The troops on both sides were not large, and they fought in a hurry, and they could not organize their hands neatly. Ji Junli led the pursuit of elite soldiers, and there were only seventy or eighty people in total. These seventy or eighty people rushed to fight bravely, staring at the front
The escaped thief.
It's the kid who looked like a mad dog and bit off the flesh on my face!
Right under Ji Junli's nose, that hateful kid was running around wildly, swearing and cursing from time to time, and shooting with a bow and arrow. In the wilderness at night, no one could see clearly, and the bow and arrow flew past, making a whistling sound.
That's all. Ji Junli was not afraid at all and kept shouting: "Catch up! Chase after us!"
Following his command, dozens of soldiers hurriedly formed a long snake-like team, leaving the Gucheng Inn and heading south.
A few miles to the south was the Qihe River. Gravel piled up on the dry river channel, and shallow water gurgled across it. The ground was uneven, and the speed of the people escaping in front suddenly slowed down a lot.
There were soldiers beside Ji Junli holding torches high. The flames reflected the stumbling figures of the fugitives in front of him, flickering in and out. You could see several people getting caught by the rough ground and falling to the ground in embarrassment. Then they continued on their hands and feet.
Run wildly.
Several archers looked at the opportunity and opened their bows to shoot. Some soldiers were eager to kill the enemy and threw out the daggers and hand axes beside them.
Arrows and axes were everywhere, and screams were heard from the front. An old man in ragged clothes was hit in the back of the head by a hand axe, and immediately fell to the ground struggling. Ji Junli and others stepped over his body without any scruples and continued to move forward.
After four or five people stepped through, the old man's face and half of his body were pressed into the river, and the water flowed through, bringing out the color of blood.
The situation in front of him felt very familiar to Ji Junli.
When he was young, he was patrolling the subordinate soldiers in Shouzhang County, Dongping, and spent the whole day fighting with the bandits in the swamps in the south. At that time, he often led dozens of people to run long distances, chasing them day and night.
, killed the thieves one by one, cut off their heads and went back to report their merits, in exchange for wine and meat, and shared them with their companions.
Those thieves were originally ordinary people like Ji Junli. Most of them went bankrupt because of the imperial court's confiscation of land and became bandits. But Ji Junli massacred them and killed them as they should. In this world, you can do whatever you want with a knife in your hand.
If you act on your own, there is no right or wrong, only strength and weakness.
Ji Junli is willing to follow Yang An'er because Yang An'er is strong; Yang An'er has to surrender to the court because the court is stronger. At this time, everyone in the Tiewa Ganzhan Army is looking forward to rebelling, also because of the weakness of the court, which is increasingly concealed
Can't live.
Now that there is another rebellion, it must be more successful than the previous one. On that day, Yang An'er raised an army in Shandong. He lacked experienced soldiers under his command. Facing the elite troops from Zhongdu sent by the imperial court, he was immediately defeated.
Isn't it a coincidence this time? After arriving in Hebei, there are many stragglers who have retreated from the defense line of the Monan Great Wall. These people are all fierce. Once they are gathered under their own banner, they will greatly enhance their certainty of success!
The group of people in front of us are probably broken troops entrenched in a certain place, and they are all capable of fighting. If we catch the leader of the boy, we must take his life. If the other people are willing to surrender, it is not impossible. It is just a combination of kindness and power, and it takes a little effort.
effort.
"General, we are a little far away from the camp, are we still pursuing you?" a subordinate asked.
Another person said: "You have to be careful about ambush."
Ji Junli gasped and touched his face. The wound on his face was still bleeding, and the thick blood had flowed down his neck, condensing into large purple-black patches on the nail leaves on the side of his neck.
Because he was wearing heavy armor, he ran all the way, sweat was pouring from his head, and the sweat soaked into the injured area, causing burning pain.
"The troops nearby are all small groups. Who is going to ambush them? The group in front of us might be famous people in Ansu Prefecture! If we catch this group, half of the troops in Ansu Prefecture will be ambushed.
You have to surrender!"
Ji Junli repeatedly ordered to continue pursuing.
But he was an experienced martial artist after all. He chased for two steps and then said: "Send two teams of people to walk along the height of the embankment! Keep an eye on the situation on the left and right for me! Just in case!"
While several people were talking, their steps inevitably slowed down, and they saw themselves being thrown away by the fleeing people in front of them.
Ji Junli yelled a few words and pulled at the wound on his face, which made the pain even worse. His temper was aroused, and he chased after him with a knife in his hand.
In a moment, everyone ran along the Qihe River for more than three miles, and the Gucheng Store to the north was completely out of sight.
The armored soldiers around Ji Junli were all panting like cattle and walking heavily. His companions who were exploring along the river embankment were blocked by the forest and were left behind.
Fortunately, the bandits in front were running out of energy and were running slower and slower. The group of prisoners from the Gucheng store they had rescued before were even more shaky. Many of them relied on the support of others to continue moving forward.
Jun Li's men set their bows and arrows one after another, and shot down a few more.
The sky was dark, and the vision was gradually blurring. In order to avoid the rocks near the center of the river, both teams walked along the edge of the river. The shallow water just below the feet was stepped on intensively, making a loud noise. The soil on both sides of the river was
On the embankment, a flock of birds returning to their nests were startled and flew around in random directions.
Ji Junli's gaze was drawn by the flock of birds and he raised his head slightly.
When he saw birds circling in the sky, a fat figure leaping up appeared in his sight and fell straight down from directly above him.
There is an ambush behind the embankment! There is an enemy!
Ji Junli stepped back without thinking. He heard the air in front of him whine and scream, and an iron rod as thick as a wrist fell from the door in front of him, causing gravel to fly on the ground. Beside Ji Junli,
One of the monks quickly drew his sword to resist, but the iron rod swept horizontally, breaking the long sword first, and then hit the head, which was instantly shattered.
Ji Junli roared loudly and continued to retreat subconsciously.
He had already seen clearly that it was a giant man with a dark gray short hair and a shiny head. Ji Junli could be considered a strong and majestic man, but the fat man was several feet taller than Ji Junli, and his arms were simply
He has the thickness of an ordinary person’s waist!
What a monster! What brute force!
The group of people chased for a long time. No matter how well-trained they were, the queue would inevitably become very long. Suddenly faced with a strong enemy, they could only go up to fight one by one. Ji Junli took several steps back before bumping into another soldier.
He immediately grabbed the soldier's arm and pushed him forward hard.
The soldier had just taken a few steps forward when his body suddenly stagnated. Ji Junli glanced away with his peripheral vision, only to see a bloody iron rod growing out of thin air on his vest, which had been stabbed through.
The few soldiers behind immediately raised their bows and nocked arrows. But at this time, dozens of black figures appeared above the embankment, throwing rain of arrows at Ji Junli's men. They used heavy arrows commonly used in the army.
, the arrow clusters are shaped like chisels and are six or seven inches long.
The range of these arrows is not far, and the lethality is only within fifty steps. But when fired from above, the power is unusually powerful. Even if you are wearing armor, you can't stop the long arrow clusters from piercing the armor and entering the flesh. The first half of the queue
Dozens of people in the section suddenly screamed and screamed, and their bodies fell to the ground one after another, making a heavy sound.
Ji Junli tried his best to avoid two arrows in a row, but the fat man in front of him rushed straight towards him!
This kind of people, on the battlefield where two armies are facing each other, are not without means of dealing with them. But now the two are facing each other, fighting hand to hand, and one of them is running wildly for miles, panting like an ox, and the outcome is almost impossible to determine!
Ji Junli gritted his teeth and drew his sword in his hand, shouting: "Slow down! I am a general under the command of Yang Dutong of the Tiewa Army. I dare to ask whoever is coming..."
The fat man was Monk Luo. How could he be interested in talking to Ji Junli? With a shake of the iron rod, Monk Luo knocked Ji Junli's long sword away, and then the iron rod circled around and pointed at his chest.
Give it a gentle tap.
Monk Luo retained his strength, but the iron rod was too heavy.
More than a dozen armor leaves in front of Ji Junli's chest bent at the same time, sinking toward his chest and abdomen. Ji Junli felt severe pain in his bones, as if his sternum was pressed into his chest in one piece, squeezing his lungs.
He was flattened. He pulled his neck with both hands, raised his head and gasped for air. After a while, he collapsed to the ground, unable to struggle.
When Ji Junli fell, all his troops were in panic. Monk Pei and others jumped out from behind the embankment and were killed for a while.
Li Ting, who was originally running away from the front, had just rushed back, intending to participate in the counterattack. But he never thought that Monk Luo had already won.
He walked a few steps and noticed the scars on Ji Junli's face, and remembered that this man was the opponent in the previous fierce battle.
Seeing the miserable condition of this man, Li Ting's expression changed. Then he saw Monk Luo holding the iron rod as if nothing had happened. He pondered for a moment and praised repeatedly: "Monk...oh no, no, Master Huifeng is so skilled!