The masters of Tongmai who had defeated Shi Baizhang last time were sitting on the city, looking at the Tatars in the distance.
It's just that this time, unlike the last time, the city has a lot more defensive weapons - golden juice.
Whoever uses it knows it, and everyone agrees with it after using it.
The ancients were not stupid. They were willing to add the word "gold" to it, which shows that they valued it.
Boil it in a big pot, and the aroma will spread far and wide.
Anyway, on top of the city wall, none of the heroines who appeared last time showed up this time. They were all doing embroidery at home.
"If I had known this, I should have had gold juice last time." Old Man Hu thought about his silly granddaughter and couldn't help but say.
"Last time they were just a group of bandits, but this time they are Donglu. They are famous for their bows and arrows. It is said that when they are close to ten steps, they can hit people's eyes and faces. Except for a few masters of horizontal training here, others can't resist it.
Such a hard bow." Xiong Laoer said.
"That's right, their most elite man is called White Fang La. He is wearing triple armor and is not as good as a sword or a gun. It will still take some effort for us to fight, but even the heavy armor can't protect against this hot golden juice."
It comes with armor sundering, which is its power.
A vat of scalding golden juice can easily kill several white teeth. Are you afraid?
This golden juice is a kind of deterrent, so that the enemy does not dare to invest elite troops.
"Yes, yes, just to be on the safe side, this stuff is good." Zhu Lao San sniffed and took a deep breath with some aftertaste.
Everyone quietly stayed away from this guy.
He is the only one with a unique taste, and this taste is the best.
At this time, General Tonghui came over to greet these knights...
"The robbers are wreaking havoc in the surrounding areas, and not a single blade of grass grows. They are even worse than the bandits last time. The Commander-in-Chief hopes that you can follow the example of last time, attack the bandits in the middle of the night, and let them retreat early. There will be heavy retribution afterwards." The guard said enthusiastically.
"Well, the Tatars won't stay long, we just have to wait and see them leave." Xiong Laoer shook his head.
"But the Tatars have robbed many young and strong women, and there will be no one to farm in the coming year." The guard is also a shrewd person, knowing that it is useless to talk about other things, so he just talks about the most important thing.
"It doesn't matter. There are still so many homeless beggars in the city. Just let them out next year and rent the land to them for farming." Xiong Laoer still refused.
What a joke, those are elite soldiers, not comparable to those rogue thieves who can be easily killed.
If dozens of elite soldiers shoot with strong bows together, they will be in trouble.
The bandits don't have that many good bows.
It takes at least three years for an archer to become powerful. The easiest way for rogues to form is the mounted infantry - because those who can ride a horse have a higher chance of survival.
"But they are also robbing craftsmen. Without the blacksmiths and carpenters, it will be inconvenient for you, right?" the guard continued.
"It doesn't matter, there are a lot of craftsmen in the city, and if they disappear outside, they will be gone." Xiong Laoer looked down on those craftsmen, they were just their slaves.
People are so awkward, they obviously can't live without something, but they still despise it.
This is not a contradiction, like a chamber pot.
"Can……"
"Stop it, go back and tell your commander-in-chief to keep guarding the city and think less about other things. The Taozi will naturally leave when they have robbed enough and are full." Xiong Laoer scolded.
The guard was angry in his heart, but he knew that these people could not afford to offend him.
They are powerful and have deep roots.
To put it bluntly, if he dared to offend, he might have his head taken off that night.
After all, this is not the time of prosperity. The court has the energy to suppress it, and there are rich people and people.
There is already too much chaos in the world, and the imperial court is exhausted and unable to restrain these local tyrants.
He had no choice but to turn around and go back to report to the commander-in-chief.
"Huh, these rubbish, they dare not go out of the city to fight in the field, but they have to count on us. Without us, this city might not have been saved last time!" Xiong Laoer said disdainfully.
"Well, it's better to show some respect to the commander-in-chief." Old Tiger waited for the guard to leave before saying, "He still has two thousand battalions that can fight. Without us, those bandits can't break the city."
"Do you want us to go out and fight?"
"When the Tatars are about to leave, go out and grab some treasures and the woman comes back, that's all."
"Boss Tiger is still smart."
"Just fall from a distance."
"Hey, look at the Tatars in chaos!" Someone suddenly pointed in the distance and said.
Everyone hurriedly looked at it, and after seeing it, they suddenly took in a lot of cold air - no, it was gold air.
I saw six men and eighteen horses standing outside the Tatar tent in the distance.
A hail of arrows came.
Someone hit him with a palm, and those arrows turned around in the air and shot back!
"This is, this is an innate master who has reached the perfect state!" Old Man Hu is knowledgeable.
After all, there is a congenital master in the city who never takes action and only talks about tricks.
After the arrows fell back, the camp was in chaos.
Because there were only three of them, and they did not set up wooden shields in time, many unarmored young men and servants died in a short time.
The soldiers had armor, but their losses were slight.
But it was also a chaos.
"Is this humanly possible?"
The expert on the wall felt hot in his heart.
This is the supreme force in martial arts, one man is the enemy!
Then they saw the master of the palm, his figure fluttering, rushing directly towards the camp.
Arrows were shot randomly, but they fell one after another within three feet.
The tent is not a city wall, it is only about two meters high.
This is already a very standard camping, at least there are very few field soldiers in the Great Yan Army who can do this.
After a moment, the master landed on the camp wall.
His figure was ghostly and difficult to see clearly, and he stepped over the heads of the defenders.
Every time you step on one, one bursts, like an opened watermelon...
Everyone looked at the Tatar camp from a distance with great eyes, just like a village, without any resistance.
"Fire the arrows, let the arrows go!" Some people still refused to give up and were still shouting.
But those powerful arrows can only kill their own people.
The master didn't stick to one place, he stepped on it for a while and then drifted to another place.
He never falls to the ground.
Someone tried desperately to catch him, but they only caught a ball of air, without any effort at all!
More people wanted to rush over and die together, but the other party just dodged away.
"This, this is Gangqi body protection!" Old Man Hu said in shock.
This is the necessary martial art to deal with large armies.
Without this, experts like them would not be able to benefit if they were caught in a tight siege.
The opponent can let the dead soldiers catch them and then shoot them with heavy arrows.
This is the way of fighting in the army, with human lives at stake.
"How much energy does he have? How long can he last?" someone asked doubtfully.
The answer came quickly.
After the master killed more than 400 people, he drifted away.
There was a hail of arrows behind him, more like a farewell!
"It's so, so terrible!"
"The last time I rode on horseback to kill those helpless thieves, I only killed more than three hundred, and my hands and feet became weak from exhaustion. This man killed all elite warriors with his bare hands!
"
Everyone was shocked.
"Do I know who he is?" a meridians expert suddenly said.
"Who is it?" everyone asked.
"That is the leader of the Demon Sect, Quan Tianyi! It is said that he is number one in the world by default, and the top masters of several major sects do not deny this. He is famous for his long-lasting true energy and inexhaustible consumption. He once competed with five of his peers.
In the battle, the opponent was exhausted and fled in panic, but he was safe and sound."
"So that's it. This is an innate master. He has constant energy and is invulnerable to ordinary soldiers. When will we reach this state?" Someone said enviously.
"It's impossible. Our martial arts skills are too poor and our qualifications are not enough. We can't train to be innate."
"The bottom line is there aren't that many good medicines to supplement."
