The Jurchen cavalry formed scattered horses, constantly shooting and killing Shengfan around the outside, while consuming the most powerful but limited number of javelins.

After several times, the cavalry did not even have a decent wounded, but nearly two hundred people were killed and wounded.

It's more of a joke than a fight.

And there are more than 600 infantry under Li Luo who did not go into battle, but were just watching the cavalry performance. Lak looked at the clansmen who kept falling, but none of them had any results, and his angry eyes were red.

He charged at the nearest cavalry and threw his bone spear with all his might, but the cavalry pulled away and turned back to shoot at him.

Lak was almost shot, and he could only stop in hatred.

It was only at this point that Lak Drink realized that this battle could not be fought at all. If you can't hit the other party, the clansmen's throwing guns are almost gone, and if you don't retreat, the clansmen will have to fold here.

"Oh...... Yo ho yo ho! ”

Lak let out a cry to break through, raised the iron knife and took the lead to break through to the east, and more than 300 people roared in unison with red eyes, crashing into it like a hurricane.

More than a dozen cavalry encircling in the east suddenly dispersed their way, pulled the distance longitudinally, and then merged with the other cavalry.

Hugu gathered his horse team again and began to pursue the remnants of Shengban who had retreated eastward. The Shengban ran barefoot fast, but the cavalry chased their team tightly, constantly firing arrows and shooting, and there were Shengban's corpses along the way.

Running down two miles, more than 100 people were shot and killed in the escape.

Lak stopped abruptly and raised his head to the sky and roared, his voice full of grief and indignation.

The remaining hundred or so shengfan stopped together, roaring wildly and rushing towards Hugu's horse team.

This is all to the end.

Hu Gu smiled, turned the horse's head with a few gestures, and the horse team also changed from chasing to retreat, but still kept a moderate distance from Shengfan. And all the cavalry kept turning back to shoot arrows.

This is the benefit of Li Luo recruiting Jurchen warriors for his own use. If it were an ordinary Han people, it would take two or three years to train such a cavalry. It's not like these Jurchens can be used when they are recruited.

Shengfan fought bravely against the horse team, but where can he catch up? Not only that, but the feathers still shot like locusts, taking away the lives of one tribe after another.

Sheng Fan chased more than two miles in vain, but not only did he not chase down a single cavalryman, but he was shot dozens of people.

Even the patriarch was killed by several arrows. It wasn't until he died that he didn't know why the Chuma tribe had not been able to come to the meeting, and the Chuma tribe must have encountered these terrible Han warriors just like himself.

The remaining hundreds of students stopped, all of them exhausted, their faces full of horror and bewilderment. What kind of battle is this, gods?

Hugu's horse team, at this time also ran out of arrows. Of course, depending on the state of the life, it is time to use the swords and guns of the cavalry against them.

"Kill!" Hugu shot the last arrow and pulled out his sword.

"Qiang Qiang ......" dozens of swords were pulled out, reflecting the cold light of the sunset.

This is the first time that the Shengfan of the fishbone clan has seen the knife of the Han people. The splendor and delicacy of these knives were like divine objects in their eyes.

Thundered~

After the horse team used this distance to fully accelerate, it was like a huge arrow, tearing apart the only remaining Shengfan team, and one by one Shengfan was knocked into the air, and the sword brought up a rain of blood.

The team of 100 people was pierced in the blink of an eye, and dozens of students were killed in one shot. But not a single member of the horse team was lost.

For the first time, the remnants of the life were really killed by the cavalry.

"Wow!"

The last dozens of students erupted into wolf-like howls, frantically raising their rudimentary weapons and pounced on the horses.

Hu Gu sighed secretly, he knew that he couldn't kill anymore, otherwise the infantry wouldn't even have some soup.

"Back to the battle!" Hugu galloped back.

Dozens of students frantically chased after them, like moths to a fire.

"Guards, kill!" With a wave of his hand, Li Luo rewarded the last piece of meat to Yan Falcon and other personal guards.

Yan Falcon and the others immediately greeted them in iron armor. The veteran of the Song Army, Zhang Yong, also panicked, there are not many students! He didn't have armor, so he simply rushed forward by himself with the sword given by Li Luo.

"Poof...... Poof! ”

"Click......"

"Wow!"

The sound of the sword entering the flesh, the sonorous sound of the iron armor, and the howl of death were intertwined, accompanied by the continuous shooting of blood and the severed limbs of the head flying into the sky, it was like a Shura field.

If you are brave, you can face the long-trained guards who are wearing iron armor and holding sharp weapons, and you have no power to fight back.

A raw bone spear pierced Yan Falcon's body but broke in two, and at the same time, he was beheaded by Yan Falcon.

Yan Tong slashed a Shengfan's weapon with a knife, and slashed into Shengfan's head with all his strength.

And the "self-employed" Zhang Yong, who has no armor, actually has the wind of a fierce general. He held a knife in one hand, he was sharp, and his fighting skills were extremely proficient, and he easily killed three students in a row, and he was not injured. If he had armor on him, would he be able to pay it back?

"This person is available!" Li Luo immediately saw that Hunting was happy.

In the blink of an eye, the arena fell silent. The last 60 or so lives of the cavalry were also slaughtered.

The guards did not suffer any losses except for three people who were slightly wounded in the face. It's a big win.

That Zhang Yong killed three students alone, and he was the most showy.

However, the performance of the students did teach the field camp a lesson. Later, whenever they were afraid on the battlefield, they remembered the bravery of a moth to a fire.

This is the biggest takeaway from the war with Shengban: the heart of the dying.

Li Luo later recast the Chinese Bushido, also starting from the melting of the "heart of daring".

But the realm of "daring to die" is not perfect, and the most perfect realm is "living towards death". From daring to sacrifice to being proud of sacrifice, from death as a great thing to death as a normal thing.

In this battle, the people who came to watch the battle were fascinated, especially many hot-blooded young people, who shouted on the spot to be an army.

Two battles in a row, annihilating thousands of lives and saving thousands of people. Li Luo's prestige skyrocketed to an unmatched height in just half a day.

With General Lee, they will no longer be slaughtered by Shengfan.

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In the evening, the Jurchen immigrants from the seaside also came to the village and were accepted by each family, which was regarded as a temporary loan.

The Jurchens have long been sinicized, and the Jin Dynasty has long since perished. In the eyes of the Han people in the south, the Jurchen immigrants were no different from the Han people in the north.

Li Luo, Cui Xiuning, and Yan Duo all lived in the largest mansion in the village, and night guards were arranged outside the courtyard.

And the perimeter of the entire resettlement area is cordoned.

Li Luo and Cui Xiuning talked with Yan Duo for a while, and then returned to the room arranged for them.

This house originally belonged to Wu Zhenlou, the head of Gurong Village, and although it was simple, it was not shabby.

There was no couch, no kang, no desk, only a bed, a table and chairs.

Speaking of which, when the two came to the Yuan Dynasty, it was the first time they saw a bed, table and chair.

"Finally a chair to sit on."

Cui Xiuning sat down in a mahogany chair.

In the opinion of Li Luo, who understands literature and history, the interior style of Goryeo is like that of the Sui and Tang dynasties, while the style of the house of Wu Zhenlou is like that of the Song and Ming dynasties.

Li Luo prefers the Sui and Tang styles, and in the past six months, he has also become accustomed to sitting upright (kneeling), and he doesn't like to sit on chairs very much.

How smart were the ancient Chinese (before the Tang Dynasty) that they couldn't even invent chairs?

No way.

The only explanation is that the Chinese at that time regarded sitting (kneeling) as the beauty of etiquette, and considered high sitting (sitting on a chair) rude and unbeautiful. To put it bluntly, it is to look down on the chair.

Indeed, the feeling of sitting (kneeling) on the ground has a kind of convergence and erection tension, a subtle and resolute posture, which is soft on the outside and rigid on the inside, as if it is still and moving, as if it can jump up at any time.

On the contrary, sitting in a chair, it always feels loose, so-so, lazy, and crooked. There is no such subtle and restrained tension, and there is no momentum of perseverance.

Therefore, people who like to sit in chairs will become more and more lazy, more and more casual, as if moving but still.

So, Li Luo did not sit on the chair, but sat on the bed very pretentiously.

"What are you doing? Now you don't have a chair to sit on? Cui Xiuning was puzzled.

"I'm afraid of making hemorrhoids." Li Luo casually found an excuse and asked, "You also observed today, which village chief is most suitable for managing the civil affairs on the island?" ”