When Li Zisheng got up in a hurry and looked forward, the situation in the field had changed drastically.

The explosion in the battlefield was in a mess. Several large pits on the ground exposed the black ground, which looked so ugly against the snow. The charge squadron and the old men had either turned into dust and drifted in the air, or like the head, they could not see the original shape and belonging of the flesh and blood that was scattered from the air with snow.

The dead are gone, but the living are still struggling to survive in this world. Just when the Tie Family Cavalry Team was in chaos, the rice thieves were divided into several teams and rushed directly to the two teams on the left and right sides of the battlefield. These two ten-person teams are closer to the explosion site and feel more powerful, so they are even more unbearable.

The horses were almost all soft to the ground, some soldiers were pressed under the horses, some stood staggeringly like drunkenness, and some simply fell to the ground and couldn't stand up.

Seeing those refugees rushing forward with vicious viciousness, these elite soldiers who are usually arrogant and powerful cannot make any effective reactions, and they are easily swallowed up by a crowd of old and weak people who can blow down the wind.

At this time, the most elite and majestic team of young men, led by Lao Peng, held high weapons and shouted loudly, directly passing through the "battlefield" and rushed towards the formation where the Li family father and son were.

"Form a formation! Hurry up and form a formation! You idiots, I'll tell you to dismount the formation!"

The thirteenth young master of Tie Qianzhuang, who was just now, was extremely angry at this time.

He finally got rid of the stirrups that were entangled in his feet, turned over and stood up on his own. When he saw the current situation, he realized what was going on, and he was in a dark place. The Tie Family Shisanlang, who had always cherished his life and loved to enjoy life the most, even the idea of ​​drawing his sword and committing suicide was so small.

He had no time to regret not taking the safest tactic, which was to shoot long-range shots with bows and arrows, and wait for the enemy to collapse on its own before following and chasing. Of course, if someone advised him like this when launching an attack, it would only bring a scattered reprimand.

There was just a group of refugees in front of me! I didn’t have armor and cut wood to make a mixed bag of soldiers and old people! Where did I come from so careful?

Moreover, such tactics insurance is insurance, but the sun is already westward at this moment, and the winter day is short. If the war is dragged to the night and the refugees are dispersed and cannot be captured in total, wouldn’t it make people laugh this time?

In fact, he didn't know that even if this was the case, the other party had a way to deal with it, that is, most people would run away and then arrange these old people who voluntarily wanted to die behind the team. This situation would only make him think that the other party had disintegrated and just rush to chase him.

Tie Qianzhuang only knew that the three ten-man teams sent out in front had been wiped out. Fortunately, he left two reserve teams... These reserve teams were competing with their horses. Fortunately, he was so excited that he might as well lead the team up and be bombed to death.

But the evil man who I thought was able to capture was very easy, was handsome with about a hundred people coming to encircle him. Such an absurd situation... Wait, don't you want to capsize in the gutter and die here!

Thinking of the Tie Qianzhuang here, he began to restore Qingming Festival, and began to shout loudly to direct his men to form a formation to protect themselves. After all, I didn’t come alone today...

Although Li Zisheng was young, his reaction was not slow. As soon as he saw his father lying on the ground, he jumped out of the carriage. The people in the field were in chaos, and the boy could only roll and crawl to his father.

He tried his best to raise his father who was so confused that he fell, but did not escape directly, nor did he hide to the side of the road. Instead, he ran back towards the carriage with Li Zhaochang, who was unknown to the southeast, west and north.

While the war was in chaos, I heard a woman's sneer from the carriage, and then the female voice with eight points of anger and two points of disdain said: "It's just a bunch of waste! Lao Thirteen, is this the good soldier you have brought?"

Then the car door opened, and a red figure rushed out of the car, and when he passed by the father and son who were struggling toward the carriage, he also brought a gust of fragrant wind and a soft word:

"This kid is good!"

Li Zisheng is indeed a smart child who is good at observing the surroundings. He felt unusual as soon as he got on the carriage. It was not because the carriage was decorated with luxurious and forced to pull the carriage.

But the black man who drove the car was very skillful in martial arts. Li Zisheng could not tell how high the martial arts of the coachman was because of his limited knowledge. He only knew that he must be a little higher than his father. He was definitely not an ordinary master.

Secondly, the car was a bit strangely stable. The boy didn't know the concept of "shock suspension system". However, a carriage that did not seem to have special devices ran so smoothly on the frost-covered mud road. Li Zisheng probably thought that some kind of talisman was carved under the carriage and was playing a role. It was unusual for people who could use magic circles on the carriage to think about it.

Finally, the "Uncle" of Tie Qianzhuang seemed to be jealous of the characters in the carriage. The young man would subconsciously lower his voice when he saw that the whistling iron master walked to the carriage, and it was obvious that these elite cavalrymen marched and arranged their formations with the carriage as the center.

Of course, his old father could see the clues at a glance, but unfortunately he was so dizzy that he was unable to take care of himself.

Therefore, when Li Zisheng encountered danger, he did not think about pulling his father to escape with him, but instead stumbled to the side of the carriage.

The facts were indeed as he expected.

The red figure was like a ghost and charming, and in the blink of an eye, she arrived in front of the formation. When she stood firm, Li Zisheng looked at it and saw a young woman with a flower letter with cloudy hair and golden steps, curved skirt with wide sleeves and a whole piece of fire fox fur as a shawl for keeping the cold. She really had an indescribable grace and luxury.

But the woman's eyebrows are now standing up, her eyes are evil, and her forehead is leaping, destroying her grace and luxury.

When Tie Qianzhuang saw the woman, he suddenly became half short, and his waist suddenly collapsed. He stepped forward and said embarrassedly: "Sister, it's useless for me, I'm disturbing you."

The third sister waved her sleeves and snorted coldly, but did not answer, just calmly observing the situation on the field.

Noting that she was not only in her own position, although the Mi thief leader Peng Modao was in command of his troops to fight, he was still paying attention to the situation of all parties. When he saw the appearance of this noble lady, he felt a sudden heart, grabbed a subordinate and said to him sadly: "Speak to Si Niang, you can start."

The man nodded and ran to the back.

At this time, less than twenty remaining Tie Family cavalry had already changed their positions to heavy infantry, and hurriedly formed a formation and fought with the refugees who came to counterattack.

After all, they were strong soldiers. As cavalrymen, they were still tidy and unconfused after getting off the horse. In this chaotic form, they did not rush up like the other party, but instead set up two rows of horizontal formations at the hem of the commander of the commander. They all held various soldiers in their hands and pointed straight ahead, as if they were a hedgehog with poisonous stings all over their body, which made the enemy unable to swallow or swallow.

But the enemies they faced were far more crazy than they thought. The young and strong rice thief who came over were so chaotic that he didn't even have a basic formation. He didn't stop adjusting the formation when he came to the hedgehog formation, without even a trace of hesitation and delaying. The person in front directly hit him!

The soldiers' guns, spears, halberds and spears were easily pierced through their bodies, but they could not stop the momentum of these fierce enemies. In the blink of an eye, they were trapped in a fierce battle.

If the number of Tie family soldiers is a little larger, more horizontal teams can be arranged to absorb the enemy's impact, or the response time can be longer, so that they can shoot several rounds with bows and arrows first, then even at present, the active attack of these refugees is actually a death.

Unfortunately, if it is just if.

Even in a world where personal force values ​​are not much different, it is basic to use well-trained soldiers to fight civilians with one or ten, and it is only normal to defeat a team of tens of thousands of refugees. Moreover, this is a world of high demons and high martial arts with extremely different force. The difference in the number of people between the two sides is not that exaggerated. In the current situation, about twenty soldiers are dealing with more than one hundred refugees.

A little Zhoutian warrior dealing with five ordinary young and strong people is just a piece of cake, but unfortunately, military learning is not so simple as addition, subtraction, multiplication and division.

The soldiers of the Tie family rushed all the way, but they just used some dry food immediately. Even the strong warriors suffered physical strength. The other party had just had a full meal of hot food, and the short-term walking made their bodies adjust to their best condition.

These cavalrymen thought they were able to capture them from top to bottom, but were hit by a blow and their morale was setback. The enemy in front of the refugees seemed invincible, but they all used their own methods to eliminate more than half of them. The rice thieves gained a lot of advantage.

The most important thing is that this is the battlefield, not the arena. Once a formation with a disadvantaged number of people is broken and falls into the point of fighting each other, the soldiers will personally face all-round attacks.

However, it is not so easy for refugees to convert their advantages into winning streak.

The most important thing is that the armor of the Tie Family soldiers is really excellent. These soldiers who are heavy cavalry are wrapped in steel from top to bottom. They have steel helmets with iron masks on their heads, and plate armor that can only break through the defense by heavy weapons. Even the lower body has skirt armor that covers the crotch and thighs and shin armor that protects the calves. The simple weapons in the hands of refugees are difficult to cause major damage to them.

On the other hand, the weapons in the hands of soldiers, especially the waist knife that everyone is equipped with is a scattered sword produced by the Tie family, and they face refugees without armor. Cutting people is like chopping melons and vegetables, which is not an exaggeration at all.

The imposing refugees faced these iron men and felt like they had nowhere to start. Although Peng Modao led the way, most of the young and strong people from civilian origins were a little scared. Instead, the soldiers found that their opponents had a lot of helpless morale. They had high military qualities and began to slowly gather together to avoid being attacked from both sides.

The battle situation continued for a while.

In this stalemate battlefield between the two sides, a man with a beard was nailed to the ground by a spear. The blood under him had gathered into a small red puddle, and the puddle that was still spreading was emitting a hint of white air in the cold winter.

He tried several times but couldn't pull out the spear.

Finally, he gave up his efforts, lay there and looked at the snowy sky, and suddenly started singing.

He sang:

Hair like leeks,

Cut and resurrection;

Head like a chicken,

Cut and ring again.

Immortals don't have to be afraid,

A commoner must never be careless.
Chapter completed!