He wasn't stupid either. He had learned a lot while fighting Wu Shaoyi. It was probably He Chunhua, that bitch, who had done something behind his back that inspired Wu Shaoyi and Pei Xinyong to join forces to deal with him.
Wu Shaoyi had an old grudge with him and could not withstand provocation, so this estrangement plan was easy to pull off.
Lu Yao pointed to the mountainside of the West Road: "Chase! Once you catch up, you will be killed without mercy, except for the dog officer!"
He laughed ferociously: "The dog officer will be left to me."
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Suddenly there was light between heaven and earth.
Sweating down, He Lingchuan rubbed his eyes and suddenly noticed Dongfang Xiwei.
Today's first ray of morning light hit the mountain wall and also shone on him.
He Lingchuan gasped and couldn't believe that his group of thirty or so people had survived another hour relying on more than a dozen broken cars!
No, there are no more than thirty people, there are only nine left. Even the seriously injured ones cannot leave.
The long knife in his hand was still bleeding, both from the gangsters and from his own soldiers.
Seeing the brothers fall one after another, a soldier took advantage of everyone's unpreparedness and quietly retreated to the rear, got on his horse, and tried to escape.
When Zhao Qinghe saw this, he yelled angrily and pulled him off the horse.
He Lingchuan came from behind, didn't listen to his excuse, and chopped off the man's head with one knife!
When we meet on a narrow road, the brave wins.
If deserters are not killed, there will be no brave men.
Sure enough, when the human skull rolled to the ground, the atmosphere on the field was different. The officers and soldiers looked at He Lingchuan with eyes full of awe. But there was no sadness or joy in his heart, so he raised his knife and went to kill the enemy again.
After Lu Yao had gathered Wu Shaoyi's old troops, he naturally pulled them over to pursue the officers and soldiers, but was stopped halfway up the mountain by He Lingchuan and others.
This is a terrain carefully planned by He Lingchuan. As long as the vehicle formation is there, no matter how large the bandit army is, only the twenty or thirty people in front can exert force, and all the people behind will be blocked.
It is precisely because of this that the thieves' attack has reached an unprecedented intensity.
The car couldn't be moved, so the gangsters tried to split it open.
After all, there is no shortage of strong men in the team.
Unexpectedly, the He family's food and clothing are all about luxury, low-key and connotation. This is reflected in the fact that the materials used in the carriage are particularly solid. The base is made of old mahogany from the knife mountain. It is first soaked in potion and then sharpened. There are more than a dozen processes before and after, and it is chopped with an ordinary sword.
There is only a small chip, and it will get stuck easily if you try to pull it back out.
The panels are even protected from wildfires.
After all, they were supposed to carry the He family's rich belongings for a thousand or two thousand miles, so how could they not be strong?
Even if the horses pulling the cart become tired and lame, nothing will happen to them.
The gangsters were about to shed tears when they chopped down such a carriage. What's more, He Lingchuan and others were not vegetarians. How could they be allowed to chop at will and enjoy themselves?
Therefore, the gangsters had to use an ax in one hand and a shield in the other. They usually used the shield to block the hail of bullets and arrows fired from the gaps in the carriage, so that they could chop a few axes when they had time.
There are also smart people here. When they saw that the resistance of the officers and soldiers was too fierce, they simply waved their axes for show, just sharpening them and not daring to actually chop them, so the efficiency was really low.
Lu Yao was furious, and after teaching a few of his men a lesson, he simply grabbed the giant ax and used it himself.
He has great strength and can chop cars much faster than his subordinates, but when swinging an ax, it is easy to expose an empty door.
In fact, he had body-protecting Qi and was not afraid of Wu Shaoyi at all, but when he encountered the officers and soldiers stabbing him randomly with their spears, he was very afraid.
There is no other reason, these officers and soldiers carry Yuan Power with them!
Yuanli only destroys the opponent's true power and supernatural powers, unless the opponent also has Yuanli to compete with it.
Lu Yao was furious in his heart. If the Holy Master was still there, they could also use Yuan Power. How could this toy-like obstacle and these weak chicken-like officers and soldiers be his combined enemy?
As the anger value increases, the attack power also increases.
When the first car formation was about to be chopped down, He Lingchuan quickly ordered: "Withdraw the second formation!"
Yes, he imitated the battle in the dream and took advantage of the time when Lu Yao had subdued the remnants of the Wu bandits to build the second and third heavy vehicle formations.
They were able to crawl over with ease, but when the gangsters smashed the first heavy vehicle formation and Lu Yao took the lead in pushing away the broken vehicle and rushing past, Qiqi was dumbfounded:
Why is there another weight?
So again and again.
He Lingchuan commanded well, and the officers and soldiers regarded him as their backbone. He personally went into battle and did not forget to cheer up everyone, and the car formation did greatly reduce the pressure on his own side... Only then can he barely hold on until now.
Of course, the soldier's head he chopped off with his own hands also stopped the others from thinking of escaping.
Only by combining kindness and power can we win over people's hearts.
But when the east dawned, this third-level vehicle formation could no longer hold on.
Due to insufficient resources at hand, the officers and soldiers built the third vehicle array using villagers' oxen and carriages. Different grades and quality, the villagers' vehicles are not as durable as the He family's, and are much thinner and brittle.
Some carriage carriages were even covered with only a thin layer of wood, and the cutting of corners was so blatant that the bandits shot through them with one shot, almost making a bloody hole in Maotao's arm.
He was so frightened that he shrank his hands and said to He Lingchuan: "Young Master, I can't stand it anymore!"
Zeng Feixiong had clearly told him and Zhao Qinghe to take charge of the battle, but for some reason, the command had already passed to He Lingchuan.
Driven by Lu Yao, the short and agile gangsters climbed over like wild monkeys and fought hand to hand with everyone.
There were corpses scattered on the ground, including those of gangsters and officers and soldiers.
Beating like this, it was a familiar rhythm to He Lingchuan again.
Across the carriage, Lu Yao's scarlet eyes stared at him: "You'd better run quickly! When I catch up, I will chop off the heads of your father and son and use them as wine flasks!"
He Lingchuan touched his head, looked at the red sun on the top of the mountain in the east, and sighed: "Mount your horse and retreat!"
Unlike in the dream, this time he did not intend to cling to the last moment.
Dreams are dreams, reality is reality.
In dreams, one can be passionate and passionate, but in reality, one cannot be resurrected after death.
Finally, they were told to retreat! The officers and soldiers breathed a long sigh of relief, almost with tears in their eyes, and hurriedly got on their horses. The magician in the team ran up five feet along the way, squatted down, put his hands on the ground, and began to mutter something.
Under Zhao Qinghe's coordination, everyone's energy was transferred to him.
The light on the magician's body suddenly became intense.
Immediately afterwards, ice began to form on the ground where he was pressing, all the way down.
Yes, even if He Lingchuan wanted to retreat, he would have to create some more trouble for his opponent.
"Hurry up, hurry up!" He Lingchuan kept urging, "This is the lakeside, the water vapor is very strong, we should go faster!"
Seeing that the car formation was about to break up, the sweat on his back became even more intense.
"My real power is limited, that's all..." The magician gritted his teeth. His magic was practiced to kill people, not to pave the way!
Real power is limited? He Lingchuan was awakened by him, immediately took something out of his arms and stuffed it into his mouth: "Can this thing be used?"
It was a dark green Xuan Jing.
At the critical moment, it was he who hoped that Mr. He would have the goods.