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Chapter 24 Crazy Demon Stick Technique

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    Han Youniang wielded a Fenghuo stick and stood at the head of the city with the gunner who had abandoned the cannon and grabbed the knife and gun to defend against the enemy. She watched Yang Ling carefully from time to time, and she was almost frightened out of her wits when she saw that he picked up the gun and rushed at the Tartars.  Xianggong is a scholar, and his body is weak. I am afraid that an ordinary strong man can't beat him. How can he be the opponent of these murderous Tartars?  She flew a stick to the shoulder of a tartar who had just jumped up to the top of the wall, knocked him down, and then chased after him.

    The fighting between the enemy and the enemy on the battlefield is not too fancy, it is completely the simplest and most direct slashing and stabbing action, but once he got started, Yang Ling knew that it was not that kind of thing at all, his strength and speed could not match those who have been on the battlefield all year round  Compared with the galloping people, a Tatar with a knife had just wiped a soldier's neck with a big knife, and with a flick of the momentum, he smashed the gun in Yang Ling's hand.

    With a stern voice, the big knife slashed down, Yang Ling watched the big knife slashing down, and only thought in his heart: "Here I am, I'm going to die again, where is the young lady?" He couldn't hide, so he didn't want to hide.  At the moment of dying, he just wanted to see the young mother again.

    Turning his head only halfway, he saw it, and saw Han Youniang pounced towards him like a female leopard protecting a calf, the scarf on her head had fallen off, her braided hair was flying in the wind, her face was flushed like a peach blossom.

    The man and the stick almost formed a straight line, and with a whoosh, the end of the stick swiftly pointed towards the top of Yang Ling's head.  With a sound of "Zheng", Han Youniang tapped the sword obliquely on the top of the head, and she knocked the sword away, leaving a deep scratch on the ground.  .

    When Han Youniang arrived, as soon as her left shoulder touched the ground, she rolled forward, jumped up with a stick, and slammed it on the Tatar's chest.  This stick was so powerful, the man kicked back a few steps, and before he could stand still, Han Youniang stepped forward and twisted her waist, followed two steps, "clap clap", the stick slashed like wind, left neck, right neck,  On the forehead and lower back, a stick caused a storm, and the beating made the man unable to even throw himself down and howl.

    Yang Ling was also dumbfounded, and saw Han Youniang's stick turning around, holding the middle of the whistle stick, the tip of the stick passed Yang Ling's chest, there was a sudden sound of wind, she turned around, her hand had already slipped onto the tip of the stick  , the whole stick was like a flying leopard's tail, and it was slammed down the Tatar's throat. Yang Ling clearly heard the cracking sound of the throat bone breaking, and the stick knocked that huge body into the air.  Get up, turn over the top of the wall, and fall down the wall.

    These moves of hers are fierce and stern, her stick moves are fast and ruthless, dazzling, and her footwork is even more vigorous and powerful. She saw another human head popping out from the top of the wall, pointing at the tip of the stick like a spear, pointing at it.  Between the man's eyebrows, the man didn't even see the enemy clearly, so he fell on his back again.

    Han Youniang retracted her stick and retreated to Yang Ling's side. Her knees gave way and she almost fell to her knees. She quickly put her stick on the ground to stabilize her body.  Yang Lingzheng was stunned. Seeing that her small face had turned pale and she was sweating profusely on her forehead, she was so frightened that she quickly supported her and said, "Young lady, what's wrong with you? Where are you hurt? Where are you hurt?"

    Han Youniang said in a trembling voice: "My husband, your young lady is fine, it's just just that knife, it scared me to death, woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo" She was so scared that she cried bitterly  .

    At this moment, Jiang Bin realized that this young man with outstanding martial arts skills was actually a girl, and said that she had just killed someone so he was afraid, so he chopped down several tartars one after another with a knife, and laughed loudly: "What are you afraid of, Lao Tzu?  When I went to the battlefield for the first time, my legs were cramped. It was the whistle chief who pinched my neck and forced me to charge forward. You won¡¯t be afraid to kill a few more.¡±

    This fight was so aggressive that he leaped onto the city wall and kicked down an enemy chieftain who had just climbed up. He slashed wildly with the saber in his hand. He cut off the wooden ladder tied with ropes several times in a row.  The Tazi soldiers screamed and fell down.

    All of a sudden, arrows were flying under the city like rain, and they shot at Jiang Bin. Jiang Bin stood at the head of the city and danced with two knives imperviously, and blocked all the sharp arrows.  The morale of the timid soldiers was suddenly shaken, and they suppressed the offensive of the Tartar soldiers for a while.

    Han Youniang supported Yang Ling and said, "My lord, hurry up to Yuelou."

    Yang Ling stomped his feet annoyed. Damn it, it really couldn't be lifted with hands or shoulders.  Can play.

    Yang Ling is also self-aware. He was nearly hacked to death just now, and seeing Han Youniang frightened him into such a look, he no longer tried his best, so he obediently avoided going upstairs. Before leaving, he hurriedly asked: "I didn't expect you  His martial arts are so good, what kind of stick technique is this?"

    Han Youniang blushed, and said coyly: "My father taught me, but your mother doesn't know."  Seeing him enter Yuelou, Han Youniang felt relieved.Immediately carry the stick and rush back to fight side by side with Jiang Bin. Wherever the gap is opened by the Tartars, they will be as fast as thunder with a knife and a stick, and they will soon be able to suppress the Tartars.

    Jiang Bin is brave, Yang Ling has seen it with his own eyes, but he never imagined that Han Youniang's martial arts are so outstanding, a Fenghuo stick is in her hand, chopping and sweeping, the shadow of the stick is flying, dancing like a dragon, he really can't imagine how soft it is usually  A timid little girl, now she barks her teeth and claws like a ferocious lion.

    Yang Ling clenched his fists and was very excited. He secretly made up his mind that if he could not die today, he must learn this stick technique from her.  Just as his blood was boiling with excitement, someone next to him patted his shoulder, and when he looked back, he saw Mr. Wang coming up to follow him, his face was blue and black, and Yang Ling was so smoky that only his eyes were left.  It's white, the two of them are like a pair of little ghosts.

    He moved closer to Yang Ling, but looked straight at the soldiers who were fighting hand-to-hand everywhere, as if he was watching the enemy's situation side by side with him, but he whispered: "Master Yang, you did nothing wrong, this is a last resort, colleague  No one will make irresponsible remarks, butyou have to be careful of Ma Yicheng".

    Yang Ling was taken aback, and whispered, "Why should you be careful about him?"

    Master Wang showed a crying smile and said: "Yicheng is a low-level official, why do you think he is equal to the county magistrate?"

    He coughed twice, and quickly said: "Our Daming's post officials are all secret agents of Jin Yiwei, so be careful."

    "Jin Yiwei?" Yang Ling was taken aback. He thought that Jin Yiwei was the emperor's inner guard. He didn't expect that a postmaster and director of grain depot could be associated with Jin Yiwei. Daming's intelligence network is really well developed.  .

    Thinking of his relationship with Ma Yicheng, he felt a little relieved, but he still said with some injustice: "It's obvious that the people in the city cannot survive, even if they can survive, the balance between the two is the lesser, tens of thousands of lives and dozens of lives, how can we still live?"  Can't tell which is more important?"

    Master Wang chuckled dryly, and sighed: "Unless all the censors who sit high in the capital are brought to the top of the city, I'm afraid they won't think so."  After speaking, Master Wang quietly moved away.

    Yang Ling glanced back, and saw Huang Xiancheng and Ma Yicheng standing together and talking, his eyes met his own, and seeing the concerned eyes, Yang Ling immediately understood that he was deliberately entangled Ma Yicheng, so that  The master Wang came to tell himself these words.

    He had some doubts in his heart: "I have saved his son, is Jin Yiwei so cruel and ruthless? Since Huang Xiancheng ordered me to do this, he must find an opportunity to show his favor to him, cough! Anyway, I won't live long  Now, you can die if you want me, but you absolutely can¡¯t if you want me to pay, otherwise how will my young mother survive?"

    My baby girl?  Thinking of this, the No. 1 Miser in Tianzi's heart trembled. He looked up to the edge of the city, only to see the back of Han Youniang waving a whistle stick, with two black braids hanging down to her hips swinging back and forth behind her.

    At this moment, inspector Liu raised his bow and yelled loudly: "The Tartars are repulsed, the Tartars are repelled."  Huang Xiancheng and Ma Yicheng, who were talking, swarmed up after hearing this, and saw the Tazi soldiers retreating like a tide.  The soldiers retreated.

    Yang Ling saw that they were advancing and retreating in an orderly manner without panic or confusion. Although he didn't know the formation, he could see that the Tartars were gathered together in a disorderly manner, and there were still some faint offensive formations. He couldn't help but blurted out: "Tartars  What are you doing? As long as they attack for a while, they may reach the top of the wall, why did they retreat suddenly?"

    Bantou Wang laughed loudly and said, "Master Yang, don't you think Tartars are not afraid of death? These bastards have been killed by us to the heartache."

    Yang Ling felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell why. Compared with the cheerful civil servants, his thoughts were clearer. After thinking about it, he suddenly shouted: "No, are they going to attack the east and west?  Gate? We just drew some people from the two gates, and the strength there is weak."

    At this time Jiang Bin also rushed back. In the cold weather, he had already taken off his battle robe, his arms were bare, and the blades in his hands had been curled up, and his flesh was bloody.  Hearing Yang Ling's words, he interjected, "No, the roads in the east and west cities are narrow, and the city gates are usually closed. We are small, and they can't send a large force to fight, but I think the Tartars must have tricks."

    Han Youniang ran back, and there were a bunch of old men in the building, and it was not convenient for her to come in, so she stood by the door and looked at Yang Ling, her cheeks were red, and her hair was already wet on her forehead.  He took two steps forward, put on the awning and looked down the city.

    On the snowy ground, the Tartar soldiers parted a road, with four galloping horses in the middle, dragging two dark things and rushing towards the city. Before Yang Ling could point out what he had found, Jiang Bin looked like someone whose neck had been chopped off.  The rooster jumped up in a daze, and shouted loudly: "Damn it! It's a thunderous cannon!" (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com)Like a rooster whose neck had been chopped off, it jumped up in a daze, and shouted at the top of its lungs, "Damn it! It's a thunderous cannon!" (Remember this site's website: www.hlnovel.com
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