Tang Dynasty Bandits

Chapter 41: Killing Yan Jingming with a Knife
The enemy groups were like waves crashing against the shore, one layer after another.

With a snap, the short sword in Zhu Wen's left hand was stuck in the enemy's bones and broke in half.

A dagger wasn't a divine weapon like the Great Xia Dragon Bird, so breaking was normal. Therefore, many generals would carry several weapons on the battlefield.

But Zhu Wen came out today to relax, or to conduct reconnaissance, and did not bring an extra dagger with him.

There is a piece of gold chain mail between the two layers of clothes, but it is very light and can protect against arrows, but it is not very effective in protecting against swords and knives.

Without a weapon in his left hand, he could only fight the enemy with one hand, which made him feel even more stressed.

Many of the enemies use short weapons, and they are not easy to deal with once they get close.

The attacks were too intense, so he couldn't find a chance to grab a weapon.

"The brothers under my command are among the best even on the battlefield! Zhu San, you will die today, and no one will tell anyone about this!"

As Yan Jingming said, these people made a roundabout and orderly encirclement, successfully preventing Zhu Wen from using the big trees to protect his rear. However, he still had to face sieges from all sides.

Yan Jingming laughed sinisterly and cast his gaze towards the caravan members who were trembling but not daring to flee. "You won't tell anyone about the internal fighting among our Cao army, will you?"

Everyone nodded like chicks pecking at rice.

Just now, a thin man in blue tried to escape, but Yan Jingming stabbed him in the back with a flying knife, killing him instantly. Therefore, they would not dare to leave without Yan Jingming's permission.

"It hurts so much..." Zhu Wen murmured in his heart.

He was stabbed several more times. Although they were not fatal, they seemed to be more painful than the time when he almost died at the hands of "Heavenly Sword" Song Jue and his shoulder blade was almost crushed.

Perhaps it was because Zhu Wen came out to enjoy the scenery and relax, and was not prepared for battle at the beginning.

But the pain had already aroused the murderous intent in his heart.

The Great Xia Dragon Sparrow Sword burst into a dazzling blood-red light, and the frost-white tiger in Zhu Wen's heart began to roar, with bloodshot eyes.

The desire to kill was like a waterfall pouring down from his head, instantly enveloping him.

Zhu Wen took a deep breath of the sticky smell of blood in the air, licked the corner of his mouth, and then left the battle to his own intuition.

In a brawl between the martial arts world, what is more important than calculation is speed, accuracy, ruthlessness, and an unstoppable murderous spirit.

Fortunately, Zhu Wen had plenty of such experience.

His body became faster and faster, and his fighting style became more and more ferocious. He almost gave up on protecting himself and focused on attacking, with every move being deadly.

The pain in his body had transformed into a shuddering pleasure. A soul-tearing pleasure surged straight into his head, making him want to kill every enemy in front of him.

If a pack of wolves can kill a lion, it must be because the lion itself is timid.

Therefore, Zhu Wen adopted a strategy of exchanging injuries for injuries, which allowed him to better utilize the advantage of the longer size of the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow Sword.

The enemy's weapons were rarely fatal when they struck him, but he would roar and sweep his sword, often slicing off half the back of the head, chopping off the head, or directly slicing into the enemy's chest.

There were also minions whose hands and feet were chopped off, falling to the ground and crying for their parents.

The enemy soldiers in front of us are gradually becoming fewer.

Zhu Wen knew that this relentless, instinctive, and brutal fighting style relied heavily on the power of his precious sword. If he had only wielded an ordinary long sword, its blade would have been bent by now, rendering him ineffective.

However, magical weapons, like a knight's good horse, are also part of strength.

After a fierce battle, Yan Jingming suddenly realized that only half of his brothers were still standing.

Zhu Wen relied on his footwork to move quickly, and often he was able to avoid contact with Yan Jingming, the strongest opponent. After each sword clash with Zhu Wen, Yan Jingming would often retreat to the back of the team to fight back.

Ignore physical energy consumption and fight fast, which can reduce the number of enemies directly besieging you.

Even though he was driven by a bloodthirsty will and let his instincts guide him to fight, Zhu Wen's fighting style was by no means reckless.

This is because the experience of life and death battles has been engraved into his bones.

"Brother Yan, we have lost a lot of brothers. Look at this..." Finally, one of Yan Jingming's subordinates spoke in a trembling voice.

"Even if Zhu San tells this to others, Alliance Leader Wang won't do anything to us." Another follower echoed, saying that there was no need to kill Zhu Wen to silence him.

Although there were occasionally a few unlucky guys in the Cao army who were ordered by Wang Xianzhi to be beheaded in public or beaten with dozens of military sticks for rape and murder to enforce military discipline; most of the people who did so did not suffer any consequences.

Because this kind of thing is not uncommon in any uprising army in history.

What's more, Yan Jingming was one of Wang Xianzhi's more favored outer disciples.

Yan Jingming finally panicked.

"We can't leave this kid alive!"

He shouted loudly, but couldn't think of a reason for a moment.

"He won't let us go... He'll kill us all!" Yan Jingming continued, his words making no sense. But the minions knew that Zhu Wen had been stabbed so many times that it would be difficult to let things go peacefully. However, the one who truly bore the responsibility was Yan Jingming, the leader.

If they really wanted to run, how could Zhu Wen, who had already lost a lot of blood, catch up with them?

Then some people started running away.

"Don't run away, I'll kill you when we get back!"

Yan Jingming shouted wildly, raised his long sword, and slashed at Zhu Wen with the force of splitting Mount Hua.

But Zhu Wen, whose body was covered in blood and whose fighting style became more and more crazy, had already given him great shock.

With such terrifying endurance and resilience, this kid is no longer a human being. He is simply a Shura from hell.

With a clang and a tiger roar from Zhu Wen's mouth, the long sword in Yan Jingming's hand was chopped by Zhu Wen in the middle of the blade. With a force, the sword broke on the spot and flew away.

In fact, they are all made of steel. Even if a precious sword cuts ordinary iron, it is impossible to "cut iron like mud" as described in the legend.

However, the direction of force is directed towards the fragile part of the blade structure, which can produce a multiplier effect, just like splitting bamboo against the bamboo's grain.

Yan Jingming was so timid that when he tried to draw the spare knife from his waist to fight back, it got stuck in the sheath and he couldn't pull it out.

"Mr. Zhu, we can discuss this..." Yan Jingming staggered backwards.

Zhu Wen wiped the blood off his face and swooped down on Yan Jingming like an angry falcon.

"Come and save me, what am I feeding you for!" Seeing that Zhu Wen's murderous aura was increasing instead of decreasing, Yan Jingming could only flee while calling out to his followers.

However, nearly half of them had been killed or wounded by Zhu Wen before, which made these desperate criminals feel terrified and they really didn't want to fight any further.

Brotherhood is not as important as your own brain.

Zhu Wen moved as fast as lightning and was about to catch up.

Yan Jingming gritted his teeth, steeled his resolve, and with a loud "huh!" he finally drew out his spare knife from his waist, which slashed towards Zhu Wen's neck like a flying snake.

But Zhu Wen's body shifted, accelerating, and his shoulder collided with Yan Jingming's chin, causing his upper and lower jaws to collide violently. Then, a bloody front tooth shot out of Yan Jingming's mouth and embedded itself in the moist, bloody soil.

From this we can see that Chen Liqing had been beaten and slapped by Zhu Wen at least a dozen times, but not a single tooth fell out. She was really thick-skinned.

Zhu Wen's Dragon Sparrow Sword pierced Yan Jingming's right chest, passed through his lungs, and came out from Yan Jingming's back.

"Let me go, let me go. I can give you everything. That beautiful demon child, the women in the caravan, and everything on me, all are yours..."

Facing the threat of death, Yan Jingming has begun to speak without thinking.

Zhu Wen's reaction was to directly snatch the knife from his right hand, throw it on the ground, and then strangle Yan Jingming's neck.

Zhu Wen yanked out the Dragon Sparrow Sword, and with blood splattering, he swung it back and chopped off the head of one of Yan Jingming's loyal followers who had the audacity to try to attack him from behind.

Most of the minions had already disappeared like rabbits at this time.

"We are all members of the Grass Army, we are one family. I was confused for a moment, and I will definitely call Zhu Langjun my big brother from now on... Don't kill me, I will definitely be useful and will definitely serve you well."

Yan Jingming was lifted up by Zhu Wen's neck, still gasping for breath, and spoke with difficulty: "The people we killed had nothing to do with Brother Zhu, right? ... I will definitely change my ways and never do such things again."

Zhu Wen threw Yan Jingming to the ground and stepped on his face: "Who the hell cares if you change your ways? I don't want to get involved in such trivial matters."

These words gave Yan Jingming hope of life again, but his mouth was stepped on by Zhu Wen, so he could not make a sound and could only utter a few vague mumbles.

"You filthy slave! This is the first time I've been so badly injured! I'm afraid it'll take me days to recover." Zhu Wen roared, his voice piercing his ears. "I was just riding out to relax, and I got dragged into this mess. You won't survive, and even Alliance Leader Wang can't save you!"

If those minions had still mustered up the courage to continue the siege with all their might after nearly half of them had been killed or injured, Zhu Wen's life would probably be in danger now.

Yan Jingming found that Zhu Wen's feet had finally left his lips, leaving a large pool of mud mixed with blood on his mouth, and the bloody smell penetrated into his neck.

He opened and closed his swollen lips, trying to grasp the last chance of life: "Yes... yes... I will never dare to cause trouble for Master Zhu again..."

Before he finished speaking, a crimson blade flashed down, and a curtain of blood shot up into the sky. Yan Jingming's head and body were torn apart, his eyes wide open, and an expression of disbelief on his face.

Zhu Wen cast his still unusually cold gaze at the caravan members: "You weaklings over there, can someone bring some cloth over here to stop the bleeding for me?"

The caravan members who witnessed the fight were all stunned by the bloody scene. When they heard Zhu Wen's words, they came back to their senses in horror. Several women came over with cloths and showed extremely flattering expressions to bandage his wound to stop the bleeding.

"If it weren't for this gentleman's righteous help, we would really be... I really owe you a great favor today!" A woman in her early thirties, who still had charm, tried to press her plump breasts against Zhu Wen's back.

"I'm not that dead ghost. I won't fall for it!" Zhu Wen pushed her away and kicked Yan Jingming's headless body.

The sword wounds all over his body began to hurt so much that he almost grimaced. However, this would undoubtedly affect his dignity, so he could only grit his teeth and bear it.

He took a breath and cast his gaze on the handsome young man in Confucian clothes with a childish face.

"Hey, why aren't you talking? You're not deaf. I saved you, but you don't even say a word of thanks."

(End of this chapter)