Kill an enemy, facing the timid enemy, the fat man boldly said to Zhao Xing behind him: "Don't be a mother-in-law, if I escape independently, who will I leave my back? Don't talk nonsense, it's a brother, let's fight together."

If you are not here, who will I leave my back? There are no bold words, just so simple and straightforward, but it reveals the standard principles of true brothers.

"Hahahaha." Zhao Xing couldn't help laughing happily, "Well, since I came to this world, I have never dared to hand over my back to anyone, and no one said that I would hand over his back to me. But today, I will hand over my back to you with confidence. Your back is protected by me, and you will fight out together for a lifetime of brothers and people."

Another assassin rushed over howled. The fat man now almost lost his strength to lift the gun. As a result, Zhao Xing turned around suddenly, blocked the fat man's knife and killed the other party.

As a result, Zhao Xing's back was stabbed hard at this empty space, and it hurt so much that it hurts heartily. Sis twitched the air conditioner and leaned his back on his back again, "You are not authentic, I just agreed to hand me over my back, but I was stabbed by someone."

The fat man, who was also shot, sucked the air conditioner and laughed: "From this point, I will let you learn a lesson. Your most trusted friend sometimes cannot protect your back. Everything depends on yourself."

The two of them talked and laughed, and in this fierce battle, they cheered each other up and rushed forward with difficulty.

Zhao Xing was ruthless and greeted the enemy who came up to death, without showing any mercy. The wind whistled with the whistling of the embroidered spring sword, and the actual sword technique he had learned seriously in the Jinyiwei was fully utilized, and the enemy he killed screamed and bloody.

Although those restaurant staff were not skilled, they were in crisis and were also violent to save their lives. The shoulder pole kitchen knife also exploded, giving the enemy a considerable threat.

A scream rang out in Zhao Xing's team, and a guy was shot by the enemy and screamed and fell to the ground.

But the fat man didn't stop, and no one in the team went out to rescue him. It was a matter of life and death. Who would care about whom? In this way, the injured guy fell to the ground was left outside the team and was about to die under the enemy's butcher knife in a blink of an eye.

At this time, Zhao Xing rushed out of the team. How could the enemy let Zhao Xing go alone? He immediately rushed forward, separated him from the brigade, and attacked with swords and guns, and killed desperately.

Zhao Xing cut off the enemy who was rushing forward with one knife and kicked one away, but a knife slashed on Zhao Xing's thigh. Zhao Xing groaned and staggered. In the crowd, Xiufen exclaimed, and someone shouted at Zhao Xing at the top of his lungs: "Come back soon."

Zhao Xing suddenly stood up, but did not return to the brigade, and still rushed towards the guy who was surrounded. He picked up one of his feet from the swords, guns and sticks, and regardless of life or death, he pulled him out of the swords, guns and sticks, and then limped to the team. Along the way, Zhao Xing was injured twice again, but even so, Zhao Xing still did not give up. He grabbed the brother with one hand and gritted his teeth to fight.

His actions moved the guys, who were close to this guy who didn't know how to live or die, rushed out without hesitation, roared, and waved the shoulder pole to help Zhao Xing resist the enemy. The three of them worked together and finally pulled the guy into the formation.

This guy is very lucky and is not dead. He shed tears and said to Zhao Xing intermittently: "Why should I save me?" Zhao Xing replied seriously: "As long as it is my brother Zhao Xing, I will not abandon you or give up." Then he shouted to a strong guy: "Come on him and we will continue to rush."

In the darkness, with the shouting of killing, Zhao Xing's small team rushed forward in the difficulties. They didn't know how many enemies they killed and how much blood they had shed, but everyone was already red in their eyes. The sword was put on, and they didn't know how painful it was, because just as Zhao Xing's oath of not giving up, the group of guys was no longer a mob, but became a team of one mind. Even Gao Sheng, a timid shopkeeper, picked up a sword that he didn't know who had abandoned, and waved it randomly with his eyes closed. Although he had no results in killing the enemy, it also increased the momentum of the team.

Guo Guangsheng was protected in the middle and shouted at a person: "This brother holding a shoulder pole quickly stood beside Lord Zhao and cooperated with his short weapons to resist the enemy. The brother holding a kitchen knife helped the brother holding a door stick to kill the enemy who was close to him. The brother who was injured quickly raised his legs with his back." I really didn't expect that this old scholar would have such a way to make arrangements. Under his coordination, these mobs, who had never been on the battle formation, gradually began to become coordinated and flexible, and they matched each other's length and shortness to block the enemy's attack.

After a little pressure, Zhao Xing took a rare breath and asked loudly at the little fat man in front of him: "Fatty, how far is it from the Duke's Mansion?"

The panting fat little man replied loudly: "Turn the corner of the street in front, you'll be there, two miles away."

Two miles, one thousand meters, not much. Zhao Xing loudly boosted his morale: "Brothers, we will win if there are only two miles left, so we will fight harder."

As a result, his shout also reminded the enemy. The leader in the leader also shouted loudly to his brothers: "We must not let them rush into the Duke's Mansion. Brothers, kill Lao Guo and Zhao Xing, each of them costs 100 taels of silver. Kill--"

With Zhao Xing and the leader shouting, the fighting spirit between the two sides became stronger and the battle became fierce again. Even if there was the shield of the little fat man in front of him, at this time, some desperate people began to stop the killing regardless of everything.

At this critical moment, a group of people rushed out of a dark alley again, with a total of a hundred people. They and the enemy were together for a while and immediately joined the attacking battle group. Zhao Xing's pressure immediately increased. Two miles, less than a thousand meters, seemed to have become an out of reach.

Just as the little fat man and Zhao Xing were fighting bloody battles, the Duke's Mansion suddenly sounded crisp and a shout sounded: "Kill the thief and save the prince." At the corner of the street, a war horse, and a heroic figure rushed out. Against the torch of the Duke's family, the pretty and heroic figure was in his hand, a flower gun, stretched like lightning, and rushed into the battle group.

Because of obesity, I have been sweating profusely. In fact, the little fat man who was trying his best to have the last potential cried: "Sister--"
Chapter completed!