Just seeing the distance between Ji Ling and Chocolate getting closer and closer, Xie Xin didn't have the time even if he wanted to use the Shukuchi method at this moment.
The horses on both sides were getting closer and closer, and the weapons in their hands slashed hard at each other's vital points.
"Dang!" There was a sound, and the two men passed by on the wrong horse, completing the first battle.
Then the two of them rushed forward a few steps, turned their horses' heads, and turned back to face the enemy again. In this way, the round was officially completed.
"Boy, you are quite capable of sucking milk!" Chocolate replied with a relaxed expression.
"If you can't lift the knife, just say so. There's no need to pretend that you're good at it!" Ji Ling shouted loudly.
"Hmph!" Chocolate snorted coldly, and the right hand holding the knife began to shake slightly.
When the two faced off, Chocolate had no stirrups, so he had to use one hand to control the horse. Ji Lingda, who was holding a weapon with one hand and holding a weapon with both hands, was originally at a disadvantage.
In particular, Ji Ling studied under Xie Xin for more than half a year. Not only did he receive Xie Xin's personal teachings, but he also learned the first level of "Prajna Dragon Elephant Kung Fu" and became much stronger than before.
When the two of them were fighting each other, although he was inexperienced in his first battle, with his astonishing brute force, he hit Chocolate's right hand with a knife, causing it to go numb and the tiger's mouth to crack slightly.
It's just that as a majestic barbarian, how could he be defeated in one round? Moreover, he had already discovered that although the little kid in front of him was very strong, he had almost no experience in battle formations. Judging from experience, he still had a lot of experience.
odds of winning.
"Drink!" The two men once again mobilized their horses and rushed towards each other.
Seeing that the two of them were close at hand, Zhu Guli suddenly waved the copper in his hand, drew a strange arc, and stabbed it towards Ji Ling's face.
"How dare you use your little skill to embarrass yourself?!" Ji Ling waved his hand disdainfully and swung away the copper with the big knife in his hand.
"Boy, you fell into the trap!" Chocolate smiled slightly, turned the copper in his hand, and swept the end of the wooden pole towards Ji Ling.
At this moment, Ji Ling's machete was already old. He was a little slow to return to defense, but his helmet was hit by a stick.
"Clang!" There was a sound, and the helmet was swept away.
And Ji Ling himself was struck dizzy because of that powerful blow. If it weren't for the help of stirrups, he would have been knocked off his horse at this moment.
"Oh? So there is a mechanism on the mount?! How come you, a little brat, are so good at riding!" Chocolate had turned back at this moment and looked at the stirrups hanging on the horse, he said with a smile.
"But no matter what mechanism there is, you can't change the fact that you are just a rotten little brat!" With one move, the copper in his hand hit Ji Ling's Tianling Cap.
"I've been waiting for this move from you for a long time!" Ji Ling woke up at this moment, then raised the sword in his hand with all his strength and slashed at it.
At the lightning speed of the knife, Chocolate screamed "Ah!" and was cut in half at the waist.
"Fortunately, I have practiced with your grandfather, otherwise it would have been really dangerous." Ji Ling breathed a sigh of relief.
It turned out that he was indeed a little dizzy before being hit, but his body was still strong, so he quickly recovered. The dizziness after that was just a trick to lure Chocolate into taking the bait.
"Indeed, my experience is insufficient. But don't underestimate the minds of the Han people!" Looking at Chocolate's body, Ji Ling couldn't help but feel proud before riding his horse back to the formation.
"Hunter, please leave! Let me, A Luoduo, come and meet you!" A barbarian general holding a spear rushed out of the enemy camp while Ji Ling was returning.
"Hmph! How dare you, a clown like you, come out to show off your embarrassment?!" Huang Zhong snorted coldly, then immediately loaded his bow with an arrow and shot it towards the opponent.
"Ah! The traitor is despicable..." This unexpected arrow hit Arluodo's heart. The other person snorted coldly and fell to the ground gorgeously.
"Damn Han thieves, they actually killed two of my generals in a row!" A barbarian king finally couldn't sit still.
"Brother, the other party only has about 500 people. We have more than 50,000 people, why should we fight alone with them?!" suggested a barbarian king next to him.
"What a great idea! Wait until I kill him and cut him into pieces!" When the barbarian king heard this, he also felt that it made sense.
So he immediately gave the order, and immediately thousands of barbarian soldiers followed him and killed him.
"Your Majesty, do we want to go out?!" A barbarian general came to the side of another barbarian king and asked.
"Don't worry, let's wait until they have fought for some time! The Han people are very cunning. I don't think they are really brave enough to come and challenge us with only 500 riders!" the Barbarian King said lightly.
"Indeed, I'm afraid there are a large number of ambushes ahead, waiting for us to go deeper and annihilate us in one fell swoop?!" Another barbarian king nodded in response.
"But what if there is really no trap? You know we have a bet!" the fourth Barbarian King asked in a low voice.
"So I said, I don't want to go out immediately, but I don't mean not to go out! The head of that Han general depends on God's will. Whoever gets it must obey the bet, how about it?!" The Barbarian King who spoke first turned around and said
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"That's natural!" Several people nodded at the same time.
It turns out that these barbarian kings each came from several tribes. Now they have gathered together for the great cause of anti-Han, but they have never chosen a leader.
No matter whether you follow the traditional method or follow the Han people's approach, there are always people who are not convinced.
So everyone simply made a bet, whoever can be the first to kill the Han general who came to suppress the rebellion will be everyone's leader.
Everything is just a coincidence. However, precisely because of the existence of these coincidences, the originally ineffective method of luring the enemy deeper has produced an unexpected effect.
Not long after, seeing that there was no problem ahead, other barbarian kings rushed out with their troops one after another. However, to be on the safe side, one barbarian king who did not want to compete for the position of leader stayed behind with his own barbarian soldiers and the barbarian soldiers from other tribes.
In the camp.
"The thieves have gone far!" On the hillside not far away, a troop was looking at the barbarian camp.
"It's almost time for us to take action!" a young man said with a smile.
"Yes, we should take action! It's just a pity that it rained before, otherwise if it were supplemented by fire attack, the effect would be even better!" A middle-aged man said with a smile.
After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he looked back at the team behind him. After making sure that everyone was ready, he officially announced a surprise attack on the barbarian camp.
Suddenly, five thousand elite cavalry galloped down the hillside and rushed towards the enemy camp.
"Enemy attack!" Because the target was too obvious, the barbarian sentries immediately sounded the alarm.
"Quick! Form a formation quickly to meet the enemy!" The barbarian king who stayed behind immediately made arrangements.
The barbarian soldiers quickly rushed out of the camp, hurriedly set up their formation, loaded their bows and arrows, and were ready to shoot.
"Raise the crossbow! Shoot!" Upon seeing this, the middle-aged man smiled slightly and immediately issued the military order.
The soldiers immediately took down the strung-up big yellow crossbows from behind, and then fired at the enemy.
A large number of crossbow bolts rushed towards the enemy like a flood.
These barbarian soldiers who lacked protective armor were shot one by one with almost no resistance.
"Hand crossbow! Level up the spear!" the middle-aged man gave the order, and the soldiers immediately put away the big yellow crossbow, and then took off the lances on horseback.
"Charge!" Seeing that the distance between the two sides was getting closer, the middle-aged man risked being shot by the enemy and gave the order to charge.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!!" The soldiers roared with all their strength, and then silently stared at the enemy in front.
"Shoot! Why are you still standing there?! Shoot me hard!" Seeing the enemy getting closer and closer, the Barbarian King immediately shouted in a panic at the barbarian soldiers behind him.
Only then did the barbarian soldiers react, and then they hurriedly raised their bows and fired arrows at the Han army.
Facing the scattered arrows, the cavalrymen lowered their heads one after another.
They can't stop at this moment, so what they can do now is to believe that their armor can protect themselves.
However, among these scattered arrows, a few would still hit the vital points of the cavalry, causing them to fall helplessly off their horses.
Perhaps this is not a fatal injury. In fact, the most fatal injury is the trampling from his companions.
Ten meters...five meters...
The distance became shorter and shorter, and the cavalry finally broke into the barbarian soldiers' position.
The lances penetrated one bandit army after another, and then the cavalrymen immediately drew out their lances, rode their horses backwards, accumulated momentum again, and then launched a short-distance charge towards them.
Under the attack of the cavalry, the barbarians retreated steadily. The tens of thousands of barbarians who stayed behind were unable to resist the five thousand Han cavalry!
Finally, the cavalry broke through the barbarian defenses and rushed into the enemy camp.
"Quick! Go rescue our compatriots immediately, we don't have much time left!" the middle-aged woman shouted.
"Here!" Two young figures immediately rushed to both sides with their soldiers and horses.
"Gongsun Du? Li Feng? When did they get there?!" Xie Xin, who was watching the battle, couldn't help but shed a drop of cold sweat.
These little guys who are not afraid of death actually go to the battlefield to kill the enemy without telling themselves...
Xie Xin had already decided that even if they could return safely, he would have to punish them well, otherwise he, as a teacher, would be too unrestrained.
Under the command of a middle-aged man, Huang Zhong's lieutenant, five thousand cavalry successfully opened the prison cell where the Han prisoners were held, and then led them out of the camp.
During this period, quite a few female relatives gave up their escape even when they could obviously escape. Instead, they picked up the weapons on the ground and rushed towards the barbarians.
In terms of combat effectiveness, these women, who were already on the verge of collapse, were naturally no match for those barbarians.
But at this moment, they seemed to be burning their own souls, bursting out with fighting power that exceeded human limits.
Under their leadership, their family members also picked up the weapons on the ground one after another and started killing the barbarians.
Each one of them was already weak to death, but at this moment, they were as if gods descended from heaven, fearless of death.
Perhaps, this is what is called hatred?
After some persuasion to no avail, the deputy general had no choice but to let them fight, because at this moment they had to retreat.
"Retreat!" Seeing that the smoke in the distance was getting closer and closer, the deputy general had discovered that the large barbarian troops had begun to return here.
If we don't retreat, all five thousand of our troops will be destroyed here!
Looking at the prisoners who were still fighting, the deputy general sighed helplessly, then rode away.
Li Feng and Gongsun Du originally wanted to persuade them, but when they saw a prisoner who died with a smile on his face, they seemed to understand something.
Blood is a shame and can only be washed with blood...
They may be stupid, but they are worthy of being indomitable national heroes!
Although I don't agree with their behavior, I am not qualified to object to their behavior at this moment.
Go! Retreat with their hatred!
Chapter completed!