The screams of killing, the friction of scimitars cutting into the body, and the screams of the injured were endless. After throwing a wave of guns, the three teams rushed into the convoy without hesitation, dividing the entire team into three sections.
The light of the scimitar flickered from time to time, cutting into the human body and bringing out pieces of blood. In the narrow valley, one can only use the momentum of the horse to crush the opponent's impact. The next step can only be a face-to-face fight, using the knife in his hand to kill the opponent bit by bit.
After a brief panic, the Mo Zhi family quickly reorganized their defense line with the help of the carriage. Launch a counterattack against the oncoming villagers.
The shepherds who can become soldiers are those who have not been trained step by step since they were young and selected layer by layer. After becoming a family soldier, you will receive a salary from the master's family, you will be exempted from taxes, and you will also be allocated a small piece of land. Many small families made their fortunes from this, gradually squeezing out other families and becoming new powerful people.
These soldiers shouted to each other and quickly formed small groups, supporting each other and filling positions skillfully. Even when the number of people was small, they seemed quite confident.
They also saw that these sudden ambush troops were not numerically stronger than themselves. As long as you hold on, I believe your companions will come to support you soon.
As for the villagers brought by Wu Gen, they were mostly in groups of three, and every nine people formed a large group. Here there are those who lead the attack, those who support, and those who defend, all of which are similar to the opponent's style of play. Three groups of people tried their best to move closer to their companions, hoping to form an encirclement as soon as possible.
Yang Zheng led the eight riders of Ling Yun to attack the convoy in a sharp and sagittal shape, trying their best to intercept the opponent's convoy's momentum. Due to the narrow terrain, these nine people were like a wall, blocking the forward direction of the convoy, preventing it from crossing a step.
Zhuo Ke and Ha Ying, two good friends, rushed to the arrowhead from time to time. If you look at it with your spiritual consciousness, you can find that there is a flow of energy between these eight people, like a big net, tightly connecting the eight people.
This is exactly the effect of the inscription of strength, which can connect the essence of eight people. There is nothing to show off when they are fighting alone. If they need to charge, they can use the essence of the other seven to bless someone and break through the opponent's formation in one fell swoop.
However, with so much energy gathered in one person, neither Zhuo Ke nor Ha Ying could sustain it for long, so the two could only take turns being at the arrow position.
These eight riders usually train together, and Wu Gen has always been willing to invest in them, spending a lot of resources on them, and the results were really seen today. The eight people advanced step by step, not only blocking the advance of the family soldiers, but the battle line also continued to compress inward.
Different from the unified scimitars of others, these eight cavalry are equipped with different weapons according to everyone's preferences. For example, Zhuo Ke also used a knife from Wu Gen, but it was much longer. When fighting, he needed to hold the knife with both hands.
A tall domestic soldier rushed over, whizzing at Zhuo Ke with the mace in his hand. In terms of height, the opponent was half as tall as Zhuo Ke. And looking at his cultivation level, he is also a level higher than Zhuo Ke.
"Get up." Zhuo Ke shouted. Under the blessing of the force inscription, his arms suddenly became thicker, veins appeared on his face, and his temples pulsated. With his current body, it is still difficult to bear so much energy.
The long knife in his hand was tilted upward and collided heavily with the mace. After a loud noise, Zhuo Ke's body shrank suddenly, bleeding from all his orifices, and he had suffered internal injuries.
However, the soldier on the opposite side also felt uncomfortable. The mace bounced high and his body fell backwards.
"Get up again." Zhuo Ke ignored his own injuries and advanced instead of retreating. He rushed in front of the opponent with one arrow step, and the seven people behind him also followed suit. The long knife flashed and hit the opponent's chest against the edge of the mace.
The blade cut through the opponent's armor, severed his sternum, and cut him into two pieces from his left shoulder to his right rib.
After the blow, Zhuo Ke turned pale and blood continued to flow down his face, looking very ferocious.
"Stand back, I'll do it." Ha Ying knew that his friend had reached his limit, so he quickly stepped forward to change positions to prevent another opponent from taking the opportunity to attack.
Yang Zheng flicked the belt in his hand, stopped a domestic soldier who wanted to sneak attack from the side, and gave Zhuo Ke a thumbs up. It has to be said that although the Lingyun Eight Cavalry do not yet show much power, given time, I believe their name will become a well-known presence in Kuntian Continent.
Compared with the sudden advance of Ling Yun's Eight Cavalry, Xue Xin's team had the most difficulty. There were relatively more humans in his team.
These people were kidnapped by thieves and brought to Kuntian Continent. They were not very strong in the first place, and the training period was short, so it was very difficult to deal with them.
Xue Xin and his men tried their best to get closer to Ha Bao in the middle. To be fair, he still wanted to let go of the tail of the team to give his opponent a chance to escape. In this way, the pressure on his men would be less.
Facing the tall opponent, Xue Xin's formation gradually became a little scattered, and casualties began to occur. Some people have messed up their plans, cutting and running randomly. Not only did they not defeat the enemy, but they blocked the attack route of their teammates.
That's how fighting is. Except for those who are naturally talented at killing, most people will feel fear when facing a living opponent, facing torn limbs, and facing imminent death. Especially when the battle situation is at a stalemate, in addition to combat experience, it also tests the morale, perseverance and endurance of a team.
But now, Xue Xin's men fell into this unbearable anxiety after experiencing a series of charges and the initial excitement. Some people in the team couldn't hold on anymore, and the entire formation was squeezed back towards the higher slope.
Xue Xin's face became ugly, he stabbed left and blocked, shouted to his men, and tried his best to gather the team.
A spear was stabbed from the side, and the soldiers also saw that this burly human being was the leader of the group, so they all moved closer to him.
Xue Xin dodged, put the spear in front of him under his arm, grabbed the iron rod of the spear, roared angrily, and actually pulled his opponent off the horse with one arm, lifted the spear into the air, and immediately raised it again It was thrown hard towards a carriage.
The carriage shattered with the sound, and the goods on the carriage were scattered all over the floor. The soldier's body convulsed sharply. Even though he was protected by armor on the outside, his internal organs could not withstand such a huge impact. Blood gushed out from his mouth and nose, and he died on the spot with his head tilted. .
For a moment, the surroundings came to a standstill. The soldiers looked at this murderous god-like human race in horror, and involuntarily moved away.
Chang Yang trembled, and Xue Xin roared and pounced on the surrounding soldiers again. The villagers, who were already in disarray, regained some confidence and urged their horses to follow closely, and the battle situation became deadlocked again.
Wu Gen rode his horse and stood at the end of the team, looking at the battle in front of him expressionlessly, with no intention of stepping forward to help.
Any team that has not experienced the test of blood and fire, has not experienced the torment between life and death, and has not endured the breath of despair in the face of despair, cannot become an iron army, a great army that cannot be beaten or defeated. .
In other words, Wu Gen's strength of more than fifty people is still far from a powerful army or something like that. But any army grows from small to large. The first batch of survivors are the seeds. The quality they condense will greatly affect those who follow.
The so-called army that can fight hundreds of battles and always be victorious, regardless of factors such as equipment, soldiers, supplies, command, etc., the most important thing is the military soul, which is the inherent quality of this army that is not afraid of death, moves forward indomitably, and dares to defy all powerful enemies.
The military soul sounds illusory, but it is a real existence. You can see it in the daily behavior of the army, you can see it in battle, and you can see it in critical situations. This is the true identity of an army. fundamental.
Wu Gen didn't learn anything at all in the Shenwu Academy, so he valued this team very much. He just wanted to hone his character bit by bit and condense his military soul in such a life-and-death fight.
However, judging from the current battle, there is still a long way to go from what I thought. There is no way around this. Just like no one can read and write from birth, no one can kill people from the beginning. Such qualities can only be accumulated through fighting again and again.
Several family soldiers were running towards Wu Gen. They did not dare to underestimate this young man who was blocking the retreat. Anyone who dares to face the enemy alone is either a fool or has good cultivation.
Judging from the performance of the people who attacked the convoy today, it is obvious that the latter is more likely, so as soon as they take action, several people are ready to surround and kill them.
Wu Gen pulled out the broken sword and waved it in front of himself. A straight horizontal ditch appeared ten steps away from his mount.
"Those who cross the line will die." Wu Gen said indifferently.
The soldiers looked at each other, gritted their teeth and rushed forward. There is still a way to survive if you rush out. If you can't rush out, you can only die here.
Wu Gen narrowed his eyes and pinched the horse under him hard. The horse stood up and neighed, suddenly jumped forward and faced the soldiers in an instant.
One of the soldiers wielded a long sword and slashed at Wu Gen head-on, another raised his spear and stabbed Wu Gen in the ribs from the side, and another raised his sword and slashed diagonally at Wu Gen's mount.
It can be said that the three of them work together very well, with one leader and one secondary, one who attacks and one who assists. Such hasty coordination also shows the tactical literacy of these people.
Wu Gen raised the broken sword. It was said that such a short sword would be unwise to use in horse fighting. With one slash, the broken sword burst out with a sharp sword energy, directly hitting the family soldier directly opposite. The sword energy is nearly ten feet long, which makes up for the shortcomings of the broken sword.
With a click, the long knife in the soldier's hand was broken into two pieces. The sword paused for a moment before slashing towards the opponent's neck, which was the weakest defense point on the cavalry. A head flew high into the sky, and the headless corpse on the horse ran forward a few steps with the horse before falling headlong under the horse.
At the same time, Wu Gen twisted his body and grabbed the spear on the side. The arm swung slightly, and the opponent's gun was released. Wu Gen struck back and hit the soldier's chest with the iron rod of his spear, knocking him off the horse with one foot still hanging in the stirrup.
However, his mount was still running wildly, and its huge horse hooves trampled on the soldiers, even the armor was deformed, and it was impossible to survive.
As for the domestic soldier who was sneaking up on Wu Gen's horse, when he saw that his long sword was about to touch the horse's body, a small sword energy suddenly struck him, knocking his own blade away.
The soldier couldn't help but was stunned. It was supposed that Wu Gen was dealing with the other two people at this time and did not take action against himself. Where did this sword energy come from. At such a moment of pause, Wu Gen had already turned back and slashed backwards with the broken sword. The energy of the sword passed against the blade of the sword, cutting off his right arm holding the sword on the spot and cutting deeply into his chest.
In the blink of an eye, Wu Gen killed three people.
Wu Gen looked at the knife in his hand and shook his head slightly. Just now he had imitated Du Ren's sword skills, striking out multiple blows in one move.
This kind of sword technique requires very delicate use of energy and muscle exertion, and it also requires instant judgment of the opponent's weaknesses. Once the technique is mastered, one person can take on multiple opponents with ease.
It's a pity that Wu Gen's technique is still a little rough and he is not as good as Du Ren.
At this time, the soldiers on the opposite side finally knew that the man in front of them was definitely no match for them. With a shout, they turned around and ran away.
Wu Gen crossed the horizontal ditch he had just drawn and took another ten steps forward. With a wave of his hand, another horizontal ditch appeared in front of him. At this time, no one dared to cross this life-threatening line. The soldiers kept retreating and huddled together in the narrow valley. Their positions were in chaos.
After waiting for a moment and observing the situation, Wu Gen urged his horse to take ten steps forward again. Although no move was made, the deterrence brought by this move made the soldiers on the opposite side more and more confused, and they squeezed desperately into the depths of the valley. People were constantly being squeezed out by their own soldiers, or killed by the villagers.
It’s done, Wu Gen let out a breath of turbid air.
