"To see Grand Master Zhou," Peng Dahu said. After a while, he was afraid that Shi Jin didn't know, so he added, "Zhou Dong, Grand Master Zhou."
"Grand Master Zhou … is still in the city?" Shi Jin hesitated and asked.
"Yes, that's right. Look at the front, it's Grand Master Zhou's Heroine Zuo Wenying." Peng Dahu said, "Grand Master Zhou gathered us from the Green Forest Sect to plan a big event."
Perhaps he was worried that Shi Jin was unwilling to participate, so he spoke cautiously. Looking at Shi Jin's expression, he said, "If this matter is successful, we will have a slim chance of survival, but we can stop the Jurchen army from moving south. If not, we will die. Brother, when you see Grand Master Zhou later, you can consider whether to do it or not."
"Yes." Shi Jin nodded and said, "Kill Ni Han."
He went north and south all the way for this matter. It was just that when he heard Qian Fei talk about it, he still had a very casual attitude. At this time, when he said these words, his heart was already heavy. Seeing his eyes and expression, Peng Dahu also nodded.
At this time, the city was busy with searches and massacres. Some troops and large families in the streets saw that they couldn't rush out, so they built fortifications and fought with the Jurchen people in the streets. More people were driven out of their residences, or became prisoners, or were beaten and slaughtered in large numbers. The three of them ran all the way and also passed by several streets where there was fighting. Then they encountered a small group of Jurchen enemies in a courtyard, and they fought again.
At this time, Shi Jin saw that Zuo Wenying was using willow leaf blades in addition to darts. A woman's physical strength might not be as good as a man's, but her blade technique was fierce and fierce. When she suddenly encountered an enemy, she directly rushed into the crowd, and the blade left a flying line of blood in the crowd. Every blade must be aimed at the throat, lower abdomen, crotch, and leg of the enemy. These places were mostly soft, and they were either directly fatal, immobilized, or bled a lot. She separated from the enemy as soon as she touched them, using the least amount of strength to achieve the greatest results. This was indeed the most suitable way to fight on the battlefield.
As for Peng Dahu, although his martial arts were slightly worse than Zuo Wenying's, his strength was firm and fierce, and his physical fitness and internal force cultivation were also solid. His Kung Fu was probably in his hands. His saber skills were not brilliant, but when his cultivation reached a certain level, he could still kill a few soldiers neatly and efficiently. Shi Jin had been fighting on the city wall for a day. He had already understood the principle of seeking the greatest damage with the simplest action. After stabbing a few people to death with a steady but concise spear technique, he attracted Zuo Wenying's praise.
Not long after, the sky gradually darkened. The originally bustling city was now lit up by patches of flames that were reflected in the night sky. The black pillars of smoke could also be seen clearly against the background of the night. The sounds of fighting and crying became clearer in the city. Crossing a street, they also saw the scene of the Female Enlightened Master driving the nearby captives out in batches. After a while, they entered a dilapidated and barren courtyard on the side of the city, where Shi Jincai finally saw the people of Greenwood Forest who had gathered here.
There were all kinds of weapons, swords, spears, and halberds, different outfits and voices. Most of the martial artists were covered in blood. They had gathered here because of Zhou Dong's reputation. There was a bamboo forest outside this courtyard, and there were about four or five courtyards inside. The one in the center had a rockery and a pond. The pond had already dried up because no one had taken care of it for a long time. When Shi Jin entered, he calculated that there were about a hundred Greenwood Forest martial artists gathered here. A small number of them were heavily injured, and the rest were lightly injured. Most of them had probably participated in the defense battle during the day.
There was no fire, and the people's voices were not loud. Only the occasional painful moans could be heard in the dark and dull courtyard. In front of the main hall, an old man with grizzled hair was bandaging a man with a broken leg. He was the legendary "Iron Arm" Zhou Dong.
Outside the courtyard, there were still people coming in one after another. Some were exhausted, and some were carrying injured people as they came in. A few martial artists who were in good spirits were distributing dry food and water among the crowd.
The Greenwood Forest could be said to be big, but it could also be said to be small. Especially after such a battle, two people could probably chat in low voices for a while when they met. If it was in the past, Shi Jin would probably have mingled with the people around him. But after the fall of Liangshan, his mentality had changed a lot. He found a place to sit down and eat dry food and drink water to recover his strength. He didn't say anything more, but his eyes occasionally fell on the busy old man in the crowd. As Lin Chong's master and a world-famous swordsman, what he could see at this time was actually not too much.
As the night deepened, the restlessness in the city did not stop. At a certain moment, when someone carried the injured over, Shi Jin's eyebrows moved slightly. He followed all the way, and when the person put the injured man in a corner, Shi Jin recognized that the man with a leg injury and half of his body stained with blood was Qian Fei. Shi Jin walked over and took the medicine to bandage him. "Brother Qian."
"Shi, Brother Shi." Qian Fei recognized the person in front of him and suddenly grabbed his arm. "Where did you go … Oh, you're here … Where's Brother Chen?"
They went all the way north. When they entered Xinzhou City, only Shi Jin, Qian Fei, and Chen Xiuqing were left. After arranging Shi Jin and Chen Xiuqing in the civilian team, Qian Fei went to inquire about Zhou Dong's whereabouts, but he didn't expect to meet him again at this time.
Shi Jin told Qian Fei about Chen Xiuqing's death. Qian Fei closed his eyes, and when he opened them, he took a sad breath. In fact, after hearing about Zhou Dong, he wanted to go over to inform Shi Jin and Chen Xiuqing, but when he arrived there, the city wall had been broken. He ran all the way and was rescued after being injured.
While the two were talking, Zhou Dong's voice sounded not far away.
"Brothers of the Greenwood Forest and the underworld, I am Zhou Dong. It is the greatest honor of my life to be able to fight side by side with you today. Everyone has experienced the situation of the battle today, so I won't say more. If the Female Enlightened Master goes south, she will certainly plunge the Wu dynasty's millions of people into misery and suffering. My idea is very simple. We will assassinate Ni Han in Xinzhou City and do our part for the people of the Wu dynasty. "
"Regardless of the success or failure of this mission, it is not an exaggeration to say that there is no chance of survival. But today on the city wall, everyone has seen the Female Enlightened Master's fierceness. Our generation of martial art practitioners says that when an ordinary man is angry, blood splashes ten steps. The old man is already eighty years old, I have lived long enough, I am willing to entrust this old body to this kind of uncertain matter. But all of you have wives and children at home, or parents, to be able to fight with Nuzhenren on the city wall today, there is no loss in morality and justice. Although the city gate has been occupied by the Female Enlightened Master, with everyone's ability, if you want to escape from the city, there is still a chance … What this old man wants to say is … "
Zhou Dong had a great reputation in Jianghu, but his eloquence was not necessarily very good. At this time, he deliberated for a moment. "What this old man wants to say is, at midnight tonight, those among you who are seriously injured, this old man will arrange for everyone to leave. Assassinate Ni Han, everyone … "
Just as he said this, someone in the crowd spoke up. "Old Man Zhou, I know what you want to say." When everyone looked over, they saw that it was a Daoist with white hair and a long beard, wielding a sword. This person was old, but his body was stained with blood. Clearly, he had killed many people in the battle. His name was Chou Henian, also a famous old man in Jianghu.
He opened his mouth and said, "Today, those who want to stay will naturally come with us to assassinate Ni Han. If there are those who don't want to stay, then they are not afraid of death. It is just that the Female Enlightened Master is so fierce. After they lead their army south, how can our wives, children, and parents have a good end? Listen to the sounds of Xinzhou City right now. In the future, it will be the wretched screams of our wives and children at home. I, Chou Henian, will stay behind and go with you. "
Zhou Dong cupped his hands.
The crowd thought of the Female Enlightened Master on the city wall, and people came out one after another. "I will go with Zhou Yingxiong."
"I will go kill Ni Han …"
"And me."
"Although I am injured, I can still fight. I will not leave …"
"To be able to go with Zhou Yingxiong on such an important matter, even if I die, my life will not be in vain!"
As people spoke, Zhou Dong pressed his hands down. "This old man understands. But among us, there are still brothers who are heavily injured. They have already lost enough blood, so this old man must arrange for them to leave. If there is anyone among you who is willing to do this, then come and tell this old man. If there is no one, then this old man will choose people. I hope that those who are chosen will not shirk this heavy responsibility. "
After saying this, Zhou Dong turned to discuss the matter with the people around him. The crowd became heated. When it came to assassinating Ni Han, their blood was boiling, and many people could understand the meaning behind it. However, after a while, Shi Jin saw some people silently and quietly leaving in the darkness. It was impossible to hide such a matter from Zhou Dong, but from beginning to end, the old man did not say anything, nor did he arrange for people to stop them.
Someone came to count the number of heavily injured. Zhou Dong walked through the courtyard, speaking in low voices with each person, probably arranging for people to escort the injured away. When the old man came to Shi Jin's side, he asked his name and what he learned, then cupped his hands and walked away. Shi Jin's martial arts skills were not inferior to Fu Lu and Zuo Wenying, who were next to Zhou Dong. The old man only needed to look at his posture and listen to his breathing to determine that he was a master, and the people he arranged to leave were mostly young and had low martial arts skills. Naturally, Shi Jin would not be on the list.
Near midnight, more than ten people were gathered to escort more than ten seriously injured martial artists away. Some martial artists expressed that they were unwilling to leave, but there was no way to be wishy-washy for a while. A team of Jurchen soldiers had already swept over here, and the fire spread. Everyone left in two directions in the chaos.
By the time they moved to another hiding place that had already suffered a military disaster, it was already early in the morning. The seriously injured Qian Fei had already been escorted away, and there were about seventy people gathered around Zhou Dong. This was all the strength that would be used to assassinate Ni Han.
Many years later, these things that happened in Xinzhou City would be talked about passionately, but there was no such feeling when it happened. The pain and fatigue of fighting for a day swept over them. Even if they were hot-blooded, it was just a deliberate encouragement to each other. If they stayed here, would there be any hope of assassinating Ni Han? What would happen after the assassination? Everything seemed so uncertain. Only the word 'death' became real here.
In the darkness, the sounds of killing in the city never stopped. Shi Jin sat in a corner of this courtyard and closed his eyes to rest. When the night was a little quiet, he opened his eyes and saw the old man coming over. He stood up with some surprise and cupped his hands. The old man also cupped his hands to him and pointed to a collapsed wooden pillar on one side, motioning Shi Jin to sit down.
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