A ray of morning light shot out from the thick clouds and fell on the muddy path on the east bank of the river.
As straight as a sword.
I don't know when the rain stopped completely.
A group of fifty black-armored cavalry quickly passed by the side of the beam, and the men and horses were silent.
The long sword in his hand fell, and the sharp blade reflected the cold world.
The black-armored cavalry rushed towards the riverside water village one kilometer away.
A whole row of blades undulates like river waves, bringing with them a lot of murderous intent.
The loud sound of horse hooves instantly woke up the Tianyin instructors in the camp.
After being ravaged by the hurricane all night, the soldiers who had not had a good rest were suddenly panicked and at a loss.
From a large ship docked at the front of the shore, Wen Fuzhi, dressed in blue silk clothes, walked out quickly, his face full of surprise.
Standing on the bow of the boat, holding a long sword in his hand, Wen Fu saw Li Xuan in the distance rushing at the forefront of the cavalry.
Even though he was dressed in black clothes and armor, Wen Fuzhi still clearly recognized him.
Wen Fuzhi was filled with immense hatred for this opponent who had just defeated him.
His figure and eyes have long been deeply engraved in Wen Fuzhi's mind.
After a night of reflection, Wen Fuzhi was convinced that if Li Xuan had not had special environmental advantages last night, it would have been impossible to defeat him.
Subconsciously, Wen Fuzhi touched his abdomen.
Although the wound has been bandaged, it is still there. A slight touch will cause a stinging sensation immediately.
In an instant, Wen Fuzhi's eyes became cold.
Damn it, the pursuit came so quickly.
…
The long sword in his hand was slowly unsheathed, and at the same time, Wen Fuzhi's cold shout rang out throughout the water village: "All infantry, form formations immediately, and crossbowmen, get on the boat immediately, and shoot with bows and arrows."
The cavalry came so fast that they could only use the infantry to form a formation to hold Li Xuan back, and then use the crossbowmen to snipe him.
Wen Fuzhi made the most sober judgment in an instant.
However, the Tianyin disciples below were in a panic and could only know how to run around and where they could form a formation.
Just when Wen Fuzhi was about to do something, a pale Zhu Si quickly ran out of the cabin.
Wen Fuzhi suddenly turned his head, looked at Zhu Si, and said through a message: "Mr. Zhu, prepare to set sail immediately. I'm worried that the King of Nanchang has more than this."
Zhu Si's expression suddenly changed. Last night's defeat was a very painful lesson.
Five ships were directly burned in the fire, four ships fell into the hands of the King of Nanchang, and the most distressing thing was that six warships directly betrayed him.
When the six betrayed ships retreated, they happened to catch up with the raging hurricane, and finally crashed directly into the shore and were seriously damaged.
In the end, only one ship was left that could be used again, and the soldiers on it, anyway, when Wen Fuzhi found them, there was no one on the ship.
Now they only have five ships here and three ships guarding Sanheguan, and they were lucky enough to avoid last night's hurricane.
Zhu Si wanted to lead his army back to Muzhou after the storm subsided, but Wen Fuzhi was still unwilling to do so.
He was injured in the battle last night, and Li Xuan didn't feel much better.
They still have the strength to fight.
The Muzhou Navy suffered heavy losses. How can the King of Nanchang and the Wuzhou Navy fare better? They still have to fight hard.
However, no one expected that before they could recover from the hurricane last night, the King of Nanchang had already led his cavalry to kill them directly.
Wen Fuzhi turned sideways and glanced at Lanxi County on the other side of the Wujiang River. There were only a few people on the top of the city.
It can be seen that the people in Lanxi County did not react either.
The two parties did not communicate in advance, so this was an opportunity.
Wen Fuzhi suddenly turned around and looked at the black cavalry who had reached the village gate. He gritted his teeth suddenly, jumped up, and rushed off the bow of the ship in the blink of an eye.
There was only one sentence left in the air: "Leave everything on the ship to Mr. Zhu."
Zhu Si's eyes were wide open. He had just stretched out his hand, and before he could even say a word to stop him, Wen Fuzhi had already jumped down.
Now that things have happened, it is useless no matter how much you regret.
Zhu Si immediately began to gather all the crossbowmen on and off the ship, and at the same time began to direct the ship to set sail.
…
The horse is galloping, the wind is howling.
Li Xuan rushed to the front, and at a glance, he saw Wen Fuzhi jumping off the boat.
The two eyes looked at each other coldly, and the murderous intent in their four eyes collided with countless sparks.
The next moment, the sharp long spear had directly opened the ajar gate of the village, and then charged in brazenly.
"Kill!" Zhang Zhang's blade pierced the throat of a Tianyin instructor like lightning.
Immediately afterwards, the blade had directly torn his throat and blasted out.
The sharp long spear moved forward quickly, and in the blink of an eye it had once again penetrated into the chest of another instructor, and then he pulled it out like lightning and headed towards the rear.
The entire water village is not big. After a strong wind last night, the entire water village was thrown into chaos.
The sudden attack of the cavalry caused the spirit of the entire Tianyin Shui soldiers to completely break and they fled in all directions.
Wen Fuzhi's previous order to form a formation had long been forgotten.
Wen Fuzhi, who had just landed, saw this scene and his expression changed.
The next moment, he rushed forward, and the back of the long knife in his hand hit a Tianyin water soldier on the back.
"Ah!" Tianyin Water Soldier immediately screamed in pain, and everyone around him immediately looked over.
Wen Fuzhi immediately shouted: "Get on the boat, everyone, get on the boat now."
With his footsteps on the ground, Wen Fuzhi jumped up and stepped heavily on the shoulder of a Tianyin cultist.
While kicking him backward, Wen Fuzhi chased Li Xuan extremely quickly.
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The water village faced the Wujiang River, and Li Xuan entered from the south.
In the blink of an eye, they had reached the north, and fifty riders caused a bloody mess in the water village.
Wen Fuzhi followed closely behind and chased after him. Li Xuan, who had just rushed to the north, thrust forward with a long spear in his hand.
The wooden wall on the north side was split open by a long branch in an instant.
The strong wind that raged all night had already made the entire camp unstable, and it became even more shaky under the impact of the cavalry.
The wooden wall was opened, and the cavalry immediately rushed out like a whirlwind.
At this time, Li Xuan turned around, his face full of ridicule.
Wen Fuzhi, who had just reached the north gate, watched the cavalry rush out like a gust of wind, his face full of confusion.
He paused at the north gate, and then watched the cavalry finally slow down and turn around after rushing out for hundreds of meters.
The sharp blade came into view, and Li Xuan, wearing fish scale armor, appeared in front of Wen Fuzhi again.
The long knife fell to the ground in an instant, and the two eyes looked at each other across the distance.
"Drive!" shouted angrily, and the horse galloped wildly.
Li Xuan on the horse was like a black lightning, rushing towards Wen Fuzhi, the sharp blade piercing Wen Fuzhi's heart with a deadly light.
The cold long knife was raised instantly, and Wen Fuzhi's figure was like a ghost, rushing towards Li Xuan.
…
A distance of less than a hundred meters flashed by. Wen Fuzhi's whole body shrank down sharply, and the long knife was pointed at the horse's neck in an instant.
The blade could even faintly follow Da Ma's neck and point towards Li Xuan's waist and abdomen.
Li Xuan stared at Wen Fuzhi with cold eyes. This guy was full of endless cunning.
Last night's defeat was simply because he underestimated Li Xuan's cultivation.
Suddenly, a disdainful sneer appeared on Li Xuan's lips.
The left leg clamped fiercely, and the next moment, the tall horse's hoof suddenly lifted upwards, and in an instant it avoided Wen Fuzhi's sneak attack.
Wen Fuzhi's face was full of astonishment, and at this moment, there was a roar in the back of his head.
The long sword slashed backwards in one moment, and the next moment, there was a "dong" sound, and an unparalleled force came. Wen Fuzhi couldn't control it, and his figure immediately staggered.
It was at this time that more blades appeared on Wen Fuzhi's head.
"Ding ding ding..." There was a violent sound, and Wen Fuzhi lunged forward to the right, rolling on the ground several times in a row.
Finally, he jumped up in embarrassment.
Looking at the group of cavalry who reentered the camp, Wen Fuzhi was filled with anger.
The long knife in his hand was brought back to his eyes, but the long knife was now full of gaps.
"Cavalry!" Wen Fuzhi cursed fiercely. The appearance of the cavalry was a massacre for them now.
On the opposite side, Li Xuan had led the cavalry to kill through the camp again and rushed into the fields to the south.
This time, for some unknown reason, the black armored cavalry did not look back, but simply disappeared.
Wen Fuzhi returned to the camp and shouted to everyone: "Get on the boat, everyone get on the boat."
Although he ordered everyone to get on the boat, Wen Fuzhi finally left a group of people on the shore.
The big ship slowly sailed into the Wujiang River. At this time, it was finally no longer threatened by the cavalry, and Wen Fuzhi breathed a sigh of relief.
"Those are the palace guards of King Nanchang, and King Nanchang personally leads them. Their combat power is not even inferior to that of the Qianniu Guards' cavalry. Young Master, there is no need to feel depressed about this." Zhu Si came behind Wen Fu and looked into the distance. The faint black spots, whispered to persuade.
"I'm not worried about those black-armored cavalry, but I'm thinking about what the King of Nanchang wants to do. Is it just to attack us once? I don't think it's that simple." Wen Fuzhi withdrew his gaze, shook his head, and said solemnly: "The King of Nanchang's plans have always been intertwined. I suspect that we were forced onto the boat on purpose. But what exactly did he want to do? Did he want to deal with us on the river?"
"Last night's hurricane caused serious damage to us, but the damage to the Wuzhou Navy was also not light. They didn't have a few ships to begin with, and now they can use even fewer. To fight on the river, unless he has a special move, otherwise, He will definitely lose." Zhu Si looked coldly at the end of the Wujiang River in the distance.
"So, it is very possible that this is his plan." Wen Fuzhi stretched out his hand to press the wound. Seeing Zhu Si's concern about asking, Wen Fuzhi stretched out his hand to stop him and said at the same time: "It's okay, it's just a moment. Thinking of King Nanchang makes me feel an inexplicable pain."
Zhu Si was stunned for a moment, took a step back, looked at Wen Fuzhi and said: "Young Master, let's go back to Muzhou first. The navy is now severely damaged. Even if we can kill the King of Nanchang, we can't take Wuzhou. The city and even Dongyang cannot be taken, and the Yuezhou side is probably ready and waiting for us to get in."
"I'm just a little unwilling. King Nanchang's biggest support has been used up. It's hard for him to do anything else. Now is the best time to kill him. Once I miss this time, I will try to kill him again in the future. It's difficult." When Wen Fuzhi mentioned Li Xuan, he always had a gnashing of teeth and unnatural hatred.
"Young Master, why do you always keep an eye on the King of Nanchang?" Zhu Si took a step forward and whispered: "The Tang Dynasty has hidden dragons and crouching tigers, and its talents are endless...The King of Nanchang is so outstanding, we don't necessarily need to do it ourselves to kill him."
"I understand this." Wen Fuzhi turned to look at the river. The mist began to rise. Wen Fuzhi said softly: "If we don't kill him, then we will suffer all aspects of this uprising. Failed."
"Young Master, we still have Shezhou..." Before Zhu Si could finish his words, he saw Wen Fuzhi's face tightening suddenly, and he suddenly turned his head to look above the river.
Suddenly, there was a black spot on the river coming from a distance.
It was a small boat, and there was a man on board.
(End of chapter)
