These guys can't be said to be well-trained, but they can definitely be described as desperadoes.
Once attacked, the first thing to do is not to dodge, but to draw the knife out almost at the same time.
The instinctive reaction was different. The two men who were searching in the camp only patrolled for a moment before rushing towards the river bank.
One of the two horsemen turned over and dismounted, obviously not wanting to be a target while riding on the horse.
But he was the second to die. As soon as one foot left the stirrup, a sharp arrow shot through his neck instantly. He waved his arm and fell off the horse.
Chen Er was a step slower, but his archery skills were obviously more accurate than Li Po's.
The other knight immediately lowered his body, climbed on the horse's back, and kicked the horse's belly quickly. The horse neighed and rushed towards Li Po.
Li Po didn't panic, he quickly attached the arrow and shot it out. This time he took the horse instead of the man. The arrow was nailed to the horse's neck, blood spattered and it went deep into the horse's neck.
The war horse neighed wildly, and the sudden pain made it want to react instinctively.
But the knight was obviously very skilled in riding and controlled it forcefully.
Again, they were too close, and the speed of the war horse just now did not allow Li Po to fire a third arrow.
At this time, what is worth relying on is not what is around, but calmness. People who are panicked will only die here.
Li Po abandoned his bow without hesitation and drew his sword.
The horse was obviously stalled at the top of the slope, but the knight pinched the horse's belly, causing the injured horse to jump up.
This time, Li Po could guarantee that the horse's two front legs would not be saved when it landed.
This is an adversary worthy of praise. Regardless of his reaction or heart, it would be impossible to possess him if he had not gone through several battles in life and death.
Of course, in this momentary confrontation of life and death, Li Po would not have any distracting thoughts.
He took two awkward steps on the slope, just enough to get out of the way of the charge of the war horse.
And a long knife cut him head-on.
Li Po's pupils shrank, and without thinking, he immediately fell to the ground. At the same time, he raised the long knife in his hand.
As soon as the sword flashed, Li Po's shoulder hurt, accompanied by warm liquid dripping down.
That wasn't his blood. In just a moment, Li Po was stabbed on the shoulder, and as for his opponent, blood sprayed out from his shoulder like a fountain, and an arm flew in the air.
The screams of humans and the whines of war horses sounded almost at the same time. The man and the horse were entangled, rolled, and fell directly into the Cangshui River.
After rolling on the ground, Li Po jumped up, as if he hadn't even noticed that blood was oozing out of his shoulders, and rushed towards Chen Er in a hurry.
The situation on Chen Er's side is not optimistic at all.
A man had been chopped to the ground. There was an arrow stuck in his shoulder, but his neck was hanging to the side. The wound on his neck was open like a mouth, and dark red blood kept pouring out, dyeing the grass red.
A big piece.
Chen Er was not having a good time either. There was a long gaping hole in his chest and blood was flowing out. However, he was still fighting fiercely with another person. The long knives were clashing and the sound of gold and iron was heard. Chen Er had more wounds on his waist.
A wound.
He roared crazily, and his red eyes were full of animality. A good warrior should be like this at this time. The more pain they suffer, the crazier they become.
If this continues, the best outcome is actually to die together.
The person he was dueling with was obviously not a soldier. His sword was very short. Li Po had seen such a sword. It was the most commonly used weapon by Mayi swordsmen.
And this sturdy man is obviously the most unique local product of Jin region, the Guandong swordsman.
At this time, Chen Er let out a hoarse roar and raised his knife to strike down on his head. However, his opponent took a step forward and the knife swiped towards his neck.
The difference between soldiers and swordsmen was revealed at this time.
Chen Er did not dodge, and slashed hard with his long sword, all determined to die with the enemy.
But his opponent was momentarily panicked. The knife that should have been applied to Chen Er's neck was delayed for a moment.
When it comes to life and death, the outcome is that both sides suffer losses. Chen Er dies and the other party is seriously injured.
At this critical moment, Li Po rushed over and kicked Chen Er in the waist, kicking Chen Er away. There was a knife mark on his neck, but he avoided having his neck severed.
While kicking Chen Er away, Li Po had already raised his knife and stabbed it into the man's waist and ribs.
The man screamed and struggled.
Li Po's hands had already left the handle of the knife, and he grabbed the hand holding the knife. He bent down, swung him in the air, and slapped him to the ground.
There was a loud pop, followed by the crisp sound of broken bones. Li Poshun had already broken his arm.
Then he raised his foot and stepped on the opponent's neck. With a click, his neck was broken.
Li Po then straightened up, took a few deep breaths, looked around again, went up to help Chen Er up, and checked the wound.
Fortunately, the cut on the waist was a bit deep, but when I peeled it open, I saw it was all fat and no internal organs were hurt.
Patting Chen Er, who was covered in cold sweat due to his rough movements, his eyes were dazed, but he gritted his teeth and refused to scream, Li Po happily patted his shoulder.
"It's okay, I'll be a lively man again in two days."
The ugly man trembled at the corners of his mouth and looked pale, but he still bared his big white teeth and said happily, "That damn swordsman almost didn't kill me."
Li Po curled his lips and said to himself, "You're like this, and no matter how many lives God gives you, it's not enough for you to waste."
It was only then that the other two hurried back on horseback.
Without allowing them to ask questions or make a fuss, he immediately ordered them to gather their horses, then went to the river and dragged a guy with a broken arm back from the river.
This man was already dead, not to mention he had lost a lot of blood. He rolled with his horse at such a speed and could still breathe. It was all because of God. It was most normal for him to die now.
Chen Er came over to take a look and said, "Shi Erlang."
Shi Qianqian's second son, who was over thirty and was said to have a reputation for bravery, was now a cold corpse.
What happened after that was simple. On the other side of the hill, a hole was dug to bury the people. The dead war horse was also dragged here by horse and buried.
Li Po was tired and sweating profusely. This guy who destroyed corpses and wiped out traces was too rough...
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