Chapter 181: Coward
When Ji Huanan was speaking just now, He Dazhuang was right next to him, so he heard it clearly.
"Major General, I don't know until I've fought. I dare not exaggerate. Just watch me!"
"Alright, this battle will be yours. If you're defeated, retreat immediately and don't fight too long!"
"yes!"
He Dazhuang rode out on his horse, charging towards the black bull with high morale.
Black Bull is as his name suggests, black and strong, just like a bull.
He used a copper hammer weighing over a hundred pounds. After they introduced themselves to each other, they swung the hammer and started fighting.
He Dazhuang didn't waste any time talking to him. He swung his eighty-jin sword with great vigor. Hei Niu blocked it with his sledgehammer. The two big men fought evenly and it was difficult to tell who was the better of them.
Both of them used heavy weapons, and every time they collided, there was a loud noise. The people in the distance didn't know what was going on and thought it was thunder.
The two fought for more than ten rounds. He Dazhuang seized the opportunity to make a feint. Hei Niu thought it was an opportunity and hit him in the face with a hammer.
He Dazhuang leaned back and the copper hammer passed by his face. Before Hei Niu could finish his attack, a long knife was thrust forward and the blade went straight into his chest. Hei Niu didn't even have a chance to dodge and met his death.
"good!"
"We, the Great Zhou, won two games!"
On the side of the Great Zhou, morale was high and the cheers were deafening.
The 100,000-strong Laotian army was like quails, not daring to say a word, and had completely lost the arrogance they had when they first arrived.
Seeing that things were not going well, Qu Baowu kicked over several soldiers in front of him and cursed, "You are all useless, a bunch of useless people!
I'm going to personally take action. Watch me twist Nangong Min's head off and use it as a stool!"
"General, no!"
Unfortunately, he didn't wait for anyone to persuade him and had already ridden out of the camp.
"Nangong Min, what's the point of watching your men fight? If we're going to fight, we should use real swords and guns to determine who's better!"
"good!"
Nangong Min had no reason to back down after being named.
"Major General, let me go!"
Ji Huanan and others tried their best to stop them, but Nangong Min raised his hand to signal them not to try anymore and rode his horse to meet them.
The two main generals had dealt with each other before and were old acquaintances, so naturally there was less courtesy.
"Nangong Min, we fought last time and it ended in a draw, but today we have a result."
"That's exactly what I meant!"
Nangong Min used a big knife, which was slightly lighter than the one Bai Li used, weighing only sixty pounds.
Qu Baowu used a long whip, and Nangong Min was obviously at a disadvantage in terms of weapons.
But he had been following Bai Li for several months, watching her train soldiers, and he had secretly studied her moves, which were all quite practical in actual combat, much better than the fancy moves of many sects and big schools.
As the young master of a noble family, he naturally gathered ideas from all quarters, the more the better, and learned from everyone and followed their example.
Sure enough, Qu Baowu soon discovered that he was different from before, and it seemed that his martial arts had improved by leaps and bounds.
He had barely been able to fight him to a draw before, but now he was suppressed by him everywhere and his long whip was completely useless.
When Nangong Min chopped him down with a knife, he actually feinted and turned around and ran away!
Everyone thought he was luring the enemy deep into their territory, so Nangong Min rode his horse to chase him. All the soldiers on the Great Zhou side were worried, thinking that the major general had fallen into a trap.
Who knew that Qu Baowu had no intention of fighting again and actually ran back to the camp!
Everyone was shocked. The great general of Laos actually acted like a coward!
Nangong Min was stunned for a while and then rode back on horseback. He would not be so stupid as to rush into the enemy camp.
Shangguan Yu immediately used his sharp tongue.
"Hahaha! Laos is hilarious!"
"A great general is actually a coward!"
"Why call him Qu Bawu? Just call him Qu Wugui, the curved-headed turtle! Haha!"
Every word Shangguan Yu spoke was like a slap in the face of every Laotian soldier. Every word was like a shame, nailed straight into everyone's heart.
Nangong Min's brows were furrowed throughout the short journey back.
Suddenly he clamped his legs around the horse's belly and whipped its butt hard. The horse felt pain and ran towards the camp at full speed.
"Quick, archers, crossbowmen, prepare! Enemy attack!"
Fortunately, the soldiers of the Great Zhou were well-trained. Although they were still confused, their hands and feet were quick and they followed orders as quickly as their brains.
After a slight adjustment, the entire camp became a large circle, with the Eight Ox Crossbows as the center, the soldiers surrounding it, and the archers and crossbowmen outside.
Nangong Min had just returned to the camp when there was movement in Laos.
"Damn Lao dogs! They're just trying to fight a general, but they're actually resorting to a group fight. They've surrounded us!"
Bai Erlang was furious. Such a great country actually resorted to such despicable means.
"Eight Ox Crossbows, fire!"
At Nangong Min's command, more than two hundred eight-ox crossbows were fired at the same time. More than two hundred arrows shot towards the Laotian army from all directions with thunderous force, knocking down a large number of Laotian soldiers at once. Even Qu Baowu, who was hiding behind the soldiers, was knocked off his horse by the soldiers in front and was almost trampled to death.
"Quick! Back off, back off!"
Qu Baowu was a coward, he just relied on his appearance to scare people, without nepotism he would never have been able to sit in the position of general.
Qu Baowu led a thousand personal soldiers and retreated regardless of the consequences, constantly urging the rest of the cannon fodder to go forward and block the arrows and die.
After a period of panic, the Laotian army retreated several miles, stepping on the corpses of their companions.
While the Eight Oxen Crossbow was being strung, Qu Baou and others saw no movement and urged their soldiers to charge back.
"Anyone who dares to retreat will be killed without mercy!"
He swung his long whip, picked up a man, whipped him, and threw him to the ground, and the man fell to the ground and died.
When the others saw this, they knew that if they rushed forward they would die, and if they retreated they would also die. Since they would all die anyway, they might as well give it a try. Maybe they could fight their way out, earn military merit, and bring honor to their families and become famous.
So, the Laotian troops that had just retreated rushed back like a tide of ants.
"Major General, they are back again!"
Ji Huanan secretly felt regretful. If the major general had listened to him, he would have taken the opportunity to escape and would have almost returned to the barracks by now.
Nangong Min looked at the billowing dust ahead and it seemed that two-thirds of the Laotian army was still there.
"Crossbowmen, archers, get ready, shoot!"
Outside the range of the Laotian army's bows and arrows, the crossbows of the Great Zhou hit their chests and heads.
The huge impact force also knocked down many soldiers behind. Those in front fell down in a circle because of being shot by arrows, and those in the back fell down in a circle because of being knocked down.
Nangong Min brought five thousand repeating crossbows, and with ten crossbows firing continuously, one wave of arrow rain would be fifty thousand.
The Laotian army was marching in a charge and had no way to avoid the arrows.
Besides, their little leader never thought that the range of the bows and arrows of the Great Zhou was so long. He didn't even raise his shield, so the hit rate was at least 99%, if not 100%.
Fortunately, the roads were narrow, and the Laotian army divided into three groups to charge: the hillside, the road, and the woods, with only a few hundred people leading each group.
After enduring a hail of arrows and losing thousands of men, the Laotian army wanted to retreat again.
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