Early the next morning, Wumalu led his heavy cavalry towards Yunpan Mountain.

If they were on the vast plains, the heavy cavalry would naturally be invincible. Unfortunately, the mountain road in Yunpan Mountain was rugged, and it was not easy for them to hike up the mountain, not to mention that the armor weighed more than ten kilograms.

Mr. Xing, the clerk of Wumalu, originally planned to encircle but not suppress them, and let the army block all the mountain roads at the foot of the mountain, starving these ruthless bandits to death.

But little did he know that the other side had experts who could make a surprise attack in the middle of the night and burn down most of Junzhou's grain and grass business. Now both sides would go hungry.

Wumaru's previous statement that he was a good ranger was not a lie. He actually had a "chivalrous" spirit in his character.

"Mr. Song, this is a statement of war." The guard from last night rode over and presented a piece of sheepskin with ink writing on it.

Song Qingshu took over the challenge, and things went according to plan. Under Chen Zhizhou's push, Wumalu, who was already martial, agreed to the "fair duel" suggestion. He planned to fight Baima, the bandit leader of Danjiang Thirty-sixth Village

If they come to the stronghold for a fight, they will retreat if the opponent wins. On the contrary, the leaders of these rebels will take the initiative to go down the mountain and capture them without mercy.

The reason why Song Qingshu and his party were chosen to send the letter of challenge was that as Wudang disciples, they had a relatively neutral stance. And these bandits did not dare to attack Wudang disciples easily.

"There is no need for everyone to go together, we can just send two of them." Chen Yuanjie suggested.

He could also see the attitude of the Junzhou officers and soldiers. They regarded Song Qingshu as the core of the seven people and informed him of everything in advance. This made him feel very unhappy.

When he said this, Song Qingshu happily agreed, "Senior Brother Chen has excellent martial arts skills, why not take a hard trip!"

He thinks you want to be in the limelight, so he lets you go!

Chen Yuanjie snorted, thinking that Song Qingshu was greedy for life and afraid of death, so he would go and let everyone see that he was the most courageous and capable leader.

So, he took Feng Zhengtao and the two of them to Yunpan Mountain. Although there were many green forest heroes in Yunpan Mountain, they were still no match for the two of them. Within an hour, they came back with the letter.

"Then Baima Village agreed so easily, I'm afraid there's some fraud." Manager Xing said worriedly.

Wumalu waved his hand and said boldly: "These rebels are better than the heroes of the green forest. This is their only choice. Even if they have some tricks, what can they do in front of my heavy cavalry?"

It turned out that the competition point set by Wumalu was Baima Terrace at the foot of Yunpan Mountain. It was a highland near the Han River. The terrain was relatively open and the heavy cavalry could also position themselves.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

The heavy cavalry of Junzhou sounded the golden drums and the smoke rose from the camp, which was the agreed signal. Wu Malu led hundreds of cavalry to set up a formation on the white horse platform, and soon he saw a group of people swooping down from the mountain on horseback.

"They really arrived as promised, sir, why don't you take the opportunity -" Mr. Xing made a gesture on his neck with his hand, meaning to take the opportunity to catch all these leaders.

Wumalu shook his hand, "The horses of this group of bandits are all of mixed colors and of different heights. It can be seen that they are just a mob. One or two of them are good players but they are talented people. Wouldn't it be better if we could capture them in a trap?"

It turned out that Wumalu wanted to be included. If they were really a group of unskilled bandits, they would have been wiped out. But last night he saw the monk who came to assassinate him, and he wanted to see the people of Baima Village.

ability.

"The general is using this Baima Village to attack. If we can really defeat it, it will be great. If..."

"Huh?" Wumalu waved his hand with a displeased look on his face, signaling Manager Xing not to say any more.

Manager Xing always felt that something was fishy, ​​but since Wumalu insisted on going his own way, he could only sigh in vain.

Hope nothing goes wrong!

Song Qingshu carefully observed the people coming, and he saw that the group of more than ten people were all skilled and fierce, and they were all martial arts practitioners.

There were three people at the head, one holding a hammer, one carrying a pair of knives, and the last one holding a spear.

When Wu Malu saw the man with the gun, he also rode his horse to the front of the formation. The two sides looked at each other dozens of meters apart.

"Are you the dog officer of Junzhou City?" The man holding a spear has a leopard's head, ringed eyes, a swallow's jaw and a tiger's beard.

"Hahaha, this general is Daruhua Chi Wumaru from Junzhou." When someone pointed at his nose and insulted him, Wumaru didn't get angry but smiled instead.

The man with the spear stopped calling him Dog Officer, and rushed forward to tell his name: "I am Fu Youde, the second master of Baima Village. It is rare for a Tatar like you to speak Chinese. I have brought all the brothers here.

, how do we have a fight?"

Wumalu clapped his hands, and a strong Meng general emerged from the formation.

"Let's win three out of five games. No matter we win or lose, I won't hold anyone else accountable to you in Baima Village." Wumalu said, patting his chest.

Fu Youde said "good" and rode forward to be a vanguard.

The Meng general was not an easy person. The two men immediately saw their moves. One used a spear and the other used a horse. They fought back and forth with nearly a hundred lilies. Only in the last move, Fu Youde won with one shot and defeated the Meng general.

He stabbed the horse off, but kept his hand, not daring to hurt his life.

"Good marksmanship!" Wumaru clapped his hands, drew his sword and rode out in person.

The man sent by Baima Village is the one with the hammer, his name is "Ni Wenjun", and he is the third leader of Baima Village.

"It turns out to be from the Shaolin system." Song Qingshu was waiting to watch the fight. Within ten moves, he saw Ni Wenjun's method. It turned out to be Shaolin Kung Fu.

"I didn't expect Shaolin to be involved." Song Qingshu looked around, but he was looking for someone who looked like his Wudang disciple.

It's just that if the other party doesn't take action, it may be difficult to tell.

Ni Wenjun's hammer is heavy and powerful, but its disadvantage is that it is not flexible enough. Wumalu has always been good at horseback riding, and his upper body is as flexible as if he were on a horse. He can dodge his attacks with a slight movement.

His long knife is also a blunt weapon, but it can actually be used head-on with a heavy hammer.

"You lost this round!" Wumalu shouted, holding the knife with both hands, jumping up from the horse in a strange posture, and slashed hard at Ni Wenjun with the long knife.

Ni Wenjun raised his hammer to resist, but was shaken off by a huge force. Wumalu put away his knife in time and knocked him off his horse with one punch.

These two rounds of competition ended at the last minute, which was almost impossible when Song Qingshu thought about it at first. Where in the world can there be such a "harmonious" battle between officials and bandits? Not even a drop of blood was seen?

When he was sighing, suddenly, a sound broke through the air. Wumalu's smile froze on his face. When he lowered his head, he saw an arrow stuck in his chest.

"Kill!" The cry of killing suddenly sounded from all sides, and a group of thieves wrapped in red turbans came from all directions of Baima Terrace to kill.

Fu Youde and a dozen others had already charged into the battle with weapons.

"It's really a scam!" Manager Xing said with a sad look on his face, and looked at Wumalu again. If he died here, his whole family would also die.

But he didn't expect that Wumalu would not be afraid to laugh back, and actually reached out and pulled out the arrow, "I knew you might jump over the wall in a hurry, but I overestimated your strength."

It turned out that he had already worn soft armor, and the arrow just left only some superficial wounds.

"There are masters too!"

The person who shot that arrow must be a master, otherwise it would be impossible to shoot through armor and soft armor. I just don’t know if it was the monk last night.

Wumalu shouted in Mongolian: "My sons, follow me and kill the enemy!"

The Mongolian heavy cavalry under his command was one of the few Yuan troops still capable of fighting. When the hundreds of heavy cavalry heard the sound, they sounded their horns and came to cover them from all directions.

The originally peaceful Baima Terrace suddenly turned into chaos, with sounds of fighting and fighting intertwined, and blood spilling everywhere, but most of it was left by the red-turbaned bandits.

Their weapons and equipment are not as good as these sophisticated heavy cavalry, so how can they be their opponents?

"Dog officer, come and accept your fate!"

Accompanied by a loud shout, a gray shadow flew out of the forest. It turned out to be the gray-robed monk from last night.

Wumalu did not panic, and shouted, "Master, please take action again!"

As soon as he said this, a monk in yellow clothes also flew out of the Yuanren camp.

"There was no winner last night, but you can have a good fight today!" Wumalu thought to himself.

This yellow-robed monk had an extraordinary status, and his appearance in Junzhou was something he had not expected. But it was precisely because this master was in charge that Wumalu dared to "lead the wolf into the house."

"It's rare to see a duel between two masters!"

Wumalu is indeed a martial arts fanatic. At this time, the field is already full of fighting, but he still has the heart to watch the fight between the two masters.

Suddenly, another person threw away the surrounding Yuan troops and rushed straight towards Wumalu.

Five heavy cavalry rushed towards them, but they were all knocked down by him with a single sword. The sword was not a magic weapon, but he relied on the blessing of internal strength to pierce the armor of the heavy cavalry.

But this man was smarter than the monk. He only focused on fighting without shouting loudly. He killed one person in ten steps and was close to Wumalu's body in a moment.

He was about to stab him with his sword, but he asked five people to work together to stop him.
Chapter completed!