Starting from last night's defeat at the west gate of Moling County, at dawn, dawn, and the rising sun, after a whole morning of running, Zhu Kui finally caught up with Yan Baihu. On the way to Wu County and turning into Gusu Mountain, there were more than a hundred people.
The horses scattered around, munching on the weeds on the roadside, and next to the horses' legs, the same figures were holding water bags and gnawing with their mouths, while the other hand kept stuffing dry food into their mouths. It was a very embarrassing scene.
Scene. The White Tiger soldiers had been fighting all night, and after being defeated and running around, they were already exhausted by this time. At this time, the sun was in the middle, and the hot sunshine ignited Yan Baihu's already violent temper, and his face turned purple.
Red, the cronies beside him were holding water bags and pouring water over his head. There was a splash, a sizzle, and hot smoke, but it still couldn't calm down Yan Baihu's anger. You muttered to the white tiger thieves around you.
It kept breaking. Because the sound was not suppressed, the high-pitched curses made the surrounding white tiger thieves puzzled, but they did not dare to look directly, and squinted to observe. This small change awakened in their hearts.
Waking up from the heat of anger, he cursed in a suppressed voice: "What are you looking at? Why don't you hurry up and get some rest." Yan Baihu thought that he could evacuate dozens of miles away from Moling in one breath, and the officers and soldiers did not dare to pursue him, so he asked his brothers to rest for a while first.
On the road again, thinking about it, I couldn't help but squint my eyes and start to take a nap.
The white tiger thief didn't close his eyes for long, and within half a stick of incense, the ground suddenly shook, and the frightened horses jumped back and forth. Yan Baihu, who was sleeping on the ground, listened carefully, and heard the sound of the horse's cries of "trampling."
"It was passed that there is also a cavalry team of 200 men in Baihu Village. They are Yan Baihu's elite soldiers. They have not suffered any serious damage since the battle. He naturally recognizes the sound of horse trampling.
One of the bandit soldiers who woke up shouted loudly: The officers and soldiers are chasing us, everyone, run away."
From hearing that Dazhai was burned, reinforcements from officers and soldiers outside the city had arrived, and now the cavalry is coming, the false and true military reports have destroyed the morale of the White Tiger bandits. Yan Baihu was able to stabilize his men, and Zhu Kui's four hundred cavalry
He had already rushed into the crowd and started charging back and forth. The thieves were unable to effectively block him at all.
Yan Baihu breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the number of cavalry was not very large. He ordered his younger brother Yan Xing to form infantry to intercept Zhu Kui, so that he could not rush to the horses and cause the horses to scatter. He took two hundred elite soldiers and
The guards led the horses to assemble, but the cavalry still had to rely on the cavalry to compete.
When Zhu Kui sprinted back and forth for the third time, he found that Yan Baihu and his guards began to mount their horses and gather together. They wanted to break up the opponent's formation before the opponent's formation was stable, so that the opponent's cavalry could not take shape.
Unexpectedly, Yan Xing ordered his infantry to step forward desperately to resist, buying time for Yan Baihu.
With a crisp sound of "clang", Zhu Kui fought with Yan Xing again, continuing the unfinished battle from last night, but Zhu Kui had no intention of challenging him to a duel. After three or two rounds, Gan Ning rushed up on his horse. He knew that Yan Xing
He was excellent in martial arts, so he was not polite. He swung the iron rope to tie Yan Xing's crotch and pulled it.
"Yu Yu"
Yan Xing's knife originally struck Zhu Kui's left ribs, but his sword was knocked out of the air, and he was thrown to the ground by the horse.
This series of changes frightened the horse under Zhu Kui's crotch and screamed "Ow!" and raised its front hooves high. Yan Xing looked at the horse's hooves standing above him and struggled to move his body away slightly. The more so,
The more the body sticks to itself.
The front hooves came down hard, and the sternum cracked with a click, and dust flew up. Then there was a muffled groan, and Yan Xing vomited blood, and stopped after a while.
"Second brother."
Yan Baihu, who had just finished preparing his cavalry, saw his second brother die in front of his eyes, his eyes bursting out, and he roared to kill him.
"Let's go, don't confront him head-on. He's just a tiger in a cage."
Zhu Kui gave an order, and all the soldiers turned their horses and left with a roar...
Yan Baihu counterattacked on the verge of death. He fought hard and suffered considerable losses. He was already a caged beast and could not escape.
While chasing and running, Yan Baihu still did not dare to chase the infantry too far. After driving Zhu Kui away, he returned to the main force to take stock. Not only did his second brother Yan Xing die in battle, but many infantrymen died tragically under the cavalry.
He sighed indiscriminately and had no choice but to flee into the mountains and forests with less than 2,000 people, so that Zhu Kui's cavalry could not deploy.
The enemy retreated while we advanced. We watched Yan Baihu enter the forest and followed him. However, this time he stayed far behind, keeping Yan Baihu's whereabouts out of sight at all times and not daring to step forward for a surprise attack. A melee in the forest was too dangerous.
, if you move, you will be easily killed.
Two days later, Zhu Kui and Yan Baihu headed towards Gusu Mountain one after another. There was constant friction between the two sides. Yan Baihu had to follow the officers and soldiers behind him. He took advantage of the large number of people several times to fight back, but the other side was always touched.
He immediately retreated. There were few people on the other side and they fled in all directions. There was nothing they could do.
Both sides were from Jiangdong and were familiar with life in the mountains and forests. Zhu Kui didn't dare to attack because of his small number, while Yan Baihu had many people but couldn't form an absolute advantage to surround and kill them.
Zhu Kui was not in a hurry at all. He was waiting for Wang Cheng to lead the private troops of the Lu and Zhang families. He had already sent out his men to explore the footprints and found out that they were nearby. He was waiting for Yan Baihu to enter the urn and make it impossible for him to escape.
Yan Baihu looked at the white tiger soldiers falling down one by one around him, his beard trembling non-stop, his face changing from red to white, he was desperate.
Five days ago, in order to return to his hometown in Gusu Mountain as soon as possible, he kept urging a rapid march, regardless of whether Zhu Kui was following him. After all, he still had 3,000 thieves left to guard his hometown. When the time came, he would take advantage of the location and people and kill them in turn.
It is easy for Zhu Kui to recruit hundreds of people.
Give him another year to cultivate, whether it is merging other small villages or forcibly pulling in villagers outside the city, he will soon be able to recruit tens of thousands of people.
Although Gusu Mountain is large, it can only raise 20,000 horses at most. Baihu Village is different from Gaojiazhai. It is composed of green forest heroes and their families. They are mostly desperadoes, have no family members, and are not engaged in production. They are purely composed of peripheral leaders such as Feng Qiu.
Just be responsible for purchasing grain, or burning, killing and looting. This is the limit of what the bandits can do. After all, although there is turmoil in the Eastern Han Dynasty, the remaining power is still there, which exceeds the tolerance of the court. Just like Xu Zhaoqiang in Kuaiji, who was the first to be defeated by Zang Yuyi
The gun exploded.
Half a day ago, outside Gusu Mountain, a bandit who had escaped from the mountain found him, which directly extinguished all his hopes. A day ago, the old nest had been wiped out by the joint forces of the Lu and Zhang families. The top and bottom fled if they didn't die. White Tiger
Zhai has lost its status as the overlord of Gusu Mountain.
Yan Baihu is also a great bandit who has left his name in history. He immediately understood that he had been plotted after the battle at Shijiu Lake. He had a character flaw and did not understand water warfare but abandoned Qinshan. He was defeated of course. He sent troops to Moling County again. This half
Everything that happened in the past few months was expected. The city defenses were strengthened, ambushes were set up outside, and the Lu and Zhang families were lured to sneak attacks on their nest.
"What a great plan to lure the tiger away from the mountain."
"Who is planning to harm me? Yan will definitely take revenge one day." Yan Baihu kicked away the surrounding soldiers and got on his horse.
"Let's go north to find the great wise teacher."
Since the Taiping Sect would contact Gaojiazhai, they would naturally also contact the largest bandit group in Jiangdong. However, Yan Baihu has always been arrogant and believed that he was the overlord of the south. He was unwilling to stoop to being inferior to the three Zhang Jiao brothers, so he refused.
Before more than 2,000 bandit troops had walked a hundred miles, they were blocked by 2,000 Lu and Zhang coalition forces led by Wang Cheng. The Zhang family and the Lu family also dispatched 500 cavalry each.
In fact, after approaching Gusu Mountain, more than 20 mounted sentinels sent by Zhu Kui had already contacted Wang Cheng. The two exchanged information, and this was how they formed such a tacit understanding to double-team.
Zhu Kui, Gan Ning, Zhou Tai, and Wang Cheng stood side by side and watched Yan Baihu bloom with his final glory...
"Haha, I thought that I, Yan Baihu, who had been roaming the east of the Yangtze River for ten years, actually lost his life at the hands of four young men. You guys come together."
Yan Baihu knew that he was in doom today, so he was determined to win over a few backers.
"I heard from Third Brother that you are very powerful in martial arts. Neither brother Gan nor Zhou are your match. Can you let me try?"
Wang Cheng laughed and said, but wanted to fight alone.
Gan Ning and Zhou Tai looked at each other and wanted to stop him. They knew how powerful Yan Baihu was. They were all too young and lacked full strength. One on one, they were no match for Yan Baihu, an old thief.
"You also know A Cheng's martial arts skills. Let him try it out first. If it doesn't work, we will take over the formation for him."
Zhu Kui nodded to Wang Cheng and agreed.
Wang Cheng drove his horse out, his narrow eyes shot out with eager light, and he danced the three-pointed two-edged sword while riding the horse, and shouted: "I am Wang Cheng of Moling, Yan Baihu, don't forget that you died in my hands, and you died in vain.
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The three-pointed, two-edged sword was made by Zhu Kui using the body of a panlong stick and asked the Wu brothers to make it.
"Yellow-haired boy, how dare you bully me like this?" Yan Baihu's eyes flashed with a trace of shame and annoyance, and he felt like a hero in his twilight years.
Lu Guang admired Wang Cheng's name very much, but to him he was just a naughty boy.
Wang Chengzu is not angry. If Yan Baihu despises him for this, will he let his old horse stumble to achieve his reputation? He will add three points of power in his hands and create real fire. Yan Baihu has the power to fight tigers, and Wang Cheng is gifted with supernatural power.
, the two of them were fighting each other.
One hundred rounds, two hundred rounds, the blades of both sides crossed each other, each stabbing at the other.
"Looking for death..." Yan Baihu sneered. Although one inch is longer and the other is shorter, the length of the big iron knife in his hand is shorter than that of his opponent Qi Bing. Since the two refused to give way, he must have been stabbed first.
Yan Baihu's riding skills were obviously extraordinary. In an instant, he tugged on his horse's temples and charged quickly, twice as fast. At the same time, he turned sideways, barely avoiding the three-pointed two-edged sword, and stabbed straight at the chest with his right hand.
Wang Cheng's face was expressionless. When the big knife was about to hit his face, he suddenly hooked the horse's neck and lay back. The blade narrowly missed the horse's face and cut through his nose with only two finger thicknesses.
Soon Yan Baihu's eyes suddenly burst into horror, and he looked at the three-pointed two-edged knife on his chest in disbelief.
Looking from a distance, Wang Cheng remained lying on his back, quickly swung the weapon with both hands, and stabbed him. When Yan Baihu tried to get away from the length of the three-pointed two-edged knife, the top edge of the knife went from his back to his chest, and he just stabbed through.
Heartbroken.
"Chi"
Wang Cheng lifted the opponent's entire body off the horse's back and landed heavily on the ground. The barb did not hit the vital part and failed to kill Yan Baihu immediately.
He was thrown to the ground and had no time to pay attention to the pain in his chest. His body instinctively rolled to the side, trying to escape.
However, the seriously injured man could not pass Wang Cheng so quickly, but he put a knife on his neck. The soldiers behind him swarmed up, held Yan Baihu down, tied him up, and took him back to Moling.
The remaining several hundred White Tiger soldiers knelt down and surrendered.