Chen Hua did not expect that the security team would be so popular now.
Little did he know that the security team not only defeated the Hu people twice, but also forced the Hu people to take the initiative to negotiate.
What's more, during the Battle of Lanzhou, the barbarians suddenly attacked the kingdom's caravan in the form of horse bandits played by the security group.
The Hu people were defeated completely with more and fewer enemies. Not only did they almost lose everything, but the opponent's caravan almost didn't die.
The barbarian archers and cavalry have completely lost their pride, and the barbarians who are already surrendering have left a shadow of lifelong terror.
The rules and survival rules of the grassland are to surrender to whichever is stronger. There is no shame in this.
When Chen Hua heard what Gray Hu said, he fell into deep thought for a moment.
Seeing Chen Hua's expression, thinking that he refused his request, the expressions of all the Hu people, including Hui Hu, dimmed, and their eyes lost their sparkle.
"Of course you can. If you perform well, you can join the security group. Now I appoint Gray Hu as the leader of the formation to lead the soldiers to attack Dalun Mansion." Chen Hua and Xu Te exchanged glances with each other, and received the other's agreement. The appointment was announced on the spot.
All the barbarians shouted "Ula" one after another, and their eyes filled with tears of joy.
But when they heard that they were going to attack Da Lun Fu, the expressions of everyone including Hui Hu changed drastically.
A few years ago they attacked Daluunfu, but they failed to capture it even after a month of attack.
As expected, Zhaojiazhuang had no good intentions. What was the difference between this and committing suicide?
Chen Hua saw all their expressions in his eyes, and he didn't know what they were thinking.
He pointed to the Great Lun Mansion in front and said: "The gate of the Great Lun Mansion has been blown open by firearms, and the palace soldiers have already attacked. You are here to assist them in their attack."
It turned out that he went in to loot, so such a good thing happened?
All the barbarians were so excited that they almost screamed, but thinking of robbery, they absolutely could not say this.
"You are not allowed to rob, and any discovery will be handled by military law." Chen Hua didn't know what they were thinking, and directly declared military discipline.
He is the chief registrar and has the power to enforce the law.
When engaging in military law, severe cases include beheading.
After hearing this, all the barbarians suddenly lost their energy.
After all, the Hu people still rely on robbery as their motivation for fighting. They have no salary themselves and rely entirely on robbery to obtain income.
Rather than saying they were an army, it would be more appropriate to say they were a group of bandits in military uniforms.
Now if they are not allowed to rob, there will be no motivation to fight.
Chen Hua stared at them and continued coldly: "You will not fight in vain. Zhaojiazhuang will consider rewards for you."
All the barbarians immediately shouted and bowed to Chen Hua to express their gratitude.
The Hu people also bowed from the hands of Zhao Yang, the deputy camp leader of the security regiment.
They were extremely happy to receive the scimitars, longbows, and arrows they had used before, and under the leadership of Gray Beard, they participated in the attack from the city gate.
There were two thousand barbarians who acted as horse bandits, but they were killed by the security regiment and the kingdom's cavalry, leaving only a hundred or so.
Those who can survive two thousand barbarians are definitely the elite among the elite.
The snowflakes were still not falling in the sky. When I came to the city gate, I saw that a big hole had been blown into the city gate.
Now the city gate has been pushed open, and all the barbarians are swarming up.
These barbarians shouted, which surprised the soldiers on both sides of the palace and Da Lunfu.
Seeing the barbarian decorations, could it be that the barbarians came in again?
The soldiers from both sides of the palace and Dalufu were killing each other, but it seemed that the barbarians came in and both sides were at a loss.
The Hu people didn't care about this, and used the scimitar in their hands to kill the Da Lunfu soldiers with all their strength.
These people finally got a chance to perform, and all of them became desperadoes. All the scimitars in their hands were used for offense, and there was no defense at all.
These barbarians know what good performance means, and desperadoes are the best performance.
A centurion from the Great Lunfu and a centurion from the other side were fighting inextricably, and suddenly there was severe pain from behind.
He shouted loudly and used all his strength to push back the centurion of the palace.
When he looked back, he saw a barbarian man in his thirties, with a machete in his hand dripping with blood, and a ferocious smile on his face.
He knew that the blood on the Hu man's scimitar must be on his back, so he couldn't help but became furious, turned around and slashed at the Hu man.
When the centurion of the palace saw his opponent fighting against the barbarians, he shook his head and left.
He has his own pride and disdains two people killing each other and looking for new opponents.
But this barbarian has no such idea. His idea is that as long as he can kill his opponent, he can win.
They don't care whether they follow etiquette or not, they don't care whether they attack by surprise or not, and they don't care whether they use more to attack less.
As long as we can win, any method is acceptable, otherwise there is no need to discuss it.
Know that the master is still on the side and observe their performance.
The centurion of the Grand Palace was fighting on a par with the centurion of the royal palace, and most of his strength was consumed.
Now he was suddenly attacked from behind by a barbarian. Although his injuries were not very serious, they were extremely painful.
As long as he wields the scimitar in his hand, it will inevitably involve the wound on his back, seriously affecting his performance.
What he didn't know was that the barbarian who attacked was originally a centurion, but now he was demoted to the rank of fire chief, which was basically the same as the centurion in the past.
Now he was suddenly demoted from centurion to fire chief. He was already angry, and he was determined to perform meritoriously in the security group. He was completely defenseless and had a machete in his hand.
He reluctantly fought with the opponent for more than ten rounds before being killed by the opponent. His head was immediately cut off by the barbarians and became a trophy.
What he didn't know was that the barbarian who attacked was originally a centurion, but now he was demoted to the rank of fire chief, which was basically the same as the centurion in the past.
The opponent of Marachon, the commander of the Grand Palace, was Raba, the deputy commander of the palace. After a long time, Marachon finally gained the upper hand.
Laba was slightly weaker than Marachen, and at first the two sides were evenly matched in attack and defense, but in the end they were at a disadvantage. They defended more and attacked less, sweating profusely and panting.
He could only grit his teeth desperately and fight with the opponent cautiously.
Several times, when he saw the opponent's flaws, Raba didn't dare to step forward.
Because for the first time, he took advantage of the opponent's weakness and wanted to kill him with one knife.
Unexpectedly, his sword force was too strong, and the opponent suddenly struck back with a sword.
At this time, Laba realized that the other party was a trap and hurriedly took the knife back.
Even so, Raba was also cut with a long gash on his right arm by the opponent's scimitar.
It was precisely because of this bloody gash that he not only looked embarrassed, but also the force exerted on him was significantly affected.
Malachen couldn't help but be overjoyed. As long as he lasted for one more cup of tea, he could kill the other party.
Thinking of this, Malachen couldn't help laughing and slashing with all his strength.
The Laba man was nearly ten years younger than Malachen. He hoped to survive the opponent with his youth, but found that the scimitar in his hand was getting heavier and heavier.
Suddenly, his opponent Malachen suddenly heard a scream, which made Raba confused.
He had already been fooled once, so he defended with all his strength and was determined not to advance rashly.
Instead of moving forward, Raba took a step back.
At this time, Malachen screamed again, and Raba couldn't help but look at him.
At this time, sweat was pouring from his forehead, and he could barely see his opponent's face, he could only see it vaguely.
I saw a figure behind Malachen. He kept waving his machete at Malachen.
Malachen screamed and was attacked by others. It turned out that this was how the scream came.
When Malachen saw Raba retreat, he was overjoyed and wanted to kill him with one blow.
But someone was sneaking up on him from behind, so he had to give up the great opportunity in front of him to kill his opponent.
Malachen turned around and saw that his new opponent was a tall man about forty years old.
The man had a cruel smile on his face, and he slashed at him with the scimitar in his hand.
Marachen felt that this person was not a Tibetan, but the opponent was waving his scimitar wildly and had no time to think, so he had no choice but to slash at him with his scimitar.
When he waved the scimitar in his hand, he found fatal pain coming from behind.
But there was no way, the opponent's scimitar was already waving in front of his eyes, so he had no choice but to wave the scimitar in his hand to meet the opponent's fierce attack.
With a clang, the scimitar in his hand collided with the opponent's.
Only after Malachen realized that the opponent was surprisingly strong, he couldn't help but take two steps back before he could stand firm.
The opponent smiled ferociously, shouted, and struck with all his strength again. This time, the opponent had not one hand, but both hands.
Malachen had no choice but to wave the machete desperately, only to find another burst of severe pain behind him.
The pain from his back prevented him from exerting all his strength.
Even if he can use all his strength, he may not be the opponent's opponent. After all, he almost killed Raba and already consumed most of his strength.
And this opponent of his not only attacked him secretly, but was also a new force.
This man was none other than Gray Beard. He wielded the scimitar with both hands and used all his strength to force the opponent to retreat.
Laba's vision was blurred, and when he saw the barbarians approaching him step by step, he had no choice but to retreat.
There was so much sweat on his forehead that he had to wipe it off.
Only then did he see that his opponent had two deep cuts on his back, and the bones were visible to the naked eye.
Seeing his opponent Marachon being forced back step by step, Raba raised the scimitar in his hand.
But Raba thought about it and realized that Malachen was already injured and forced to retreat step by step by others, so it was no longer necessary.
Just as Raba was hesitating, Malachen suddenly let out a scream.
It turned out that he was hit in the chest by Gray Beard's knife, and he couldn't help but scream.
Before Malachen could finish his screams, a bright light flashed before his eyes, and then he felt a chill on his neck, and he actually flew up.
He was horrified to find that blood arrows were spitting out of his neck, his body fell down with a thud, and then he entered an eternal darkness.
Raba had not yet killed anyone on the battlefield. Seeing this, he felt nauseated and vomited out the overnight meal.
Gray Hu looked at him coldly, which made Laba take a few steps back.
His eyes were full of bloodlust, cruelty, and ruthlessness. Gray Hu kicked his right foot, and Malachen's head flew up from Gray Hu.
Gray Hu stretched out his right hand, firmly caught Malachen's head, tied it to his waist, and never looked at Laba again.
Laba took a look and saw that Hui Hu's hands and feet were extremely skilled, as if he had been trained for a long time.
Laba's face was not sweating just now, but now it suddenly turned into cold sweat. This person is too cruel.
The palace and the generals were barely maintaining a balance, but now a group of highly skilled desperadoes suddenly attacked and they were suddenly retreating.
Gray Hu came to the middle of the city wall, where Provans, the young master of the Great Lun Mansion, was fighting with Gesang, the commander of the palace guards.
Both sides have a hundred personal soldiers, and the personal soldiers are fighting desperately with each other.
When his captain saw Gray Hu leading dozens of barbarians, his expression changed drastically.
His expression changed drastically, and he used all his strength to force his opponent back a few steps, regardless of his own casualties.
He took the opportunity to come to Provans and shouted to his master: "Young master, hurry back to the castle and wait for reinforcements."
"I won't leave. If you want to leave, let's go together. If you want to die, let's die together." Provans replied while fighting Gesang desperately.
The captain of the soldiers shouted loudly: "Young master, my family depends on you. If the villain stops them, quickly return to the castle and wait for reinforcements."
After saying that, the captain of the personal soldiers rushed forward wildly, all the scimitars in his hands were killed together.
"Okay, Pingcuo, you have to be careful, I will take care of your family." With tears in his eyes, Provans passed the wall up the mountain and ran quickly towards the castle on the mountain.
Now that Gesang knew that the Hu people were sent from Zhaojiazhuang, he couldn't help but feel overjoyed.
He is already sure of winning, so he is not willing to die together with his opponent.
Gesang waved the scimitar in his hand, not seeking merit, but seeking no fault.
With this kind of thinking, he attacks less and defends more, but it gives people the feeling that he is being beaten by the opponent and being killed by the opponent until he can't hold his head up.
Gray Hu rushed forward, no matter how hard Gesang fought with his opponent, or whether he bullied the smaller ones, he slashed the arm of Provansi's soldier with the scimitar in his hand.
With a puff, the captain of Province's soldiers screamed. His left hand was cut off by Gray Beard, and blood immediately flowed from it.
Pingcuo only needs to abandon Gesang and use one hand to kill Huihu crazily.
He didn't want to live anyway, because his mission was to stop the attacking enemy and let his master return to the castle safely.
He has no defense now, and is all about the same death style.
Although they all play in the same death style, this time he is different from before.
Seeing Pingcuo abandoning himself, Gesang shook his head.
After all, he is a captain, and the other party has a lower status than him. Of course, he disdains this kind of thing of using more to fight less.
He stopped a Da Lun Mansion soldier who was about to escape, and started fighting with him.
Pingcuo just stopped the enemy, but now he just wants to find a back-up to keep him company on the road to hell.
Amidst the tinkling, tinkling sounds, Gray Hu fought with the opponent for more than ten moves.
Pingcuo tried to fight again, but after all, one of his arms was cut off by the opponent, his body was not as balanced as before, and most of his strength was consumed. In the end, he was killed by Gray Hu, and his head became the opponent's trophy.
However, Ping Cuo fought back desperately before dying, leaving a knife on Hui Hu's waist.
Gray Hu couldn't help but get furious, and he gave Pingcuo a dozen blows on his headless body until his body had turned into a bloody mess, and then he vented his anger.
When the gray-bearded soldier saw that his master was injured and his waist was bleeding, he was so frightened that he shouted: "Mr. Zhong, Lang Zhong."
There is no doctor among the Hu people. The doctor here is of course from Zhaojiazhuang.
When the doctor heard the barbarian calling him, he couldn't help but look up.
He originally carried the wooden box and wanted to go up to rescue the wounded, but when he saw that it was a barbarian, he couldn't help but hesitate.
"Mr. Zhong, Lang Zhong. Chief Hui Hu is injured." Hui Hu's soldier saw that the doctor didn't come over, his voice was filled with tears.
The doctor couldn't help but look at Chen Hua, because Chen Hua was the manager of the Hu prisoners of war.
Chen Hua saw Gray Hu in his eyes, nodded and said to the doctor: "They are doing well, let's rescue them."
Gray Hu said nothing, and was also observing the doctor's behavior.
Seeing the doctor's hesitation, I couldn't help feeling bitter.
His performance was good enough. Not only did he kill the captain of Da Lun Mansion, but he also killed a captain of thousands. Unexpectedly, the doctor refused to treat him.
Seeing that Chen Hua agreed to let the doctor treat him, he finally felt relieved.
In fact, his injuries were not very serious and he could barely kill the enemy.
But the doctor did not come to the rescue despite the shouts of his own soldiers, which shows that the security team still has no place for them as barbarians.
Now that the doctor has come to rescue them, it shows that the security team has recognized them.
For barbarians like Gray Hu, casualties are not terrible. What is terrible is that even if they die, they do not get the respect of their masters.
Gesang led the palace guards and finally killed all the Dalunfu dead soldiers on all the city walls.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead and couldn't help but look towards the castle on the mountain.
The castle is three to four stories high, with walls on both sides and stone steps in the middle.
This is a completely upward attack, and the attack is on the castle.
All the doors of the castle have been tightly closed, making the attack more difficult than the city gates.
How to attack this, he couldn't help but frown tightly.
