Yue Pengju looked at Zhu Li suspiciously. He knew nothing about Li Hanzhi. He could only hope that Zhu Li could explain a little and give him the bottom line.
Zhu Li naturally understood what he meant and said calmly, "It's okay. This Yelu Sala is not only skilled in martial arts, but also has natural strength. Gao Siji is in no way inferior to him in terms of skills. He lost because he lacked strength."
"Li Hanzhi is different. This guy is the same kind of person as Yelu Sala. They are almost equal in skills, strength and realm. Even if he cannot win, it will be difficult for him to be defeated. What's more, Yelu Sala has already fought several battles, while Hanzhi is well rested. He may be able to gain some advantage." Zhu Li explained patiently.
Upon hearing this, Yue Pengju nodded. He had no reason to doubt Zhu Li's words.
At the foot of Juyong Pass, Gao Siji rode his horse and fled back, his face flushed red.
He had not expected that he, who had always prided himself on his martial arts skills, had first been defeated by Yue Pengju and now by a Di man in this small piece of land in Youzhou. How could he not feel ashamed, as he had always thought highly of himself
When he was feeling distressed, ashamed and angry, he saw a general with a black face like a ghost running towards him on horseback with a stick in hand, his bright eyes filled with intense excitement.
When Gao Siji saw the person coming, he looked doubtful. This person looked unfamiliar. Gao Siji was 100% sure that there was no such person in the Weiwu Army. Even in the Zhenyuan Army led by Yue Pengju, he had never seen this person. As for the Qingyi Army, there was no such person either.
So where did this person come from? How dare he go forward to fight after he was defeated? Was he too confident
Li Hanzhi didn't care what Gao Siji felt. He rode past Gao Siji, snorted contemptuously, and then galloped straight towards Yelu Sala.
Gao Siji turned around to look at Li Hanzhi unkindly, and then returned to the pass. He ran into Gao Mian, who came to pick him up out of concern for his safety, and asked in confusion, "Was that man just now under Yue Pengjue's command?"
Gao Mian's face turned ugly when he heard this, and he snorted coldly, "Humph, how could there be such a person under Yue Pengju's command. That person is Li Hanzhi, who used to be a powerful figure in the Grass Army and was known as the two tigers of the Grass Army together with Meng Juehai. He is Zhu Li's general in Shuozhou."
"What, Zhu Li is here?" Gao Siji's face changed and he screamed as if he was suddenly bitten by a dog.
He was ordered by Li Quanzhong to come to Juyongguan in order to contain Yue Pengju, but he didn't expect Zhu Li to show up halfway, which made things difficult for him.
Judging from Zhu Li's past reputation, this man is definitely not someone who can be easily fooled. In his several classic battles, he was able to defeat the larger force with the smaller one almost every time. It would be strange if such a man was easy to deal with.
"Yes, Zhu Li is personally leading the troops to reinforce, and with him are 4,000 Yue cavalry, all of whom are his close personal soldiers; there are also nearly 30,000 palace guards, almost all of Shuozhou's spare palace guards." Gao Mian also had a solemn expression on his face. Yue Pengju alone was enough to give them brothers a headache, and now there was Zhu Li who was even more difficult to deal with. It would be strange if they were not nervous.
Let’s not talk about the Gao brothers’ scheming and ill-intentioned behavior, let’s just say that Li Hanzhi met Yelu Sala.
Many people may not know who Yelu Sala is. But if we mention Liao Taizu Yelu Abaoji, I believe many people know that he was a great hero in Khitan history, and Yelu Sala was his father.
When the two met, they even hadn't started fighting.
All of them were alert.
Whether it was from the fierce aura they exuded, the murderous intent they released, or the weapons they were proficient in, the two of them had to be cautious of each other.
The stick is the best of all weapons; the spear is the worst of all weapons. A large iron stick and a large iron spear, these two weapons require not only skills but also extraordinary physical strength. No matter how you look at it, they are tit-for-tat and evenly matched.
Li Hanzhi naturally would not be polite to Yelu Sala, who had already fought several battles in a row. He rode his horse as fast as the wind and pierced the sky with his iron rod. He started fighting directly without even giving the opponent a chance to speak.
Yelu Sala was just about to tell the newcomer his name, but when he saw that the other party was so rude and didn't even know the normal etiquette of challenging someone to a fight, he had to give up. Facing the other party's thundering attack, he naturally did not dare to be negligent. He just tapped the horse's belly lightly, and the handsome horse under him immediately rushed out sideways.
Yelu Sala held the spear handle with one hand at the top and the spear shaft in the middle with the other hand. He pushed out both hands suddenly, like a wild horse parting its mane, and bravely met the fierce attack.
"Bang"
When the spears and sticks collided, both of them shook their arms and their eyes showed a bright light.
The look on their faces was as excited as a fly encountering stinky tofu. They were both extremely grateful in their hearts. This was a good opponent that they could not find even with a lantern. Both of them were as excited as if they had discovered a new continent.
Zhu Li, Yue Pengju and others standing at the city gate were all speechless when they saw this scene.
Yue Pengju smacked his lips and wanted to speak, but finally gave up. After all, Li Hanzhi was sent by Zhu Li, so he couldn't say anything. However, he couldn't help complaining in his heart, "Please, brother, this is a challenge, not a competition. Could you please be more careful?"
The two men in the field had no time to care about what others felt. Out of sympathy for each other, they actually started fighting fiercely. For a while, all they saw were iron guns and iron bars flying like shuttles. The fight was very intense.
Both of them were strong, and when they fought, they were unrestrained and unbridled, using hard force to defeat straight force. All that could be heard was the sound of "ping ping, bang bang, bang bang, clang dang..." of weapons clashing, which was endless and exciting.
In a blink of an eye, the two had fought for more than a hundred rounds, but there was still no winner. From their faces, not only did we not see any signs of fatigue, but they became more and more excited.
Although it was a battle between two well-matched chess players and talented generals, they still admired each other.
After all, Yelu Sala was not in full condition for the battle. When the battle had lasted for nearly 160 rounds, the horse under his crotch was the first to give out.
Although Li Hanzhi was excited about the battle and admired the martial arts of the Di people, he was, after all, a general.
The most glorious and proud achievement of a general is to kill a general and capture the flag. Seeing that the opponent was not strong enough, Li Hanzhi swung the iron stick in his hand more sharply and fiercely.
The battle continued for more than twenty rounds. Yelu Sala's mount could no longer hold on. Li Hanzhi's smashing and chopped were all blocked by Yelu Sala, but the force of the aftershocks was naturally transmitted to the horse. After such a long period of torture, it could no longer withstand it.
Suddenly, the horse stumbled, foamed at the mouth, and fell forward, taking the unprepared Yelu Sala with him.
If Li Hanzhi didn't know how to seize this opportunity, he would be really stupid.
When he saw Yelu Sala's horse stumble, he immediately hit the horse's belly hard, rushed forward, raised his iron club, and hit the opponent's head hard.
It can be predicted that if this blow is implemented, Yelu Sala’s head will become a rotten watermelon.
Just at this moment, a horseman suddenly rushed out from the Khitan camp. Before he arrived, the horse spear in his hand was thrown out. The spear flew into the air, as fast as the aurora, and attacked Li Hanzhi's back like lightning.
When Li Hanzhi heard the news, he had only two choices. He could either directly smash down the stick and end Yelu Sala's life. As a result, he himself would be pierced by the horse lance. There would be no winner in this battle and both would die.
But Li Hanzhi had the upper hand. How could he risk his life at this time? Upon hearing the wind, he immediately gave up attacking Yelu Sala, threw himself forward, and lay heavily on the horse's back, while driving the horse forward and rushing towards the city gate.
An extremely sharp sound of breaking wind flew past his head, and a rapid mysterious light flashed across, and directly pierced the ground a hundred meters in front of Li Han. The spear head was completely hidden in the soil, and only the spear shaft was still shaking with a "buzzing..." sound.
This thrilling scene not only saved Yelu Sala, but also sent chills down Li Hanzhi's spine. How much strength and what level of martial arts skills would be needed to create such a shocking effect
People who are familiar with the lance know that the head of a horse lance is generally spherical, and the entire lance tip is at least two feet long. This person threw the lance from such a long distance, and after the entire lance body penetrated a distance of three or four hundred meters, he was able to keep the lance tip completely embedded in the ground. It was an incredible thing.
This explanation may not make people feel how powerful it is. For example, modern people should know shot put. Even if you have great arm strength and throw it far, in most cases, it will only make a shallow hole in the distance.
And this man who rushed out on horseback from the Khitan formation was like a shot put thrown three or four hundred meters away, and was able to make a small hole in the ground. What a terrible thing it was.
When Li Hanzhi saw this situation, he rode his horse and fled to the pass without looking back, and then he dared to look back.
Of course, he was not the only one looking at the same time. Zhu Li, who was standing on the city gate, also narrowed his eyes and looked at the person who came. He saw the person riding his horse to the lance and pulling it out casually, then looked towards the city gate.
Meeting the other person's gaze, Zhu Li was able to see the man's appearance clearly. He was about seven feet seven inches tall, with blond hair and blue eyes, and was very heroic. This kind of image was very rare even among the Khitans.
Seeing this person, Zhu Li's mind suddenly burst into the Classic of Mountains and Seas. What followed was not a grand sound, but a sharp piercing sound. A gloomy, angry, and old voice suddenly reminded him, "Murong Ba is the reincarnation of Murong Chui, the Emperor Chengwu of Later Yan. Murong Chui was the founder of Later Yan and was known as the God of War. He was one of the masterminds who destroyed the Monument of Heroes. Anyone who holds the Classic of Mountains and Seas must be killed. If the Heroes defect, the Monument of Heroes will never include it. Kill him to obtain the legacy of Mountains and Seas."
Upon hearing this news suddenly, Zhu Li was shocked. Murong Chui, the emperor who founded the Later Yan, the god of war Murong Chui who attacked Pingcheng and captured the capital of Northern Wei when he was nearly seventy years old. This person was actually the reincarnation of Murong Chui and a defector.