As the saying goes, every inch long is strong; every inch short is dangerous.
The short sword is all about dangerous moves.
Therefore, he is really not very good at charging into battle and catching opponents to fight.
Even though he had practiced martial arts for more than ten years more than Jia Taisui, he had just been knocked away by the halberd of Jia Taisui, who was born with supernatural power, and he was no different from Zhu Ben back then.
However, when it comes to assassinations, even ten Jia Taisui would not be able to match him!
Now, in this chaotic place where crises arise one after another, the short knife in his hand is seen flying up and down. For a moment, it feels like he is in a deserted place.
However, the assassin is still an assassin after all. He has never led an army. He only cares about killing by himself, but ignores the black-clad dead soldiers behind him, who may not be as skilled as him.
When he noticed it, he looked back and found that only a few dead soldiers who were skilled enough could keep up with him. Those who were not skilled enough had probably been dug into a hornet's nest.
When Wolf Xing saw this, his face turned livid.
However, now that the matter has come to this, there is nothing to regret.
As long as you rush to the front and capture Li Changkong, everything will be worth it.
However, when he led a few assassins and rushed in front of Li Changkong, he couldn't help but be stunned when he looked at the scene in front of him.
He saw Zhang Han and Li Changkong riding two tall horses respectively, behind the military formation, looking at him coldly, as if they were looking at a dead person.
"Did King Jing send you here?" Li Changkong asked.
Lang Xing's pupils shrank: "I don't know what you are talking about."
"Death is imminent, but you are still like this. You are a good dog." Li Changkong shook his head and said sarcastically.
"Humph, is that so? In my opinion, I'm afraid it's still unclear who will live and who will die." Lang Xing was observing the distance between himself and Li Changkong.
The rest of the soldiers in Qianlong Camp were all held back by the dead soldiers. There were only about fifty people around Li Changkong and Zhang Han.
Zhang Han and Li Changkong were not skilled in martial arts, so as long as they let him get close, he would be sure to capture them directly!
Li Changkong looked at him like this and didn't know what he was thinking.
But he shook his head, waved the Qianlong Camp Li Ziqi flag in his hand, and shouted loudly: "The two armies on the left and right, charge and kill me!"
On the hillside, Jia Taisui and Zhu Ben, who had been waiting for a long time, saw this and immediately mounted their horses to form a three-army encirclement, surrounding all the dead soldiers.
Seeing this scene, Lang Xing's heart skipped a beat, and a feeling that something bad was going on came to his mind.
Li Changkong wants to catch them all in one fell swoop!
It's over! It's a small thing if they die. It's a big thing if the news can't be spread back!
Once King Jing fails to receive the news, subsequent plans will inevitably be hampered.
The most important thing these days is the information gap!
However..., Lang Xing quietly took a few steps forward, getting closer to Li Changkong.
As long as he can capture Li Changkong, this encirclement will naturally be defeated!
Whoosh!
The body moves at will, and the wolf moves like an arrow from the string, shooting straight towards Li Changkong.
When Li Changkong saw this, he didn't panic at all and shouted: "Spear formation!"
As the name suggests, the spear formation consists of soldiers in the front row holding large shields, while soldiers in the back row hold spears and thrust them out of the shields to achieve the dual purposes of defending themselves and repelling the enemy.
This move was originally reserved by Li Changkong to deal with the Beiyuan cavalry.
Who would have thought that the Beiyuan cavalry didn't see it, but it was a test subject first.
Seeing the spears standing up one after another, Lang Xing snorted coldly and said contemptuously: "You think you can stop me like this?"
Seeing his figure rising like a rabbit but falling like a falcon, he stepped on the spears of the first row of soldiers and flew into the sky.
However, when Li Changkong saw this, the corner of his mouth slightly raised. This was the moment he had been waiting for!
"Change formation! Raise the spear!"
When the fifty Qianlong Camp soldiers heard this, they immediately moved and thrust their spears into the ground with the spear points pointing upward.
At the same time, they all raised their shields, forming an iron barrel.
When Wolf Xing saw this, he was immediately shocked.
No matter how close the distance was, he was still dozens of steps away from Li Changkong.
No matter how good his Qing Gong is, he can't cross such a distance in one step.
He is going to land!
But if you fall on this spear, how can you survive?
He has only practiced martial arts, not immortality.
With no choice, he could only fall on the shield next to the spear.
Unexpectedly, the shield suddenly collapsed.
Lang Xing accidentally fell into the shield formation.
When he reacted and wanted to go out, he found that the top of his head had already been covered by a shield, and long knives were slashing at him from all directions in front of him, behind him, on the left and right sides!
These fifty Qianlong Camp soldiers were specially selected by Li Changkong as his own personal camp.
Armed with three weapons: a sword, a spear, and a shield, he was among the best among the three thousand soldiers in terms of physical fitness and combat proficiency.
Although Lang Xing is a master of assassination, faced with such a dangerous situation, with swords coming from all directions, he had to dodge in all directions, and for a while, he was trapped in a bitter battle.
After a long time, a loud noise came.
Lang Xing rushed out of the battle formation, covered in blood.
One left arm was completely severed, and there were dozens of stab wounds all over his body.
If it weren't for his superb martial arts skills and deep internal strength, ordinary people would have died long ago after suffering such serious injuries.
But even though Langxing was in such a miserable state, he was still smiling.
Holding a knife in his right hand, he looked up to the sky and laughed.
"Li Changkong, Li Changkong, you have countless calculations, but have you ever made it to this point?"
"Although I was severely injured, your military formation has been destroyed!"
"You two are not familiar with martial arts, what can you do to me?"
"I advise you to follow me honestly! There may not be much future in following the prince!" After Lang Xing said this, the meaning of surrender was already clear. As long as you are a smart person, you will not understand.
In his opinion, Li Changkong is a first-class smart person.
But at this moment, the smart man in his eyes still looked at him like a clown.
There was even a scene where Kong was joking with Zhang Han beside him: "Are all assassins so talkative?"
Zhang Han shook his head when he heard this: "Maybe he is the only one who talks so much. If King Jing only has people like this, I'm afraid I will be a little disappointed."
When Lang Xing saw this, he flew into a rage. He used Qing Gong and slashed Li Changkong's neck with the short knife in his hand.
However, before he got halfway, a silver halberd flew towards him and swept him away.
boom!
The wolf rushed forward faster and came back even faster. Like a cannonball, it was hit to the ground hard.
Jia Taisui walked over from the side and sneered: "Do you think I don't exist?"
"You...aren't you, the three armies are encircling you?" Lang Xing's mouth was bleeding. He was seriously injured, and now he received a full blow from Jia Taisui, and he was already dying.
"It takes so long to surround you bunch of bastards?" Jia Taisui scoffed even more.
Assassins are assassins, and dead soldiers are dead soldiers. No matter how well-trained they are, they are still unorganized and undisciplined, and cannot be compared with the regular army.
Encirclement can be left to the adjutant, and he doesn't even need to take action at all.
"Don't talk nonsense, capture him and let the military doctors treat him. I have something to ask." Li Changkong said.