Six figures with swords disappeared coldly in the night.
The patrolling Di people would occasionally circle around with torches held high. After a short while, when they found nothing unusual, they turned around and walked back.
Xu Mu looked around and then asked Si Hu to find dry firewood, tear off half of the linen clothes and wrap them into torches.
As long as the torch is lit, Chen Sheng on the cliff will immediately take action, creating the illusion of flooding.
"Brother Mu, did I lift it?"
"Lift it." Xu Mu said concisely and closed his eyes slightly.
Not long after, there was first the noise of night birds, the sliding of rolling stones, and then, the sound of the river rushing down, and the roaring sound of the high-pitched and noisy sound.
"Brother Mu, the Di people found out!"
It would be strange not to discover it. Throughout the ages, fire tactics and water attacks have been taboos in setting up camps.
Opening his eyes, Xu Mu looked forward coldly.
As he expected, the Di people in several camps started roaring angrily, and not long after, some of the horses were afraid of death and were about to rush out of the old river bed with their horses under their belly.
"Stop them!" Xu Mu was shocked.
If these riders break into the trap, the Di people behind will definitely find out, and all their previous efforts will be wasted.
Hearing Xu Mu's voice, Si Hu was the first to jump out with his long saber, climbed onto the horse next to him, and rushed forward with his saber raised.
"Shoot the bow!"
Scattered bows and arrows made several Di cavalrymen retreat in shock. After taking a few steps back, he found more and more people coming behind him in panic.
At this time, more and more water had flooded down, turning the originally dry old river bed into a gray-brown color.
"Get on your horse and run farther first."
Xu Mu made a quick decision, and after urging him, he got on Si Hu's horse and hurried out of the river bed.
"Master Xu! It's passed! It's passed! Di people have passed!"
Xu Mu raised his head in surprise. Sure enough, as he expected, those Di people who were frightened by the flooding plan had already ignored them and frantically tried to escape from the old river bed.
"Fall! Fall! Fall!" Si Hu tightened the reins and roared angrily.
Xu Mu also clenched his fists tightly.
Rumble——
The first batch of dozens of Di people who came to attack raised their hooves and screamed. Along with the screams of dozens of Di people, they all fell into the trap.
The ones behind who had no time to stop their horses also screamed and fell into the trap together, and screamed one after another.
Not long after, the Di people with 200 riders fell into the trap, killing and wounding more than 100 riders.
"Brother Mu, the one behind has stopped."
"No surprise."
Di Ren is not a fool. If he sees something is wrong in front of him, he will definitely stop Di Ma. But fortunately, Xu Mu was already on both sides and dug two more traps.
Those Di people who were just about to rejoice were splitting in two directions and preparing to avoid the trap, but suddenly and inexplicably their bodies flew away and fell into the trap next to them.
"Master Xu! It's successful!" Zhao Qingyun shouted angrily, with tears in his eyes.
The hands of these 200-horse Di people might be stained with the blood of their colleagues in the Tongzi Camp.
As Zhao Qingyun said, the several traps in front of him at this moment were filled with the screams of Di people. Most of them were injured from falling, but they were unable to climb out of the traps.
Zhao Qingyun coldly took off his bow and shot an iron arrow, which pierced the chest of a Di man.
Xu Mu did not persuade.
If it weren't for the people of Di, how could Daji be in the miserable world it is today.
Si Hu held the knife upside down and cut down the Di people who tried to climb out one by one along the vicinity of the trap.
"Be careful, there are still Di people." Xu Mu did not dare to be careless. How could it be so easy to kill the Di people with two hundred riders?
At least at first glance, those who fell into the trap were not more than 200 riders.
"Master Xu, look over there!"
Xu Mu turned his head and instantly froze on the spot.
Under the dawn sky, in the dim morning mist, a tiger-backed Di man, holding a horse in one hand and an ax in the other, coldly raised his head and glared at him.
On both sides of this Di man, there were four stronger Di men, each holding a scimitar and looking sullen.
"He is the centurion of the Di people." Zhao Qingyun took a breath, "The Di people have a military system, and the centurion is equivalent to the general with two hundred horses."
"Damn it, why didn't he fall for the trick? Master Xu and the centurions are all the soldiers of the Di people and should not be underestimated."
At this time, Xu Mu didn't dare to look down on him. The centurion's fierce eyes were enough to prove his strength.
"Chen Sheng, take the two of you and kill the Di people who are trying to climb out."
Chen Sheng, who had just run back, paused and nodded hurriedly.
"Master Xu, shall I wait?"
Zhao Qingyun's tone was slightly helpless. After finally catching so many Di people in one fell swoop, how could he be willing to retreat now?
The military merit of two hundred heads is more than enough to promote a general.
Gritting his teeth, Zhao Qingyun turned his head, and finally decided to trust the little boss in front of him again.
"Master Xu, what do you think?"
"If we retreat now, it should be too late."
These words made Zhao Qingyun sigh bitterly. Sure enough, the situation was irreversible. Di Centurion was not easy to deal with.
"But I don't want to retreat." Xu Mu turned around with a serious expression, "Brother Zhao, how about another wave of killings?"
"Fight with the Centurion from Di?"
"Why not?"
Xu Mu's eyes were determined. He couldn't do it, but that didn't mean that the people around him couldn't do it.
For example, the tiger with natural divine power.
As long as the centurion of the Di people is killed, the rest will not be a concern.
"I dare to ask Brother Zhao, how much military merit is a centurion worth?"
"Last year, a team of soldiers worked together to kill him, and they seemed to be rewarded with thousands of taels of silver." Zhao Qingyun's tone was slightly startled.
"That's a lot."
Looking back, Xu Mu looked behind him. Si Hu, who had been waiting for a long time, was riding on the horse and was already gearing up.
"Si Hu, do you remember the poem that the old scholar wrote for you?"
When he was in Zhuangzi, the old scholar not only called "my son Li Poshan", but also wrote a poem to Si Hu who was carrying eight horizontal beams in his free time.
"Brother Mu, I remember."
"Read it again."
"Walking around the entrance of Eight Halls at night with a knife in hand, no one knows that a tiger is coming."
"Let's go."
Xu Mu raised his hand coldly.
"This world cannot be established unless it is broken. If you kill him, you can be called the Tiger Warrior of the Great Age."
Si Hu's face turned red and he gave Xu Mu a fist. Then he tightened the reins. After the fierce horse trampled several corpses, he landed steadily and raised his horse with a horizontal sword.
On the opposite side, the centurion of the Di people saw this. He lowered his head and smiled at first, and then coldly got on his horse. After receiving the mace thrown by his guard, he raised his head and roared excitedly.
"The Di people are fierce. The battle between our Daji and the Di people happened more than ten years ago." Zhao Qingyun looked bitter.
Although he really hoped that Si Hu could win, he was not optimistic. The Di people's centurions were almost all warriors selected from a thousand, not just ordinary people.
"A fighting general? Then let's count him as a fighting general." Xu Mu responded lightly.
Fighting generals are two men and horses, each using a general to determine the winner. The winner will naturally boost morale.
Dragging his long saber, Si Hu raised his head.
Roar!
The centurion galloped on his horse. Without any movement, the mace hanging from the horse's belly swung towards Si Hu's men and horses with a powerful force.
Bang——
Si Hu bulged his eyes, slashed down with his long saber angrily, facing the ferocity of the mace, and blocked it impartially.
The two bursts of force pressed the horses under their respective crotches, and they couldn't stop scratching their hooves and neighing.
"Come again!" Si Hu retracted his long saber, twirled the handle, and chopped off the centurion's head.
"You're brave enough! Just hit me three more times!"
The centurion of the Di people looked horrified. After only receiving one blow, he hurriedly deflected Si Hu's attack with his mace, pulled up the reins, and stepped aside on his prancing horse.
After taking a breath, he lowered his head and looked at the tiger's mouth of his hands. Blood was already seeping out.
