What a Li Xiaojuan, he deserves to be called the best hero in the Yizhou army. At this critical moment, his thick waist twisted hard, and the iron halberd that was about to pierce Chutian's chest gave him a fierce blow. Chop, hit the three iron spears heavily.
The loud "clang" sound caused Chutian's eardrums to hurt.
Chu Tian hugged the head of the old yellow wolf, who was growling lowly, and forced it to lie on the ground.
Dozens of broken pieces of iron flew everywhere, swishing against the bodies of Chu Tian and Old Huang Lang and falling to the ground. Yellow sand flew everywhere, and the sand and gravel stung Chu Tian's face.
The iron halberd in Li Xiaoluo's hand was forcibly beaten into four pieces. The terrible force caused his body to fly off the ground, over Chu Tian's head, and flew more than ten feet away in an awkward manner, and hit a three-tree tree with his head. Renhe hugged the thick black pine tree, and then managed to stabilize his body.
With a loud noise, Li Xiaodao hit the big black pine tree and shook it violently. The pine needles and pine cones fell like raindrops.
The two tiger-head shoulder pads on his shoulders were flattened by the impact. He shook his left shoulder hard and hit the tree trunk. The bones of his shoulder made a crisp sound. It was obvious that the impact just now was very heavy and his shoulder blade was dislocated. , he forcibly reattached the bones and joints using a secret method used by the military for emergencies on the battlefield.
"Raging Flame Chong! Who is coming? You know, this Raging Flame Chong is a controlled weapon. Anyone who secretly hides the Raging Flame Chong is guilty of treason and should be punished by the nine tribes!" Li Xiaoluo's fingers trembled slightly, holding the small half of the halberd tightly. Hardcore yelled angrily.
Li Xiaojuan was born as a hunter in the mountains of Qizhou. He traveled over mountains and rivers in the mountains and forests since he was a child. He ate countless herbs that strengthened bones and muscles. He also hunted countless tigers and leopards. He used family recipes to make a paste from their bones and polish them. In terms of strength, at a young age, he had a pair of steel-reinforced bones, and his arms had thousands of kilograms of supernatural power.
Later, Li Xiaojuan joined the Yizhou Prefectural Army and was appreciated by the old captain who took office. Not only did he marry his daughter to him, he also taught him all the military skills passed down from his ancestors. Li Xiaojue is very consistent with this set of military killing methods. After one year of practice, he can gain what an ordinary person would have achieved with seven or eight years of hard work.
As he took over the post of captain of the state army, his official position increased, and the salary he received from the court naturally increased, and he gradually came into contact with various magical elixirs to assist cultivation. Although he had only held the position of captain for fifteen years, Li Xiaojuan actually had five or six hundred years of tyrannical cultivation, and the power of his arms had soared to tens of thousands of kilograms.
The iron halberd in his hand was forged by a master craftsman in the army using cold iron tempered by the cold springs in the center of the Yangtze River for thousands of years. It is extremely tough and difficult to be destroyed by ordinary objects.
With his cultivation, his divine power, and even a treasured iron halberd, he was beaten so badly by three iron spears that were several feet long. Li Xiaojui didn't need to think about it, and he knew that this must be a military leader under strict control. The murder weapon "Raging Flame Chong" did it!
There are only a hundred angry flames in the Yizhou army, and they are all carefully stored in the secret warehouse of the prefect's mansion. They cannot be used easily except at critical moments in the war. Li Xiaojuan inspects the secret treasury of the Prefect's Mansion every day, just to make sure that the Furious Flame Chong is properly and safe.
Meng Buding was hit hard by the angry flames here. Li Xiaojue was frightened and angry, and his blood almost spurted out down his throat.
Li Xiaojuan screamed and cursed here, and the armored cavalry and armored infantry on the official road were already wailing.
The strong man holding the Raging Flame Charge in the dense forest aimed very accurately, but the formation set up by the soldiers under Li Xiaojuan was extremely tight. The iron spears ejected by the Raging Flame Charge roared through, and one of the Raging Flame Charge pierced the back of a cavalryman. He entered and penetrated the chests of five cavalrymen along the way, and then fell heavily to the ground with a large amount of blood.
Another angry flame rushed through the dense queue of infantry, and a blood spring was seen to be more than ten feet long. It pierced the chests of twelve armored infantry in a row, flying away countless pieces of meat and blood. , pricked heavily into an old black pine on the side of the road.
The thick iron armor was as fragile as a piece of paper when faced with the powerful Fury Chong, which used some otherworldly and mysterious power, and could not protect the safety of these elite state soldiers.
Seventeen angry flames caused heavy casualties to the state soldiers. Twelve armored cavalry fell from their mounts. Another three cavalrymen had their arms torn off by iron spears and were holding their wounds and wailing. Thirty-seven of the two hundred armored infantry were killed, and 82 more were seriously or lightly injured, all of whom temporarily lost their combat effectiveness.
The ground was a mess of blood and flesh. The thugs and guards from various families in Yizhou City who had just been killed by the state soldiers under Li Xiaojuan were lying all over the ground. Now more than a hundred state soldiers fell on the ground. The dead ones naturally died quietly. , those injured all wailed, and the miserable howls spread far away along with the night wind, attracting bursts of shrill howls from wild wolves.
"Organize the army! Prepare for war!" Li Xiaodao roared and shouted at his subordinates who were in a mess.
Fifteen uninjured armored cavalry quickly formed three rows, holding long spears and glaring in the direction of the iron spears; the eighty-one armored infantry with intact combat strength even took out the thick wooden-clad iron weapons carried on their backs. The shields were blocked in front of them, and they also formed a neat team.
The night wind blew through the small, cruel battlefield, and the thick smell of blood drifted far away with the wind. Dozens of rockets stuck on the ground burned more and more cheerfully, and the oilcloth ball emitted a dazzling light, illuminating the area. The battlefield is only thirty to fifty feet in radius.
Chu Tian hugged the old yellow wolf and lay on the ground. The smell of alcohol on his face when he left the city had long disappeared. He looked at the state soldiers preparing for war with great interest, and whispered to himself: "The angry flames are burning." Oh, what a big move, with such heavy casualties, I'm afraid Sima Prefect will be heartbroken for a long time. It's fine if Liu Yun doesn't come back this week, his return to Yazhou is a sign that he's going to do something big."
"Ah, how could such a generous person be Zhou Totou's short-lived son? If I had known that Zhou Totou had such a promising son, what would he have done to take away his fish shop? This Chai Tou of Qizhou City, Tutou, Litou, Shuitou and Paitou, aren't they all the same to me?"
Shaking his head, Chu Tian said firmly and with a hint of malice to the old yellow wolf's ear: "Such an amazing son must not be Zhou Dutou's son."
The old yellow wolf's eyes were red, and he stared fiercely at Li Xiaoluo, who was striding to the front of the soldiers' formation, and kept letting out low roars from his chest.
Li Xiaojuan dropped the broken iron pole of his halberd and casually waved at the soldiers: "Come on!"
Two of Li Xiaojue's lieutenants were lucky enough not to be injured in the recent raid. They quickly carried a new iron halberd to Li Xiaojue's hands, and then stood beside Li Xiaojue, one on the left and one on the right, holding long knives tightly.
"They are from the Ling family, right? Don't hide." Li Xiaojuan sneered: "In Yizhou City, you are the only one who has the courage and strength to take action against the state soldiers! Hey, you just destroyed Wang Qimanmen, what’s wrong, now you don’t even let go of the state soldiers directly under the prefect?”
The sound of low footsteps came, and a large group of elite warriors wearing dragon scale armor and holding long knives walked out of the dense forest and stood at the junction of the official road and the dense forest.