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The sun hung in the western sky, far from completely setting, but the mountains of Lüliang were already filled with the sounds of battle. Search: \("Finished" "Book" "God" "Station"\) to read high-quality literature for free.

More than four hundred people surged towards the retreating horse team in the mountains, stretching the battle line across this area of bizarre rocks and low trees. Blood was thick, and the stench permeated the restless air.

For Mount Lüliang, such situations were common and unremarkable. Although the power of the Small Bandit's territory had begun to grow, and they had inevitably started to establish rules, such massacres were still the norm for outsiders. Fighting on Mount Lüliang didn't involve much strategy. Sometimes they would greet each other before charging, but more often they would just rush in without a word. Then, relying on brute force, one side would be slaughtered to the point of collapse, and the other would begin the massacre. Today was no different. After a brief conversation with Zhao Si, more than four hundred people charged out with a roar, surrounding the mountains like a pack of wolves unleashed. Before even engaging, a murderous aura rose into the sky.

"Kill—"

"Leave your heads behind!"

"I want to eat them, eat them!"

"Waaaaaah—"

The surging crowd, carrying a near heart-stopping frenzy of shouts, approached!

Mount Lüliang was different from other places. In such areas, opportunistic cowards usually didn't have much room to survive. Even if someone was timid at first, they would be forced into madness by the fierce struggle for survival. The Small Bandit Qiu Mengtang's stronghold had earned a great reputation, and its lackeys were by no means mediocre. At least in terms of momentum, most of these people would be desperate daredevils in other places. Especially in this kind of massacre charge, the scene of bloodshot eyes and excitement in the crowd, with everyone shouting and roaring, was enough to terrify people who lived in peaceful times.

Some merchants who wanted to take a risk on the Lüliang route, when encountering such opponents with bloodthirsty eyes, often couldn't even muster the will to resist. In that atmosphere of excitement, people were crazy. They would really eat people, and even the more timid ones, swept up by the atmosphere, could take a cut or two without losing any fighting ability. Even small groups of soldiers wouldn't want to fight such enemies head-on.

However, on this afternoon, they encountered a tough nut they hadn't seen in a long time.

What greeted them on the mountains wasn't a reef in the raging waves, but more like a giant water-absorbing sponge. The Small Bandit's men rushed up the mountainside in droves, only to be stuck, and then began to die strangely in that one-sided frenzy.

This time, Ning Yi had brought about one hundred and seventy people to Lüliang. Among them, besides some special technicians and craftsmen—plus two cooks who didn't value their lives—about one hundred and twenty were able to fight. They were divided into thirteen small teams. When they discovered the enemy's approach, everyone had already packed up the luggage they had put down. Some were driving the horses to prepare for the transfer, while others, in the form of small teams, blocked the mountainside. There were about seventy or eighty people, each team using the terrain of the mountains to form a group, able to echo each other, but the distance between each group was still several feet apart.

The vanguard of the mountain bandits crashed into such a riddled defense line. According to past practice, in the midst of the fighting, they should have rushed towards the core of the team like mercury seeping into the ground, but this time, surprisingly, no one rushed past. It was as if they were directly stuck by the eight or nine small teams in the mountains.

Blood bloomed and burst continuously. The shouts hadn't died down before figures fell. Since the horse team was retreating, each team was also moving backwards in the fighting, so that at the first moment of contact, the battle line on the mountainside swayed gently like a wave. At first glance, the mountain bandits under the Small Bandit's command were advancing in the midst of killing and shouting.

The strange feeling appeared in the hearts of Qiu Mengtang and others after several breaths of fighting.

"Kill me! Rush over, rush over! Catch those two above! If anyone dares to block the way, divide their corpses! Hurry! Hurry!" The Small Bandit Qiu Mengtang was in his early thirties this year. His appearance was originally handsome, but in years of fighting, he had become more sinister and fierce. In such situations, his roar was enough to terrify people. However, after shouting these words, he smiled with shining eyes: "Ha, we actually encountered a tough nut... not bad."

In the field of vision, on the other side, there weren't many shouts at all.

If it were a one-on-one duel between masters, loud shouts would only waste a person's energy. Some shouts, even if they were issued in coordination with breathing techniques, would never be so loud as to be frightening. But on the battlefield, or in a multi-person fight, shouts are very important. They can blur a person's reason, make them fanatical, and forget pain and timidity. However, in this fight, although there were shouts from the opposing team, there was no widespread wave of sound, which could only mean that the other party wasn't under too much pressure and was completely dealing with everything in an orderly manner.

The battle formation is not like the games of later generations. Once hundreds of people gather together, it is actually difficult to distinguish who is who. The Small Bandit has been fighting for so many years, so his eyesight is naturally still good, but he can only see the soldiers who rush up and are blocked and stuck. But if you look

More clearly, he would find that on the line where his men rushed up, there was only obstruction, no rebound. That was the orderly killing that occurred in the first moment. People here surged up, shouting frantically, but the first batch of people fell as soon as they fought, either injured or killed. Screams were wrapped in the shouts, causing the people behind to rush forward frantically, and the horse team began to retreat to the rear at the first moment, leaving corpses and blood, which were passed over by the people rushing from behind.

Few people rushed through the gaps between the small teams, because they would suddenly find that the companions next to them had fallen. Even if a small number of mountain bandits gave up the murderous aura beside them and rushed inside, they would be quickly dealt with by flying crossbow bolts.

This was the situation in the first moment of the battle. The Small Bandit saw this situation, and his eyes had already begun to shine. The war horse under his crotch was restless, and he was quite excited. However, before long, he would feel that the troubles in the world really came from women, and that was... the psychology he could only feel after he truly regretted it.

Because on this end of the battle line, besides Qiu Mengtang, who was in high spirits, there were several figures behind him, watching the battle on horseback. Lou Shuwan's figure was wrapped in a cloak, and not much fluctuation could be seen in her expression. However, her hands folded in her sleeves were actually trembling slightly, and blood-like heat was rolling in her eyes.

Her throat moved slightly. Although she had done a lot of things under Tian Hu's command, she still didn't understand much about the real battle. At this time, she was only surrounded by a certain restless emotion, infected by the bloodthirsty shouts of the mountain bandits, and looked at that figure in the distance. After suppressing her mood, she asked softly, "How is it?"

She felt that her voice didn't seem calm, but no one else seemed to notice anything. Beside her, Yu Yulin stood tall, frowning slightly. Tian Shi's war horse walked a few steps restlessly, and was stopped by Tian Shi pulling the reins.

"Ha!" This young man, known as the Third Prince, smiled, "These people have some skills, they don't look easy to fight."

"Is... is that so." Lou Shuwan tried to answer calmly and casually.

A little further forward, Qiu Mengtang had already explained some things to his subordinates, asking them to go back and continue to gather people. Then he waved his twin sabers with a crash: "Brothers, follow me to kill!" The war horse rushed out towards the front battle line.

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When the battle lines collided, compared to the frenzy on the other side, Ning Yi's side was obviously strangely calm.

It wasn't that no one made a sound. In this kind of fighting that required frenzy, it was basically impossible for no one to shout a few words. However, what sounded one after another were mostly shouts that cooperated with breathing, or shouts that erupted when killing enemies. There were also people who "hahahaha" killed a few people and started laughing wildly to show off, but drowned in the other party's crazy roars, this side seemed too calm.

"...Go!"

"Stop! Meet up with the seventh team!"

"Meng Shan, hurry up—"

"Don't—come over—"

"Get out of here—"

Zhao Si waved his steel saber and originally wanted to rush up to fight desperately, but then he was pulled back by Ning Yi and others: "Master Zhao Si, we still need you to lead the way here." Then he stayed in the back and watched this scene of easy retreat and fighting. In fact, those in this team now were either penitents from Liangshan like Nie Shan, or experts who were originally famous in the martial arts world like Tian Donghan. Even the worst martial artist among them was actually not weak.

As for Nie Shan and others, after experiencing those things in Dulonggang, their killing instincts remained, but the pleasure gained in killing was actually gone. After such concentration camp-like transformation, they had distorted the most core part of their character. Their three views were forcibly destroyed and reshaped, leading to another extreme. Half of these people had already begun to read Buddhist scriptures, and their usual exercise was mostly done in a self-mutilating way. This kind of person is simple when killing people, and will not shout anything out of their mouths.

Ning Yi wasn't a great philanthropist either, and of course he didn't hope to teach a group of monks, so in peacetime ideological education, everyone attached great importance to various principles in the discussion. What we want to cherish, what we want to protect, why we want to kill people, why we want to fight with people—this kind of thinking is the core. It also preserved the combat effectiveness of most people.

As for Tian Donghan and others, they were already experts in the martial arts world. If they really encountered a big battlefield, people would be like ants, and they might not be able to suppress their emotions, but at present, the problem was that this battlefield was too small.

If it were really on the battlefield, a battle formation of thousands of people, in a single charge, there would be people in front, behind, left, and right. Except for moving forward, you would have no room to move at all. Whether your horse stance is stable and whether this knife can kill is the only standard. To survive, in addition to some more subtle life-saving methods, you can only look at God's will. But at present, the charge of more than four hundred people looks as if it has covered the mountains, but in reality it is just a big melee. As long as there is room to move, and you don't encounter the kind of knife light that is as overwhelming as a raging tide, the master is still a master.

There was no coordination of arms, no encirclement, no arrow coverage. The other party's hysterical roar was basically a stupid act of wasting energy for the people here. Blood and courage are certainly commendable, but to really say that they are fighting for life and death, encountering this kind of scattered charge, this side really doesn't feel too much pressure.

"There's no strategy." Ning Yi shielded his eyes with his hand above his eyes, "This is the first batch of people, right?"

"If there are really only these people, we can just leave them here." Zhu Biao also craned his neck to look.

"A strong dragon doesn't suppress a local snake. Master Zhao Si just said that the Small Bandit's寨zi has one or two thousand people. Kill them until they're afraid and try to transfer them... What I'm more curious about is why this bandit brother suddenly wants to attack me. Who did I offend again?"

"Uh, considering what you've been doing, it's really hard to guess..." Zhu Biao thought, with a difficult expression, and could only wave his hand heroically, "Anyway, no matter what, we'll take as many as they come. This time to the north, didn't Brother Ning also want everyone to exercise?"

"Tsk, although there must be a reason for the brain drain, but... haha, forget it, I can't think of who it would be..."

The fighting over there was fierce, and the attitude of the two people here was really strange. Zhao Si listened to the conversation between the two, and then looked at the killing field over there, his eyes confused and incomprehensible. Over there in the field of vision, seeing the Small Bandit rushing towards him, his twin sabers were like electricity, rushing straight to a small team in front of him, fighting. Zhu Biao looked at this scene and pointed over there: "That's the Small Bandit?"

Zhao Si nodded: "That's right, he has a quick saber and is very powerful. In the past two years..."

He was still introducing, and the team fighting the Small Bandit had been dispersed, retreating several feet away before stopping. Some were injured, but even Qiu Mengtang didn't dare to rush into this gap for a while. And here, Zhu Biao took his spear and got on his horse, twisting his neck: "Okay, then I'll go kill him."

He lowered his body, war horse rushed, iron hooves galloped, and he killed into the side of the battle line. The first mountain bandit who blocked the way rushed up, and then the whole person flew up high. The speed of the war horse didn't weaken at all, tearing out a sea of blood like splitting waves from the side of the mountain, rushing towards Qiu Mengtang.

Zhao Si stared dumbfounded at this scene. Although he had also participated in the 青木寨 melee, and Lu Hongti's martial arts were a level higher than Zhu Biao's, but to say that the momentum of fighting on horseback on the battlefield, Hongti was, after all, a woman, and could not be compared with Zhu Biao, this 二 youth who was rampaging.

"Qiu Mengtang!" Zhu Biao shouted loudly, like a child playing, "Give me your head—"

Qiu Mengtang replied: "F*** your mother!"

Ning Yi looked at this scene and patted Zhao Si on the shoulder: "Master Zhao Si, this is your territory. I want to ask you to think about it, are there any such terrains nearby..."

On the other end of the battlefield, Yu Yulin watched the changes in the entire battlefield, his eyes becoming serious. He had more experience in leading troops and could see the situation of the whole situation more clearly. At this time, he said in a low voice: "This battle is not that simple. Third Prince, Miss Lou, I think we should call our people over."

The three hundred people they brought into the mountains this time were all elites under Tian Hu's command. This was the strength they had on hand. Lou Shuwan glanced at him, her eyes puzzled. Tian Shi was a good show-off, and seeing that Qiu Mengtang seemed a little frustrated, he was quite happy: "Okay, let these bandits see our strength."

Lou Shuwan didn't understand the situation on the battlefield, and after thinking about it, she said at this time: "If it's really so difficult, is it... forget it?"

Yu Yulin glanced at her, but smiled proudly: "It's naturally a little difficult, but how can it be the work of heroes to give up halfway? Miss Lou doesn't need to worry, since it has been decided to take action, I and the Third Prince will have our own share of teaching in the battle."

Tian Shi laughed: "That's right, also, it's very necessary to let this Qiu Mengtang see our strength. It's an unexpected joy that this point is so difficult. Miss Lou, no matter what grudges you have with this person, that was before the action. After the action, it's a matter for us men, just watch it!"

They said it to this extent, and Lou Shuwan couldn't say anything more. Just listening to their words and looking at the fighting situation over there, the feeling in her heart became more complicated...

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