I saw several cavalrymen about to break through the defense line and charge into the wooden fort.

Chen Wujiu shouted, "Five hundred strings of cash are here! Come on!"

Immediately, several cavalrymen killed the guards, turned their horses around, and rushed straight towards Chen Wujiu.

Seeing this, Chen Wujiu immediately dropped his spear and drew his sword. Before he could stand firmly, a rider rushed in front of him, and the cold tip of the spear, which was about a foot long, stabbed towards his chest.

Chen Wujiu stretched out his arms and drew his sword, crossed the two swords, and blocked the spear tip with a "click".

The spear was more than ten feet long. The shaft was made from a whole piece of jujube wood, thin at the front and thick at the back. The handle held by the rider was as thick as a can of Coke and was polished to be very smooth.

Chen Wujiu's arms shook, knowing that he could not stop the momentum of the rider and his horse.

He used his left sword to block the long spear, turned around to block the spear behind him, took a step forward, and swung his right sword like a whirlwind, cutting off the rider's arm holding the spear.

Suddenly, a burst of cheers rang out from the back: "Master Chen, your swordsmanship is excellent!"

Another cavalryman rushed over. Chen Wujiu narrowed his eyes, ready to attack. The moment the cavalryman raised his spear, he swung his sword and slashed diagonally.

With a "clang" sound, the spear tip was chopped crooked by the steel knife.

Chen Wujiu used the move of a hungry tiger swallowing a sheep, slashing out with both swords and knocking the rider to the ground.

The two riders came running at the same time, and Chen Wujiu left without saying a word, picking up his sword.

Lei Shaohuang shouted, "Master Chen! I'm here to help you!"

Wei Wuyin shouted, "Brothers, come and help Lao Chen!"

Several disciples with bows raised their bows and shot at the pursuers behind Chen Wujiu. Even the disciples who collapsed in the back banged on the car windows and shouted, "Master Chen! Kill them!"

The two riders were getting closer and closer, with their long spears, about ten feet long, raised side by side, and the spear tips pointed directly at the chest.

Chen Wujiu took a deep breath and used the move "Tiger Fighting in All Directions". In an instant, his two swords slashed eight times in front, behind, left and right of his body, swinging the two long spears away at the same time.

A scream was heard, and the rider on the left was hit by an arrow in the shoulder.

Lei Shaohuang finally found his arrow. The three-winged, six-edged arrowhead tore through the leather armor, as if the sharp teeth of a gray wolf were biting the rider's shoulder, ferociously sucking blood.

Chen Wujiu turned his wrist, pressed down a long spear with the back of his left hand, and raised and swung his right hand, splitting the spear, which was as thick as a hand, into two pieces.

The rider on horseback was very skilled. As the long spear broke, he had already drawn his sword. He chopped it down diagonally, and a spark flew on the blade of Chen Wujiu's sword.

The rider used the momentum of the horse to exert great strength. Chen Wujiu's arm felt numb and he took several steps back before finding a flaw. The blade split the rider's armor and left a huge wound on his chest.

He suddenly felt a pain on his back. It was the cavalryman who was shot with an arrow holding a lance in one hand, and the lance tip pierced his shoulder.

Chen Wujiu grabbed the spear with his backhand and was pushed to the ground.

Just as the cold spear tip was about to pierce through the shoulder, a figure flashed out like a ghost, and the hooked long sword hooked the cavalryman's arm, tearing apart the flesh and tendons in his arm.

In the rain of blood, Moss turned sideways, kicked the cavalryman off his horse, and then helped Chen Wujiu climb up the hill.

"Hiss..." Chen Wujiu clenched his teeth and breathed in cold air through between his teeth.

Moss massaged Chen Wujiu's shoulder a few times to stop the bleeding, then applied medicine and bandaged the wound neatly, saying:

"Two fists cannot defeat four hands. The safety of Lord Chen is of vital importance to the millions of people living outside Jingzhou City."

"I hope Master Chen will rest well in the rear and not charge into the battle again."

After saying that, he came out with a sword and joined the battle.

Seeing them fighting bloody battles against a large number of opponents, how could Chen Wujiu just sit there?

He immediately drew up a single blade and shouted, "Brothers, when a brave man meets a brave man on a narrow road, he will win. Follow me and kill!"

The general is the soul of the army.

The commander was brave and unafraid of death, which inspired the others and made them fight more courageously.

Although the wooden fort at the foot of the hill was hastily built, it was an insurmountable barrier for the provincial soldiers who had no heavy weapons.

When attacking the fort, the provincial soldiers could no longer maintain their formation, and the guards' excellent martial arts skills came in handy, especially the guards sent by Li Yaoshi, who almost withstood half of the provincial soldiers' offensive.

After losing nearly thirty people, the provincial soldiers finally lost their fighting spirit and began to retreat.

Xie Wanshi's expression became more and more serious. From the entrance of Yukou to here, the soldiers of the provincial government had suffered more than one hundred casualties. Generally, the morale of an army would be shaken when the casualty rate was below one-tenth, and very few armies could bear one-third of the casualties.

Although these soldiers were the elite troops under the command of the King of Qin, their morale was inevitably greatly reduced after suffering one-sixth of their casualties.

Especially that wooden fortress. Before finding a way to break it, even the bravest soldiers would not die in vain.

Chen Wujiu had broken two of his knives and was covered in blood. There were dozens of corpses beside him. He was like a demon who had descended to earth. A single glance could captivate the enemy.

Moss and Wu Dadao closely guarded him on both sides and stood in the middle of the wooden fort, fearing that any accidents would happen.

Of the nearly 200 guards, more than 50 were killed in the battle, and more than 30 were seriously injured and unable to fight.

However, after repelling two attacks from the provincial army, the morale of these men was greatly boosted. They chopped off the heads of the soldiers who had not had time to rescue them and waited to receive the reward.

Chen Wujiu cleared the loose soil from the ground, marked the positions of the wooden fort and the provincial troops, and said, "There are still over 400 provincial troops left here, and 200 at the entrance to the valley. We've just repelled them twice, and these remnants have lost their fighting spirit."

Moss added, "It just rained, the forest is still wet, we're not afraid of their fire attack."

"That's right." Chen Wujiu laughed, "But can you two bear to stay here and get beaten?"

Moss nodded. "It's a good idea for us, Mado, to charge. But these guards are too cowardly. I'm afraid they don't have the courage."

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