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

In a battle formation, once the number of cavalry exceeds a hundred, the sentries several miles away can hear them clearly.

So when the four hundred riders appeared on the plain, Han Fang, who was originally laughing, suddenly changed his expression.

The horse accelerates to the extreme, the man and the horse become one, and the boiling momentum is secretly in line with the will of heaven. This is somewhat similar to the resonance between heaven and man in the celestial realm, and can intensify the damage to the normal qi of the human body.

Putting aside these things involving the laws of nature and fate, when the kinetic energy contained in the extreme speed is released at the point of the lance, the power is often no less than that of a skilled martial artist's all-out punch.

"Enemy attack!"

In the team, a middle-aged man carried by eight people in a sedan chair shouted loudly.

He was a lame man, so he found the organized cavalry very difficult to deal with.

In the northern part of Jizhou, martial arts was the norm. Han Fang had no time to continue chatting with Lin Langya, and hurriedly directed the brothers who were training at Guanzhu Mountain to form a battle formation.

The heavy iron shields seized from the caravans on both sides were placed in the front, and dozens of ash poles and iron spears were standing in a row. The bandits took up their weapons one after another. The village chief grabbed the horses of his followers and led the only forty or so cavalrymen to withdraw from the battlefield. Han Fang gritted his teeth and stayed there to command.

There was no dispersion, cruising and consumption as expected.

It seemed like this cavalry didn't treat the bandits as human beings at all.

Once the momentum reaches an unstoppable point, all that is left is to charge forward.

A cold iron arrow flew towards him. Just by looking at it, you could tell it was very heavy. Han Fang didn't understand what kind of bow and string could shoot such an iron arrow, and wasn't the force a bit too outrageous? But before he could come up with an answer, thunder sounded in his ears.

This kind of sound should have appeared in a sky covered with dark clouds. The strong wind brought by the shock wave was like a knife cutting the cheek. The screams were swallowed by death. Han Fang turned his head blankly and saw that most of the two heavy shields were shattered. A big pit appeared in the center of the battle formation. He also saw the mist formed by the evaporation of blood, and the remains of a broken arm that looked like it was burned by a raging fire.

About thirty people died.

It was not an arrow, but a thunderbolt.

The speed of thinking was very fast, and the speed of blood cooling was even faster. The oxtail knife fell from his hand. Han Fang didn't quite understand why he behaved so badly. Perhaps it was because from the beginning, there was a life-threatening gaze staring at him.

When facing the battlefield, one only needs three arrows.

It means that when two armies are fighting, archers can shoot at most three times.

So the second and third waves each had four iron arrows flying.

Like a sword handed out by a first-class swordsman, eight streams of light smashed into the bandits' team and completely pierced through the gathered formation.

The village chief who was watching from a distance turned around and ran away. He had always relied on four words to make a living: disloyalty. For a bandit, reputation was not unworthy, but it was not worth sacrificing his life for.

Not only the village chief, but even Zu Kai who was standing next to someone was shocked. After nine arrows were fired, he estimated that nearly two hundred people were killed or injured.

The neighing of the war horses seemed to be spitting on their faces. Some of the bandits had already turned around and tried to escape. Jiang Yuan's last arrow flew several miles away. With the nine-stone bow and the energy that flowed for two hundred miles, the moment he released the bowstring, the village chief was killed in his sight.

The horse was smashed to pieces, with only its lonely head blown off. The village chief had a severe wound on his chest that almost tore him apart. The sword forged by the swordsmith clearly hit him successfully, but only the hilt remained. The physique of a second-rank junior grandmaster barely saved him from a fate of being buried in a cenotaph.

The exhaustion of strength and the flying of ten arrows also caused someone's strength to drop sharply, but the warhorse crossed the battle formation that had become a deep pit, and vitality surged in.

Jiang Yuan hung the Tiger-Sword Archery Bow back on the saddle and gripped the horizontal lance. The powerful energy was filled again, and when released, it looked like a dragon or snake. The tip of the lance extended another nine feet, and it looked a terrifying bloody color. He swung it in a circle, and the piercing whistling sound was like a ghost scratching at bones.

A red wave rises.

In the fan-shaped area directly in front of the war horses, more than twenty people were killed on the spot, and their lances shattered into powder.

At the forefront of the cavalry charge, the personal soldiers were waving their sabers, and at Ning Shijian's command, twenty sixth-rank warriors wielded their dirty swords at the same time. The few armored soldiers in the middle of the bandits' ranks suffered heavy casualties. Originally, they would have rushed forward when the battle formation stopped the cavalry, but now they could only end up with tragic deaths.

Jiang Yuan drew out his saber and simply leaned over and swung again and again.

During this time, a warrior with strong aura came close with a sword in hand, intending to capture the leader first, but the result was the same. The power of the dragon and elephant directly cut off the sword and then smashed the head.

With one charge, the bandits were routed. On the plain, facing regular cavalry, the outcome was basically undecided.

The next step was to disperse and attack. The four teams of 100 men advanced in different directions, killing all the way to the end and then driving the enemy back to their original place.

There were only about 600 people left, and half of them died in the attack on the bandits.

A crow landed in the sky.

"The Lin family couldn't have guessed that you would dare to break into the fort, but tonight I will spread the news that the Lin Family Fort colluded with the bandits, so as to prevent you from causing serious hostility from other forts. Since you have chosen to take action, you must act quickly to catch up with their reaction time."

"Kill Lin and hold 600 private soldiers hostage. As for this group of bandits, put them in the county jail first when you return, and release them to face the death penalty when you defend the city. But I will give them a chance later."

"What if the Lin family didn't collude with the bandits?"

"That's just a matter of convenience."

Pei Lu: “…”

What a cult member.

The troops counted the prisoners and casualties. In this raid, 17 cavalrymen were killed. Once they fell off their horses after charging into the bandits' ranks, their chances of survival were slim. If they charged at full speed, they could easily die under the trampling of their own side.

Someone ordered fifty riders to stay behind to clean up the battlefield, and the rest escorted the prisoners and continued to advance towards Linjiabao.

When the distance was still ten miles, the entire army dismounted and left fifty people to guard again.

A total of nine hundred people marched forward in a mighty force.

During this period, two minor incidents occurred and Lin Langya's body was destroyed.

A thin man among Jiang Yuanling's personal soldiers quietly put on a lifelike mask.

As it gradually darkened, a fortress came into view.

A dock was built on flat ground, surrounded by walls, with gates in the front and back. A watchtower was built inside the dock and corner towers were built at the four corners, somewhat like a city with the local clan as the core. The city wall was more than ten meters high, and the four corner towers even had simple giant crossbows purchased at a high price.

Seeing that the young master had returned with the bandits from Guanzhu Mountain as promised, the captain of the armored soldiers on the city wall ordered the golden gong to be struck and the gate to be opened.

Lord Lin personally showed up to receive the expected second-rank village chief. The two were sworn brothers in their early years.

But in the end, he only saw Han Fang, who looked a little timid.

Just when he was doubtful,
Jiang Yuan took action, using the power of a second-grade junior grandmaster and the power of a dragon and elephant, and killed the third-grade castle lord with a sneak attack.

"Lord Lin has colluded with the bandits. Lin Langya and I are close friends. Today I am helping my friend to restore order. If you surrender as you wish, I will forgive you for what happened."

After a brief silence, there was a roar. The clan elders immediately led their troops to resist, and there were also some captives who were ready to make trouble.

The scene was in chaos. "Lin Langya" stood there without saying a word, as if he simply disdained to take action.

Lord Jiang said that he just had to stand.

"Rebel!"

"How could the Lin family raise an ungrateful person like you?"

"Misfortune, misfortune!"

(End of this chapter)