Horseshoe Lake.
Standing on the balcony, Xu Mu didn't look too nervous.
In the age of cold weapons, the rider is king. Although the area outside Horseshoe Lake is mostly forested, and with the large number of people, it is difficult to charge. But according to the temperament of Wei Feng's five hundred horsemen, it was enough for a hero to emerge from the pile of dead men by leaping close to him and killing the enemy with a long sword.
"My boss, we're here."
Xu Mu nodded, raised his gaze and saw that Chen Jiaqiao had already raised his sword and pointed far ahead.
"Pull the strings full!"
"Fire the arrow!"
More than a hundred mountain hunting archers roared together. Under Chen Jiaqiao's control, hundreds of feather arrows quickly intertwined into the air, reflected in the roar of the wind and snow, and finally fell heavily.
The hundreds of defeated troops in front of them were so shocked that they had no idea that there were even infantry archers in Zhuangzi in front of them.
Thump thump thump.
The wooden shields raised by the defeated army only covered one round before they were completely shattered by flying arrows. After sixty or seventy people were killed or injured, the remaining defeated army hurriedly ran into the woods.
"Pull the strings full!"
Chen Jiaqiao stiffened his voice, raised the long sword in his hand again, and pointed forward.
"call."
The mountain hunters of more than a hundred people quickly twisted their arrows and raised their bows.
Xu Mu smiled with satisfaction. As he thought, these newly adopted mountain hunting archers were indeed good choices for walking bows.
Coupled with many years of hunting, they have developed a good body and courage. When the time comes, equipped with an iron bow, a walking shield and a short knife, they will actually be a strong army.
"Lord, the defeated army is about to charge." Jia Zhou put his hands behind his back and spoke calmly.
"The charge of five hundred riders should cut through a bloody path."
Xu Mu nodded. After all, the two thousand defeated troops in front of him were just ordinary rebels.
Of course, he didn't expect to gather people. If he really was a national-savior rebel, he wouldn't want to come and eat his Zhuangzi.
In the snow, Wei Feng tightened the reins and raised the long knife in his hand high. Behind him, five hundred cavalry figures, all wearing leather robes and armor, raised their swords one after another.
"Qinglong Camp, follow me to penetrate the enemy army!"
"Roar!"
The figures of the five hundred riders roared and swung their swords, then rushed straight towards them. The horse's hoofs splashed up the slush, leaving wet hoof prints.
In front of Horseshoe Lake, the two thousand defeated troops rushed towards them, waving jagged sticks and weapons in their hands, and they only wanted to cover their heads and rush to kill.
Among them, there were even many people dressed in rags.
"Don't worry, my lord, a group of rabble-rousers will retreat after a few kills." Jia Zhou seemed to have guessed Xu Mu's thoughts and spoke with a smile.
"Mr. Wenlong knows that in this world, those who deserve to be killed are not those who rebel."
"It's a world where people are forced to rebel."
"Thank you, Mr. Wenlong."
Xu Mu sighed, dispersed his thoughts, raised his head again, and looked at the fighting in front of him.
As he thought, this so-called defeated army of two thousand was really weak. Wei Feng led five thousand cavalry, and the formation was broken up in the blink of an eye, divided into large and small battlefields.
Not to mention smashing Zhuangzi to death, he was killed without even reaching the halfway point, howling in the sky.
The Qinglong Battalion with 500 cavalry was a solid force and had gone through many battles. Even if they were to face the most elite tribe in Beidi, they would not necessarily fall behind if their numbers were equal.
"Xiao——"
Wei Feng raised his sword and coldly chopped off the head of a defeated army, causing several nearby defeated soldiers to run away in panic.
"Owl!"
One by one, the Qinglong Camps roared to the sky, waving their long knives in their hands, and the luster of the snow suddenly turned into blood.
Click, click, click.
Heads rolled down one after another, dyeing the snowy road in front of Zhuangzi red.
Chen Jiaqiao took a hundred men's infantry bows and detoured back to the woods. Using close range shooting, he shot down a large area of the defeated army.
On the high ground of Zhuangzi, there were dozens of village women named Sister Lian. They were carrying long bows but could not use them. They simply cursed them for a few rounds before hurriedly walking down.
Chen Sheng and Hei Fu, both in their 20s and 30s, were somewhat silent for a moment. They originally expected to fight for a round, but the scene in front of them clearly meant that the fight was about to end.
"Lord."
"Mr. Wenlong...call me boss."
Jia Zhou smiled slightly, "I'm somewhat used to it. Master, have you ever thought about why these two thousand defeated troops rushed to Horseshoe Lake?"
"There's something wrong with something."
"The inner city is the last river and mountain of the Great Epoch, at the foot of the emperor. No matter how rotten the court is, troops will eventually be sent to kill it, and the position of the official road is the most important."
"My lord, it's just someone who wants to borrow a knife to kill someone. It's not difficult to guess who it is. In this world, interests dictate that blocking someone's money is like killing one's parents."
"My lord, think deeply."
Jia Zhou turned around and walked down the stairs. After a while, the slightly stooped figure disappeared from sight.
"Boy, where did you find the treasure?" Zhuge Fan looked dissatisfied.
"What treasure?"
"How silly, such a arrogant and arrogant counselor, why don't you hurry up and offer incense to him!"
"Mr. Wenlong and I are friends of gentlemen."
"You're a gentleman, as I say, kill the chicken and drink the wine."
Xu Mu was speechless and too lazy to pay attention to this old man anymore.
However, Jia Zhou's words are actually to the point. Profit driven? The four major households in Tangjiang? The number one skinny young man, Lu Zizhong?
"My boss, these defeated troops have all fled! If not, we will pursue them again!"
"Wei Feng, don't chase after the poor enemy. First, close the battlefield, move the bodies farther away and burn them."
It's just a broken army, it doesn't matter at all. I guess if I rush back to the official road, I will be counterattacked by the camp soldiers again.
After hesitating for a moment, Xu Mu also turned around and was about to walk down the stairs. After walking a few steps, he suddenly remembered something.
"Master Tie, how many kilograms of iron does it cost to make a pair of iron riding equipment?"
"What kind of iron riding equipment? Where did you hear that?" Chen Dati, who was standing next to him, suddenly had a strange tone.
"Heavy cavalry armor covering the whole body..."
"About fifty pounds."
Listening, Xu Mu was speechless. A long knife weighs less than two kilograms of iron, and a pair of iron riding gear costs fifty kilograms.
Sure enough, although the cavalry is terrifyingly lethal, it is also true that it costs money. However, Xu Mu has always adhered to the principle that good soldiers are less valuable than more. One day, he will have five hundred armored cavalry. How domineering he will look.
"Boy, don't think about it." Chen Datie burped, "You have a private soldier's notarization, so you can make a sword, bow and crossbow. But how dare you make a fifty-pound iron riding equipment? Over there at the official workshop, Sooner or later, we will send an army to destroy you."
"After you figure out the path, come and talk to me."
Although Xu Mu was disappointed, his face turned happy again. He could tell that Chen Datie was actually willing to help him.
"My son, why don't you go to the Saibei grassland and raid Beidi Khan's kennel." The old scholar was drunk.
"Senior, please have a drink."
Xu Mu rubbed his forehead. The three elders in Zhuangzi must have become old drunkards.
When Xu Mu walked down the stage, Wei Feng and others cheered.
"My boss, this round was pretty good. I picked up hundreds of good knives, more than thirty iron bows, and seven or eight horses!"
Xu Mu smiled with satisfaction. As the spoils of defeating the defeated army, he could gather them into Zhuangzi this round. In this way, the number of armed people can be increased a lot.
"Wei Feng, how many people are injured?"
"Boss, there's no injury here. Only Ma Xiaoteng's new little idiot got half a cut on his thigh, and he's still crying right now."
"Before they warmed up, these defeated troops ran away crying."
