Li Ting's expression changed, Guo Ning saw it and didn't say anything.
After hearing that Yang An'er was suddenly in trouble, Guo Ning came north overnight, gathering help along the way.
The leaders of the defeated troops who came to visit him at the Xijunhe camp that day all led their troops to follow him. At this time, there were about three hundred people accompanying him.
Judging from their superficial strength alone, Guo Ning and others are battle-hardened veterans with complete armor and weapons. They will never suffer a loss against Yang An'er's troops of the same strength. But that's not how the score is calculated.
Yang An'er's tribe started out as rebels. They moved to Shandong and were suppressed by the imperial court. This shows that the tenacity of his tribe during the battle should not be underestimated. After they surrendered to the imperial court, they were able to maintain an independent attitude within the officialdom system. This shows that Yang An'er's troops were able to remain independent under the officialdom system.
The control methods of his subordinates and generals are no small matter.
Their more than 300 people are more than 300 people who can fight tough battles. They are a solid army.
But that's not the case with Guo Ning.
Guo Ning himself was a naked man before. His companions used to be scattered in scattered teams. Some had been cowardly for a long time, and some had been wanton and reckless for a long time. Several of the defeated troops were so desolate that they were in disgrace.
The spirit of the border warriors was simply gone.
In time, after sufficient training, these soldiers will be able to reunite into a tough and brave unit. But at the moment, Guo Ning does not have much confidence in them. Currently, the only ones who can be used to fight tough battles are Li Ting and
There are just over a hundred people under Monk Luo.
Monk Luo is reliable. The question is, is Li Ting willing to fight a tough battle with Guo Ning?
It is no small matter that the enemy has one hundred more soldiers. The whole battle will definitely be much more difficult. This is not just a boast on Gaolin Slope, saying that you can defeat the enemy in an instant and you can just talk about it. Once the battle becomes fierce, Li Ting will
To truly bear the loss, you have to build on your old foundation!
In this world, the old foundation in your hands is your future and your destiny!
Li Ting was still frowning, and it was obvious that he had made some decisions that were not easy.
Guo Ning still pretended not to have seen him. He turned to Monk Luo and said: "The enemy is very strong, and it is difficult to defeat a strong force. But Han Renqing and I have a friendship of fighting side by side, and his men fell into the hands of the enemy.
I must not sit idly by and do nothing. It seems that I can only continue to borrow the power of the great master."
Monk Luo touched his scalp: "What does Liu Lang want Sajia to do?"
"The fifty people brought by the master are all good soldiers. Please divide them into two groups. Follow me to sneak nearby, wait for the opportunity to break into the empty field, rescue the captured people, and retreat immediately after you succeed. The other group is in the old place.
There is an ambush along the road south of the main entrance of the city store. If the enemy sends troops to pursue them, this road will be responsible for breaking up the rear and responding."
"Liu Lang's injury has not healed yet, and I'm afraid he won't be able to withstand a fierce battle. I will personally lead him all the way to the Gucheng store, while Liu Lang, you and Monk Pei will support you outside."
Guo Ning shook his head: "It's necessary. Only with Master's support can I safely rush in to save people..."
He raised his hand and made a stop gesture: "No need to discuss further, the master will immediately assign manpower. I will also wear armor and prepare a bow and sword."
Monk Luo responded in a deep voice, turned around and left.
"You...what nonsense are you talking about!" Li Ting finally jumped up.
Guo Ning and Monk Luo put on blank faces together: "What?"
Li Ting said angrily: "Hey, what can you do if you only rely on the monk's men? My Li Erlang's men are also good men! Do you look down on me, Li Erlang?"
Guo Ning and Monk Luo both laughed: "Where, where."
Li Ting was furious and continued to shout: "Guo Liu, please think again about how to fight this battle! We are afraid of being stupid! If these people dare to come and stroke my tiger beard, I will take theirs."
Life!"
A little while later.
One of Guo Jie'er's soldiers held an iron helmet in both hands and climbed up to the high wall outside the village. The wall was not thick, and the ladder leading up to the wall was very steep, so he walked very carefully.
Originally, he could just reach out and help him, but his iron helmet was made of armor. If he didn't hold his hands tightly, the broth would keep flowing out from the gaps. He was reluctant to give up. Although he killed two cows, it was still three hundred.
Sergeant No. 1 is here, but not much is distributed to each person, and the broth is also very precious.
Standing on the top of the wall, he sat firmly with his legs crossed, raised his iron helmet, and took a big gulp of soup.
It smells so good. When you drink it, your stomach will feel hot and your whole body will feel comfortable.
When he was about to sigh a few more words, his stomach suddenly felt cold again.
It feels cold to the core, something is wrong.
He put down his helmet in surprise and saw a soldier with his arms wrapped in white cloth grinning ferociously as he pulled out a long knife. Broth and blood flowed out along with the wounds in his chest and abdomen.
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!" He wanted to shout, but he was too weak to make a sound. The soldier pushed him, and he staggered and fell down.
His back hit the ground, and the last thing he saw was dozens of soldiers with bows and arrows, shooting randomly into the village; dozens of soldiers armed with swords and guns were jumping in simultaneously from several gaps in the high wall.
Li Ting, like the other soldiers, all had white cloth wrapped around their right arms.
He clenched the long knife in his hand and strode forward.
Just now, what Guo Ning and Luo Monk said together were clearly motivating the generals. Li Ting was not stupid. He didn't react at first, but he naturally understood after a while.
But he was born with such an unruly temperament that he could not tolerate being underestimated no matter what, so he jumped on his feet and grabbed the important task of being the first to attack.
At this time, as soon as he crossed the high wall, he saw more than ten guards carrying spears and spears, stabbing the four or five men who had just rushed into the village. Apparently these people were on night watch and kept their weapons with them.
Li Ting's men thought about fighting among the houses at night and mostly used short soldiers. However, they were unable to fight close to each other for a while. They were blocked in a small area with a gap in the high wall and were in a dilemma.
The few soldiers in the front row kept waving their shields to block, but they were already overwhelmed.
Li Ting cursed, then he spotted the one who looked like a leader among the guards and was slightly behind him. He raised his arm vigorously and threw the long knife in his hand.
The long knife whined and circled in the air, just like a round of silver light flying past, and it hit the leader's chest. The blade of the long knife penetrated from the bottom of the throat, and most of the blade did not enter the body. The leader immediately became stiff.
It didn't move, falling like a felled tree.
The remaining guards saw the flash of swords in front of their eyes, and when they looked back, they saw that their leader was dead.
Several people panicked for a moment, and the spears and spears in their hands were delayed for a moment. At this moment, Li Ting jumped into the crowd, casually pulled out the short knife from his waist, and started slashing and killing randomly.
The person on the right bore the brunt of the attack. His arms and spears were cut off and fell to the ground. Blood spurted from his shoulders and elbows. He screamed and retreated.
The man on the left was about to withdraw his spear and stab him when Li Ting struck him in the face with an iron shield. This was such a strong force that the man's head twisted half a circle, his face turned towards his back, his hands and feet
They all twitched.
Li Ting then kicked him in the stomach, sending him flying to the back, knocking down the two soldiers behind him.
Seeing Li Ting's bravery, several of his subordinates cheered in unison.
Li Ting laughed and was about to boast a few words when he heard the sound of a bowstring not far away. Before he could react, a companion beside him shouted to be careful of hidden arrows and rushed towards him.
While he was still in the air, the tone of his shouts had already changed. When he fell down, he was rolling in front of Li Ting, but he saw a four-foot-long arrow piercing the back of his head, and the arrow cluster came out from his face. He was completely dead.
