Li Ting's expression changed, Guo Ning saw it and didn't say much.
After hearing that Yang An'er was suddenly in trouble, Guo Ning came north overnight, gathering help along the way.
The leaders of the defeated troops who came to visit him at the Xijunhe camp that day all led their troops to follow him. At this time, there were about three hundred people accompanying him.
Looking at their superficial strength alone, Guo Ning and the others are all battle-hardened veterans with complete armor and weapons. They will never suffer a loss against the same force as Yang An'er's troops. But that’s not how the accounts are calculated.
Yang An'er's troops started out as rebels. They moved to Shandong and were suppressed by the imperial court. This shows that the tenacity of his troops in battle should not be underestimated. After they surrendered to the imperial court, they were able to maintain an independent attitude within the officialdom system, which shows that the control methods of Yang An'er and his generals are extraordinary.
Their more than 300 people are more than 300 people who can fight tough battles. They are a solid army.
But that's not the case with Guo Ning.
Guo Ning himself was already naked before. The companions around him used to be scattered throughout the country in the form of scattered teams. Some had been cowardly for a long time, and some had been reckless for a long time. Several groups of defeated troops were in such a state of desolation that the spirit of the border warriors was completely gone.
In time, after sufficient training, these soldiers will be able to reunite into a tough and brave whole. But right now, Guo Ning doesn't have much confidence in them. Currently, the only people who can be used to fight tough battles are the more than a hundred people under Li Ting and Monk Luo.
Monk Luo is reliable. The question is, is Li Ting willing to fight a tough battle with Guo Ning?
The enemy has one hundred more soldiers, which is no small matter. The whole battle will definitely be much more difficult. This is not just a boast on Gaolin Slope, saying that you can defeat the enemy in an instant, just for the sake of lip service. Once the battle gets fierce, Li Ting will really have to bear the losses, and he will have to fight for his old foundation!
In this world, the old foundation in your hands is your future and your destiny!
Li Ting was still frowning, and it was obvious that he had made some decisions that were not easy.
Guo Ning still pretended not to see it. He turned to Monk Luo and said: "The enemy is very strong. It is difficult to defeat a force that is showing off. But Han Renqing and I have a friendship of fighting side by side. I cannot sit idly by and watch his men fall into the hands of the enemy. It seems that , we can only continue to borrow the power of the great master."
Monk Luo touched his scalp: "What does Liulang want Sajia to do?"
"The fifty people brought by the master are all good soldiers. Please divide them into two groups. Follow me to sneak nearby, wait for the opportunity to break into the empty field, rescue the captured people, and retreat immediately after you succeed. The other group is in the old place. There is an ambush along the road south of the main entrance of the city store. If the enemy sends troops to pursue them, this road will be responsible for breaking up the rear and supporting them."
"Liu Lang's injury has not healed, and I'm afraid he won't be able to withstand a fierce battle. I will personally lead him all the way to the Gucheng store. Liu Lang, you and Monk Pei will take care of you outside."
Guo Ning shook his head: "It's necessary. Only with Master's support can I safely rush in to save people..."
He raised his hand and made a stop gesture: "No need to discuss further, the master will immediately assign manpower. I will also wear armor and prepare a bow and sword."
Monk Luo responded in a deep voice, turned around and left.
"You...what nonsense are you talking about!" Li Ting finally jumped up.
Guo Ning and Monk Luo put on blank faces together: "What?"
Li Ting said angrily: "Hey, what can you do if you only rely on the monk's subordinates? My subordinates, Li Erlang, are also good men! Do you look down on me, Li Erlang?"
Guo Ning and Monk Luo both laughed: "Where, where."
Li Ting was furious and continued to shout: "How to fight this battle? Guo Liu, please think about it again! We use our minds to calculate our intentions, and we are afraid of him! If these people dare to come and stroke my tiger beard, I will take theirs." Life!"
A little hour later.
One of Guo Jie'er's soldiers held an iron helmet in both hands and climbed up to the high wall outside the village. The wall was not thick, and the ladder up the wall was steep, so he walked carefully.
Originally, he could just reach out and help him, but his iron helmet was made of armor. If he didn't hold it tightly with both hands, the broth would keep flowing out from the gaps, so he was reluctant to let go. Although two cows were killed, there were more than 300 sergeants there, so not much was distributed to each person, and the broth was also very precious.
Standing on the top of the wall, he sat firmly with his legs crossed, raised his iron helmet, and took a big gulp of soup.
It smells so good. When you drink it, your stomach will feel hot and your whole body will feel comfortable.
When he was about to sigh a few more words, his stomach suddenly felt cold again. My heart felt cold, something was wrong.
He put down his helmet in surprise and saw a soldier with a white cloth on his arm pulling out a long knife with a grin on his face. Broth and blood flowed out along with the wounds in the chest and abdomen.
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!" He wanted to shout, but he was too weak to make a sound. The soldier pushed him, and he staggered and fell down.
His back hit the ground, and the last thing he saw was dozens of soldiers with bows and arrows, shooting randomly into the village; dozens of soldiers armed with swords and guns were jumping in simultaneously from several gaps in the high wall.
Li Ting, like the other soldiers, all had white cloth wrapped around their right arms.
He clenched the long knife in his hand and strode forward.
Just now, what Guo Ning and Luo Monk said together were clearly motivating them. Li Ting was not stupid. He didn't react at first, but he understood it after a while. But he was born with such an unruly temperament that he couldn't tolerate being underestimated no matter what, so he jumped on his feet and grabbed the important task of being the first to charge.
As soon as he crossed the high wall, he saw more than ten guards holding spears and stabbing the four or five men who had just rushed into the village. Obviously these people were on night watch and kept their weapons at all times.
Li Ting's men considered fighting among the houses at night and used short-range soldiers. However, they were unable to fight close to each other for a while. They were blocked in a small area with a gap in the high wall and were in a dilemma.
The few soldiers in the front row kept waving their shields to block, but they were already overwhelmed.
Li Ting cursed and looked at the one who looked like a leader among the guards, who was slightly behind and commanding. He raised his arm vigorously and threw the long knife in his hand.
The long knife whined and circled in the air, just like a round of silver light flying past, just hitting the leader's chest. The blade of the long knife penetrated from below the throat, and most of the blade did not enter the body. The leader immediately became rigid and fell down like a felled tree.
The rest of the guards saw the flash of swords in front of their eyes, and when they looked back, they saw that their leader was dead.
Several people were panicked for a moment, and the spears in their hands were slowed down for a moment. At this moment, Li Ting jumped into the crowd, casually pulled out the short knife from his waist, and started hacking and killing.
The person on the right bore the brunt of the attack. His arms and spears were chopped off and fell to the ground. Blood spurted from his shoulders and elbows, and he retreated back. The man on the left was about to withdraw his spear and stab him, but Li Ting struck him in the face with an iron shield. This time he exerted so much force that the man's entire face turned toward his back, and his hands and feet twitched.
Li Ting then kicked him in the stomach, sending him flying to the back, knocking down the two soldiers behind him.
Seeing Li Ting's bravery, several of his subordinates cheered in unison.
Li Ting laughed, and when he was about to boast a few words, he heard the sound of a bowstring not far away. Before he could react, a companion beside him shouted to be careful of hidden arrows and rushed towards him.
While the person was still in the air, the tone of the shout had already changed. When he fell down, he was rolling in front of Li Ting, but he saw a four-foot-long arrow piercing the back of his head, and the arrow cluster came out from the door of his face. He was completely dead.
