The Jurchen cavalry formed a scattered cavalry, and kept shooting and killing the animals around it, while also consuming the javelin with the largest but limited number of animals.

After several rounds, there was not even a decent wounded cavalry, but nearly 200 people were killed or injured in Shengfan.

It's more like a joke than a battle.

There were more than 600 infantry under Li Luo's command not in battle, but were just watching the cavalry performance. He looked at the fallen tribe members, but no one of them had achieved success, and his eyes were so angry that they turned red.

He rushed to the cavalry closest to him and threw the bone gun hard, but the cavalry opened the distance as soon as he rode his horse and turned around and shot arrows at him.

Lai Yu was almost shot, and he could only stop.

It was not until this time that Laihe realized that this battle could not be fought at all. If he could not beat the opponent, his clan members would almost use their guns. If he did not retreat, his clan members would have to be broken here.

"Oh...yohohohohohohoho!"

Lai Yu shouted about breaking through, raised his iron knife and took the lead in breaking eastward. About three hundred people roared with red eyes and rang in unison, and ran into them like a rush.

The dozen surrounding cavalrymen in the east immediately dispersed their way, stretched their horses to distance themselves, and then joined forces with other cavalrymen.

Hu Gu gathered the horse team again and began to chase the remnants of Shengfan who were retreating east. Shengfan ran fast barefoot, but the cavalrymen were catching up with their team, constantly shooting arrows, and all the way were Shengfan's corpses.

After running down from two miles, more than a hundred Shengfans were shot and killed while running away.

Laihe stopped suddenly, whistled to the sky, his voice full of sorrow and anger.

The remaining more than a hundred heroes stopped together, roared wildly and rushed towards Hugu's horse team.

This is about to die together.

Hu Gu smiled and turned his head when he gestured. The horse team also turned to retreat, but he still kept a moderate distance from Shengfan. Moreover, all the cavalry kept turning back and shooting arrows.

This is the benefit of Li Luo recruiting Jurchen soldiers for his own use. If an ordinary Han child wanted to train such a cavalry, it would take two or three years. Unlike these Jurchens who could use it if they were recruited.

Shengfan rose up and bravely fought back against the horse-chasing team, but how could he catch up? Not only that, the feathers still shot like locusts, taking away the lives of the tribesmen.

Sheng Fan spent his energy chasing more than two miles. Not only did he not chase a cavalry, but he was shot and killed dozens of people.

Even the patriarch Lai Yu died of several arrows. It was not until before his death that Lai Yu knew why the Chuma tribe could not meet. The Chuma tribe must have encountered these terrifying Han warriors like him.

The remaining hundreds of life stopped, and they were all exhausted, with fear and confusion on their faces. God, what kind of battle is this?

Hu Gu's horse team had used up all arrows at this time. Of course, depending on the status of the Shengfan, it was time to use the cavalry's swords and guns to deal with them.

"Kill!" Hu Gu shot out the last arrow and drew out the Japanese sword.

"Clang clang..." Dozens of Japanese swords were pulled out, reflecting the cold light of the setting sun.

This is the first time that the fishbone tribe has seen the swords of Han people. The brilliance and beauty of these swords are like divine objects in their eyes.

Rumble~

After the horse team took advantage of this distance to accelerate, it was like a huge arrow to tear open the remaining team of the ranks, and one by one was knocked away, and the Japanese sword brought a rain of blood.

The team of hundreds of people was penetrated in the blink of an eye, and dozens of people were killed in one encounter. However, none of the horse team lost.

The remaining life was truly attacked by cavalry for the first time.

"Oh!"

The last few dozen life erupted like a wolf howl and rushed towards the horse team with simple weapons.

Hu Gu sighed inwardly, he knew he could not kill anymore, otherwise the infantry would not even have some soup.

"Go back to the formation!" Hu Gu rode his horse back.

Dozens of life caught up with each other wildly, like moths flying into a flame.

"Personal Guard, kill!" Li Luo waved his hand and gave the last piece of meat to Yan Jun and other personal guards.

Yan Jun and others immediately met in iron armor. Zhang Lian, a veteran of the Song army, was also panicked, and there were not many generations! He had no armor, so he rushed forward by himself with the Japanese knife given by Li Luo.

"Puchi...Puchi!"

"Crack scramble..."

"Oh!"

The sound of the Japanese sword entering the flesh, the clanging sound of iron armor, and the decisive howling of life were intertwined into a piece, accompanied by the continuous shooting of blood and the broken limbs that flew into the sky, it was like a Shura field.

If you are brave, you will be brave. You can face your personal guards who are wearing iron armor, holding sharp weapons, and have been trained for a long time.

A bone spear of the genus was stabbed on Yan Jun's body but broke into two pieces. At the same time, he was cut off by Yan Jun's head.

Yan Tong cut off a Shengfan's weapon with one knife, and he continued to cut into Shengfan's head with endless strength.

Zhang Lian, who had no armor, actually had the tendency of a fierce general. He held a knife in one hand and was too sharp to bear. He was extremely skilled in fighting skills. He easily killed three new generations in a row, and he was not injured. If he had armor on his body, would that be great?

"This person is available!" Li Luo immediately saw Lie Xinxiong.

In a blink of an eye, the battle scene became quiet. The last sixty years left by the cavalry were also killed.

The guards suffered no losses except for the minor injuries on the faces of the three of them. They were a complete victory.

Zhang Lian killed three life fans alone, which was the most popular.

However, the performance of the students did teach the field camp a lesson, which made them think of the heroic spirit of the children who flew into the flames whenever they were afraid on the battlefield.

This is the biggest gain in the war with Shengfan: the courage to die.

Li Luo later recasted the Chinese Bushidao, which also started by cultivating the "spirit of death".

But the state of "death of death" is not perfect. The most perfect state is "living towards death". From daring to pride in sacrifice, from pursuing death as a great thing, to pursuing death as a common thing.

During this battle, the people who came to watch the battle were filled with joy, especially many passionate young people, who shouted on the spot to be a military officer.

In a row, he wiped out thousands of life and rescued thousands of people. Li Luo's prestige soared to an unparalleled height in just half a day.

With General Li, they will never be massacred by Shengfan again.

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At night, Jurchen immigrants on the beach also came to the village and were accepted by various households, which was considered a temporary residence.

The Jurchens had long been sinicized, and the Jin Dynasty had long been destroyed. In the eyes of the Han people in the south, the Jurchen immigrants were no different from the Han people in the north.

Li Luo, Cui Xiuning, and Yan Duo all lived in the largest house in the village, and night guards were arranged outside the courtyard.

In addition, alerts were arranged on the periphery of the entire immigration area.

Li Luo and Cui Xiuning talked with Yan Duo for a while, then returned to the room arranged for him.

This house was originally from Wu Zhenlou, the head of Gurong Village. Although it is simple, it is not shabby.

There is no couch or kang in this room, no table or table, only beds and tables and chairs.

Speaking of which, this was the first time when the two of them came to the Yuan Dynasty that they saw beds, tables and chairs.

"There is finally a chair."

Choi Xiuning sat down on a mahogany chair.

In the view of Li Luo, who understands literature and history, the interior style of Goryeo is similar to that of Sui and Tang dynasties, while the style of the Wuzhenlou house is similar to that of Song and Ming dynasties.

Li Luo prefers the Sui and Tang styles. In the past six months, he has also been used to sitting (kneeling) and does not like sitting on chairs very much.

How smart were the ancient Chinese (before the Tang Dynasty)? How could they not even invent chairs?

It's absolutely impossible.

The only explanation is that at that time, the Chinese people regarded sitting upright (kneeling) as the beauty of etiquette and thought that sitting high (sitting on chairs) was not polite. To put it bluntly, they looked down on sitting on chairs.

Indeed, the feeling of sitting (kneeling) on ​​the ground has a restrained and thrilling tension, a subtle and resolute posture, which is soft on the outside and hard on the inside, which seems to be quiet but actually moving, as if it can rise up at any time.

On the contrary, when sitting on a chair, I always feel loose, careless, lazy, and crooked. Without the implicit and restrained tension, I will no longer have the momentum of perseverance.

Therefore, people who like to sit on chairs will become more and more lazy and more casual, as if they are moving but actually quiet.

So Li Luo did not sit on the chair, but was sitting on the bed very pretentiously.

"What are you doing? You don't even sit on a chair now?" Cui Xiuning said inconsolably.
Chapter completed!