!"

Yang Yanzhao's eyes were covered with a layer of fog, and Chang Lei spit blood in his mouth and smiled at him. He knelt on his knees and continued to close the gate with difficulty.

In the end, the thick city gate suddenly closed, and I couldn't see Chang Lei's appearance or any figure. Yang Yanzhao fell in the car and stroked the dagger with his hand blankly.

There was still a little warmth on the dagger, but tears fell unconcealed.