People who are not of my race must have different hearts. People are always instinctively wary of heretics, even if that heretic was a young man who fought alongside them not long ago.
They were not used to being stand-by spectators, but just the aftermath of the fighting on the ruins of the inn was enough to kill them, and the fight between demons did not allow mortals like them to interfere.
Wei Changpan, who was thrown several feet away by Wu Erlang, stood up and picked up half a piece of wood from the ruins, which was as tall as a person and as thick as the mouth of a bowl, and threw it towards the former. The sound of the howling wind was like the city wall of a border town towering into the clouds.
The flying arrows fired from the custom-made bed crossbow were powerful enough to nail a heavy cavalryman wearing dozens of kilograms of forged steel armor to the ground, including both men and horses.
This was a physical strength far superior to that of a bear, a tiger, and the power inspired by the secret technique turned the young man into a human-shaped bed crossbow.
Anyone else, Su Qilian, would not have the slightest doubt that someone could survive under this half piece of wood, but the King of Xiaoyaoshan standing in front of them already had too many unbelievable things, and he would not be surprised if there was one more thing today.
.
Sure enough, the half piece of wood, which weighed more than a hundred kilograms, was blocked by Wu Erlang with his arms crossed in front of his chest. Even so, his figure was still taken a few steps back.
This was Takejiro's first defensive position after the operation. The only remaining Takefu's instinct told him that he could no longer resist with his physical strength, otherwise he would suffer irreparable damage from similar attacks in front of him. This was indeed the case.
The two powerful arms made a slight crunching sound while blocking the half piece of wood. There must have been cracks on the overburdened bones.
It was almost dawn based on time, and Su Qilian still didn't see the white line in the east that should have been revealed long ago. The layer of clouds that silently covered the bright moon and stars hindered their senses.
If time passes much faster than they expected, those retreating cavalry...
"There are more than a hundred cavalry, and they still have less than five or six miles to go at most." Zhang Gu, who was lying on the ground listening, looked livid when he got up.
The Jinzhou military attaché who was still alive immediately separated two people to carry the injured in the cellar again. As the middle-aged man who was the innkeeper, they no longer had the energy to save him. Maybe the Suzhou cavalry would spare his life.
Maybe not.
"Come on, let's go block it and give the small plate a chance to decide the winner."
Zhang Gu turned around slightly stiffly, facing Su Qilian who said this in a calm tone, and said in a trembling voice:
"You know what you're talking about?"
More than a hundred cavalry, even the papery so-called Suzhou Jingqi, are not something they can contend with at the end of their rope. If they try to stop these cavalry again...
All of them will die without a burial place. Those people will use fire to burn away all traces of tonight, and no one will be spared.
"We have tried our best! We went south to avenge Brother Zhang Wu! But before we reached Jiangzhou and Huizhou, most of our brothers were already dead!"
The hoarse roar was full of endless sorrow: "Your son is dead! Our brother is about to die! Let's go! Go back to the north!"
He has taken countless wrong steps, he has killed most of his family and his son, and his brother who is still alive wants the people who are still alive to continue to live.
Is Zhang Gu wrong? Of course there is nothing wrong with that.
"What about Wei Changpan?" Su Qilian looked at Zhang Gu, who was full of grief and anger, with a calm face, "What will he do when we leave?"
Zhang Gu
Without avoiding his eyes: "We went south for Brother Zhang Wu, but so many people have died without even touching the shadow of Songfeng Mountain."
If he had to die in battle in Jiangzhou, on Songfeng Mountain, or in the fight with the killers of Fenglutai, he would die without any complaints.
But this is Suzhou, and most of their people have died because of that damn Xiaoyaoshan bandit leader. Even if their Jinzhou military attachés bleed dry here, what's the point? The damned people should still live well.
Their sacrifices can only become a joke for these people after dinner.
"Is he a direct descendant of Zhang Wumen?"
"yes."
"Did he fight alongside us just now?"
"yes."
"Then what reason is there to leave him here alone to die?"
Zhang Gu has nothing to say.
Su Qilian used his index finger to test the edge of the short knife in his hand. The knife, which had been sharpened to the point where it could cut hair instantly, was now even difficult to cut through oily skin.
Holding such a short sword to face the armored cavalry, if he is lucky, he should be able to defeat two or three before dying. If these Suzhou Sun Tzu cavalry are more stupid than he thought, it will take more than one hand.
The number is not impossible.
"You're right. It's my selfishness as an old man to bring you here to die. My grandson is at an age where he can be jealous. It's ridiculous that he spends all his time trying to prove something to others." He said calmly and straightened out.
The folds of his coat brushed off the dust on his body again, "You guys go, walk more than ten miles north and there should be an inn with a stable. Regardless of the power, you can reach Jinzhou in ten days."
Zhang Gu could feel the vibration of the ground beneath his feet without having to lie down. Those Suzhou cavalry were approaching at an extremely fast speed, and the Jinzhou military attachés' retreat and options would be blocked in their hesitation.
"Fucking idiot Su Er, you are just an old bastard who is tired of living!"
Zhang Gu's disrespectful swearing made Su Qilian smile a little more. He knew the former's temper all too well.
"Su Er is going to seek death, so what's the point of his grandfathers accompanying him?" Zhang Gu, who walked a few steps forward and stood side by side with Su Qilian, turned back and shouted to his colleague who was about to half-open the two big pickle vats, "Why don't you go with him?"
Come quickly!"
The scattered sound of hoofs on the ground and the occasional whinnying of horses reached their ears, and there were even vague shouts and curses urging the horses. All the Jinzhou military attachés looked at each other and smiled, and even Su Qilian seemed to relax a little.
"Can such equestrian skills be called Yao's cavalry with us?" He spat contemptuously, "Do these stragglers deserve to be called elite cavalry?"
They had no horses or armor, and no spears or spears. They were just exhausted and decaying bodies holding daggers with the same battle scars.
But they can still let these Suzhou bullshit cavalry know what a cavalry army is!
....
The advance scouts in the cavalry had already detected those who were blocking the road ahead. According to the usual style of the leading centurion, they simply let the cavalry brigade of a hundred people behind them crush them. A few ignorant blockers were looking for death.
The centurion, who didn't know a few of them, was willing to exchange the heads of those people for a few ghostly drawings on the merit book after returning to the camp.
However, there were already too many major events that gave him a splitting headache today. The tragic deaths of Lord Tang and his colleagues, as well as the defeat of his subordinates by the evil spirits in the forest who were trapped in a certain death situation. Even his not very bright mind felt that
The rain is coming
The sinister connotation.
The most capable scouts under his command repeatedly assured that the ones blocking the road were just two weak warriors. No matter how you looked at it, they looked like they were exhausted after repeated battles. The centurion looked back at the soldiers and horses behind him who had not yet completely gathered, and left his subordinates alone.
Besides the soldiers and horses, there were also the remnant soldiers who died tragically. One hundred and twenty or thirty riders came forward, and there were only two people blocking the road on the other side...
Damn it, Brother Bai Laihao is here, why should I be timid in dealing with two people? He secretly cursed himself for being cowardly, cleared his throat and ordered to the Suzhou Jingqi who stopped behind him: "There are two people blocking the road ahead who don't know how to live or die, who will be the one today?"
Take off the heads of those two people first, and I will reward you with two pieces of silver...two taels of silver when you return to the camp!"
The centurion, who saw only a few responders, had already scolded these little bastards a thousand times in his mind, but now it was the time to employ people, so he had to raise his voice again and roared: "Those who die in battle will be compensated."
! Those who rush ahead will be rewarded! Those who are timid will get out of the cavalry when they return! Those who chop off the heads of thieves who block the way... will be promoted to half a rank!"
This is what really makes these Suzhou elite cavalry work hard. As expected, almost all the cavalry in the field of vision are in high spirits. People die for wealth and birds die for food. They can enter this cavalry army, the son of the Suzhou state army.
Among the more than a hundred people, almost all are ambitious young people. Silver rewards and pensions are just the icing on the cake. What really makes them work hard is the military merit that can be exchanged for promotion opportunities, especially in such an era where military service is often required.
To be able to obtain solid military exploits under the command of a centurion who is ignorant of the merits of his subordinates is really something that requires grandpa to tell grandma.
The scattered cavalry brigade adjusted their horse steps and queues, but the cavalrymen in the front row were still dissatisfied. After all, no one knew the depth of the two people, and no one was willing to be the first to swing a sword at the two blockers, even if it was possible to do so.
If you succeed in killing the enemy, the probability of dying as easily as an insect is quite high.
For a while, there was still a vacancy in the front row of cavalry, and when the impatient centurion was about to dish out some more rewards, a baby-faced cavalryman, ignoring the pull of his comrades nearby, indifferently led his horse forward to fill the vacancy.
"The brave ones are starved to death, and the timid ones are starved to death. If we don't rush to the front in the battle, how can the military achievements of two people be lost?" The centurion fanned the flames intentionally or unintentionally, "The corps commander, very commander, although he is not an official like me
Son, at least I can have a few people under my command!"
Soon the vacancy in the front row of cavalry was filled. Their desire for military glory overcame their fear of death in battle, not to mention there were more than a hundred people around them. How could they die so easily?
Their mounts did not stop during the long run tonight, and both men and horses needed to rest. These Suzhou elite riders had no choice but to force their horses, which were no longer so docile, to trot. The road ahead quickly narrowed, and the original front row riders were killed.
Several people crowded into the second row, including the angry, baby-faced cavalryman.
The centurion's most effective scout may have been following his superior for a long time, and he also developed the habit of carelessness. He probably thought that this was not important information, so even the long grass and leafy shrubs on the roadside were ignored.
Treat them all as if they were nothing.
The smoke and tall grass raised by the horses' hooves perfectly blocked the sight of the cavalry. At the same time, the loose rope hidden by the tall grass and dust was tightly grasped at both ends with both hands.