Standing on the balcony, Xu Mu didn't look too nervous.
In the era of cold weapons, the rider was king. Although the area outside Horseshoe Lake was mostly forested, and there were a large number of people, it was difficult to charge. But according to the temperament of Wei Feng's five hundred riders, he climbed out of the pile of dead.
For a hero, all he needs to do is leap on his horse and get close to him and kill the enemy with a long sword.
"My boss, we're here."
Xu Mu nodded, raised his gaze and saw that Chen Jiaqiao had raised his sword and pointed far ahead.
"Pull the strings full!"
"Fire the arrow!"
More than a hundred mountain hunting archers roared together. Under Chen Jiaqiao's control, hundreds of feather arrows quickly intertwined into the air, reflected in the roar of the wind and snow, and finally fell heavily.
The hundreds of defeated troops in front of them were so shocked that they had no idea that there were even infantry archers in Zhuangzi in front of them.
Thump thump thump.
The wooden shields raised by the defeated army only covered one round before they were completely shattered by flying arrows. After sixty or seventy people were killed or injured, the remaining defeated army hurriedly ran into the woods.
"Pull the strings full!"
Chen Jiaqiao stiffened his voice, raised the long sword in his hand again, and pointed forward.
"call."
More than a hundred people hunting in the mountains quickly twisted their arrows and raised their bows.
Xu Mu smiled with satisfaction. As he thought, these newly adopted mountain hunting archers were indeed good choices for walking bows.
Coupled with the good health and courage developed through many years of hunting, when the time comes and equipped with an iron bow, a walking shield and a short sword, they will actually become a strong army.
"Lord, the defeated army is about to charge." Jia Zhou put his hands behind his back and spoke calmly.
"The charge of five hundred cavalry should cut through a bloody path."
Xu Mu nodded. After all, the two thousand defeated troops in front of him were just ordinary rebels.
Of course, he didn't expect to gather people. If he was really a national salvation rebel, he wouldn't think of coming to eat his village.
In the snow, Wei Feng tightened his reins and raised the long sword in his hand. Behind him, five hundred riders, all wearing leather robes and armor, raised their long swords one after another.
"Qinglong Camp, follow me to penetrate the enemy army!"
"Roar!"
The figures of the five hundred riders roared and swung their swords, then rushed straight away. The horses' hoofs splashed up the slush, leaving wet hoofprints.
In front of Horseshoe Lake, the two thousand defeated troops rushed towards them, waving jagged sticks and weapons in their hands, and they only tried to kill them with their heads covered.
Among them, there were even many people wearing ragged clothes.
"Don't worry, my lord, a group of rabble-rousers will retreat after a few kills." Jia Zhou seemed to have guessed what Xu Mu was thinking and said with a smile.
"Mr. Wenlong knows that in this world, those who deserve to be killed are not those who rebel."
"It's a world where people are forced to rebel."
"Thank you, Mr. Wenlong."
Xu Mu sighed, dispersed his thoughts, raised his head again, and looked at the fighting in front of him.
As he thought, this so-called defeated army of two thousand was really weak. Wei Feng led five thousand cavalry, and the formation was broken up in the blink of an eye, dividing it into large and small battlefields.
Not to mention smashing Zhuangzi to death, he didn't even get halfway through and was killed with howls in the air.
The Qinglong Battalion with 500 cavalry was a real force and had gone through many battles. Even if they faced Beidi's most elite tribe, they would not necessarily be at a disadvantage if their numbers were equal.
"Xiao——"
Wei Feng raised his sword and coldly chopped off the head of a defeated army, causing several nearby defeated soldiers to run away in panic.
"Owl!"
One by one, the Qinglong Camps roared to the sky, waving their swords in their hands, and the luster of the snow suddenly turned into blood.
Click, click, click.
Heads rolled down one after another, dyeing the snowy road in front of Zhuangzi red.
Chen Jiaqiao took a hundred men's infantry bows and detoured back to the woods. Using close range shooting, he shot down a large area of the defeated army.
At the height of Zhuangzi, there were dozens of village women named Lian Sister, who couldn't use their long bows on their backs. They simply cursed them for a few rounds before hurriedly walking down.
Chen Sheng and Hei Fu, both in their 20s and 30s, were somewhat silent for a moment. They originally expected to fight for a round, but the scene in front of them clearly meant that the fight was about to end.
"Lord."
"Mr. Wenlong...call me boss."
Jia Zhou smiled slightly and said, "I'm somewhat used to it. Master, have you ever thought about why these two thousand defeated troops rushed to Horseshoe Lake?"
"There's something wrong with something."
"The inner city is the last river and mountain in the Great Era, at the foot of the emperor. No matter how rotten the court is, troops will eventually be sent to kill it, and the position of the official road is the most important."
"My lord, it's just someone who wants to borrow a knife to kill someone. It's not difficult to guess who it is. In this world, interests dictate that blocking someone's money is like killing one's parents."
"My lord, think deeply."
Jia Zhou turned around and walked down the stairs. After a while, the slightly stooped figure disappeared from sight.
"Boy, where did you find this treasure?" Zhuge Fan looked dissatisfied.
"What treasure?"
"How silly, such a arrogant and arrogant counselor, why don't you hurry up and offer incense to him!"
"Mr. Wenlong and I are friends of gentlemen."
"You're a gentleman, as I say, kill the chicken and drink the wine."
Xu Mu was speechless and didn't bother to pay attention to this old man anymore.
However, Jia Zhou's words are actually to the point. Driven by interests? The four major households in Tangjiang? The number one skinny young master Lu Zizhong?
"My boss, these defeated troops have all fled! If not, we will pursue them again!"
"Wei Feng, don't chase after the poor enemy. First, close the battlefield, move the bodies farther away and burn them."
It's just a broken army, it's not a big deal at all. I guess if they rush back to the official road, they will be counterattacked by the camp soldiers again.
After hesitating for a moment, Xu Mu also turned around and was about to walk down the stairs. After walking a few steps, he suddenly remembered something.
"Master Tie, how many kilograms of iron does it cost to make a pair of iron riding equipment?"
"What kind of iron riding equipment? Where did you hear that?" Chen Dati, who was standing next to him, suddenly had a strange tone.
"Heavy cavalry armor covering the whole body..."
"About fifty pounds."
Listening, Xu Mu was speechless. A long knife weighed less than two kilograms of iron, and a pair of iron riding gear actually cost fifty kilograms.
Sure enough, although the cavalry is terrifying in its lethality, it is also true that it costs money. However, Xu Mu has always adhered to the principle that good soldiers are not more valuable than more. One day, he will have 500 armored cavalry, how domineering he will look.
"Boy, don't think about it." Chen Datie burped, "You have a private soldier's notarization, so it's fine to make a sword, bow and crossbow, but you dare to make a fifty-pound iron riding equipment, over there at the official workshop,
Sooner or later, we will send an army to destroy you."
"After you figure out the path, come and talk to me."
Although Xu Mu was disappointed, his face became happy again. He could tell that Chen Datie was actually willing to help him.
"My son, why don't you go to the Saibei grassland and raid Beidi Khan's kennel." The old scholar was drunk.
"Senior, please have a drink."
Xu Mu rubbed his forehead. The three elders in Zhuangzi must have become old drunkards.
When Xu Mu walked down the stairs, Wei Feng and others cheered.
"My boss, this round was pretty good. I picked up hundreds of good knives, more than thirty iron bows, and seven or eight horses!"
Xu Mu smiled with satisfaction. As the spoils of defeating the defeated army, he could gather them into Zhuangzi this round. In this way, the number of armed people could be increased a lot.
"Wei Feng, how many people are injured?"
"Boss, there's no injury here. Only Ma Xiaoteng's new little idiot got half a cut on his thigh, and he's still crying right now."
"Before they warmed up, these defeated troops ran away crying."