There were not many troops on both sides, so they fought in a hurry, and they couldn't organize their troops neatly. Ji Junli led the elite soldiers who went out in pursuit, only seventy or eighty in total. These seventy or eighty people charged forward bravely, keeping a close eye on the fleeing leader.
It's that kid who looked like a mad dog and bit off the flesh on my face!
Right under Ji Junli's nose, that hateful kid was running around wildly, swearing and cursing from time to time, and shooting with his bow from left to right. In the wilderness at night, no one can see clearly. Bows and arrows fly by, and they can only make a whistling sound. Ji Junli was not afraid at all and kept shouting: "Follow me! Chase me!"
Following his command, dozens of soldiers hurriedly formed a long snake-like team, leaving the Gucheng Inn and heading south.
A few miles to the south is the Qihe River. Debris piled up on the dry river channel, and shallow water gurgled through it. The speed of the fleeing man in front suddenly slowed down a lot. There were soldiers beside Ji Junli holding a torch high. The light of the fire reflected the stumbling figure of the fleeing man in front of him, flickering brightly and dimly. Several people could be seen getting caught on the rough ground, falling to the ground in a panic, and then continuing to run wildly on their hands and knees.
Several archers looked at the opportunity and opened their bows to shoot. There are also soldiers who are eager to kill the enemy and throw out the daggers and hand axes beside them.
Arrows and axes were everywhere, and screams were heard from the front. There was an old man in ragged clothes who was struck in the back of the head by a hand axe, and fell to the ground struggling. But Ji Junli and others stepped on his body without any scruples and continued to move forward. After four or five people stepped on him in succession, the old man's face and half of his body were pressed into the river. The water flowed through, carrying him up. Bloody.
The situation in front of him felt very familiar to Ji Junli.
When he was young, he worked as a soldier under the supervision of a random patrol in Shouzhang County, Dongping, and spent the whole day fighting with bandits in the swamps in the south. At that time, he would often travel long distances with dozens of people, chasing the thieves day and night, killing the thieves one by one, cutting off their heads and going back to report his merits, in exchange for wine and meat, and share them with his companions.
Those thieves were originally ordinary people like Ji Junli. Most of them went bankrupt because of the imperial court's encroachment of land and became bandits. But Ji Junli slaughtered them, killing them as they should. In this world, if you have a knife in your hand, you will run wild. There is no right or wrong, only strength and weakness.
Ji Junli is willing to follow Yang An'er because Yang An'er is strong; Yang An'er has to surrender to the court because the court is stronger. At this time, everyone in Tiewa Ganzhan's army was looking forward to revolting, and it was also because of the weakness of the imperial court that it became increasingly difficult to hide it.
Now that we are going to rebel again, we must do it more successfully than the last time. On that day, Yang An'er raised an army in Shandong. Without experienced soldiers under his command, he was immediately defeated by the elite troops from Zhongdu sent by the imperial court.
Isn't it a coincidence this time? After arriving in Hebei, the area was surrounded by stragglers who had retreated from the defense line of the Monan Great Wall. These people are all fierce, and once they are gathered under their own banner, their chances of success will be greatly enhanced!
The group of people in front of them were probably broken troops entrenched in a certain place, and they were all capable of fighting. If the leader is captured, his life will be taken. If the others are willing to surrender, it is not impossible. It's nothing more than giving both grace and power and spending some effort.
"General, we are a little far away from the camp. Are we still pursuing you?" a subordinate asked.
Another person said: "You have to be careful about ambushes."
Ji Junli gasped and touched his face. The wound on his face was still bleeding, and the thick blood had flowed down his neck, condensing into large purple-black patches on the nail leaves on the side of his neck. Because he was wearing heavy armor, he ran all the way, sweat was pouring from his head, and the sweat soaked into the injured area, making it painful.
"The troops nearby are all small groups. Who is going to ambush them? The group in front of us may be famous people in Ansu Prefecture! If we catch this group, half of the troops in Ansu Prefecture will be ambushed. You have to surrender!”
Ji Junli repeatedly ordered to continue chasing.
But he was an experienced martial artist after all. He chased for two steps and then said: "Send two teams of people to walk along the height of the embankment! Keep an eye on the situation on the left and right for me! Just in case!"
While several people were talking, their steps inevitably slowed down, and they saw themselves being thrown away by the fleeing people in front of them.
Ji Junli yelled a few words and pulled the injured area on his face, which became more and more painful. His violent temper was aroused, and he chased after him with a knife in his hand.
In a moment, everyone ran along the Qihe River for more than three miles, and the Gucheng Store to the north was completely out of sight.
The armored soldiers around Ji Junli were all panting like cattle and walking heavily. His companions who were exploring along the river embankment were blocked by the forest and were left behind.
Fortunately, the bandits in front were running out of energy and were running slower and slower. The group of prisoners they had rescued from the Gucheng Store before were even more in disarray. Many of them relied on the support of others to continue moving forward. Ji Junli's men set their bows and arrows one after another and shot down a few more.
The sky was dark and the vision was gradually blurring. In order to avoid the rocks near the center of the river, both teams moved along the edge of the river. The shallow water just below the feet was stepped on intensively, making a loud noise. On the earth embankments on both sides of the river, flocks of returning birds were startled and flew around in random directions.
Ji Junli's gaze was drawn by the flock of birds and he raised his head slightly.
When he saw the birds hovering in the sky, a fat figure leaping up appeared in his sight and fell straight down from directly above him.
There is an ambush behind the embankment! There are enemies!
Ji Junli retreated quickly without thinking. He heard the air in front of him whine and scream, and an iron rod as thick as a wrist fell from the door in front of him, causing gravel to fly on the ground. A man next to Ji Junli quickly drew his sword to resist, but the iron rod swept horizontally, breaking the long sword first, and then hit his head, which was instantly shattered.
Ji Junli roared loudly and continued to retreat subconsciously.
He could see clearly that it was a giant man with a dark gray short hair and a shiny head. Ji Junli can be considered a strong and majestic man, but the fat man is several feet taller than Ji Junli, and his arms are as thick as an ordinary person's waist!
What a monster! What brute force!
The group chased for a long time, and no matter how well-trained they were, the queue would inevitably become very long. Suddenly facing a strong enemy, they can only go up to fight one by one. Ji Junli took several steps back before bumping into another soldier. He immediately grabbed the soldier's arm and pushed him forward.
The soldier took a few steps forward when his body suddenly stagnated. Ji Junli swept away with his peripheral vision and saw a bloody iron rod growing out of thin air on his vest, which had been stabbed through.
The few soldiers behind immediately drew their bows and set arrows. But at this time, dozens of black figures appeared above the embankment, throwing arrows at Ji Junli's men. They used heavy arrows commonly used in the army. The arrow clusters were shaped like chisels and were six or seven inches long.
These arrows have a short range and are only lethal within fifty steps. But shooting from top to bottom is unusually powerful. Even if he is wearing armor, he cannot stop the long arrow clusters from piercing the armor and entering the flesh. Dozens of people in the front half of the queue suddenly screamed and shouted, and their bodies fell to the ground one after another, making a heavy sound.
Ji Junli tried his best to avoid two arrows in a row, but the fat man in front of him rushed straight towards him!
This kind of people, on the battlefield where the two armies are facing each other, are not without means of dealing with them. But now the two of them were facing each other, fighting hand to hand, and one of them was running for miles, panting like an ox, and it was almost impossible to tell whether they would win or lose!
Ji Junli gritted his teeth and drew his sword in his hand, shouting: "Wait a minute! I am a general under the command of Yang Dutong of the Tiewa Army. I dare to ask whoever is coming..."
The fat man is Monk Luo. How could he be interested in talking to Ji Junli? With just a shake of the iron rod, Monk Luo knocked Ji Junli's long sword away. Then the iron rod spun around and knocked lightly on his chest.
Monk Luo retained his strength, but the iron rod was too heavy.
More than ten armor leaves in front of Ji Junli's chest bent at the same time, sinking toward his chest and abdomen. Ji Junli felt a sharp pain in his bones, as if his sternum was pressed into his chest in one piece, squeezing his lungs flat. He pulled his neck with both hands and raised his head desperately to breathe. After a while, he collapsed on the ground, unable to struggle.
When Ji Junli fell, all his troops were in panic. Monk Pei and others were killed for a while by Monk Pei who jumped out from behind the embankment.
Li Ting, who was originally running away from the front, has just rushed back, intending to participate in the counterattack. But I never thought that Monk Luo had already won.
He walked a few steps and noticed the scars on Ji Junli's face. Seeing the man's miserable condition, his expression changed. Then he looked at Monk Luo, who was as if nothing had happened, and quickly praised: "Monk...oh no, no, Master Huifeng is so skilled! Master Huifeng is so powerful!"
