After all, Wu Ju was a serious general of Jingzhou. Even though he was not an outstanding figure, he was very good at leading troops to defend the city, so that the barbarian army besieged Guangxin for more than a month. Now Bu Zhi said that he could break the city overnight was really unbelievable.

Among the Shi brothers, Shiwu was responsible for military affairs for a long time. Although his experience was limited to the conquest of the barbarians of Jiaozhou, he had heard many stories of fierce battles in the Central Plains through the retelling of the travelers. When Bu Zhi participated in the attack on Guangxin, he happened to lead his troops to attack the counties around Guangxin, but he never witnessed it. So he followed Bu Zhi curiously, intending to see the performance of the elite troops in Jiangdong.

Generally speaking, even the allies are not so close to the observation and use troops. But Bu Zhi has a good temper and smiles at Shiwu and says, "Why, does my brother want to act with our army?"

Shiwu touched his beard and said politely: "I have loved dancing with swords and guns since I was a child, so my brother often assigned me to lead the troops. Unfortunately, I have not made much progress in many years. So I want to join Zishan to join the formation, so as to see the victory of Jiangdong and learn some skills. I wonder if it is feasible?"

A few days ago, Shiwu could not say such words. Today, the Jingzhou army came south with more than 3,000 people, and defeated Lipu, Mengling and other places where heavy troops were hoarded. It was unstoppable and there was no obstacle at all. This made him understand how sharp the powerful soldiers in the northern powers were. Therefore, he wanted to figure out what the elite soldiers of the Wushou in Jiangdong were supposed to be? Can the Wuhou rely on him to fight against Xuandegong?

Bu Zhi laughed: "In this way, if I can't win this battle, I'll be very ashamed!"

"It will not be, it will not be. If there are such elite troops in Jiangdong, you will definitely succeed."

Bu Zhi nodded.

"I'm not bragging about myself, this martial arts shooting official is indeed an elite army in Jiangdong. Although there are only more than a thousand people, they dare to be the enemy." As he said that, he made an invitation gesture to Shiwu: "Let's join the formation to watch."

"Wu She Li" is an honorary title. In fact, it is not an official, but an elite soldier under the tent of the Marquis of Wu. In the past, Wu Hou crossed the river with his brother, and studied in Qu'a while recruiting knights and disciples. Later, he became the chief of Yangxian and was appointed as an official with the brave and good fighting among the servants, so he was named Wu She Li Li.

For more than ten years, the initial group of Wushou officials have been promoted to the backbone of the army, but this unit named Wushou officials has always preserved the equipment and treatment of the soldiers. The reason why Shi Xie was determined to attack Cangwu was because Jiangdong sent Wushou officials to help, which shows his determination.

At this time, Bu Zhi invited him to join the formation, Shi Wu was energetic and walked closer to watch.

Although their clothing and equipment, although called Martial Arts, were not only equipped with arrows. These soldiers wore uniform armor, iron helmets, and leaned against hooks or wooden shields in front of their legs. Half of them held head knives and longbows on their backs, while the other half held longbows and knives hanging around their waists. Looking closely, many people also had short knives and halberds on their waists.

Obviously, they are all good at multiple weapons at the same time. According to the development of the war, weapons can be replaced at any time. It is not easy for ordinary soldiers to do this, not to mention that they are in the same posture as dozens or hundreds of people holding bows and swords, and they have definitely undergone very strict training.

All of these soldiers were brave and fierce. Shiwu was experienced warriors. When they were intertwined with their eyes, they felt that their murderous aura was rising and they were extremely fierce.

Shiwu felt a stern. He stopped and watched the Wusheguan's formation. He saw everyone in a dense array, facing Guangxin City.

It was late at night, and countless pine and open torches were held high in the queue of thousands of people, attracting attention. Moreover, the mobilization of troops inevitably caused the camp to be restless. At this time, there was a reaction in Guangxin City. Many defenders were clamoring for the city. Under the flames at the top of the city, some people began to point in this direction.

"Zishan, we have already discovered our movements in the city." Shiwu couldn't help but say.

Bu Zhi nodded slightly but did not answer. After a while, he asked, "Mr. Yan Wei must be watching the battle behind him, right?"

"Natural." Shiwu thought Bu Zhi was ready to take action, so he hurriedly said, "Brother is watching the battle in the Central Army, and also sent people to prepare some fine gifts. If Zishan can break the city, there will be rewards on the spot!"

"Haha." Bu Zhi ordered the young soldier who was half a step behind, "You can do it now."

The young soldier draws his sword.

In the Wushu official team, several soldiers blew horns loudly.

Bu Zhi quietly moved a few steps to the side.

Shi Wu suddenly realized something was wrong and subconsciously reached out and pressed the knife.

"Zishan, what are you going to do?"

"Guangxin City is ahead, not behind?"

The young soldier leaned forward, held a long sword in his hands and stabbed upwards. The tip of the knife stabbed in Shiwu's chest, pierced through the skin and bones in one go, and penetrated from the back of his neck. Because the trachea was cut off, Shiwu couldn't make a sound and could only struggle wildly, leading the long sword that was cut into his body left and right.

The waterfall-like blood flowed down the ridge of the knife and went to the young soldier's hands, soaking his sleeves, and then flowing to the ground.

The young soldier poked out his left hand and grabbed Shiwu's hair bun, and drew his sword with his right hand. He whispered in Shiwu's ear: "The one who killed you is Sun Shuwu in Wujun!"

This young man was the rising star in the Sun clan, Sun Huan, the son of Sun He, the powerful general of the Central Army.

The warm wind blew gently, and the spring in Jiaozhou was warm. Sun Huan cut off the head of Shiwu with his sword, and the murderous aura in the army soared into the sky. In the northwest, there was a faint sound of shouting.

Dozens of people beside Sun Huan acted together, and dozens of swords slashed Xiang Shiwu's entourage. The entourages were killed almost instantly, but one of them was hit by two and had one stabbed in his eyes, but he was not dead. He screamed and rolled around the ground.

Sun Huan raised his sword and pointed it, and someone immediately finished it, taking his life.

In the Shishi camp in the rear, many people were looking at the military situation and thought they could see their old rival Wu Ju give him the title. Who knew that the situation suddenly changed and the killing happened in front of them?

"What's going on?"

"Murdered! Murdered!"

"Don't panic, don't squeeze! Light the torch and let me see clearly!"

"What do you think? Shi Nanhai was killed! Not good!"

Countless soldiers in the camp, including followers, disciples, and barbarians, wandering and stumble.

Thousands of Jiangdongwu Shooting officials turned around together, and the dense formation remained unchanged, but the direction of the assault became the Shishi's camp!

Half of them set their bows on the spot, and arrows and rain came out overwhelmingly.

The people watching the battle in front of Shishi Camp fell to the ground in batches of arrows, like weeds cut by sickles. A few of them reacted quickly, lying on the spot and rolling down, using their companions' bodies as cover, or trying to close the gate and overwhelm the rain of arrows. Then the sound of fighting swept over, and hundreds of swords swung wildly, cutting them into meat paste. Hundreds of warriors in the armor seemed to be crazy beasts, breaking through the gate and towards the depth of the camp, where Shixie was located.

"The people of Jiangdong have rebelled! Welcoming the enemy! Welcoming the enemy!"

The people in the camp were caught off guard and did not gradually react until hundreds of people died in one breath.
Chapter completed!