Chapter 194 Tangled Victory

The knife light cuts into the enemy group and flips like a roller. The circumference is two or three feet around, and it is snow-white. The blood was mixed with the limbs and was thrown high.

No one can stop it, no one can beat it.

Compared with Zhao Yibiao's harvest, he was also lost face by the night, and the depression in the chest of the crazy tiger burst out in an instant.

"Kill!"

The momentum is unparalleled. The three hundred led by Liu Bang and Fan Qingping have rushed to the front.

Crazy tiger, scholar sword and wind wolf are like three meat grinders, taking the lead in breaking through the enemy group and killing the other party's camp.

He was full of anger, and his blood surged up, completely putting aside the scruples of life and death. With brute force, he crushed two regular soldiers on the field.

The enemy's soldiers were actually much stronger than these temporary summoners, but they were scared to death by the three fierce men. When the courage was lost, it suddenly collapsed.

The tail chase is 100 meters away from the enemy's camp.

The enemy commander did not command the soldiers to attack, but contracted the formation and put on a posture of death.

This is a conductor with war experience.

The soldiers in the front row knelt on the ground, supported the tower shield, and connected it into a shield wall. The spear soldiers behind immediately took a step forward and stretched the spear out of the gap. The sound of bowstrings sounded in the rear, and they had a long-range attack.

Hundreds of people ran forward with a courage and did not expect the arrival of death at all.

"Pray!"

Pieces of arrows were released from the phalanx and fell to the crowd in the distance.

The mad tiger stared roundly, kicked his right foot on the ground, and rushed forward at twice the speed. The body soared into the air, and the snowy knife light flashed again, crushing a piece of arrow feather around.

The scholar sword and the wind wolf also dance weapons to block some of the arrows.

The missing arrows go straight into the crowd.

Suddenly, there was a sound of ghost crying and howling, and a batch fell to the ground.

"Kill!" In a moment when the mad tiger landed, it speeded up again and greeted the arrow rain in the air again.

Three figures, like crazy, hit the enemy group with arrows.

Miracle!

The rear one, after three strokes of arrow rain, has not yet dispersed.

The power of the role model is infinite, and it is also thanks to Liu Bang's early training of sixty or seventy people. They have rushed to the camp and are about to meet.

Seven or eight generals were raised in the local camp to greet the three.

Liu Bang began to go crazy. He waved the broad sword in his hand and took away two soldiers' heads. He slammed on the ground with his right foot and faced the two centurion in the air.

A fight, a spear, attacked him.

There is no way to avoid it.

Liu Bang flashed over Changge, allowing the spear to pierce his left leg and split it out with a sword for his life.

What a big head flew up, and the centurion who held the battle was not his enemy.

Another centurion clenched the spear and wanted to pull it back and stab again.

Liu Bang couldn't let him be good. His left hand was out of the hilt of the sword, and he held a spear tied to his leg.

He cut out a sword in his right hand and cut the spear in two sections.

Regardless of the pain in his legs, he clenched his steel teeth and turned his body close to the other party.

The centurion panicked, skimmed his spear, grabbed a short knife from his waist, and his pocket was a knife.

Liu Bang did not dodge, and the broad sword stabbed out at a faster speed.

More ruthless and faster than anyone.

After all, the sword is faster, piercing the other party's chest and abdomen. The falling long knife lost its strength and only brought a deep wound on Liu Bang's shoulder.

Liu Bang was covered with blood and his face was ferocious, like a demon rushed out of hell.

The surrounding soldiers, the soles of their feet were cold, and they were timid for a moment and did not dare to approach.

Liu Bang swept his eyes angrily, pulled out the spear inserted in his leg with his left hand, and his blood soared.

With a hard throw, half of the spear shot out, pierced a soldier's neck, and suddenly died.

He pulled open a cloth bag around his waist and pressed the powder inside on the wound. Liu Bang's face remained unchanged. The next moment, it came out like lightning, and the broad sword in the right hand was like the sickle of death, harvesting human life to its heart's content.

The mad tiger is like a humanoid meat grinder. Wherever the bright knife light rolls up, it is the remnants flying around. On the other hand, Fan Qingping is calm and elegant, like walking in the forest, but his speed of harvesting human life is not slower than that of the crazy tiger.

The field was chaotic, and eight or nine local leaders were solved as soon as possible. The soldiers lost their command and became a mess, fighting separately.

In the middle of the gravel, a figure stumbled towards the two sides. It was the iron cow.

His face was purple and he was so ashamed and angry.

Regardless of the pain caused by the rupture of the ribs in the chest, hold the spear and break into the crowd.

The eighteen people and horses in the distance were stunned.

They never thought that Fengyunzhai would dare to rush to triple the number of troops with three or four hundred people, and from the current situation, the enemy is not far from defeat.

The night was also a little surprised. He didn't have much hope for this group. Unexpectedly, after the enemy leader was slaughtered in the battle, he turned into a weak side.

The ancients said that thousands of troops are easy to get, but a general is hard to find.

In the era of cold weapons, a good general can really influence the victory of a battle. Even if the plan is not enough, as long as the force is enough, it can crush the other party.

This battle lasted from morning to near noon.

There are less than a hundred people who can stand on the court. The fleeing enemy and the mad tigers are powerless to chase and kill them again.

The night took the people and horses of the Eighteen Villages to the battlefield.

In this battle, the mad tiger, the scholar sword, and the wind wolf have proved that they are all killed by a hundred people, at least a thousand people can be unified, and even an exceptional promotion to 3,000 generals. However, the performance of the iron cow is satisfactory, and it can only be a centurion. But he was ashamed and brave, and the courage he showed later showed that he still had potential to tap.

"The big head, live up to your trust." The four leaders gasped like dead dogs and recovered in front of the night.

"Okay," the night stretched out his hand and pointed to the four people one by one, and then turned his eyes to the barely standing man. "You are my pride, and you are heroes."

The crowd suddenly burst into cheers.

"In today's World War I, you washed your shame with blood. I'll talk about meritorious deeds later, but now, I'm going to dismiss you from slavery. The night promised, "Including one of your family members."

Greater cheers broke out.

"Now, rest in place." After the night ordered, he turned around and discussed with the leaders of the Eighteen Villages. They helped rescue the wounded, distinguish the enemy and my corpses, and dig pits and landfill.

I was busy until the afternoon, and the statistical results came out.

In this battle, 369 people from the night side fought, and only more than 100 people survived, and everyone was injured.

But the capture is terrible. They killed 700 enemies with one-third of the enemy's manpower. In the end, only more than 200 people escaped. Moreover, all the leaders of the other party were slaughtered.

Looking for the body, no melon-skin hat Zhou Yuwei was found. It seems that this man has been oiled on the soles of his feet for a long time.

The night led his own family and returned to the cottage. The battlefield is left to the people of the Eighteen Villages.

Early in the morning, the brigade set out from the cottage and returned in the evening, but it was sparse. The joy of being outnumbered and defeating the strong slowly faded away, leaving only a trace of sadness.

In the copycat hall, the dinner party has been ready for a long time.

These people didn't have time to wash away the blood, so they sat down and ate. Tonight belongs to them, the celebration of the survivors. Sadness needs to be smoothed, and joy needs to be magnified.

The wine of the altar, large pieces of meat.

"For victory, for Fengyunzhai!"

"Do it!"

The large box of coins was lifted up and rewarded according to the award. The promised grain is also converted into coins and given together.

Except for those who escaped from the battle, all those who died in the battle have pensions, and their families can get a gold coin. These people, unlike Zhao Yibiao's men, are not rootless. They drag their families, and the things they have to deal with are much more complicated.

In this battle, the cottage consumed more than 200 strong labor, and the night was painful.

Although he won, he knew that the development of the cottage could not rely on the benevolence of women, but it was still difficult to let go of the night. The bastard lords around them have to pay the corresponding price for their behavior.

Back to Baicao Valley, the night called Wen Zhong over.

A fire was burning in the study. He took off his boots and lay on a bamboo chair. He put his hands on his head and stared at the ceiling.

"Ting Xuan, sit down." I got up at night and couldn't wait to reveal the contradictions in my heart: "I made the decision to develop the cottage independently, and I should deal with the enemy with ordinary farmers. I have also estimated the loss, but the real result has come out. Why is the result still so difficult to accept?

"The foundation of a family is only people." Wen Zhong stretched out his hand and roasted it in front of the fire and said slowly, "With manpower, everything is possible. After all, our family background is weak. Even if we restrain the exiles, it is still far from enough compared with ordinary lords.

There is not enough manpower to withstand the loss.

Even if the five national masters have lost thousands of people, they only hurt their skin and have nothing to do with elegance. They may also have physical pain, but it won't be.

"These bastards, do you want to let General Zhao go and rob him again?" The night is a little angry.

Wen Zhong looked thoughtful and just shook his head. When the night stopped talking, he persuaded, "Lord, there are priorities, and you can't just focus on what's in front of you. The Immortal Mountain is extremely important. If you clean it up earlier, you can fall into the foundation earlier. Moreover, the soldiers and horses under General Zhao also need to be sharpened before they can take on the great responsibility. It is not a long-term solution to do mountain thieves with the army.

Wen Zhong understands what he said in the dark night. He was thoughtful when he made such a decision at the beginning. But after all, people are emotional animals, and it is still difficult to calm down at this moment: "Tingxuan, in addition, you can find another reason to convince me. I can't swallow this breath. I'm sure they will be restless."

Wen Zhong got up and paced, with a moustache under his chin, suddenly popped up two words: "Food!"

A thrilling spirit in the night, like a basin of cold water, suddenly woke up: "Yes, damn food. Unless you don't want spring ploughing, you really need to endure it. Once you can't restrain yourself, both sides will make trouble in farming, and both sides will be hurt.

If the conflict becomes more and more intense, the most unlucky thing in the end is yourself. Who says that you don't have enough food?

The current relationship is delicate, because because of the threat of orcs, the surrounding lords do not dare to fight all the soldiers and horses, and must be restrained. It is commonly speculated that this battle will make them vigilant. Although they are unwilling, they will not move their troops again.

As long as the Eighteen Villages and the Night no longer harass them, they can form a peaceful situation.

"I put up with this tone. If you can't bear it, you will make a mess. Just pretend to be a grandson. The night is discouraged.

Wen Zhong smiled, but advised, "Lord, it's not the best idea to endure the calm for a while."

"Oh, what ideas do you have?"