From the pure blood dragon clan, I started to become a human being

North of Jizhou.

A rushing river runs through the Yanmian Mountains, flowing from the central part to the two Liao regions, dividing Jizhou into two parts, north and south.

After leaving Hengshui City and crossing the scattered 80 forts, you will arrive at Shuangmen Pass.

High peaks on both sides rise into the clouds, and mountains stretch over a thousand miles to the left and right.

It is this natural barrier that has kept the central battlefield between Liyang and Beimang tepid. The Shuangmenguan Plain spans less than 50 miles and cannot become a battlefield for a large-scale national war.

If the Northern Mang concentrated its strength, it could certainly crush the Eighty Forts and the two military towns, each with less than 50,000 people in total, but it was foreseeable that they would be shut out and beaten.

In the southern part of Jizhou, across the Benliu River, Yang Shenxing, one of the veteran generals of the Spring and Autumn Period, was in charge of the military and political affairs of the state. He had 40,000 elite veteran Jizhou soldiers under his command and their combat effectiveness was impressive.

Jibei, the third largest horse-breeding area in the world, is like a delicious bait, and Shuangmenguan is a pocket that can be tightened at any time.

Outside Shuangmen Pass, you can see the vast grassland.

A group of five people sat around the water source and lit a bonfire openly.

The standard protective gear of the Fenwu Army was only at the level of leather armor, so the five men did not have bright iron armor. In addition to a lance and an oxtail knife, the most valuable items were horses and hunting crossbows. As for the cowhide round shields, they were all tied to their arms. If they could win, the leather ropes used to wrap them could be used to capture prisoners.

Beside the campfire, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old Jibei boy was lying on the ground with his eyes wide open and his head resting on his quiver.

This kind of quiver is also called Hulu, which the ancients called "arrow room". Choose a person who doesn't sleep much and let him lie on an empty Hulu pillow. If someone and his horse are thirty miles away, there will be noises from the east, west, south and north.

"Brother Jiang, there are the sounds of horse hooves." Li Huoliyu stood up and shouted hurriedly.

The old soldier next to him, who looked to be about fifty years old, immediately lay down upon hearing what he said, and then began to speak:
"Li is a very perceptive kid, probably around 70 or 80 riders."

Ning Shijian had a resolute expression on his face, and the grip of the lance in his hand had been roughened with sand and stones to prevent it from slipping due to sweat or blood during the battle.

Before leaving the city, Mr. Jiang picked out three people from the direct line of the Fenwu Army. One was the new recruit Li Huoli. He was young with a fifth-rank cultivation level and held a jade-inlaid sword in his hand. He could easily break through armor of level 60 or 70. It was obvious that he was from a high-ranking family and was probably from the Yanbao Li family, the co-lord of the Eighty Forts.

The other was an old soldier who had been a soldier for thirty years. His highest position was a squad leader. Because he led his troops to kill his enemies privately, he was withdrawn by the general. It has been so long that even his name has gradually disappeared, and he calls himself Lao Jibei.

The last one is a one-eyed man, less than 30 years old, born as a horse bandit, but if you look closely, he looks like a scholar.

The sound of horse hooves was getting closer, and a black dot could be seen running towards them at the end of the sight.

There is usually no fighting on the border between Beimang and Liyang, and the scouts suffer the greatest casualties.

Because the Wu Liyang cavalry blatantly made a fire by the river, the first few scouts who discovered it did not dare to confront them and chose to go back and call a large number of colleagues.

"Mount."

Jiang Yuan was the first to climb onto the horse's back. In addition to the five-stone precious carved bow, he also had a two-stone iron-framed bow. An oxtail knife was hung at his waist, and the lance was behind Ning Shijian.

"Brother Jiang, let me take the lead."

"How about I punch you again? You're looking for death anyway."

Li Huoli smiled awkwardly. He couldn't accept having a guy younger than himself as his boss at first, so he was almost beaten to death. He couldn't blame others.

Jiang Yuan grabbed the horse's belly and the five riders started moving immediately.

Of course not a straight charge, otherwise all four of them would die except for someone.

Seeing that the Jizhou scouts were planning to retreat, the leading centurion smiled grimly. This act of showing weakness basically killed the possibility of the top martial arts master "White Dragon Fish Suit".

Without words, two arm-length flags were waved, and half of the 100-man cavalry split into groups of ten, each heading in different directions, like a fork stabbing at the fish swimming by the river. Since the Spring and Autumn Period, a large number of people from the Central Plains have migrated north to the border, bringing valuable knowledge and technology to the Northern Mang. The military flag system was implemented by the centurions, because the wind outside the border was strong and sometimes it was difficult to convey the message by shouting.

Next to a tributary of the Running River, five riders marched along the river.

A group of ten Beimang cavalrymen went straight to the riverside. As long as they could entangle the prey, the others could quickly form an encirclement.

Jiang Yuan picked up the second stone bow, pulled out four ordinary arrows from the quiver on his back, pulled the bowstring to its full length, and shot four arrows at once.

Three hundred steps away, the four leading cavalrymen fell off their horses almost at the same time. Arrows penetrated their eye sockets, pierced their skulls, and then penetrated the iron helmets behind their heads.

The fifth man was still in shock and instinctively pulled his horse back as if he were facing a cliff.

Li Huoli couldn't help but cheering when he saw this. Four arrows were shot at three hundred steps, and the force pierced the iron helmet. Such a guy would never be buried no matter what, and he would be able to stand out sooner or later.

The five riders passed by, and the centurion was in doubt and confusion, but when he saw the man abandon his strong bow and throw it away, he became furious.

The Beimang cavalry gathered together one after another. The encirclement failed and they could only gradually shorten the distance by relying on the differences in riding skills and the horses themselves.

The two sides were less than a hundred steps apart.

The Beimang cavalry were also good at archery, and arrows rained down.

Jiang Yuan picked up the five-stone treasure carved bow hidden on the other side and pulled out a black iron arrow.

Unknowingly, because of the existence of the river, the enemy troops had been stretched into several straight lines.

This arrow was like thunder, with a rumbling sound exploding in the ears. The energy in the body spread from the acupoints in the body for twenty miles, and the huge power to tear tigers and leopards apart was poured into the unparalleled precision.

A streak of white light went away and shot straight through a line of cavalry.

The torso of the leading warrior exploded, his seventh-grade physique was as thin as paper, and two layers of iron armor were pierced through. The black iron arrow continued to move forward with unabated force, killing and wounding more than ten riders in turn, half of whom were only seriously injured, with broken arms and the like, and were on the verge of death.

Arrows rained down, Li Huoli drew his sword to block them, and when he wielded the Dayan sword technique, it was like a roc spreading its wings, his Qi flowed desperately, and the sword energy radiated three feet outward. This was the power possessed by the fifth level to open up the Zhengqi meridians, and he successfully protected himself and the one-eyed man next to him.

Jiang Yuan thrust his lance horizontally, and nearly ten arrows were shot down within reach, and the rest of the arrows fell to the ground. Old Jizhou next to him touched his neck and face, and turned sideways to clasp his fists.

"I can only hold on for a while." Li Huoli said. He swung his sword with all his strength several times in an instant and his energy was exhausted. Fortunately, no one stopped him from breathing at this time.

Do it all at once, second time tired, third time exhausted.

The first breath of a warrior or swordsman is the loudest, and the momentum gradually decreases afterwards. If the target is not changed completely during a siege, the decline will only be more obvious when one tries to lift it up again. This is one of the reasons why there are no real enemies of ten thousand people in the world. It is similar to holding a bowl horizontally for a few minutes. An ordinary person will be too tired to lift his hand.

"It doesn't matter."

Jiang Yuan led the team no longer forward, but moved away from the river.

One arrow killed and wounded more than ten riders, almost destroying the fighting confidence of this Beimang cavalry.

The centurion glanced toward the river.

"Sir, you must not do that. If we enter the water, we will become that fellow's prey." the adjutant shouted.

"Turn around and run!" the centurion gritted his teeth.

(End of this chapter)