If you die too, won't the morale of the northern frontier collapse?"

Jiang Pengji carried the blood-stained knife on her shoulder and sneered at Abalu, who drove the horse forward.

Abalu pursed his mouth, he was burly and fat, and his temperament was more like wood, and he couldn't beat a fart for a long time.

This kind of temper is a little stuffy, but the psychological quality on the battlefield is higher than that of ordinary people, because they are less affected by trash talk.

"Don't talk nonsense - come to war!"

When Abaru said this, he said he would fight.

He knew that he was not Jiang Pengji's opponent, but he still had a trace of luck in his heart-

Jiang Pengji has already fought with two people, and she has gone back and forth for more than a hundred moves, and the physical exertion must be very great.

If you take advantage of this, you may be able to win.

Even if you can't win, be cautious and get out of the way.

However, this little fluke soon collapsed - when he and Jiang Pengji fought for the first time, the heavy mountain-like force almost knocked him off his horse, and the war horse that stepped down roared even harder - Abaru knew that the first two people died unjustly.

When strangers saw Jiang Pengji, they would subconsciously feel that she was taking an agile route and had little strength.

Ordinary people always think that strength has something to do with size, and the stronger the size, the greater the strength.

Abalu has a very heavy tonnage and naturally a lot of strength.

Although he is not the most powerful person in Northern Xinjiang, he can also rank in the top ten.

Unexpectedly, the young man in front of him did not take the usual path, and only after fighting did he know how terrible this guy's strength was.

Abaru subconsciously thought that Jiang Pengji was not strong enough, and he suffered a small loss as soon as he saw it.

He snorted, adjusted and struck again.

At the same time—

"Find the best archery guy and kill that kid—

The sixth prince looked coldly at the two people fighting on the battlefield, he knew that Abalu was fighting fiercely, but he still let Abalu go up. Just to let Abaru attract Jiang Pengji's attention, and then send someone to kill Jiang Pengji with a cold arrow in secret.

The father-in-law only has two sons under his knees, and the eldest son is dead, and Hakyi is not only the old man, but also the only seedling of the father-in-law.

This account, the old man will definitely count it on his head, and maybe he will turn his head to support other brothers to replace him as acting king.

In order to avoid this possibility, the sixth prince could only use the murderer's head to calm the other party's anger.

Secretly put cold arrows despicable?

Hehe - Northern Xinjiang is not a brainless Central Plains Han family, and there are not so many rules to fight wars.

Victory is everything, and who will be held accountable for the means used in the process.

In addition to this, the six princes also have their own considerations.

The fighting generals have already lost two generals, and most of their morale has fallen by half, so they must find a way to redeem some.

Northern Xinjiang is not only good at riding, but their archery skills are also very powerful.

Almost every citizen of Northern Xinjiang grew up on horseback and was a first-class horse archer.

Secretly put a cold arrow or something-

No problem at all!

Unbeknownst to him, Abaru was a victim of luring enemies, and he was trying to grapple with Jiang Pengji, and soon ran out of breath.

The sun was shining, and Abalu was sweating profusely, and soon his hair and clothes under his armor were wet.

The more this happened, the more terrified Abaru became.

Why?

Because the kid in front of him not only breathes steadily, but he hasn't sweated much after playing for so long!

This shows that the other party is not exerting all his strength at all, and is playing with him from beginning to end.

Realizing this, Abaru knew that he didn't need to continue fighting, and that he should find a way out of the battlefield as soon as possible.

If he continues to fight, his physical exertion will become greater and greater, and the hope of escape will become more and more slim.

When Abaru was thinking about escaping, Jiang Pengji felt a chill.

She retreated with a false move, and glanced at the other side of the northern frontier, only to see that the soldiers who were pressing for Abaru raised their bows and arrows against her.

The audience in the live broadcast room reacted and scolded one after another.

[Mia Yamada]: It's a dog, do you want to be shameless in Northern Xinjiang? They plan to put a cold arrow behind their backs, and the anchor should be careful.

[Karma look]: Rub - aren't these people in Northern Xinjiang afraid of accidentally hurting their own people?

Accidentally injuring your own people?

The sixth prince has given up on Abalu, as long as Jiang Pengji dies or the middle and upper want to die, Abalu's sacrifice is worthwhile.

Therefore, the archers who aimed at Jiang Pengji did not have any scruples about Abalu at all.

When Jiang Pengji caught a glimpse of them, the bow body had already reached the full moon and was ready to go.

Buzz –

I only heard a light trembling vibration of the bowstring, and several arrows sneaked up on Jiang Pengji's vital point from various tricky angles.

The arrows burst through the air, and the spectators, who had been paying attention to the situation on the battlefield, screamed and closed their eyes in fright.

Jiang Pengji, who has always been at ease, suddenly attacked, stabbed Abaru to death with one knife, and strangled the opponent's collarbone with the other hand, dragged it off the horse's back as a human shield, blocking several cold arrows stained with poison, and she used her weapon to shoot down the remaining arrows.

Xiaobai didn't need Jiang Pengji's command, he turned around and ran back to his own army.

At this time, Xiaobai's explosive power was displayed.

Before those archers could pull off the second wave, Xiao Bai had already run out of range with Jiang Pengji.

Jiang Pengji smiled and threw the dead body of Abalu on the ground-

"The whole army - kill!"

The drums of war were as dense as a shower, and the horn of attack sounded.

Jiang Pengji also dodged the enemy's hidden arrows in a row, and the soldiers who witnessed everything were holding back their anger and urgently needed to vent.

When the sixth prince saw this, his face turned pale with fright-

Hit the horse and say fight, attack when you say attack, so give some buffer time!

"Kill—"

The killing shout shook the sky, and his own cavalry took the lead, countless horses' hooves skimmed, and Abalu's body was trampled into flesh.

Jiang Pengji took the lead, and the northern Xinjiang strategy was in a hurry.

By the time the Northern Xinjiang cavalry reacted, Jiang Pengji's cavalry had already rushed for a long distance.

Jiang Pengji's cavalry was different from the cavalry of Northern Xinjiang.

The cavalry in northern Xinjiang was mostly clothed in rattan armor, and the horses had little protection.

They are extremely fast, run like a gust of wind, are highly mobile, but have weak defenses.

The cavalry on Jiang Pengji's side was different, the armor system on their bodies was similar to that of the soldiers of the horse slashing battalion, one by one wearing heavy armor and holding spears or broadswords. Not only that, but even the war horses under their crotches were each covered with armor.

The speed of the war horse is not very fast, and the weight bearing capacity and endurance are much better than similar horses.

This is one of Jiang Pengji's hole cards against Northern Xinjiang.

There were only more than 3,000 people, less than the horse slashing battalion, and each of them was like a small moving silver mountain.

If the cavalry of Northern Xinjiang is the wind and fights on the go, this cavalry team is a heavy hammer, and the front is rigid!

Fu Wang was in the middle commander, and he had already received a small note from Jiang Pengji to him, on which the distribution of the military formations on the northern side of Xinjiang was drawn.

After looking at it carefully, Fu Wang knew it in his heart.

He had already guessed how the northern frontier would move troops.