"Not very good..."
Although these men were all tall and well-equipped, their unsteady steps revealed them to be mere showpieces from the Imperial Guard.
"Hmph, what kind of bird are you, daring to say we're not good?"
As soon as Wu Jie finished speaking, a burly man retorted loudly.
Han Mo chuckled softly but said nothing more. After all, these men were to be dealt with by Wu Jie.
If Wu Jie and his brothers couldn't control the situation now, how could they lead soldiers in the future?
"What's your name?"
Wu Jie asked with a smile.
"Your grandfather does not change his name or surname. I am Cui Wenhao, Chief of the Third Command of the Fourth Army, Fourth Cavalry Regiment of the Pengri Army!"
Cui Wenhao said proudly.
"Do you think what I said is wrong?"
Wu Jie still wore a relaxed expression, not taking them seriously at all.
"I've heard of the two of you. Do you think that by killing a few barbarians in the northwest, you can afford to look down on the elite of the Fourth Army?"
Cui Wenhao said dismissively.
Han Mo couldn't help but chuckle. This young man was indeed bold. Fortunately, Wu Jie and his brother had only just begun to make their mark.
If it were ten years later, their heads would already be hanging from flagpoles.
"Since that's the case, why don't you let me see how capable you elite soldiers of the Upper Four Armies are?"
Wu Jie said with a hearty laugh.
"Lord Han, this is just a spar. It's not disobeying a military order, is it?"
Cui Wenhao didn't answer directly but looked at Han Mo beside him.
Compared to Wu Jie and the others, their attitude towards Han Mo was completely different.
Han Mo, as a county magistrate, had managed to have the emperor dispatch elite troops from the Imperial Guard for him.
This alone explained a lot. In the Song Dynasty, you could offend military officers, but you absolutely could not offend civil officials.
Especially a civil official like Han Mo, who came from a prestigious family and was favored by the emperor.
To act arrogant in front of him was no different from seeking death!
Especially since the Han family members were all ruthless by nature.
During the reign of Emperor Renzong, Jiao Yong, a subordinate of Di Qing, violated military orders and was apprehended by Han Qi. Di Qing wanted to plead for clemency, saying that Jiao Yong was a brave man who fought for the country.
He wanted Han Qi to let him off the hook, but Han Qi retorted directly.
Only those who were named with the highest scholar title outside the Donghua Gate were truly good men.
Then, he turned his face black and had him executed.
With such precedents, and coupled with Han Mo's incident of beating up the guards of the Jin delegation at the Shenxiao Palace, even the bold Cui Wenhao did not dare to offend Han Mo now!
"Since it's a military matter, why do you ask me?"
Han Mo said with a smile.
"Hahaha, come on, all of you, attack together. But if you lose, you'd better behave yourselves from now on!"
Wu Jie laughed heartily, drew an iron spear from his horse, and immediately twirled it before reversing it, pointing the blunt end towards Cui Wenhao and his five soldiers.
"Attack!"
Cui Wenhao had intended to show off and not be looked down upon by Han Mo, but he didn't expect to be slapped in the face by Wu Jie as soon as they left Bianliang city.
This was now an open provocation. With a black face, he waved his hand and led the few soldiers around him to charge at Wu Jie.
"Will my elder brother be alright?"
Although Han Mo thought Wu Jie was quite capable, it was still one against six. Even Han Mo was a little worried.
"They're just a bunch of weaklings, nothing to worry about! If it were those people, elder brother wouldn't dare to be so reckless!"
Wu Lin smiled and then shrewdly glanced at the attendants chatting and laughing at the back of the formation.
"Oh?"
Han Mo smiled but said nothing further.
"You attack the left, I'll attack the right!"
"Bring it on! But if you lose, none of you are allowed to pretend to be dead!"
Seeing them split into two groups to flank him, Wu Jie laughed heartily, brandished his iron spear, and charged forward instead of retreating.
The armor they wore was all fine infantry armor, with thick leather reinforced with steel plates on the chest, back, and joints.
It could be said to be a balance between the defense of iron armor and the lightness of leather armor, and their weapons were uniform standard long spears.
Wu Jie didn't have to worry about inflicting fatal wounds. He lowered his stance and executed a 'Sweep the Army' move, immediately halting their offensive.
They stopped, but Wu Jie gave them no chance. Without hesitation, he charged forward again.
His iron spear transformed into a venomous dragon, and in just one exchange, two Imperial Guard soldiers were already groaning on the ground, clutching their thighs.
After gaining the upper hand, he became even more ruthless. With a backhand thrust, he aimed directly for Cui Wenhao's neck.
Cui Wenhao was startled and quickly retreated.
But as he retreated, Wu Jie spun around again and delivered another sweep, and the three unlucky soldiers who had just charged forward were struck.
They didn't even have time to block with their weapons before they were knocked to the ground by Wu Jie's spear.
"A bunch of rabble!"
Wu Jie disdainfully plunged his iron spear into the ground and then beckoned to Cui Wenhao.
Seeing that these men couldn't even last three rounds, Cui Wenhao was both ashamed and enraged.
"Take this!"
Cui Wenhao's eyes reddened, and he thrust his spear at Wu Jie's head with all his might.
But just as his long spear was about to touch Wu Jie's body, Wu Jie turned with lightning speed, and his two large hands grabbed the thrusting spear.
"Let go!"
Wu Jie roared, then used his brute strength to prepare to disarm Cui Wenhao with his bare hands.
Cui Wenhao originally wanted to maintain his last shred of dignity, but he had gravely underestimated Wu Jie.
By the time he realized something was wrong, he had already been thrown away.
"Whoosh—"
As soon as his body landed, the spear was embedded between his legs.
"Do you submit?"
Wu Jie asked with a hearty laugh, looking at the ashen-faced Cui Wenhao.
"Your subordinate, Cui Wenhao, pays his respects to the Supervisor!"
Cui Wenhao swallowed with difficulty, then knelt on one knee, his face red as he surrendered.
"Pay respects to the Supervisor!"
Seeing his ferocity, the remaining men exchanged glances, but soon they all knelt on one knee and paid their respects.
"Get up, all of you. With your amateur skills, you would have all died in the army in the northwest by now!"