Han Youniang used a wind and fire stick, and stood at the top of the city with the gunner who had abandoned the cannon and grabbed the swords and guns to fight against the enemy. She looked at Yang Ling from time to time, and saw that he actually picked up the gun and rushed towards the Tartars, and was almost scared to death. Her husband was a scholar, and his body was weak. I am afraid that an ordinary strong man could not beat him. How could he be the opponent of these Tartars who killed people without blinking? She flew up and swept the shoulders of a Tartar who had just jumped up to the top of the city, beat him down, and then pulled his feet to chase him.

The battle between the enemy and us on the battlefield was not too fancy, it was the simplest and most direct slashing and assassination action. However, when we met, Yang Ling realized that it was not the case at all. His strength and speed were simply not comparable to those who had been galloping on the battlefield for many years. A Tatar man with a knife had just wiped the sword from a soldier's neck. He took the opportunity to slash the gun in Yang Ling's hand.

With a loud shout, the big sword was slashed. Yang Ling looked at the big sword, and just thought to himself: "Come on, I'm going to die again, where is Young Mother?" He couldn't hide, so he didn't want to hide. At this moment of death, he just wanted to see Young Mother again.

His head was only half twisted, and he saw Han Youniang rushing towards him like a female leopard protecting a calf. The scarf on his head had fallen, and his braids were flying in the wind, and his face was as red as peach blossoms.

The man and the stick were almost in a straight line. With a shout, the end of the stick had quickly pointed at Yang Ling's head. With a "clang", the big knife that was barely slashed to the top of his head was pointed at the surface of the knife by Han Youniang, and he suddenly hit the big knife that was slashing down, splitting a deep scratch on the ground.

Han Youniang arrived, and when she hit the ground with her left shoulder, she rolled forward, raised her stick and hit the Tatar's chest with a bang. The stick was so powerful that the man took a few steps back and had not yet stood firm. Han Youniang stepped on her waist and followed two steps, "papapapapa", the stick slashed like the wind, left neck, right neck, forehead, and underneath, a stick made a storm, and beat the man without even the ability to slap down and wail.

Yang Ling was stunned, and saw Han Youniang turn the stick with her, holding the middle of the whistle stick. The tip of the stick was swept through Yang Ling's chest, causing a sudden sound of wind. She turned her body and her hand had slid to the head of the stick. The whole stick was like a flying leopard tail, thrusting hard under the Tatar's throat. Yang Ling clearly heard the crackling sound of the throat shattering. The stick actually knocked the huge body away, flipped over the top of the city, and fell down the city.

Her moves were fierce and fierce, her stick technique was fast and fierce, which was dazzling, and her footwork was even more powerful. Seeing a head emerging from the city wall, her tip of the stick pointed forward like a spear, and a stick was hit in the middle of the eyebrows. The man didn't even see the enemy clearly, and then fell on his back.

Han Youniang pulled her stick and retreated to Yang Ling's side. Her knees softened and she almost fell to the ground. She quickly leaned on the ground with a stick, and then stabilized her body. Yang Ling was stunned when she saw her little face turned pale and sweat was faint on her forehead. She was so scared that she hurriedly supported her and said, "Young Mom, what's wrong with you? Where are you injured? Where are you injured?"

Han Youniang said in a trembling voice: "Honey, Youniang is fine, it's just that knife that scares me to death, wuwuwu." The person involved had nothing to do, and she was so scared that she cried bitterly.

Only then did Jiang Bin realize that this young man with excellent martial arts skills was actually a girl. He also said that she had just killed someone so he was afraid. He waved his knife and cut down several Tartars one after another, laughing and laughed: "What are you afraid of? My legs were cramped when I went to the battlefield for the first time. The whistleman pinched my neck and forced me to rush forward. If you kill a few more, you won't be afraid."

The fight became so fierce that he jumped up to the city wall and kicked the enemy leader who had just climbed up. He slashed wildly in his hand, and cut off the wooden ladder that had tied the ropes with several slashes. Several Tartar soldiers who had just climbed halfway down screamed and fell down.

For a moment, the arrows were flying under the city, shooting towards Jiang Bin. Jiang Bin stood at the top of the city and danced with both swords and rain, blocking all the sharp arrows. Seeing that the generals in charge of the troops were so brave, the morale of the soldiers who were already timid around him was suddenly shocked, and he suppressed the offensive of the Tartars.

Han Youniang supported Yang Ling and said, "My husband, go upstairs quickly."

Yang Ling stomped his feet in annoyance. Damn, this really means that you can't lift your hands and your shoulders, and it's useless. Apart from throwing stones down, even the bow and arrow are not something you can play with by someone like yourself who has never touched before.

Yang Ling knew it himself. He was almost killed by someone just now. Seeing that Han Youniang was so scared that he looked like he was, he no longer showed off his power, so he had to avoid going upstairs obediently. Before leaving, he asked in a hurry: "I didn't expect that your martial arts are so good, what kind of stick method is this?"

Han Youniang's face turned red and she slapped and said, "Dad taught me, but I don't know." Seeing him entering Yuelou, Han Youniang felt relieved and immediately took the stick and rushed back to fight with Jiang Bin. Wherever the gap was opened by the Tartars, they would be as fast as thunder with one knife and one stick, and they could suppress the Tartars soon.

Jiang Bin was brave and Yang Ling had seen it with his own eyes, but he could not have imagined that Han Youniang's martial arts were so outstanding. A Fenghuo stick was slashed and swept in her hand, and the stick shadow flew, dancing like a dragon. He really couldn't have imagined that a little girl who was usually so gentle and timid, now she was like a ferocious lion with her teeth and claws.

Yang Ling clenched his fists tightly and was very excited. He made up his mind that if he could live today, he must learn this set of stick methods from her. He was so excited that someone next to him patted his shoulders. When he looked back, he saw that the king came to follow him, with a blue face and black face. Yang Ling was so angry that his eyes were only white. The two of them were like a pair of ghosts.

He leaned closer to Yang Ling, but his eyes were staring at the soldiers fighting everywhere, as if he was watching the enemy situation side by side with him, but he whispered: "Master Yang, you did nothing wrong. This is a last resort. No one of his colleagues will say anything, but you must be careful of Ma Yicheng."

Yang Ling was stunned and whispered: "Why should you be careful of him?"

The king's clerk showed a crying smile and said, "The official secretary is an inequality clerk. Why do you think he is on par with the county magistrate?"

He coughed twice and said quickly: "Our postmasters in the Ming Dynasty are all secret detectives of the Jinyiwei, so be careful."

"Embroidered Uniform Guard?" Yang Ling was shocked. He thought that the Embroidered Uniform Guard was the big guards around the emperor. He could not have thought that a postmaster and grain warehouse director could actually hang it with the Embroidered Uniform Guard. The Ming Dynasty's intelligence network was really developed.

Thinking of his relationship with Ma Yicheng, he felt relieved, but he still said unfairly: "The people under the city are obviously unable to survive. Even if they can survive, the two parties will weigh the pros and cons, and they can't tell which is more important than tens of thousands of lives or dozens of lives?"

The King of Kings laughed dryly and sighed: "Unless all the censors sitting high in the capital were pulled up to the top of the city, I'm afraid they won't think so." After that, the King of Kings moved away quietly.

Yang Ling looked back and saw that Huang County Chenggong was standing with Ma Yicheng and saying something. When his eyes touched himself, Yang Ling immediately understood that he was deliberately entangling Ma Yicheng and asked the king's clerk to tell him this.

He was a little confused: "I saved his son. Are the Jinyiwei so cruel and ruthless? County Magistrate Huang told me that, he must find an opportunity to show his kindness to him. Cough! Anyway, I won't live long, I can die, and I must pay for it. Otherwise, how will my young mother survive?"

My young lady? Thinking of this, the heart of the number one guard of Tianzi trembled. She looked up at the edge of the city and saw Han Youniang waving the whistle stick, and her two black braids hanging from her hips were swaying behind her.

At this moment, Inspection Officer Liu shouted loudly with his bow in his hand: "The Tartars were defeated, the Tartars were defeated." Huang County Chief and Ma Yicheng, who were talking, rushed up and saw the Tartar soldiers retreating like a tide, and while retreating, they kept firing sharp arrows on the top of the city to cover the soldiers who were climbing the siege ladder to retreat.

Yang Ling saw that they were moving forward and retreating in an orderly manner and was not panicked. Although he did not understand the formation, he could see that the Tartars were gathering in a mixed manner, and they still appeared in several attacking formations. He couldn't help but blurt out: "What are the Tartars doing? As long as they attacked for a while, they might climb to the top of the city. Why did they suddenly retreat?"

Wang Bantu laughed and said, "Master Yang, aren't you afraid of death? These damn gods are so painful that we killed them."

Yang Ling felt something was wrong, but he couldn't tell the reason. Compared to 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 Sects? We just pulled out some people from the two Sects, and there is a single book of strength."

At this time, Jiang Bin also hurried back. It was cold that Tianer, he had taken off his battle robe, his bare hands, and the swords in his hand had rolled up the blade, and the flesh and blood were blurred. After hearing Yang Ling's words, he interjected: "No, the roads between the east and west cities are narrow, and the city gates are not open at ordinary times. We have few people, so they cannot send a large group of troops to fight, but I think the Tartars must also have tricks."

Han Youniang ran back. There were a bunch of masters and people in the Yue Building. It was not convenient for her to come in. She stood by the door and looked at Yang Ling. Her cheeks were red and her hair was so wet that it was on her forehead. Yang Ling smiled at her, walked forward two steps, and looked down at the city with a cool breeze in her hand.
Chapter completed!