Tan Feng flipped his body and rolled from the ravine at the edge of the village to the back of the carriages blocking the road. Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh, arrows were constantly being shot from about twenty meters away. The horses stopped outside the ravine were immediately met with disaster. It was very difficult for the sharp arrows to kill the war horses on the spot, but they continuously shot these animals until they neighed and turned to flee.
The servants who were still riding on the backs of the horses couldn't dodge without speed and were thrown off their horses one after another. Many people fell down and shouted loudly, trying to control the running horses, adding to the chaos.
Tan Feng's horse was hit by two arrows and ran away. He hid behind the carriage and was about to call for the servants to follow him, but he found that some of the servants were very clever. After they recognized that the carriages in front of them were the carriages transporting silver, they immediately brandished their swords and hacked, breaking open the carriages and taking out large ingots of snowflake silver.
One of them took the silver and laughed loudly. The other servants' eyes immediately turned red, and without caring about their lives, they all followed suit. As a result, several carriages were broken open one after another, and even more servants didn't care about their horses and rushed forward.
"Stupid, do you want silver or your life at this time?" Tan Feng brandished his sword and wanted to regroup, but an arrow brushed past his scalp and killed a servant who was desperately trying to take the silver into his arms. The three-edged arrow pierced through his neck and came out from the other side. The arrowhead tore through a trachea, bloody and swaying.
A man who had practiced martial arts for more than ten years died in front of Tan Feng just like that. And when this person died, he was still holding onto the silver in his arms, not letting go. Tan Feng angrily cursed, "Stupid, stupid, really stupid. You want money over your life, what's the use of having money? "
After a few people died, the servants who stole the silver finally understood that 'although money is good, you still need your life to spend it', so they … took a few ingots of silver, turned around and ran. Some people ran out but felt that they didn't take enough, so they turned around and came back to take more. As a result, some people were shot to death because they ran back and forth greedily. As a result, even more people stopped while they were ahead and kept the silver in their hands.
A surprise attack had turned into a farce just like that.
"F * ck your mother. Since you've taken the money, you should at least come up here." Tan Feng was so angry that he swung his knife and was about to kill those who were running away. This kind of guy came with great prestige, but after taking a few ingots of silver, he lost his morale and only wanted to save his life and spend money.
Of the fifty or so servants, six or seven were shot to death, and more than ten managed to escape. The remaining thirty or so people were all hiding behind the carriages that were transporting the silver. From time to time, they would take the silver from the carriages. The servants who were still alive were laughing and joking, not taking the war seriously at all.
Tan Feng poked his head out from behind the carriage and saw that there was no other cover at the entrance of the village. There were several houses about seventy, eighty feet away from them. A dozen or so archers were standing on top of the walls of the houses, shooting arrows at them. He had good eyesight, and when he looked closely, he found that the archers were actually a group of women. He even saw Zhou Qingfeng's strong bow with wheels. The user of this bow was also a woman.
"That's not right. Where did Zhou Qingfeng go? How did his precious bow fall into the hands of a woman? "Tan Feng glanced around, trying to find the target of this operation. He even said to Sly Thorn, who was hiding behind him, "Don't you know how to turn into the wind? Blow over and look for him. "
Sly Thorn, who hadn't spoken for two days, suddenly spoke, "You should deal with these soldiers in front of you. If Zhou Qingfeng appears, I will naturally deal with him. But I won't easily make a move. "
Tan Feng was furious. He called two servants to report to Li Yongfang, saying, "The evil Zhou thief is in the village. Tell her to quickly come up and capture and kill him." When the servant who reported the news left quickly, the arrows that were shot from the village stopped. Tan Feng thought that the archers had run out of strength, but then he heard an extremely unpleasant sound of a suona being blown.
The sound of a suona was too penetrating. No one could not hear it from far away. The person who blew the suona kept playing the same few notes. They were sharp and ear-piercing, which made Tan Feng very uncomfortable. He wanted to take advantage of the fact that the arrows were sparse to immediately gather his servants, but he heard the sound of orderly and powerful footsteps coming from the direction of the village entrance.
The spear formation.
Ten people in a row, three in a row. Thirty spearmen charged out.
Tan Feng fixed his eyes on them and immediately felt his blood boil. He didn't see the unique green glow of the spear formation. Instead, he saw a young man of medium build leading the spear formation with a straight face in the first row — Gao Daniu, this ungrateful kid. I was the one who helped him join Zhou Qingfeng, but now this kid has become arrogant and bites me.
The last time Zhou Qingfeng forced Tan Feng to leave, it was Gao Daniu who stabbed Tan Feng's subordinate to death in front of him. He really didn't give any face, let alone say a good word. Now that he saw this kid coming out with the spear formation, Tan Feng wanted to teach him a lesson. "I'm a person with cultivation. It's too easy for me to beat ordinary soldiers like you."
After the spear formation came up, the female archers in the rear began to move their positions and recover their strength. The servants had been suppressed for a long time behind the carriages transporting the silver. When they saw that the opposite side was actually a group of ordinary spear wielders, they immediately became more courageous and jumped out with their weapons under Tan Feng's command.
This time, Tan Feng rushed at the front. He cast a Golden Armor Spell on himself and used a talisman to increase his combat power. After his status was enhanced, he raised his saber high and shouted, "Brothers, let's go!"
The distance of ten meters was covered in a few breaths of time. The servants were all veterans who trained and fought all year round. Some held short bows, some held knives and axes, and some held iron spears and were about to break the formation. On the other side, Gao Daniu shouted, "Stop!" and the whole team of thirty people immediately stopped. All the spearmen tore the three talismans in their hands at the same time, and a dazzling light shone.
In terms of talismans, Zhou Qingfeng had a lot of them in his storage bag. Tan Feng cast a spell on himself and used a talisman. He felt that it was very extravagant, and he valued the enemies in front of him very much. But Gao Daniu and the others tore three talismans at once — Gold Talisman, Speed Talisman, and Qi Shield Talisman. Attack, speed, defense, all improved.
Tan Feng had a waist saber in his hand, which was not suitable for fighting on the battlefield. But he had a lying saber technique, which was specially used to get under long weapons such as spears on the battlefield. As long as he avoided the spearheads, he could naturally get close and use his saber to break the enemy's formation — this was the unique skill of the Tan family, and he had not used it since he came to Fu Shun. Today, he was going to use it to kill.
There were many servants who rushed with Tan Feng. When they got close to the spear formation, they saw the leader of the team shrink and roll on the ground, using an ugly but effective posture to avoid the spears that were more than four meters long. He was about to cut the feet of the spearmen in the first row when he was covered in dust — the servants all cheered and felt very excited.
Gao Daniu stood in the first row and was really shocked by Tan Feng's strange move. The spearmen in the same row were also shocked and could not help but want to retreat. But if the first row retreated, they would naturally have to block the second row, and it would not be easy to retreat. The spearmen in the second row stood in the gap between the first row and also extended their spears forward — the daily training was effective.
After finishing the formation training, Zhou Qingfeng began to teach the Imperial Guards how to use the spear. The tactic of using the spear had always been the simplest, which was to stab it!
There were not many ways to deal with the spear in the war. You could either stab it with a longer spear, shoot at close range with bows and arrows, or use hot weapons. Among the few ways to break the formation, the lying saber technique had appeared in the wars between China and foreign countries.
It was actually very easy to deal with the lying saber technique — the spears in the back often could not attack the enemies in the front, so they just lowered their spears to deal with the enemies that came from the ground. As long as they did a few targeted training sessions on the training ground, the spearmen would not feel that they could not deal with the enemies that came from the ground.
Gao Daniu remembered the rules of battle. When he saw that Tan Feng was going to cut the soles of his feet, he immediately shouted, "Spears in the back row, stab the ground."
The spearmen with the help of the talisman reacted quickly. Tan Feng was rolling forward. When he was about to swing his saber, he saw the tips of two spears coming at him. He swung his saber and cut off one of the spears. The other spear stabbed into the golden armor formed by his magic, but it could not pierce through.
The place where he was stabbed was slightly painful, but Tan Feng felt that he could still hold on. There were several pairs of feet less than half a meter away from his saber. He was sure that if he swung his saber at them, it would immediately cause the formation of spears to collapse. He had encountered this kind of situation several times, but he had never seen any soldiers who could withstand the fear of death and not run away.
Just as Tan Feng was about to slash down again, the opposing spear formation retreated at the command, and they retreated quite quickly as well. The feet were getting farther and farther away, but there were more and more spears stabbing at him. The spearmen in the back row began to stab at Tan Feng. His body was lying on the ground and it was not convenient for him to dodge. He had to crawl to move, and it took a lot of effort to attack or retreat.
After taking a few steps back to stabilize the formation, they took big strides forward again and stabbed fiercely. The spears stabbing at him became fiercer and fiercer. Tan Feng's Golden Armor Spell could not hold on any longer. He gritted his teeth, gathered all the spiritual energy in his body, and threw the waist saber in his hand.
The waist saber was sharp, and it was effective. Although they were protected by the air shield, at least two of the spearmen's thighs were cut open. Blood spurted out of the bloody wounds, and the wounded spearmen fell down.
"Brothers, go …" The formation was broken, and Tan Feng turned around excitedly. But before he could wave his hand, he found that the retainers who were supposed to be following him were actually retreating. He had spent a long time trying to break a hole in the opponent's spear formation, but the useless retainers were still watching from afar.
This was awkward.
The fallen spearmen were quickly dragged away, and the second row of substitutes immediately stepped forward. The formation under Gao Daniu's command was still basically intact, and their attack power was not reduced at all. What maintained their morale were the corpses of the servants on the ground — just as Tan Feng demonstrated his family's unique skill, Gao Daniu's platoon used their fierce stabs to stab and kill more enemies on the opposite side.
Not everyone could drill under the spears like Tan Feng, and most of the servants tried to chop the spears apart with their weapons. But they had to be careful that the sharp spears would instantly stab at them while they were chopping — it was very difficult to defend against a neat and uniform stab, and it was a test of the servants' mental strength and combat skills.
Tan Feng only wanted to take the lead and cut the soles of the feet, but he forgot his duty as the commander. Without his command, the servants who followed up could only fight like a swarm of bees. They would retreat at the slightest setback. When they saw that several of their companions had been stabbed, they could only stand in the distance and shoot arrows.
Seeing that his men were not doing their best, Tan Feng, who had lost his knife, immediately lost the mood to continue fighting. He rolled on the ground to avoid the spears that were constantly stabbing at him, and escaped from the side of the spear formation.
The spear formation blocked the entrance of the village, and if the servants wanted to outflank them, they would have to face the arrows from the archers behind them and the obstruction of the road. This formation made it easy for Tan Feng to escape. He crashed through a wall of a building on the side of the road, and panted as he circled back to his own team.
A few more servants died in the team. Although they were not seriously injured, their morale was extremely low. No one expected the opposite spear formation to be so tenacious. They were not afraid of close combat, and could not be defeated by arrows. Even in the face of death and injury, they could still fight fiercely, and their morale remained high.
The servants retreated and hid among the silver carriers. Before Tan Feng could figure out what to do next, he heard a shrill sound of suona coming from the village. And after this sound, another group of spears appeared, joining Gao Daniu's team and taking the initiative to attack.
With the help of the Swift Technique, these two teams were extremely fast. With orderly steps, they raised their spears and rushed in front of Tan Feng. Tan Feng had just picked up an iron spear from the ground, and wanted to resist for a while, but before he could call for his servants to help him defend, they all ran back like a swarm of bees. As they ran, large ingots of silver fell from their bodies.
"You bunch of idiots, I'm really going to be dragged down to death by you." As a glorious member of the Daming Border Army, Tan Feng was not willing to fight to the death when he was isolated and without help. He also threw away his iron spear, turned around, and ran very quickly. And when he ran half a li, he saw that in front of him, the two lords, Li Yongfang and Zhao Yihe, were leading a large group of people to support him.
Reinforcements had finally arrived.
"Lord, Lord. I'm Tan Feng, Tan Feng Fengying. The Zhou Clan's bandits are in the village ahead. Lord, come quickly, come quickly. "Tan Feng stumbled and shouted a few words, thinking, 'The time to get back at them has finally arrived.' But after he ran a few more steps, he saw a steel monster more than three meters tall suddenly jump out of the bushes.
This monster's body was as big as a tall building. It roared and swung its iron fist at Li Yongfang, who was riding on horseback. Its momentum was so forceful that it was like a collapsing wall or a collapsing mountain. It was unstoppable.
Li Yongfang, on the other hand, was quick to react. He quickly abandoned his horse and jumped to the side. But it was a pity for Lord Zhao Yihe. He was the commander of the majestic Fu Shun Army, but when he was enveloped by the violent wind from the fist, he was stunned as if he had been hit by a paralysis spell. When the fist landed, both man and horse were turned into meat paste.
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