1007: War in Northern Xinjiang (44)

"Tsk—here's another one to die! If you die too, won't the morale of Beijiang collapse?"

Jiang Pengji carried the bloody knife on her shoulder, and looked at Abalu who was driving forward with a sneer.

Abalu pursed his lips tightly. He was burly and fat, his temper was more like a log, and he couldn't fart for a long time.

This kind of temper is a bit boring, but the psychological quality on the battlefield is higher than that of ordinary people, because they are less affected by trash talk.

"Stop talking nonsense - let's fight!"

After Abalu said this, he hit him as soon as he said it.

He knew that he was not Jiang Pengji's opponent, but he still had a little luck in his heart——

Jiang Pengji had already fought with two people, going back and forth for more than a hundred strokes, it must have exhausted her energy a lot.

If I take advantage of this, maybe I can win.

Even if you can't win, if you are more careful, you can retreat completely.

However, this fluke mentality soon collapsed - when he and Jiang Pengji fought for the first time, he was nearly knocked off his horse by a heavy mountain-like force, and the horse that dismounted screamed with difficulty - Abalu knew , the first two people died unjustly.

When strangers see Jiang Pengji, they will subconsciously think that she takes the agile route and has little strength.

Ordinary people always think that strength is related to size, and the bigger the size, the stronger the strength.

The tonnage of Abalu is extremely heavy, and the strength is naturally great.

Although he is not the most powerful person in Northern Xinjiang, he can still be ranked in the top ten.

It never occurred to him that this young man in front of him did not take an ordinary path, and only after fighting against him would he know how terrifying this guy's strength is.

Subconsciously, Abalu thought that Jiang Pengji was not strong enough, and suffered a small loss when they met each other.

He snorted, adjusted and attacked again.

at the same time--

"Find the best archer and kill that kid—

The sixth prince looked coldly at the two people fighting on the battlefield. He knew that Abalu's fight would be fatal, but he still let Abalu go up. Just to let Abalu attract Jiang Pengji's attention, and then sent someone to kill Jiang Pengji secretly.

The father-in-law has only two sons, and the eldest son died. Hakei is not only the old man, but also the only child of the father-in-law.

This account, the old father-in-law will definitely settle it on him, and maybe he will turn around and support other brothers to replace him as king.

In order to avoid this possibility, the sixth prince could only use the murderer's head to appease the opponent's anger.

Secretly stalking and despicable?

Hehe—Northern Xinjiang is not a dead-headed Han family in the Central Plains, and they don't pay so much attention to rules in war.

Victory is everything, who will be held accountable for the means used in the process.

Besides, the sixth prince had his own considerations.

The fighting general has already lost two generals, and his morale has dropped by half, so he must find a way to restore it.

Northern Xinjiang is not only good at riding, they are also very good at archery.

Almost every citizen of northern Xinjiang grew up on horseback, riding and shooting first-rate.

Putting a cold arrow in the dark or something——

completely fine!

Abalu had no idea that he had become a victim of the enemy's lure, he was struggling with Jiang Pengji, and soon he was out of breath.

The sun was rising, and Abalu's body was covered with sweat, which soon wet the silk and the clothes inside the armor.

The more so, the more terrified Abalu felt.

why?

Because the kid in front of him not only breathed steadily, but also didn't sweat much after playing for so long!

This shows that the opponent did not exert all his strength at all, and was playing with him from beginning to end.

Realizing this, Abalu knew that there was no need for him to continue fighting, and he should find a way to get out of the battlefield as soon as possible.

If he continued to fight, his physical strength would be exhausted more and more, and the hope of escape would become increasingly slim.

When Abalu was thinking about escaping, Jiang Pengji felt a chill.

She backed away with a feint, glanced at the other side of Beijiang from the corner of her eye, and saw the soldiers holding up the battle for Abalu raised their bows and arrows at her.

The audience in the live broadcast room reacted and cursed one after another.

[Yamada Mia]: It's too late, Beijiang wants to be ashamed? They're planning to put a sniper in the back,

Broadcaster be careful.

[Industry Look]: Shit——Aren't these people in Northern Xinjiang afraid of accidentally hurting their own people? How shameless!

By mistake?

The sixth prince has given up on Abalu, as long as Jiang Pengji is dead or dying, Abalu's sacrifice is worthwhile.

Therefore, the archers aiming at Jiang Pengji didn't care about Abalu at all.

When Jiang Pengji caught sight of them from the corner of her eye, she was already bowed to the full moon, ready to wait.

Buzz——

There was only a slight vibration of the bowstring, and several arrows attacked Jiang Pengji's vitals from various tricky angles.

The arrow came through the air, and the audience who had been paying attention to the situation on the battlefield screamed and closed their eyes in fright.

Jiang Pengji, who had always been able to handle things with ease, suddenly got into trouble, stabbed Abalu to death with one knife, grabbed the opponent's collarbone with the other hand, pulled him off the horse's back, and used it as a human shield to block several cold arrows stained with poison. Use your weapon to shoot down the remaining arrows.

Without Jiang Pengji's command, Xiaobai turned around and ran back to his own army.

At this time, Xiaobai's explosive power was displayed.

Before those archers opened the second wave, Xiaobai had already led Jiang Pengji out of range.

Jiang Pengji laughed and threw the dead Abalu's body on the ground——

"The whole army - kill!"

The battle drums were as dense as a shower, and the attack horn sounded.

Jiang Pengji defeated the three of them in a row and escaped the enemy's back arrows. The soldiers who witnessed everything were suffocating and needed to vent their anger.

Seeing this, the sixth prince turned pale with fright—

Hit as soon as you step on the horse, attack as soon as you say attack, at least give some buffer time!

"kill--"

The screams of killing shook the sky, the cavalry of one's own side took the lead, and countless horseshoes skipped over, and Abalu's body was trampled into a pulp.

Jiang Pengji took the lead, and Beijiang's strategy was hasty.

When the Northern Xinjiang cavalry reacted, Jiang Pengji's cavalry had already charged quite a distance.

Jiang Pengji's cavalry was different from the northern Xinjiang cavalry.

Most of the cavalry in northern Xinjiang were clothed in rattan armor, and the horses had little protection.

They are extremely fast, they run like a gust of wind, they are highly mobile, but weak in defense.

The cavalry on Jiang Pengji's side was different. Their armor was similar to that of the horse-chopping battalion soldiers. They wore heavy armor one by one, and held long spears or broadswords. Not only that, even the war horses under their crotches were all covered with armor.

The speed of the war horse is not fast, and its load-bearing capacity and endurance are much better than similar horses.

This is one of Jiang Pengji's trump cards against Beijiang.

The number of people is only over 3,000, less than that of the Zhanma Camp, and each of them is like a small silver mountain that moves.

If the northern Xinjiang cavalry is the wind, roaming and fighting, this cavalry team is a heavy hammer, head-on!

Fu Wang was the commander in the middle. He had already received a small note from Jiang Pengji, which showed the distribution of the army formation on the northern side.

After Fu Wang looked carefully, he knew what was going on.

He had already guessed how Beijiang would deploy troops.

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