SFS Chapter 261: My father is dead, and I can only continue to fight
Chapter 261: My father is dead, and I can only continue to fight
Tang Juncheng was not only good at leading troops in battle, but he was also quite skilled in martial arts.
Generally speaking, the commander who leads troops to fight is not necessarily the one with the most powerful martial arts skills.
Among the famous generals of the previous generation of the Great Zhou Dynasty, 70% of them had the advantages of deploying troops and knowing how to use people well.
Among the remaining 30% of people, it is considered good if their martial arts skills reach the passing line.
Tang Juncheng and Lao Zhongyong Hou were both outstanding military generals. Not only were they awarded titles of king and marquis for their military achievements, but their own martial arts skills were also not to be underestimated.
The Tang family’s kendo skills should not be underestimated either.
It’s just that they are better at using heavy swords, and their swords are heavier than normal swords.
The next step is to train your arm and leg strength.
The Chu family sword manual is divided into three volumes, all of which use softness to overcome hardness.
The sword manual may seem mediocre, but if they can practice the sword moves to the fastest speed.
Then, others would not be able to easily find flaws in Chu Xi's sword moves.
No ordinary person could take on the sword in Tang Juncheng's hand head-on, and even Chu Xi could only avoid its edge.
Therefore, the rebels were like big watermelons in front of him.
With one swing of the sword, several heads fell to the ground.
With Tang Juncheng and Chu Xi leading the charge, the 5,000 reinforcements behind them were in high spirits, and they advanced like a hot knife through butter, heading straight for Qi Jianshu.
In sharp contrast, the rebels were completely defeated.
Many people were afraid of death, so they threw away their weapons and squatted on the spot with their hands on their heads.
"..."
A bunch of idiots.
Such a good situation, seeing that Xi'an city is about to fall into his hands...
Unexpectedly, they were defeated and vulnerable as soon as the reinforcements arrived.
No matter how well-educated Qi Jianshu was, he couldn't help but break down when faced with this group of mediocre soldiers who were like a mob.
If he were to train these idiots, he would never be able to train such a useless army.
It was useless to be angry, he could only suppress his resentment and draw his sword to meet the enemy.
At the same time, I was silently wondering who this general who looked to be in his thirties could be?
A general who is good at using heavy swords and guarding the city near Xi'an, between 30 and 40 years old...
Before Qi Jianshu could figure out, Tang Juncheng had already ridden his horse and rushed to him.
One of them used a spear, the other used a heavy sword, and the two faced each other head on.
When their eyes met, both of them saw the bloodthirsty gleam of death in each other's eyes.
Zheng Hao protected Zhou Yichen and fought their way to the city gate. There were more than thirty people protecting Zhou Yichen.
They were all well-trained and had great martial arts skills. The hundred-man rebel army that first rushed to the city gate was no match for them.
Chu Xi took a quick look and saw that the rebels at the city gate had been almost cleared out.
Turning around, he said to Rong Qingzhu seriously, "Don't come out. I'll go to the city wall to take a look."
Rong Qingzhu knew that staying with Qi Bai would only cause trouble for him, so he nodded without saying a word.
"it is good."
Chu Xi saw Rong Qingzhu covering his wound and hiding in the house next door.
He felt relieved, stepped on the stall next to him, and quickly flew up to the city wall using his martial arts skills.
After several days of fighting, the city wall was now a mixture of black and red, with the blood almost staining the entire wall.
The situation above is worse than below.
Chu Xi looked around and saw that there were almost no good ones.
They were all wounded soldiers, and some of the seriously injured were still fighting.
Without thinking, she picked up her sword and joined the battle. The first people she killed were two seriously injured soldiers who were surrounded by four or five rebels.
The two seriously injured were crowded onto the stairs, one with abdominal injuries and the other with both legs injured, and both were unable to move.
Under attack from four rebel forces, they were forced to defend themselves with no way to retreat.
There was no possibility of even retreating, let alone fighting back.
Chu Xi appeared at this time, and held a silver sword across their swords to block their attacks.
The two wounded soldiers were stunned.
Before they could react, Chu Xi quickly dealt with the rebels.
The four rebels fell one after another.
The rebels fell and the wounded were saved.
The two wounded soldiers were about to thank Chu Xi when they saw a quick afterimage and the blood-stained sword in her hand piercing into the chest of other rebels.
His sword moves were so fast that all that was left was the flash of the sword and the splash of blood.
They wanted to see Chu Xi's sword moves clearly, but found that even if they opened their eyes wide and looked hard, they still couldn't see anything clearly.
As for Han Ziyu and Han Yaojun, they were surrounded by the most rebels.
Their location was already remote, and there were a dozen wounded soldiers behind them who were unable to move.
Han Yaojun didn't want to give up these people. Even if the city gates were broken, he wanted to protect them as long as he could protect them for a while.
Until he fell.
Han Yaojun was unwilling to give up, so Han Ziyu, as his close follower, naturally followed him without hesitation.
Their unwillingness to move made it easier for other rebels to gather towards them.
The rebels believed that the city gate had been breached, and no matter how powerful Han Yaojun was, he only had one person's thoughts, so they had no time to fear him.
Han Ziyu had been stabbed twice before in order to protect Han Yaojun. Now, he ignored the swords and knives in front of him and continued to protect him.
"Go away. I'm not to the point where I need someone to protect me."
Han Yaojun himself was not in good condition, but when he noticed Han Ziyu's shaky condition, he instinctively scolded him.
"Get out of the way, this is a military order."
Han Ziyu didn't move.
"Military orders are as heavy as mountains. Han Ziyu, are you going to disobey my orders?" Han Yaojun raised his voice.
Standing in front of him, Han Ziyu, who was determined to die, did not move an inch.
"...Han Ziyu, you..." Han Yaojun had extraordinary five senses and heard the sound of horse hooves that seemed to be able to shake the city walls.
This kind of movement cannot be achieved without thousands of horses.
Hearing this, Han Yaojun's pale face pulled the corners of his mouth with difficulty and chuckled.
Reinforcements have arrived!
Fortunately, he held on.
Xi'an City was defended!
Even if he died the next moment, Han Yaojun thought, he would die without regrets.
At least before his death, the city of Xi'an had not fallen.
He has tried his best, and even if he fails in the end, he has no regrets.
The two of them were determined to die, and neither of them was willing to take a step back and abandon the dozen people behind them.
At this moment, a long sword came out.
The silver sword was stained with blood, which was dripping onto the ground, indicating that the blood had just been applied.
The rebels heard the sound of swords being thrust in and out from behind, and then something heavy seemed to fall.
The noise startled the twenty or so people surrounding Han Yaojun, and they all turned their heads at the same time.
When they looked back, they saw several more people fell.
As these people fell, they finally saw the situation behind them clearly.
A young man with cold eyes and handsome features, wearing a blood-stained brocade robe, wielded the sword calmly.
The sword slashed across the necks of the two men, causing blood to splatter, but the young man was not affected at all.
Han Yaojun was startled, "Chu Jiang?"
Without waiting for Chu Xi to answer, Han Ziyu fell down first.
He could no longer hold the spear in his hand.
He fell down, revealing his scarred chest, with a hint of red at the corner of his lips.
Han Yaojun didn't dare put down his spear to catch the man, so he could only fill the gap vacated by Han Ziyu.
The battlefield is so ruthless. Even if your own brothers or fathers are dead, you have no choice but to continue fighting.