Jinghu North Road.

Feng Hebi led more than 100,000 Dali troops to drive straight from Suiyang, and now they are finally forced to Luxi County in Chenzhou.

Zhang Jue led the army to chase after him, but because Feng Hebi was often blocked by thunder arrays and soldiers, he never managed to go around to the front of Feng Hebi.

Up to now, Feng Hebi and Zhang Jue have been working around for many days, and the grain and grass in the army are also a little insufficient.

When the war in Fuzhou started, Chenzhou was also spread by the war.

Some time ago, I don't know how many people who heard that the Dali army was about to kill migrated out of the city and spread to Jinghu South Road or Changde.

But there were still many people left in the city.

As soon as Feng Hebi led the army to Luxi County, tens of thousands of troops besieged the city. At the same time, there were tens of thousands of troops heading towards the three counties of Yuanling and Chenxi.

Fu Xinghuo, the governor of Chenzhou in the Great Song Dynasty, led more than 1,000 guards to resist the Dali army in Luxi County.

Only in the face of the siege of tens of thousands of troops in Fenghebi, the defenders repelled several attacks of the Dali army one after another, and finally the head of Luxi County was still annihilated in the artillery fire after all.

Fu Xinghuo, the governor of Chenzhou, died heroically.

Many Song officials in the city declared what it meant to be loyal and brave on this night.

There are countless people who have committed suicide by hanging beams and taking poison.

Feng Hebi led the army into the city, and as soon as he entered the city, the Dali army began to loot in the city. Luxi County cried and screamed.

Late at night.

The two counties of Yuanling and Chenxi also fell one after another.

After the Dali army, which was short of food, entered the city, they tried their best to loot the food in the city. And there were cavalry sparring towards the surrounding villages and towns.

There is Longmen Village on the bank of the Yuanshui River in Chenxi County.

There are only a few dozen families in the village, and most of them make a living from farming and fishing.

The night was dark, and it was quiet in Longmen Village.

Only the sound of the waves of the water was heard in the village at all times.

It was under such circumstances that hundreds of horsemen of the Dali army approached Longmen Village.

"Drive!"

"Drive!"

The sound of clapping horses breaks the tranquility of Longmen Village.

Oil lamps lit up in some houses, and when villagers went out, they saw hundreds of torches approaching the village at a rapid pace.

This made the people pale with fright.

"Bell, bell!"

A gong sounded in the village.

Nearly 100 young and elderly people gathered at the entrance of the village in the sound of gongs, either carrying hoes or kitchen knives. Only the children and the women hid in their homes.

"Village chief, who is it?"

"How could there be so many fast horses suddenly coming to our Longmen Village?"

The old village chief stood in front of everyone, and the villagers talked a lot. Looking at the fast horses that were getting closer and closer, and listening to the clearer and clearer sound of the horses, there was a look of panic on his face.

All they knew was that it wasn't banditry.

Now there are not many bandits in the Great Song Dynasty.

Or, it's the defenders of Chenxi County. Or, it's the rioters who have been making a lot of noise these days.

Everyone hoped for the former, because the rebels were now desperate, and they were no different from bandits.

The old village chief also looked nervous, and only said: "Don't panic first, big guys, you'll know when they come." ”

Soon, hundreds of Dali rode to the front of the village.

"Phew!"

They were in front of the villagers.

The swords and guns in the army are so cold and dazzling under the light of torches.

Some villagers had trembling legs and stomachs.

Looking at the military flag and the style of the military uniform, these are clearly not the defenders of the Great Song Dynasty. Looking at their murderous spirit, it is obvious that they are not good.

The old village chief was also stunned at this moment.

If it is a chaotic people, they may offer some gold, silver and food, and their lives can be spared, but these soldiers in front of them are clearly not chaotic people.

The rebels are not so neat.

He wanted to step forward and say something, but he only looked at the majestic and murderous general in front of the army, but his legs seemed to have no strength and he couldn't lift them.

The villagers were silent.

The former general of the Dali Army saw that the villagers were holding hoes, firewood knives, kitchen knives and other things, but their brows gradually lifted.

No matter which country it is, there are also generals who are eager to kill and those who are not eager to kill. It's just unfortunate that this commander of the Dali army is a murderer.

Not long after he was promoted to the commander of a thousand soldiers, he was originally a scout in the army, a family practitioner, and he was promoted by virtue of his military exploits.

The corners of his mouth hooked up a slight smirk, and he slowly raised the horse chopping knife in his hand.

The surrounding Dali cavalry was ready to move.

The two countries are fighting each other, and under the influence of public opinion in the military, it can be said that they both regard each other as great enemies of life and death.

At this time, an old man with gray and boring hair came out of the villagers and said, "Dare to ask where the general is from?" ”

This surprised the commander a little.

He didn't expect that some of these villagers would dare to come up and talk.

There was a little playfulness in his eyes, and he said slowly: "When you are dying, General Ben will tell you again, so that you can all die and understand!" ”

As soon as the words fell, his slashing knife swung heavily forward, "Kill!" ”

The old man changed color slightly, and shouted: "Folks, all retreat!" ”

He stood alone in front of the villagers, and at this moment, there was an artistic conception in his body that rose to the sky. This sword intent is like the lonely smoke of the desert, soaring into the sky.

On the top of the old man's head, the plaque that has been beaten by wind and rain all year round squeaks at this moment, and it is no longer overwhelmed and collapses.

The villagers were stunned and retreated back with a look of great surprise.

Hundreds of Dali cavalry in front of them were shrouded in artistic conception, and their hearts were cold, and their expressions were stunned.

The figure of the old man dressed as an ordinary villager flickered and swept towards the front.

He turned out to be a True Martial Realm powerhouse.

I couldn't see how fast his steps were, but in the blink of an eye he was in front of the thousand-man horse with a sword.

There was a strong wind blowing.

The old man's right palm slapped heavily on the head of the war horse.

Without saying a word, the horse fell to the ground.

This palm directly killed the war horse.

Fortunately, the cultivation of the thousand commanders is not bad, although the rivers and lakes are scattered, but there is also the cultivation of the Zhongyuan Realm. In a hurry, he came back to his senses and hurriedly supported the ground with a slashing knife.

"Drink!"

He shouted and exerted his strength, using the saber as the axis, and his legs circled like upside-down onions, and he was about to stand up.

Just when he just turned his head, his face changed greatly.

A calloused palm appeared in front of his eyes, and it grew bigger and bigger in his eyes.

"Ahh

With a painful snort, this Zhongyuan Realm Qianfu followed in the footsteps of his war horse. His head was smashed to pieces, and blood splattered.

The old man raised his leg, but kicked his horse chopping knife into his hand. Homeopathic slashing.

The two horses on the side were cut off by the swords, and the cavalry that had not yet recovered fell forward, and before they landed, only a cold light crossed them, and then two more heads rolled out.

These are long words, but they only happen in a very short period of time.

The villagers behind were still in shock.

No one would have thought that this sickly old Li, who had lived in the village for ten years, would be a martial artist with such super skills.

At this moment, two more people came out of the villagers, "Father! ”

The figures of the two people were also extremely fast, and they swept into the Dali cavalry formation in the blink of an eye.

Although they didn't comprehend the realm, they seemed to have the cultivation of the Shangyuan Realm.

After the two rushed into the crowd, their bodies swept up, and they snatched the spears from the Dali cavalry one after another, and then shot like a dragon.

The cold light flickered in the light of the torches.

The three of them are like tigers in the wolves.

Only at this time, the Dali cavalry finally came back to their senses one after another.

Some cavalry retreated to the rear, but there were also cavalry shouting and killing and encircled and suppressed the three.

Under the shroud of artistic conception, their hearts were cold, but they would not retreat. After all, there are so many of them, they can always give them a little bit of courage.

"You two protect the villagers!"

The invincible old man in the crowd suddenly shouted at his two sons.

He saw Dali cavalry rushing towards the villagers behind.

Two men in the prime of life swept backwards with guns.

There were spears that burst through the air.

A cavalry approaching the villagers was directly penetrated by the spear, screaming and falling from their horses.

But the horse still rushed to the villagers, causing constant exclamations.

The fire was messy.

The sound of horses' hooves trampling was even more messy.

At the entrance of the village, I saw the Dali army surging, surrounded by the old man, and the old man could hardly be seen.

Although the two prime men were worried about their father's safety, they also took care of the villagers behind them, so they had to block under the plaque at the entrance of the village to prevent any Dali army from rushing over.

The artistic conception has never dissipated.

Only no one noticed that the corners of the mouth of the invincible old man in the crowd were gradually gushing out.

He had old wounds in his body, and he hadn't used his internal qi for many years. Such a turbulent mobilization of internal qi was completely consuming his own life force.

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