Lu Tu took the lead, charging forward with his broadsword. He had not brought any captured spears with him on this mission, and he did not expect that they would be so much less lethal.
The group of men in black on the other side clearly did not expect that Lu Tu's men would be so brave. They did not panic at all after being ambushed, and actually organized an effective counterattack at the first moment.
Without a second thought, the leader roared at all the assassins, "The Holy Lord has ordered that not a single one be spared!"
50 steps, 40 steps... 10 steps.
Lu Tu steered his warhorse and quickly charged into the ranks of the men in black. Using the momentum of the charge, he knocked away seven or eight men blocking his way. Nie Yun and the others followed closely behind, using the advantage of cavalry to continuously attack the enemy's formation.
His long sword flashed continuously, reaping the lives of the assassins. But the more he killed, the more alarmed he became. These guys had the same trait as the people from Hejia Village: their eyes were filled with extreme fanaticism.
If they were ordinary bandits, their formation might not break, but their morale would plummet after being charged by Lü Tu. But this group was different; they were moved by the sight of their comrades dying tragically.
Instead of showing any fear or retreat, they continued to charge forward fearlessly with their knives, clearly members of the White Lotus Sect.
He kept hearing familiar voices in his ears. Lu Tu didn't turn around, but he knew that some of his men were injured or killed in battle.
This was the last thing he wanted to see; the feud was now completely settled!
As Lü Tu plunged his knife into a man's heart, he sensed a gust of wind coming from his left rear. Before he could turn around to check, he instinctively used muscle memory to lean forward, but the knife still struck Lü Tu squarely in the back!
Fortunately, after his last injury, Lü Tu had developed the habit of wearing leather armor whenever he went out. This slash barely broke through the leather armor, leaving a shallow cut.
At this moment, Lu Tu's adrenaline surged, and his reaction speed reached its peak. He knew that this was a group of well-trained assassins who could not be dispersed by conventional means.
Decisively changing tactics, after dodging a blow, Lü Tu shouted to the people behind him, "Three-three system!"
This was also part of Lu Tu's training of Nie Yun and others. He modified the three-three system from the army in his previous life into a cold weapon version. The main purpose was that in small-scale battles, the three people could support each other and achieve a 1+1 greater than 2 effect.
Nie Yun and the others immediately sought out their nearest comrades, demonstrating excellent tactical skills. Lu Tu saw this but didn't have time to praise them, as the enemy still had more than half their men left, and the fierce battle was not over yet!
After slitting one man's throat, Liu Yang shouted, "Big Brother, the three-thirds system really works!"
"kill!"
Nie Yun and others formed 10 small groups, protecting Lü Tu in the middle, and kept moving around. The newly promoted soldiers, after all, had not been trained, and their situation was not optimistic.
Lu Tu did not choose to continue his charge into the heart of the elite troops' territory. Instead, he fought his way back to his own soldiers, who were not elite troops and he was reluctant to let them die.
The leader of the men in black grew increasingly fearful as he killed. He had long heard of Lü Tu's skills, which was why he brought 300 of Wuchuan's strongest assassins, who had been trained at great expense for many years. Yet, they still could not defeat Lü Tu and his men.
They even showed faint signs of defeat! They were always suicide soldiers, not regular soldiers. Unlike Nie Yun and Liu Yang, who had been baptized in blood and sand, they had no coordination with each other and could only rely on their hard-earned killing skills to fight and slash.
Nie Yun and the others treated this as a battlefield, with no fancy moves and every strike deadly.
Chai Yong and the others, having once been members of the border army, followed suit and spontaneously formed small teams of a few people, entrusting their backs to their teammates. This instantly changed the course of the battle.
People from both sides kept falling, but there were more men in black.
The leader of the assassins was just a weak scholar, and he even dressed in white to show off. In his original plan, the result of sending 300 assassins was that Lü Tu and his men would be defeated and killed. Unexpectedly, this trump card could not shake Lü Tu in the slightest.
With his own men almost wiped out, he could no longer stand there and command others. He quickly mounted his horse and galloped out into the wilderness.
Lu Tu's eyes had been fixed on him. Seeing this, he mounted his horse and gave chase, ordering Nie Yun behind him, "Leave no one alive!"
Nie Yun was now completely bloodthirsty, his longsword, which was already dulled beyond recognition, was now wielding two assassin's longswords, wielding them with both hands: "Don't worry, brother, none of these bastards will survive!"
After running for a mile, the leader of the assassins finally breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to turn around to see if anyone was chasing him, he discovered that Lu Tu was chasing him with the reins in his hand, about twenty feet behind him!
Terrified, he let out a howl and whipped his horse wildly.
Lu Tu's warhorse was captured from the Wuhuan cavalry, and naturally it was not comparable to the horses of the White Lotus Sect. The distance between the two sides was getting closer and closer, and they had entered the accurate range of Lu Tu's volley.
Seizing an opening, he drew his horn bow from behind his back, nocked an arrow, and shot it toward the opponent's head!
With a whoosh, it struck the man squarely in the back, and the leader of the assassins cried out in pain as he fell to the ground.
Lu Tu quickly stepped into the stirrups, and before the horse had even stopped, he dismounted. A dagger appeared in his sleeve, and without any hesitation, he plunged the dagger into the man's Achilles tendon while the man was still lying on the ground.
Then, with a swift motion, he severed both of his Achilles tendons, followed by his wrist tendons.
"Ah! If I die, the Holy Emperor will be furious, and then all the White Lotus Cult members in the world will regard you as their enemy!"
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