Four Hundred and Twelve: Move the Capital to Chenzhou (18)

General Jiu stood up suddenly, his height was nearly eight feet, he was as burly as a mountain of flesh, and the veins on his arms and forehead were bulging.

He snorted, his rough face was slightly ferocious, and he grabbed two huge copper hammers with his hands.

At this time, the other subordinates in the hall woke up one after another, and vaguely found the movement outside. They didn't care about the warm fragrance and soft jade, and grabbed a handful of clothes to put on. It's just that they were drunk and fooling around for a long time before, and now their legs are still a little weak.

General Jiu directly pushed the door open with his bare chest, and a head happened to fly to his feet and rolled twice.

He looked down and saw that the head was facing him, with a pair of lifeless eyes staring so wide that people's hair stood on end.

"Oh, it's really a big fish!"

At this time, a joke came into his ears, and General Jiu glared at him.

Jiang Pengji fought repeatedly, and her whole body was stained with sticky blood, and her original appearance could not be seen. At this moment, she no longer had the elegance of a noble family in a blue robe, but only a fierce and murderous aura, like a ghost crawling out of the eighteenth level of hell.

"Who are you? I don't kill nameless people!"

General Jiu was still full of confidence at this time, because he could see that Jiang Pengji didn't bring many people.

Jiang Pengji's figure and size were very confusing. In the eyes of many people, the more burly the body, the greater the strength and the greater the lethality. According to this standard, Jiang Pengji should be a paper man that will fly away when the wind blows, not to be feared, so he naturally won't really pay attention to her.

Compared with Jiang Pengji, he cares more about the circle of people she protects, each of whom is good at fighting and killing.

Jiang Pengji spat out a mouthful of blood foam, showing a wanton evil smile, and her eyes seemed to flash a trace of scarlet.

She didn't say anything, but kicked her foot and forced forward, instantly shortening the distance between herself and General Jiu.

The fight started as soon as they disagreed. Who cares about so many routines in a battlefield?

Either die or live.

General Jiu originally wanted to make a fuss, but he didn't expect Jiang Pengji to play by the rules and was too lazy to talk nonsense with him.

He subconsciously raised the giant hammer in his hand to block the sharp blade.

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A tooth-grinding collision sound came from his ears. After the blow, a deep mark was left on the copper hammer covered with iron thorns.

General Jiu was horrified, and the mouth of his right hand cracked. The torn wound oozed sticky scarlet blood, staining his palm.

Because of the sudden huge force, he almost couldn't hold the handle of the hammer. Even so, his huge body like a mountain was shaken and he was forced to retreat three or four steps. If he hadn't stabilized his center of gravity in the end, I'm afraid he would have stumbled to the ground and lost his face.

The Ninth General was in shock. Jiang Pengji held the knife in one hand, and with her left hand, she pulled out a one-foot-long knife from her waist as fast as lightning. With a puff, the white blade pierced into someone's neck. The person wanted to sneak attack her when she was not strong enough, but he lost his life first.

The Ninth General was shocked back. In the time it took to stabilize his center of gravity, Jiang Pengji harvested two lives in a row.

"Everyone, everyone, rush up - take him down!"

Although the Ninth General was a bandit, he was also a murderer and evil-doer on weekdays, but how could he compare to Jiang Pengji?

Facing Jiang Pengji's overwhelming attack, even the Ninth General couldn't help but shrink.

Several subordinates also wanted to take down Jiang Pengji with the advantage of numbers and make great contributions.

After all, she had left the protection of the troops and entered their encirclement.

However, sometimes strength has nothing to do with numbers.

Even though General Jiu had more people than Jiang Pengji, it was useless. She was not afraid of fighting hundreds of people.

Her back seemed to have eyes. The sneak attacks of the crowd had no effect at all. The knife in her hand was more like the soul-catching sickle of the King of Hell. One knife into the heart, temple or neck would easily take a life.

General Jiu had no way to retreat. He raised two huge hammers and attacked her head. She suddenly leaned back and flipped over. Her feet exerted force at the same time, and her body slid back like a swimming fish. The horizontal knife in her right hand carried a huge force and chopped at General Jiu's knees,

cutting off both of his feet.

She supported herself on the ground with one hand, kicked the wrist of the sneak attacker with both feet, and then turned around to stand firm.

She wiped the knife with her left hand to General Jiu's thick neck, and blood splattered. Before his head fell, she grabbed his hair.

Blood spurted from the wound and stained the ground. General Jiu's eyes were still bulging, and his expression was shocked and horrified.

As for his body?

Both knees were intercepted and cut off, the head was separated, and the remaining body fell to the ground with a bang.

Jiang Pengji stood in the hall, holding the head of General Jiu with her right hand, and shouted loudly.

"The enemy bandits surrendered, and those who surrendered will not be killed!"

Those who still wanted to fight were killed by her mercilessly.

Others had no will to fight, and they were almost scared by the killing, so they could only put down their weapons unwillingly.

At this time, countless barrages suddenly broke out in the silent live broadcast room.

Seeing Jiang Pengji trapped in the enemy's encirclement, the audience in the live broadcast room had their hearts in their throats and almost forgot to breathe.

Seeing her agile figure and handling the enemy with ease, they couldn't help but cheer for her, and some people even blushed with excitement.

Even if they watched the most exciting martial arts movies, they had never had such a passionate and exciting visual enjoyment.

Because they knew that no matter how real the movie was, it was still fake after all, and everything in the live broadcast room was real.

When Jiang Pengji was fighting, it was like walking on a tightrope high in the air. If she was not careful, she would fall into hell.

She didn't want to be beheaded by the enemy, so she had to chop off the enemy's head.

From the gate of the county government to this hall, there were corpses with broken limbs and bodies all along the way, blood was flowing all over the ground, and the strong smell of blood filled everyone's nose. Those lucky Qingyi soldiers who survived surrendered one after another, and no longer had the slightest intention to fight.

Just before Jiang Pengji led his men to attack the county government, Meng Hun also opened the curtain of war.

The Qingyi soldiers near the west gate heard the news and rushed over. More and more people came. They never thought that after the enemy attacked the city gate, they not only did not leave this area, but sent a large number of troops to ambush and wait for them to fall into the fishing net.

Archery is a compulsory course for every unit. At the end of the day, they have to spend at least one hour to train this project.

They train hard every day, and the improved crossbow has a continuously improved sight to help them improve their shooting rate. Under such conditions, the unit is not a sharpshooter, but they can shoot wherever they point, and the accuracy is more than 90%.

Now, their goal is not the heads of the Qingyi soldiers, but...

Meng Hun gave a hand signal, and his troops lowered their swords, arrows were ejected, and the torches of the Qingyi soldiers were shot to the ground.

In the alley, there were only a few scattered lights, which illuminated a limited area, and the rest was shrouded in darkness.

This sudden darkness made many Qingyi soldiers lose their composure. The next second, they were waiting for a rain of arrows.

Not only here, but also in several other places, the same drama was played out.

The screams of the Qingyi soldiers before they died went straight to the sky, and people kept falling down after being shot by arrows. Soon, the ground was full of Qingyi soldiers' bodies. After several rounds of shooting, the ambush of the troops was also exposed, and the screams in these places attracted more enemies.

In order to avoid increasing casualties, Meng Hun saw this and ordered to fight and retreat.

"Temporary retreat!"

Strategic retreat, only for greater victory and minimal casualties.

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