Chapter 1006
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"Tsk … Another one is here to die! If you die too, won't the morale of the North borderline collapse? "
Jiang Pengji carried the blood-stained knife on her shoulder and sneered at Abalu, who was spurring his horse forward.
Abalu pursed his lips tightly. He was burly and fat, and his temper was like a block of wood. He could not utter a word for a long time.
His temperament was a little dull, but his psychological quality on the battlefield was higher than that of the average person because they were less affected by trash talk.
"Cut the crap … Let's fight!"
Abalu said this and fought as soon as he said so.
He knew that he was no match for Jiang Pengji, but he still had a glimmer of hope in his heart.
Jiang Pengji had already fought with two people. They had exchanged more than a hundred blows back and forth. She must have exhausted a lot of energy.
If he took advantage of this, he might be able to win.
Even if he could not win, he could retreat unscathed if he was careful.
However, his wishful thinking collapsed very quickly. When he fought with Jiang Pengji for the first time, a huge force that was as heavy as a mountain almost knocked him off his horse. The war horse he was riding on even neighed strenuously. Abalu knew that the first two people did not die unjustly.
When strangers saw Jiang Pengji, they would subconsciously think that she walked the path of agility and did not have much strength.
Ordinary people always thought that strength was related to size. The bigger the size, the greater the strength.
Abalu was extremely heavy, so naturally, his strength was great.
Although he was not the strongest person in the North borderline, he could be ranked in the top ten.
He never expected that the young man in front of him would not walk the normal path. Only after fighting with him did he know how terrifying his strength was.
Abalu subconsciously thought that Jiang Pengji did not have enough strength and suffered a small loss in the first encounter.
He groaned, adjusted himself, and faced the attack again.
At the same time …
"Find the person with the best archery skills and kill that fellow …"
The Sixth Prince looked coldly at the two people fighting on the battlefield. He knew that Abalu's chances were slim, but he still let Abalu go. It was just to let Abalu attract Jiang Pengji's attention and then send someone to assassinate Jiang Pengji in the dark.
His father-in-law only had two sons. The eldest son was dead. Not only was Hakyi his father-in-law's only son, but he was also his father-in-law's only son.
His father-in-law would definitely blame this on him. He might even turn around and support another brother to replace him as the acting king.
In order to avoid this possibility, the Sixth Prince could only use the murderer's head to appease his anger.
Sneak attack? Despicable?
Haha, the Northern Borderline isn't like the inflexible Hans of the Central Plains. They don't have to pay attention to so many rules when fighting a war.
Victory was everything. Who would look into the methods used in the process?
In addition, the sixth prince had his own considerations.
They had already lost two generals in the battle of generals, and their morale had dropped by more than half. They had to think of a way to recover.
The Northern Borderline was not only good at horsemanship, but they were also very good at archery.
Almost every citizen of the Northern Borderline grew up on the back of a horse, and they were top-notch in riding and archery.
Sneak an arrow or something …
No problem at all!
Abalu was completely unaware that he had become a sacrificial victim to lure the enemy. He was trying his best to fight Jiang Pengji and was soon out of breath.
The sun was shining brightly, and Abalu's body was covered in sweat. Soon, his hair and the clothes under his armor were drenched.
The more it was like this, the more terrified Abalu was.
Why?
Because not only was the brat in front of him breathing steadily, he didn't even sweat much after fighting for so long!
This meant that the other party had not used his full strength and had been toying with him from the beginning to the end.
Realizing this, Abalu knew that there was no need for him to continue fighting. He should think of a way to leave the battlefield as soon as possible.
If he continued to fight, his physical strength would be consumed more and more, and his hope of escaping would become slimmer.
While Abalu was thinking about how to escape, Jiang Pengji felt a chill.
She made a feint and retreated. She glanced at the Northern Borderline from the corner of her eyes and saw the soldiers who were holding the line for Abalu raise their bows and arrows at her.
The audience in the streaming room reacted and started cursing.
Yamada Miya: "What the f * ck. Does the Northern Borderline have any shame? They plan to sneak an arrow in the back. Streamer, be careful. "
Ye Kankan: "Damn — are these people from the Northern Borderline not afraid of accidentally injuring their own people? How shameless!
Accidentally injuring one's own people?
The sixth prince had already given up on Abalu. As long as Jiang Pengji died or was about to die, Abalu's sacrifice would be worth it.
Therefore, the archers who aimed at Jiang Pengji did not care about Abalu at all.
When Jiang Pengji glanced at them from the corner of her eyes, the bow had already been pulled to a full moon, ready to shoot.
Buzz, buzz …
Only the sound of the bowstring vibrating could be heard. Several arrows sneakily attacked Jiang Pengji's vital parts from various tricky angles.
The arrows pierced through the air. The audience who had been paying attention to the situation on the battlefield screamed and closed their eyes in fright.
Jiang Pengji, who had been at ease all this while, suddenly launched an attack. She stabbed Abalu to death with a knife and grabbed his collarbone with her other hand. She pulled him down from the horse's back and used him as a human shield to block several poisoned arrows. She then used her weapon to knock down the remaining arrows.
Little White did not need Jiang Pengji's command. He turned around and ran back to his army.
At that moment, Little White's explosive power was displayed.
Before the archers could draw the second wave, Little White had already run out of the shooting range with Jiang Pengji.
Jiang Pengji smiled and threw the corpse of Abalu, who had died with grievances, on the ground.
"Everyone — Kill!"
The war drums were as dense as a rainstorm. The horn to attack sounded.
Jiang Pengji defeated three people consecutively and dodged the enemy's hidden arrows. The soldiers who witnessed everything were suppressing their anger and were eager to vent it.
The sixth prince saw the situation and was so scared that his face turned pale.
Damn it, she attacked as she said and attacked as she said. At least give them some buffer time!
"Kill —"
The battle cries shook the sky. Their own cavalry took the lead to attack. Countless horse hooves passed by and Abalu's corpse was trampled into meat paste.
Jiang Pengji seized the initiative. The Northern Borderline was slightly hasty in meeting the enemy.
By the time the Northern Borderline cavalry reacted, Jiang Pengji's cavalry had already charged for quite a distance.
Jiang Pengji's cavalry was different from the Northern Borderline cavalry.
The Northern Borderline cavalry mainly wore rattan armor and cloth clothes. Their horses were almost unprotected.
They were extremely fast and ran like a gust of wind. They were highly mobile but had weak defensive capabilities.
Jiang Pengji's cavalry was different. The armor on their bodies was similar to the soldiers of the Zhanma Battalion. Each of them wore heavy armor and held long spears or broadswords. Not only that, but even the war horses they were riding on were all equipped with armor.
The war horses were not considered fast, but their load-bearing and endurance were much better than other horses of the same kind.
This was one of Jiang Pengji's trump cards to deal with the Northern Borderline.
There were only about 3,000 people, which was even fewer than the Zhanma Battalion. Each of them was like a small moving silver mountain.
If the Northern Borderline cavalry was said to be the wind that roamed and fought, this cavalry troop was a heavy hammer that faced them head-on!
Fu Wang was the commander in the middle. He had already received a small piece of paper from Jiang Pengji. On it was a drawing of the military formation in the Northern Borderline.
After Fu Wang looked at it carefully, he had an idea.
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