When enemies came face to face, their eyes turned red.
Zhou Qingfeng and Yang Jian had been fighting for a long time.
Yang Jian hoped that Zhou Qingfeng would be a 'well-behaved' junior brother that he could order around.
Zhou Qingfeng hoped that Yang Jian would be a kind and 'magnanimous' senior brother.
In the end, one was not well-behaved and the other was not magnanimous. Zhou Qingfeng even came up with a lot of wicked ideas to mess with Yang Jian, but in the end, he still escaped from his supervision.
Under the illumination of the torches in the training ground, a sudden glance was enough to make both sides burn with anger, wanting to settle old and new scores at the same time. Yang Jian immediately ignored the 'Woodland Servant' and shouted to his men, "That kid is Zhou Qingfeng, kill him! The Great Khan will heavily reward you. "
Beside Zhou Qingfeng were more than a hundred selected soldiers and ten personal guards. When he saw that Yang Jian was not alone, he immediately shouted, "Enemy attack, get into formation!"
Swords were drawn, and the battle began in an instant.
Although the Wild Nüzhen did not have any organization or discipline, their bravery was not fake. Zhou Qingfeng used the Manchu language that he had just learned to give the order, and the slave soldiers on the training ground immediately gathered and swarmed toward Yang Jian and the others. The scene looked quite frightening …
"Motherf * cker, I told you to get into formation!" Zhou Qingfeng quickly jumped on the puppet goat, and saw Yang Jian throw out a stack of talismans, and with a bang, a sea of fire appeared. More than a dozen slave soldiers who had rushed forward screamed as they were burned by the fire, and then all of them retreated.
The brave attack was hit by a stick in the head, and the slave soldiers at the back suddenly changed from reckless to cowardly. They retreated ten or twenty meters, and only stopped when they were encouraged by the loud sound of the 'electric horn'.
"Get into formation, get into formation. If you want to live, get into formation. Whoever dares to retreat will be beheaded. "Zhou Qingfeng's voice gave the muddle-headed slave soldiers a little more morale. Only then did they remember the formation rules that they had been repeatedly taught during their training.
But before Zhou Qingfeng could really organize his formation, five or six sharp arrows whizzed over from the darkness. Zhou Qingfeng was very sensitive to sound. When the bowstring vibrated, he knew that something was wrong. However, he didn't even have time to perform the 'Goat Jump'. He simply lowered his head and hid beside the puppet goat.
It was very difficult for the power of spells to reach far. If he wanted to deal with a target twenty meters away, it would be better to use a bow and arrow. There were a total of six archers in Yang Jian's team. They followed the direction that Yang Jian pointed, and the arrows in their hands whizzed towards Zhou Qingfeng.
Zhou Qingfeng bent his waist and dodged. Six arrows whistled past his head. The slave soldiers standing next to him were in trouble. They were already confused by the sudden situation, and now they were pierced by the arrows. Blood exploded. Several slaves were either seriously injured and screamed, or fell to the ground dead.
After the arrows, several brave men with knives and axes jumped out from behind Yang Jian. They didn't have time to put on their armor, but they waved their heavy weapons and rushed into the disorganized slave soldiers. Their knives and axes were chopped with the smell of blood. The slaves who were attacked could only helplessly raise their arms to block, but they were chopped off and beheaded.
In a hurry, Zhou Qingfeng's men were killed and defeated. Even if a few people rose up to resist, they couldn't resist the elite soldiers Yang Jian specially selected for the assassination. Zhou Qingfeng was a soldier selected from the slaves, but this time Yang Jian brought the white armor soldiers of Jianzhou.
The white armor soldiers, also known as Bayala, were selected from each Niu Lu with the best archery skills. These people were specialized in breaking formations on the battlefield and killing defeated soldiers. At this moment, although they were few in number, they constantly took the initiative to attack, prevent the opponent from forming a formation, and even forced Zhou Qingfeng to flee desperately.
There was no cover on the training ground, and the opponents' arrows were constantly greeting Zhou Qingfeng. He could only use the chaotic soldiers as cover. A white armor soldier rushed to the front and split the slave soldiers blocking the way with his axe. In the blood, he saw Zhou Qingfeng riding a goat diagonally fleeing for his life. He immediately shouted excitedly, and after seeing Zhou Qingfeng's escape route, he directly threw the axe in his hand.
The heavy axe spun in mid-air and chopped toward Zhou Qingfeng. The blade of the axe made a buzzing sound as it cut through the air. Zhou Qingfeng saw this heavy weapon clearly. He immediately controlled the puppet goat under his crotch to turn back and jump — lower body, stop, step on the ground, and jump up.
Zhou Qingfeng turned back at an almost impossible angle and closed the distance between himself and the white armor soldiers. And he had picked up a spear from the ground at some point in time. After turning back, he gathered his strength again … Sudden thrust!
Zhou Qingfeng was not tall enough, and his thighs were not very strong. He created the Goat Riding Thrust while repeatedly practicing thrusting on foot. The puppet goat's hind legs were quite explosive. It could carry Zhou Qingfeng two or three meters high, and it could suddenly jump five or six meters away on flat ground.
After throwing the heavy axe, the white armor soldier in front of him continued to rush forward. He was waiting to see the scene of Zhou Qingfeng being chopped down. He even thought that he could cut off Zhou Qingfeng's head in the next second and go back to receive the Khan's reward. However, just as he was charging forward, Zhou Qingfeng suddenly turned back, and a long spear silently pierced toward him. It was an extremely dangerous move.
The Jianzhou white armor soldiers were veterans who had been fighting for many years. They had extremely strong combat experience and survival instincts. Seeing that his opponent was counterattacking, he could not retreat or dodge in time. The white armor soldier in front of him fell backward in a very ugly posture.
But Zhou Qingfeng lacked experience. He could not change the direction of the thrust in time, and the spearhead could only stick close to the target's chest and abdomen. It brushed past the target's cheek and left a bloody mark.
Seeing that the attack was ineffective, the two of them brushed past each other.
The white armor soldier who fell backward did not give up. He no longer had a weapon, and his body was lying flat on the ground, but his attack instincts were still strong. He spread his arms and was about to grab the puppet goat that ran past him, wanting to overturn Zhou Qingfeng from his mount.
In danger, Zhou Qingfeng also became excited. His high-speed brain made him react the fastest. The puppet goat jumped lightly, and the Saber of Light suddenly unfolded.
The sharp blade slashed across the thigh of the white armor soldier who had fallen to the ground. It cut through the opponent's skin, muscles, and bones, and cut through the femoral artery. Blood burst out. When Zhou Qingfeng left on the goat, the white armor soldier who had failed to stop him covered his thigh and let out a shocking scream.
Life and death were in an instant!
It took him a long time to cut down a white armor soldier, and this white armor soldier had cut down at least four or five of Zhou Qingfeng's slave soldiers before he died. Zhou Qingfeng was about to retreat when another five or six sharp arrows flew toward him. They blocked the direction in which Zhou Qingfeng was moving, forcing him to constantly use violent jumps that consumed a lot of spiritual power.
The fall of a white armor soldier enraged the remaining white armor soldiers. These Jianzhou elites were originally killing the defeated slave soldiers. When they saw that Zhou Qingfeng dared to resist, they quickly abandoned their original targets and surrounded Zhou Qingfeng. Seeing that they were shrinking the encirclement with large strides, someone on Yang Jian's side warned in the dark, "Don't get too close to this kid."
The white armor soldiers had already shrunk the encirclement to about three meters. At this distance, they could really chop Zhou Qingfeng into meat paste with just one step. Zhou Qingfeng, who was surrounded, cursed, "You think I'm easy to bully, don't you?"
A dazzling light exploded from the saber, and the light shot directly into the eyes of the white armor soldiers. These Jianzhou elites had never thought that someone would use this move. They had been staring at Zhou Qingfeng with their eyes wide open, but in the end, under the strong light, they instinctively covered their eyes and tilted their heads. The encirclement suddenly became empty.
"Quickly retreat, spread out," someone on Yang Jian's side shouted again, intending to remind his white armor soldiers to defend.
The white armor soldiers, who had never been exposed to strong light before, felt a little dizzy at this moment. This was an unavoidable stress reaction after the human eye was strongly stimulated. Under the strong light, even the archers in the distance could not look directly at it. Zhou Qingfeng, who was in the strong light, immediately began to show his power. He rode the puppet goat to the side of a white armor soldier and gently waved the saber in his hand.
The blade did not have much force applied to it. With just the impact of the puppet goat, he easily cut the target's neck. Blood spurted out. The injured white armor soldier knew that the enemy was beside him, but he did not fall easily. Instead, he ignored his own safety and shouted to his companions, "Don't panic. Protect the side with your back to back and slowly retreat. This kid is not easy to deal with."
The remaining white armor soldiers hurriedly shouted the names of their companions. They were already very close to each other, and after hearing the shout, they immediately moved closer to each other and slowly retreated with their backs to each other. They kept waving the weapons in their hands to prevent Zhou Qingfeng from continuing to attack.
At this time, the white armor soldier whose neck had been cut fell to the ground. Blood poured into his trachea, making it difficult for him to breathe. He kept spurting blood, coughing, and repeatedly twisting his body until he suffocated.
There were only four white armor soldiers left who were the spearhead of the attack, and they slowly retreated. The Jianzhou archers in charge of support held their bows with both hands, arrows on the string, ready to shoot at any time. As the commander, Yang Jian was also completely shocked by the battle just now. The combat power of the Jianzhou elites surprised him. He thought that victory was in his hands, but he did not expect Zhou Qingfeng to be able to reverse the situation and counterattack.
Just a dozen breaths after Zhou Qingfeng's counterattack, the slave soldiers who were still alive had already fled out of the training ground, hiding in a place where the torches could not illuminate. Zhou Qingfeng did not stop the white armor soldiers from retreating. He rode the puppet goat and hid in the darkness of the construction site. He shouted, "Who was shouting just now? It sounds like an acquaintance. "
As soon as Zhou Qingfeng spoke, the archers beside Yang Jian immediately shot blindly into the darkness. Unfortunately, it was useless. Zhou Qingfeng's voice continued, "Is it that friend? Don't be so secretive. If you have the guts, continue to fight. Where did your ferociousness go? "
The voice that warned the white armor soldiers just now sounded again. The man sneered and said, "It's me, Jia …"
Before he finished speaking, a sharp arrow was quickly shot in Zhou Qingfeng's direction. The speed of the arrow was extremely fast, and there was even a layer of white light on the arrowhead. With a whoosh, it directly blocked the second half of the self-introduction. There was a cry of pain on Yang Jian's side. Someone who was hit by the arrow screamed, "This brat learns really fast. He deliberately lied to me. The spiritual power on this arrow is so domineering. It specifically restrains me. "
Zhou Qingfeng's happy voice sounded again. "Jia Gang, I guessed it was you. Only you know something about my ability, but you don't know more. Since you people are here today, don't leave. "
After Zhou Qingfeng finished speaking to Yang Jian's side, he shouted at his own slave soldiers with the "electric loudspeaker", "Bastards, don't you feel ashamed just now? Being slaughtered like a chicken is the performance of a backward person. I will give you one last chance to form a formation. If you fail again, I will throw all of you back to your original masters to suffer.
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