Yan Three said coldly, "Is it strange that Zheng Sanduo is dead? Could it be that Zheng Sanduo had an undying body, or was he some kind of monster that could not be killed? He led the army to attack Yongye County, thinking that he could solve the crisis there. But in reality, his diversionary tactic was seen through by Young Master. "
"Young Master led the army back and ambushed him halfway."
"The moment Zheng Sanduo arrived, he was completely defeated."
"This is Zheng Sanduo's situation."
Yan Three said, "Zheng Cong, Zheng Sanduo is already defeated. Mount Fuyang no longer exists. If you put down your weapon and surrender now, I can spare your life. If you resist, kill without mercy. "
Zheng Cong's face twitched.
His body trembled slightly.
There was a hint of panic in his eyes and he didn't know what to do.
His uncle was dead.
What should he do?
Zheng Cong only came back to his senses after a while and regained his composure. His eyes were sharp as he gritted his teeth, "Yan Three, don't think that you're so great just because you're Du Qi's dog. I look down on you for your actions. Everyone in Mount Fuyang looks down on you. Now that you're helping the devil, don't blame me for killing you. "
"Boys, I'll reward you with ten silver for each person you kill today."
"Ten silver for each person."
"Kill!"
At this time, Zheng Cong directly offered a sky-high price, encouraging the soldiers with a high price. After all, Mount Fuyang was already at the point of life and death. If they survived this battle, Mount Fuyang could continue to exist.
If Mount Fuyang was defeated, they would have nothing left.
So, Zheng Cong went all out.
Zheng Cong's eyes were sharp as he said, "Kill, kill them."
The bandits under Zheng Cong's command all became excited. Their eyes lit up as they roared and charged forward. This was because they saw an opportunity. This was the best chance to earn money.
Ten silver for each person they killed.
Killing two people was equivalent to twenty taels of silver.
They might not even get such a good thing when they went down the mountain to rob.
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
"Kill these dog officials!"
Shouts rose and fell one after another.
More and more people shouted, and more and more bandits raised their weapons and charged forward.
When Yan Three saw this, he did not hesitate and ordered, "Brothers, attack!"
The soldiers under his command instantly charged forward.
Mordor also carried the Drum Jar Hammer and charged forward. Mordor's murderous aura was awe-inspiring with the Drum Jar Golden Hammer in his hand. He quickly rushed forward and killed his way into the crowd. The Drum Beating Urn Golden Hammer was constantly raised and smashed down.
One after another, the bandits were killed.
As for the rest of the soldiers, they had been trained with Mordor for a long time.
Everyone quickly killed the enemy.
Moreover, Mordor had more soldiers under his command. Batch after batch of soldiers rushed up and surrounded the other party. The thousand-plus people under Zheng Cong's command were completely surrounded.
Zheng Cong relied on the generous rewards to encourage the soldiers.
However, their fighting spirit was lower to begin with, and their numbers were also lower. In the beginning, they had the courage and fighting spirit to kill. However, after a while, they were suppressed everywhere. Their fighting spirit to earn money through killing was completely gone.
Everyone was listless.
The entire situation was constantly suppressed.
The bandits under Zheng Cong's command had already started to retreat.
They could not block it anymore.
When Zheng Cong saw this scene, panic appeared on his face. He became even more nervous. He ordered the soldiers to resist and kill the enemy with all their might.
However, the soldiers were unable to fight.
They were still being suppressed.
In a battle on the battlefield, if the two sides were evenly matched, or even if one side was slightly weaker, they could continue to kill each other.
There would not be a clear winner in a short time.
However, once there was a clear distinction between the strong and the weak, or even when one side started to collapse, the final victory would be decided very quickly. For example, under the illumination of the fire, many of Zheng Cong's soldiers were already retreating into the camp.
Mordor carried the Drum Jar Golden Hammer and charged forward. His attacks were very fast. The hammer smashed down continuously, killing the bandits one by one. And Mordor's gaze had already landed in Zheng Cong's direction.
Zheng Cong did not hide behind to command.
Nor did he shrink back.
Instead, he carried his saber and continued to slash.
In the night, although there was fire, there was no banner to represent Zheng Cong. Once Zheng Cong retreated into the crowd, it was actually extremely difficult to find him.
However, Zheng Cong was unwilling to retreat, so Mordor discovered Zheng Cong.
He carried the hammer forward.
In the current situation, no one dared to fight Mordor.
They all retreated and avoided him.
They were all scared by Mordor.
In the short time of the battle, no less than 20 to 30 people had died under Mordor's hammer.
It was so terrifying that no one dared to go forward.
Zheng Cong was still fighting. Although he was young, he was also quite brave. Seeing Mordor charge over and the soldiers behind him actually start to retreat and hide, Zheng Cong snorted coldly and berated, "A bunch of trash, retreating directly."
"Watch me."
Zheng Cong shouted loudly.
He carried his saber and charged directly at Mordor without dodging.
He wanted to kill Mordor.
Yan Three was also fighting not far away. When he saw this scene, his lips curled up into a bright smile.
The ignorant were fearless!
Fighting Mordor? Courting death?
In the blink of an eye, Zheng Cong was already in front of Mordor. He roared, "Give me your life" and the saber in his hand had already descended.
Mordor raised his hand and hammered.
He swung his iron hammer to meet the blade. With a clang, the hammer fiercely collided with the blade.
Clang!!
The weapons collided and the blade was swung away.
However, the hammer continued to press forward with an indomitable momentum.
Zheng Cong's pupils constricted. He ignored the pain in his palm and hurriedly tried to retreat. However, he was fast, but the hammer was faster. Just as Zheng Cong leaned back a little, the hammer had already smashed into his chest.
Bang!!
There was a dull sound of impact.
With a crash, Zheng Cong screamed as his body flew backward before falling to the ground.
"Pfft!"
After Zheng Cong fell to the ground, he spat out a mouthful of blood.
He supported himself on the ground and wanted to get up, but his vision darkened. His body that had just risen a little fell to the ground.
Zheng Cong, who fell to the ground, had already lost his breath.
Mordor's hammer had been blocked by the saber. In fact, its power had been weakened by too much. Even so, when the hammer struck Zheng Cong's chest, it still caused his organs to shatter. He directly vomited blood and died.
Mordor didn't stop after killing Zheng Cong. He continued to charge.
The bandits were even more panicked.
They all dodged.
If Zheng Cong was still here, they would at least have some backbone and could retreat into the village. Now that even Zheng Cong was dead, none of them had any fighting spirit. They either retreated into the village or knelt down to surrender.
There was almost no one who was still fighting.
They were all panicking.
They had completely lost their fighting spirit.
This kind of battle lasted for another hour before it completely came to an end.
Yan Three ordered a portion of the soldiers to count the results of the battle and clean up the battlefield. He also sent a thousand soldiers to seize the resources of the village and take control of the village.
When it was close to dawn, the results of this battle had been counted.
After seeing the results, Yan Three beamed with joy. He came to Mordor and reported, "General Mordor, this battle has been counted. We killed as many as 483 enemies and captured 465 people. Some of them ran away and we haven't seen them yet. Among them, Zheng Cong was even killed by General Mordor. "
"We've won this battle."
"As for our own people, we lost very few people. 38 people died in battle."
Yan Three said, "The inventory of the resources has been roughly calculated. In this battle, the village has 30,000 stones of food, some armor, weapons, and money. Speaking of which, Mount Fuyang isn't very rich. "
Moledo nodded and said, "Let's make the arrangements. We'll rest tonight and set off tomorrow morning. Leave a batch of soldiers to escort the weapons. As for the rest, follow me to Pandu County tomorrow and meet up with Young Master. "
"Yes!"
Yan Three immediately went to make the arrangements.
In just one night, everything was settled.
The next morning.
Early in the morning, Mordor led two thousand elite soldiers to leave Mount Fuyang and head to Pandu County. As for Yan Three, he led the other thousand elite soldiers to escort the prisoners and the resources behind.
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