"Be careful, Xie Fu is a very wicked kid."
The southern barbarian adjutant outside the encirclement quietly reminded the leader.
“Ma Gan isn’t here,” the leader gestured for the soldiers to lie down. “We’ve been fighting for so long, and we finally caught this kid. We can’t be timid.”
In the past two years, the adjutant had not dared to underestimate Xie Fu, who was still young. However, the leader was right; this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that should not be missed, and it would be best to take Xie Fu's head now.
Once the young master of the Xie family is beheaded, the Xie family of Xiliang will have no successor, and then it will be time for the Southern Barbarians to make their mark.
The adjutant nodded. "Given Ma Gan's personality, he might come from the capital to provide support. We should be cautious."
The leader, watching the encirclement gradually shrink, dismissed his adjutant's statement, "Ma Gan can't come. If he does, it would be letting the old man on Xie's sickbed fall into the hands of the Qin family."
“If he comes, he might be able to save Xie Fu, but the capital will definitely be lost. If he doesn’t come, at least we can still protect our family’s assets.”
The adjutant wanted to advise him that the situation on the battlefield could change in an instant and that he shouldn't be too certain of his own ideas, but since the adjutant was one rank higher, he didn't like anyone challenging his authority.
He hesitated for a moment, then decided to give up.
The current situation is clear: the two sides are vastly different in numbers. As long as Ma Gan doesn't come, there shouldn't be any problems.
The black gun barrel slid across Xie Fu's palm, and the tip pierced the enemy's chest from beneath the armor plates at an extremely tricky angle.
Once the spear tip pierced his body, the blood groove forged on the cold iron rapidly drained his blood, ensuring his certain death.
Xie Fu drew his spear, spun around, and defended against the barbarian who was wielding a knife. The freshly splattered blood covered the original bloodstains, and was slowly oxidized by the air during the continuous killing.
The bright red blood slowly congealed into a dark red color, only to be covered again by fresh blood.
The cycle repeats itself.
This time, the southern barbarians advanced wave after wave, giving Xie Fu no time to wipe away the blood, and no chance to catch his breath, rest, or recover his strength.
As Li Tie continued to defend himself, his back suddenly bumped into something, and the scratched armor emitted a dull metallic clang.
He glanced at it quickly, and his heart sank.
It's a slope.
It wasn't even a mountain; in Li Tie's eyes, it was just a slope at most. If it were before, when these southern barbarians were still in the pursuit phase, the Wind and Thunder Cavalry could have simply bypassed them.
Not far in front of them were a group of barbarian men sharpening their knives, their eyes gleaming with malice, intending to exchange their heads for a reward.
Li Tie remembered that there wasn't originally such a slope on this road, but he hadn't been here for a while, so perhaps the terrain had changed during that time.
The appearance of this slope was undoubtedly adding insult to injury, helping the southern barbarians block their retreat.
"Young Master".
As Xie Fu withdrew his gun and retreated, he glanced in the direction of Li Tie's voice and saw the untimely appearance of the earthen slope.
The retreating group suddenly stopped. The leader, who was following behind the Southern Barbarian soldiers, noticed this and couldn't help but laugh heartily, "Heaven is helping us..."
Li Tie gritted his teeth and swung his sword, striking the neck of a man who was rushing forward impatiently. In the instant he swiftly pulled the sword out, blood spurted from the spot where he had drawn it.
The Wind and Thunder Cavalry's years of combat experience have taught them that killing also requires skill, especially on the battlefield.
The fastest way to subdue the enemy is through weapons, and they are also very familiar with how to use them.
If you use too much force when killing an enemy, and your weapon accidentally gets stuck in the enemy's bones, pulling the weapon out too slowly, even by a few seconds, could be fatal.
Xie Fu swept his spear across his front. The quick-reacting Southern Barbarians retreated two steps to dodge, while the slow-reacting ones had their armor scraped by the spear tip, making a screeching sound, and the spear tip left deep marks on their armor.
The few southern barbarians who couldn't escape the sweeping attack were so frightened that they quickly ran a few steps away from Xie Fu.
The people of Xiliang and the southern barbarians had been at odds for many years and knew each other's temperaments very well.
The desperate counterattacks of the Xiliang soldiers were the most frightening.
The Southern Barbarian soldiers surrounding Xie Fu and his group did not launch a relentless attack. Instead, they cautiously observed them, waiting for a moment when their guard was down before rushing in to deliver the final blow.
Xie Fu and his Wind and Thunder Cavalrymen were panting, wary of the Southern Barbarians who occasionally charged at them.
Prolonged periods of high mental stress and physical exertion have left them increasingly exhausted.
The leader and his adjutant stayed behind the numerous southern barbarian soldiers, constantly observing the battle situation.
The leader keenly sensed the other's fatigue and reached out to take the bow and arrows off his back.
Nock the arrow, aim, all in one smooth motion.
He drew the bowstring taut, like a full moon, and released it the instant he aimed it at Xie Fu's head.
The arrow pierced through the rocks and flew through the air, accompanied by a whistling sound.
Xie Fu was being harassed by three southern barbarians, who were desperately holding onto his spear.
In the blink of an eye, the arrow was right in front of them.
The sound of arrows piercing human bodies filled the air, blood splattered, and a strong smell of rust permeated the air.
The distance was too close, and Li Tie didn't have time to raise his heavy sword. He could only rush straight over and block the arrow for the young master.
He was already tall and burly, and with two large strides, he barely managed to block the young master.
The arrow was extremely powerful, missing his collarbone and piercing straight into his shoulder.
With his shoulder injured and his muscles unable to obey his commands, Li Tie's right hand could not bear the weight, and the heavy sword he was carrying clattered to the ground.
Being unarmed is a major taboo on the battlefield. In a place of hand-to-hand combat, being without a weapon will inevitably make you a target for concentrated fire.
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