On the other hand, Wu Zhi's weapons and equipment were an order of magnitude lower than his opponent's.
In addition to the flower monk Lu Zhishen holding a sixty-two-pound water-milled Zen staff.
The others, like Shi Qian, a flea on a drum, and the living Shanpo Wang Dingliu, all carried only a simple sword weighing more than ten kilograms and came to the front of the two armies.
When Wanyan Zonghan saw the fierce generals sent by Wu Zhi to fight, a look of contempt suddenly appeared on his face.
Because in his eyes, all those who are strong in battle are big-bodied, round-waisted, and physically strong.
But at this time, looking at the three people sent by the other party, except for the monk who barely met this requirement, the other two were just make-up.
Moreover, the weapons used by the two of them were also very ordinary.
He doesn't even have the slightest authority as a warrior.
For such an ordinary person, not to mention the three warriors in the army he just called out, even if he were to play in person, he would still be sure to fight against the three opponents.
Although at this time, Wanyan Zonghan was already sure of victory.
But he still came to the three murderous sergeants he had just selected and whispered a few words to them.
What they were told was nothing more than asking them to show some mercy when fighting with the opponent and not to hack the opponent to death directly.
Just knock the opponent's weapon away or knock the opponent down.
Don't hurt the other person's life unless necessary.
Wanyan Zonghan's move was not because he was now afraid of the group on the opposite side, but because he did not want to cause unnecessary trouble to their Dajin Army.
Because at this time, what he was thinking about the most was to escort the grain and grass he had just snatched from the Liao Army sergeants back to the camp as soon as possible.
And strive not to leak any information during this process.
Because only in this way can we force the Daliao soldiers away from here without offending this god of plague, thereby avoiding a lose-lose situation with the Daliao soldiers.
If the three warriors in his army accidentally injure or kill all three of them, then the feud will probably end there.
At that time, the group of people who call themselves the Beggar Clan may have a decisive battle to the death with them.
At that time, no matter whether they win or lose this battle, it will run counter to their purpose of coming out this time.
Therefore, after careful consideration, Wanyan Zonghan still planned to use this relatively mild method to deal with the matter at hand.
And these three warriors in the army selected by Wanyan Zonghan were fighting against Lu Zhishen on the battlefield.
Although their moves are wild and domineering, and extremely powerful.
But the murderous intent displayed was not much.
As a result, some killing moves become a bit nondescript when one's hands are tied.
On the other hand, Lu Zhishen, Shi Qian, Wang Dingliu and others became more and more successful as they fought.
The Pu Dao Zen stick in his hand was flying up and down, waving it lively.
Six people from both sides fought together.
For a moment, it turned out to be inextricable.
As for the soldiers of the Great Jin Kingdom, they are very martial in nature.
At this moment, when I saw such a wonderful weapon fight right in front of me, I was so excited that I even forgot to cheer.
His two eyes were staring straight at the six people in the battle circle, his fists clenched.
At the same time, they also secretly strengthened their hearts for their brothers.
On the other hand, Wu Zhi's group, at this moment, their eyes, like Sergeant Dajin's, were staring closely at the six people in the battle circle.
But while they cheered from time to time, they would move forward cautiously.
Now move one step, now move half a step.
Half an hour passed.
Wu Zhi and his group were already less than thirty meters away from the soldiers of the Kingdom of Jin who were pretending to be Shuibo Liangshan heroes.
Suddenly, Lu Zhishen, who was in the battle circle, shouted loudly.
Then he waved his Zen staff and forced the two people fighting with him back several steps.
Immediately afterwards, he turned his head and glanced back, and Wu Zhi also responded in a timely manner and gave Lu Zhishen a code.
The reason why Lu Zhishen just played a friendly match with the opponent without a winner was because of the arrival of this moment.
At this time, he saw that his eldest brother finally gave him the news.
My heart suddenly felt extremely relaxed.
Even the moves on his hands were much faster than before.
Moves such as sweeping across the mountains and splitting Huashan with force are extremely ordinary.
But at this moment, Lu Zhishen's envoy came out, but he was both steady and swift, and extremely ruthless.
The three people on the opposite side became more and more horrified.
Obviously just now, he could still fight with the three men in front of him, back and forth, with no outcome.
Why did the momentum of those three people suddenly increase so much?
Could it be that he was stimulated by something?
Or could it be said that the three people on the opposite side have been hiding their strength since the fight started?
So why do you suddenly stop pretending now?
Could it be that all of this is a conspiracy of the other party?
When the three Golden Kingdom warriors thought of this, their faces all changed color.
In a state of panic, the moves in his hands frequently showed flaws.
Lu Zhishen, on the other hand, spotted a flaw, stepped forward, and with one strike, he disemboweled the absent-minded Jin Kingdom warrior standing in front of him.
The ear-piercing screams immediately resounded in front of the two armies.
Together with the other two Jin warriors who were still desperately resisting, they were also shocked.
But just like that, another burst of white light flashed through.
Lu Zhishen's water-milled Zen staff sliced off the head of a Jin soldier who was dodging with his sword.
When Wang Dingliu and Shi Qian saw that Lu Zhishen killed two Jin warriors in the blink of an eye, their fighting spirit surged in their hearts.
At this moment, they all waved their swords and rushed towards the only Jin soldier left in the battle circle.
Of these two people, one attacked and the other attacked.
The moves may seem chaotic, but you can vaguely see the swordsmanship of the two men when they attack.
And the warrior of the Great Jin Kingdom, after experiencing the tragic death of two of his companions, had long lost the will to fight in his heart.
At this time, facing the attack from the two men, other than running away, there was no longer any thought in his mind to continue to resist.
This does not mean that this warrior of the Kingdom of Jin is greedy for life and afraid of death.
But the situation on the battlefield has greatly exceeded his expectations.
Just when the ominous premonition in his heart was getting stronger and stronger, Shi Qian's extremely tricky knife struck directly at the back of the Golden Kingdom warrior.
But with a flash of white light, the shining sword in Shi Qian's hand was dyed red by the blood of the warrior of the Golden Kingdom.