Chapter 4 Dao Zuo meets and kills

Zhao Yu still remembers the appearance of his hometown, that small village, the Daxing Fort not far from the village and the Nvnu River at the entrance of the village. He could still roughly recall that during the New Year, his father and mother took him to Songshan Fort to sell some mountain products and buy new year's goods at the same time. They would pass by Daxing Fort.

Especially remember the candied haws on a stick. Every time he went to Songshanbao, his mother would buy him a bunch or two. His mother hugged him, and he held a bunch of candied haws in one hand, one bite on the left and one on the right. It was so sweet.

There was no Jinzhou City at that time. Ten years ago, Jinzhou was just a small place, and Songshan Fort was the most prosperous city nearby. Jinzhou City was only built recently.

Zhao Yu heard about Jinzhou City from his master. It seems that in order to resist the Tatar attack, the imperial court ordered such a city to be built between the Daling River and Xiaoling River.

In terms of rough location, Jinzhou City is in the north, Songshan Fort is in the south, and Daxing Fort is in the east. They are not far apart from each other, only a few dozen miles away.

As long as you get near Jinzhou City, cross the Xiaoling River to the east, and then cross the Nerv River, you will definitely find that 'home'!

Zhao Yu knew something in his heart and his feet were light. But as I walked, it gradually became heavier. Somehow, there was still a hundred miles away, but the closer I got to that 'home', the heavier my heart became. There was a murderous aura brewing, as if it was about to burst out at any time!

Everything that happened that evening, the bloody massacre, always lingered before his eyes.

"Tatars!"

Two words popped out from between Zhao Yu's teeth!

Zhao Yu's feet are very fast, and even the magical Taibao and Scud mentioned by his master are probably not as good as him. A hundred miles away, in less than an hour, he was behind him.

At this time, the sun in the sky had only risen three poles.

It's noon.

It seems that Jinzhou City is almost there, at most ten or eight miles away. Suddenly, there was a sound of hoofbeats in the distance. There was a rumble. After listening carefully, I thought to myself that maybe there were ten or twenty horses galloping.

Although Zhao Yu has no experience in martial arts, he is not a stupid person. I have long heard Master say that nowadays, the slaves are fierce, and the ground in Jinzhou and Guangningwei has long become a horse pasture for Tatars.

With the ferocity of the Tatars, it could not be the imperial cavalry or the caravan. The imperial court was beaten so hard by the Tatars that it could not hold its head up and lost ground continuously. How could there be a cavalry of the imperial court running on the road in broad daylight?

As for the caravan, it is even more impossible. This place is close to Jinzhou, the place of the Fourth War. Which caravan dares to come here and run wild?

And it was clear that even if a war horse was galloping, it would be impossible for a caravan to gallop so fiercely. The sound of those hooves was like thunder. Even if there were only a dozen or twenty horses, it would shake the earth. They were definitely war horses.

Zhao Yu's heart moved, and he looked around and saw a small forest not far away. Now I took a big step and arrived in the forest in a few steps. Whoosh, whoosh, like a monkey, I climbed up a slightly larger tree in just one breath, stood on the tree, and looked up.

Then I saw that at the end of the loess road, some black spots spread out, separated by a certain distance from each other, forming a fan shape, and rushing towards this side.

Zhao Yu has extraordinary eyesight, and those black spots are the cavalry riding on horseback. He is wearing armor and has a knife hanging from his waist. One of them was wearing white armor, and the others were wearing black armor.

As the sound of hoofbeats approached, Zhao Yu could see the faces of the cavalry clearly.

As soon as the time came, Zhao Yu's eyes turned red!

"Tatars!"

Zhao Yu exerted a strong force in his hand, and with a click, his steel palm crushed an arm-thick branch to pieces!

"Okay, great."

Zhao Yu chuckled, with a cold light in his eyes, and whispered to himself: "It's been ten years, it's time to collect some interest..."

So I looked carefully and counted all the way, and there were exactly twenty riders in the gradually growing black spots. Zhao Yu's mind suddenly turned around. A mere twenty riders were completely ignored by him. At that moment, I had a plan in mind. I jumped down from the two-foot-high tree and landed silently. Then I walked to the middle of the road, held my head high and stood there quietly with no expression on my face.

Just like a stone statue, no matter how wind blows or rains, it will not waver at all.

The twenty Tatar cavalrymen were the scouts of the Tatar army.

At present, Huang Taiji is leading his army to besiege Jinzhou.

Huang Taiji was not an ordinary person. He was able to develop a race with a population of only a few hundred thousand to its current level. He was unique in both military and political matters.

When Sun Chengzong was the governor of Jiliao, he did many practical things. They made camp step by step, built strong walls and cleared the fields, and used various military means to make Huang Taiji's head bruised and bloody on the frontal battlefield.

Although Sun Chengzong has passed away now, he has left many useful things on this land. Huang Taiji's attack on Jinzhou was not successful, so he retreated to the next best thing and chose to besiege. He was also afraid that Ming army reinforcements would harass him and ruin his plans, so he sent out many scouts around Jinzhou City.

These twenty riders are one of the teams.

The Tatars are violent, or in other words, the northern barbarians have always been this violent. Just like locusts, wherever they pass, corpses litter the fields and blood flows into rivers.

Whenever the Central Plains dynasty weakened, these barbarians were able to rise up without suppression. As the number of burnings, killings, and looting increases, this ferocious aura becomes deeper and deeper.

The twenty-horse Tatar cavalry scouts are naturally like this.

Scouts are elites in the army. Since they are elites, they must kill more people and be more ferocious.

The twenty mounted scouts saw a man standing stupidly in the middle of the road from afar. When they were hundreds of steps away, they could clearly see that he was a Han barbarian.

The Han people called barbarians barbarians. When the Han people were in decline, these barbarians fought back. Naturally, they did not recognize themselves as barbarians, so they added the word barbarian to the Han people.

This has always been the case. For example, the Jin and Liao Kingdoms in history often called the Song Dynasty Nanmanzi.

This is to gain a psychological advantage and a spiritual victory method.

But in fact, it is clear at a glance who Manzi is.

Whether it is barbaric or not depends on the depth of civilization. Rather than talking verbally.

Even if the Central Plains Dynasty declines again, it will still be the most profound civilization in the world today.

When these twenty mounted scouts saw Zhao Yu blocking the road, they felt that this barbarian was tall, but so what? Compared with the Qing Dynasty established by the descendants of Boar Skin, the Ming Dynasty was also a giant. But isn’t it like being beaten and still not being able to take action?

None of them cared.

Some of the nearby scouts were laughing and not taking it seriously. A white-armored horseman in the middle of the continent was galloping. When he saw that he was within a hundred steps, he pulled out the long sword from his waist.

The long knife was cold and sharp, and its edge was clearly visible in the sunlight.

When he was about to ride his horse and pass by, he slashed the barbarian in the middle of the road in half. This is not a difficult task. Whether on the battlefield or off the battlefield, whether it is killing Ming soldiers or slaughtering Han barbarian villages, he is already familiar with it.

Carelessly, he raised his long knife.

The horse's hooves trampled the ground, raising a cloud of smoke and dust that rose ten feet high. Zhao Yu slowly raised his head, and a ray of sunlight turned cold under the reflection of the blade and fell into his eyes, causing him to squint slightly.

A faint sneer could be heard, and the long knife struck down on the head. The war horse was about to rush past Zhao Yu. The knight on the horse grinned, revealing his yellow teeth, as if he was smiling.

Then, Zhao Yu took action.

The flash of a white horse is not enough to describe it, and the lightning and flint are just a little less.

It's like pressing the pause button, changing from extreme movement to extreme stillness. Shilu Lu neighed and saw a thick palm pressing right on the chest of the war horse, sinking an inch straight into it!

All the bones in the chest of the war horse collapsed.

The other hand, like a pliers, tightly grasped the blade of the sword, which was already twisted.

Under Zhao Yu's feet, a spider web-like crack was exposed on the hard loess road.

The huge impact force of the war horse was dumped into the ground by Zhao Yu, causing such cracks in the ground!

As for himself, the cloth shoes on his feet were turned into pieces of rags, and they were all shattered by the shock.

With a bang, the war horse fell to the ground.

There was a slight vibration in Zhao Yu's palm, and the long knife fell out of the hand of the white-armored Tatar whose jaws had collapsed and was bleeding profusely. Then a big hand, like lightning, grabbed the Tatar's neck, which was so shocked that half of his body was paralyzed, and lifted him up.

The Tatar cavalry still looked confused. He had never thought that such a thing would happen. In addition, half of the body holding the knife was numbed by the shock. He had no feeling and was in a daze.

Zhao Yu pinched his neck and lifted him up. One of his feet moved like a phantom. He only heard two clicks, followed by howls like a killing pig.

Tatars are also human beings, flesh and blood, not machines, not ghosts and gods.

His legs were tapped twice by Zhao Yu's toes, and his knees were completely shattered. Who could endure that kind of pain?

At the same time, the other nineteen mounted scouts rushed past from both sides. While he was laughing, he turned around one by one to see the wonderful scene of Zhao Yu being chopped into two pieces, and saw the leader's horse falling to the ground and being picked up by his neck.

Suddenly, the laughter stopped.

Then, amidst the bursts of neighing, the sound of horse hooves also stopped abruptly.

It has to be said that these elite scouts have superb riding skills. They are galloping on horseback and stop as soon as they say to stop.

Then came the howl of the white-armored cavalry.

Senseless.

The nineteen mounted scouts were immediately confused.

Then he reacted instantly, howled, pulled out his long sword, or drew his bow and arrow, aiming at Zhao Yu with great tacit understanding.

The sound of horse hooves sounded again, this time heading towards Zhao Yu.

Nine cavalry scouts drew out their long swords and surrounded him, while the other ten cavalrymen opened their bows and arrows, and shot out ten feather arrows.

When Zhao Yu saw that these scouts did not escape, he felt relieved and crushed the white-armored scout's neck. There was only a piece of skin left on the neck connected to the head, and all the bones underneath were shattered.

He died instantly.

Zhao Yuzhen stamped his feet on the ground and used his strength to fly up the sword that had been bent by him. He reached out to grab it with his palm, turned his wrist, and a sword flashed out from the sword, killing the ten feathers that were shot first. Not a single arrow fell, all were swept away, and then the sword was thrown out.

With a puff, the armored soldier who rode howling and rushed within twenty steps was shocked to the core, and then fell off the horse.