Chapter 13

The three village masters had been waiting for a long time, and then they got the eldest brother to speak. They suddenly stood up and howled, "My sons, I'm going down the mountain to make a fortune." He immediately carried a long-handed sweeping knife in his hand, leading hundreds of minions to follow the terrain, and rushed down with strange screams, with a rainbow of momentum.

Seeing that he rushed over, the united soldiers in front of him were still gathering slowly as if they were silly. The head of the three villages was secretly happy, and his whole body strength increased by three points. Who knew that his mouth was about to laugh wildly had just cracked two points, and suddenly felt a stinging pain under his feet. His right foot was not relieved, and his left foot rose again, and there was a scream behind him falling to the ground.

After enduring the huge pain in his heart, the three camp masters looked down and saw a black iron made of black iron on each of their feet. After years of entanglement with the official army, he naturally knew that the three-pyramid-shaped caltrops with small rings could be linked together. It was a wonderful magic weapon for the infantrymen of the Tang Dynasty to deal with cavalry. Whenever they were marching, they were chased by cavalry but could not set up deer firewood. When they refused to block the horse, they spread this thing everywhere, thinking that it would delay the enemy's cavalry and have extraordinary magical effects. But they never thought that today, this group of idiot soldiers would use the illusion of rolling and playing, using the green grass as a cover, causing himself to suffer a great loss. For a moment, they were angry and screamed in anger.

The people on his side were overturned, but the official army took advantage of this opportunity, with hand crossbows near and bows and arrows from far away, and came densely. The bandits rushed to the mountains just now. When they found something wrong, the ten-stop men had already been released and seven times were shot by the rain of arrows, and there was still life there. Poor Tianwang Village was sure to get the first blow, and only a hundred and ten minions were able to escape and fled back in a panic.

"There are no weak soldiers under the command of the strong general, and the good soldiers led by the Wang Junfu." Seeing such a dense rain of arrows, his orders were implemented. The three camp masters who were lying on the ground only hit two arrows on their shoulders and buttocks, and still cursed loudly. Cui Po praised repeatedly.

"If you don't leave 'bait', won't the fish behind be disconnected?" Wang Junfu, in a good mood, said with a slight interest when he heard this.

"If we send the order, our army will hold on with crossbows accordingly. If it were not for the formation to be broken, we would never fight with the enemy. Just hold them firmly." After the military order was issued, Cui Po, who was riding on the horse, could not hold back the soldiers in the whirlwind cavalry, could not hold back the blood, and gradually rush forward with a knife. Then he continued to say to the commander: "Tell me brothers that this group of bandits in the mountains and fields is less than one of ours, and everyone cherishes themselves and drinks the wine of celebration.

The military order was introduced into the formation, which immediately attracted the soldiers to laugh, and some even shouted loudly: "Wang Laowu, come back quickly. The lord said that those who rushed forward to chop over this bandit are not considered heroes, but those who were injured are cowards. Don't be a coward accidentally, hahahaha!"

Seeing that the Unity Soldier who had fled in panic before, he dared to laugh so unrestrainedly, the Great Village Master was angry and glanced at the Second Village Master and shouted: "You group of useless wastes, cut down the mountain vines and trees for me, make some simple shields, and cut down these miscellaneous groups of people down the mountain."

Although the second village leader who secretly cursed himself for being confused, he could only suppress his uneasiness when he saw his elder brother so angry, and desperately urged his subordinates to speed up the shield. At a moment, hundreds of clumsy log shields were driven out. The minions either held them alone or raised them together. Under the leadership of the two village leaders, they rushed down the mountain. After going down the mountain, the shield was in front, swept away the caltrops with their feet against the ground, and slowly advanced into the formation.

"The command of the battle is the best of Wang Junfu. Start immediately, the war will be under your command." Seeing that the bandits are getting closer, Cui Po ordered decisively.

"The first and second brigades shrink to the inside, collect the crossbow, open the bow, and scatter the target in front of it; the third, fourth and fifth brigades deploy the three mountains and heaven and earth formations from the three sides of the periphery, obey my orders, collect the crossbow, and start the Peng Pai." The Wang Junfu was not pretentious at all, and immediately issued a series of orders after receiving the order.

With his majestic voice, two hundred whirlwind knight soldiers formed a small formation facing three sides, hung up their arms and opened their crossbows, and took the yellow birch bows on their backs, and shot out the Mingling flying arrows dedicated to the cavalry. For a moment, a sensational scream suddenly sounded on the green grassland. On the outside, three hundred soldiers formed formations to guard the three sides, put away the crossbow bows, and raised the lightweight Pengpai (shield) made of leather, covering the vital points of the chest and abdomen, blocking all the sparse feather arrows shot out by the bandits.

"The second brigade in the inner world, collect bows and change crossbows, and the third brigade in the outer world, raise guns." Seeing that the bandits were forcibly advancing despite the casualties, their arrows were no longer close, the Wang Junfu decisively changed the formation. With his order, three hundred single-hook guns flashing with cold light were raised up to welcome the bandits who were approaching.

This short distance of 200 meters is so long for the bandits, and it seems that they can't finish it in their lifetime. They cannot charge quickly, but can only rely on the simple shield to cover the dense bows and arrows. The screams of falling to the ground are endless. Half of the journey have just passed, nearly 200 bandits have lost their combat power.

They rushed over the range of the long arrows. Before they could breathe, the short steel crossbow arrows were already hit by the arrow. The crossbow was fired with a crossbow with a hand-spring. Once it was shot, it would definitely be three points into the bone. Nearly a hundred unjust souls were left behind at this hundred steps.

"Brother, retreat! Listen to the sound of the arrows, look at the crossbow and the armor, Peng Pai, it is definitely not something that united soldiers can have. Brother, we have been fooled!" The second village leader, who had seen the situation was wrong, shouted anxiously and saw that the situation was wrong.

"Bang!" With a crisp sound, the angry leader of the village slapped him and shouted: "Retreat, how to retreat! So many brothers have died before rushing in, retreat, and let the brothers retreat with the rain of arrows. Do you think that the dead are not enough? Dare to say that retreating will disrupt the morale of the army, I have chopped you down?" As soon as the sound was finished, the leader of the village suddenly pulled up the wide-blade sword inserted on the grass, rushed forward, and shouted loudly: "Brothers, retreating is also a death. Only with the current plan, will you have a way out. Everyone rushes with me."

The bandits who wade through the caltrops and resisted long arrows and short crossbows saw the dense single-hook spear heads that were suddenly raised in front of them. A feeling of powerlessness arose. They felt that no matter how they rushed, they could not touch the enemy at all. However, their partners around them fell one after another, and the road seemed to have no end.

On the verge of collapse of the army, the Great Village Master's shout and his mad tiger were shocked by the bandits. Seeing that the Great Village Master relied on his good sword skills, he rushed to the front with his left and right, and in just a moment, the bandits in the Heavenly King Village shouted happily, and their frustration turned into a brave bravery that was defeated by the death. He screamed and cursed, and his eyes widened and blood-red, pounced on the cold light in front of him. At this moment, the Heavenly King Village finally relied on the advantage of four times the enemy and the strength of the "Heavenly King" to exchange for a close-knit opportunity to fight.

The most tragic hand-to-hand combat has begun

The leader of the village took the lead, suddenly waved the thirty-two kilograms of ring-headed knife in his hand, swept away the spear in front of him, and then smashed heavily at Peng Pai who was standing upright. "Puff!" The three soldiers holding the shield could not withstand this natural divine power, and vomited blood and fell to the ground. A small gap was revealed in the Three Mountains Heaven and Earth Formation.

Before the soldiers behind rushed forward to fill the gap, the leader of the village had already followed quickly. With a long sword, the two soldiers in the formation with arms and crossbows were separated, and a strong bunch of blood spurted out from their standing bodies, covering his whole body.

"Have fun! Hurry up!" The leader of the village whistled to the sky, then wiped the blood on his face with his hands, and continued to slash the knife with a more ferocious look.

Since he had entered the formation, in order to avoid accidentally injuring his army, the official army's crossbow arrows were hard to fire. Without this concern, the leader of the village became more and more brave. He entered the formation for seven steps and slashed the seven people who were blocking the formation. The minions behind him also took the opportunity to enter one after another. The space inside the formation was small, and it was difficult for many whirlwind cavalry soldiers to draw their swords, and they could not help but suffer heavy casualties. For a moment, the situation reversed.

"I am here, I will never retreat." Cui Po, standing behind the formation, shouted to his senior brother and Wang Junfu who were dissuading him to retreat. For the first time, facing such a fierce fight, Cui Po's shock and fear were screamed at this time, and his anger turned into a boiling blood. If the person beside him had not forced him to hold it down, his eyes would have been red.

"No step back." Seeing the soldiers under his command fall to the ground one after another, Wang Junfu, who was heartbroken, shouted hoarsely, and was about to pounce on his body, but was pulled by someone. He just heard a sentence in his ear: "Protect my junior brother," and saw a strong figure rushing away. A thunderous voice sounded throughout the fight: "Don't be crazy, see Daoist come and meet you." The audience was solemn.

While the quiet wind was running wildly, the "Ten Power True Art" that had been practicing hard for more than ten years was adjusted. He snatched a long sword, knocked away the soldiers blocking the road in front of him, and slashed at the heavy sword that was slashing towards the leader of the village.

There was a violent "bang" sound, the knife broke, the person retreated, the knife grabbed, and then slashed again.

Between the flint, the long sword was broken three times, and Jingfeng retreated three times. After the fourth sword sounded violently, although the blade was covered with cracks, it was intact. After Jingfeng laughed, he abandoned the sword and snatched it again. As his body turned, he swung the shadow of the full moon sword and chopped it away at the Heavenly King with great force.

"Kang!" With a crisp sound, the two swords were stalked, and Jingfeng threw away the unscathed sword in his hand, leaving a sentence: "This is also a man, don't waste his body." He even walked back to the turning array without looking at it.

At this moment, there was a silence of falling needles on the entire green grassland. Countless eyes focused on the straight and upright king, as long as an instant. After the purple-red face spit out a mouthful of blood, Zhang Cheng fell down to the sky with a big word, and there were still a bit of hard lumps in the black blood on the ground.

"The King of Heaven!" Countless crys of grief sounded from the field. The next moment, the bandits rushed towards the officials beside them as if they were crazy. The tragic fighting sounded paused for a moment and then rang again.

Although the bandits suffered heavy casualties, the number of people was still the best. In addition, the heroic death of the Heavenly King invaded their determination to die. The Tornado could only rely on skillful cooperation to support it. After the war gained the upper hand after the interaction between the two sides, it entered the most tragic stalemate. Constant screams, people fell to the ground, and constant gushing blood sprayed out. At this time, the bank of the Fen River behind Cui Po was already blood-red, attracting countless swimming fish. While tasting this rare delicacy, the shrimp and crabs watched the fierce battle on the shore that they would never understand.

It was not until the sound of thunder came from afar that the deadlock in the battlefield was broken. The whirlwind knight soldiers heard the familiar cavalry impact again. They knew that reinforcements had arrived and immediately cheered and added three more courage. The heroes of the Tianwang Village looked at the Yuelu Valley where the sound came from.

The naughty sunset painted the first cavalry-style tiger-toothed sword that appeared in the valley with its favorite golden color. Then, he did not hesitate to spread its golden brilliance to the iron jungle that followed. Five hundred majestic war horses, five hundred fierce warriors, and five hundred magnificent swords rushed out of the narrow valley. At their feet were gentle green grass, carrying the golden sunset on their shoulders, responding to the Fen River that had flowed for thousands of years. At this moment, the whole picture had an amazing magnificence.

"Athletics need fast horses, fast horses need strong horses. The fish swipe under the dust, and then determine the male and female." Looking at the scene in front of you, Cui Po murmured like a dream, "Athletics need fast horses, long swords, battlefield, maybe this is the eternal love and destination of a heroic man.

The subsequent battle situation was one-sided massacre. The momentary blood and courage were defeated by five hundred swords that harvested death. Under the intentional drive of the official army, the remaining defeated soldiers rushed to their last refuge without any surprise.

That night, when the deep night fell, a blazing fire lights appeared in the three places outside Jinzhou City at the same time. The three local Tu tribes of Ke, Luo and Wang also passed by the wind with the blue smoke on the surging fire.

Until he got the thick account book that recorded the records of the three major Tu tribes and Tianwang Village, Cui Po showed a satisfied smile and said to General Li around him: "This time, I have to pay more time for the general and all brothers. You can take 70% of the wealth of these three families, so you can share a share with your brothers. Especially the brothers who died in battle, you must give them an explanation to their families and future generations. As for the food, grass and other things, it will solve the urgent needs of our state army. What do you think?"

"I didn't see that these three families are so stocky. It seems that they don't do anything good on weekdays." General Li looked at the various silver ingots, copper coins and cloth piled up in front of him and sighed. He heard what Cui Po said, and laughed and said, "Mr. Cui is ready to do it like this. We fangs always follow Lord Jieshuai on weekdays. Although the money and food are a little more, it is limited after all. It is rare to have an explanation. Otherwise, this soldier will be really hard to take in the future!"

It was clear that the whirlwind Knight soldier who received the reward was full of energy and transported nearly a hundred trucks of food and grass back to the military camp overnight. He just felt that it was worth the trip to Jinzhou this time, and the lord joined the army was so cute.
Chapter completed!