Jin Sen looked at the enemies killed on both sides, his face turned pale, and countless thoughts turned in his heart.

Although it was the Jin family, he never thought that no one in this world would dare to touch the Jin family. On the contrary, running at both ends of the Central Plains and the grassland all the year round, he has seen many people dare to touch the Jin family, so he has always been cautious, it is precisely because of his caution that so far, except for the last refugee incident, there has not been much problem, but this time he was obviously calculated.

The enemy caught him by surprise just as they were about to get out of the farrier ditch and were on the verge of being on the lowest alert. The enemy's tactics were also subtle, and now the convoy was completely into the farrier ditch and was split in half by the curved terrain, which was difficult to juggle both end and end. And the enemy killed directly in the middle of the front half of the convoy, splitting the front convoy into two halves. Jinsen believed that the convoy behind had suffered the same attack, and with the wisdom of the enemy leader, there was no reason not to do so. In this way, the entire convoy was equivalent to being divided into four sections, and the forces were dispersed like this, which made Jinsen cry out badly.

At this moment, Jin Sen was far more jealous of the enemy leader than the master who had injured him with a strong bow. If you let him know that this is the same person, I don't know how he feels.

"Kill it!" Seeing that his subordinates behind him were constantly being killed, Jin Sen shouted loudly, and after saying that, he slapped his horse and went to the outside of the farrier ditch.

The fifteen ironclad knights behind him also quickly followed.

Jinsen is not trying to run away, on the contrary, he is fighting better. If they are still in the ravine, his horses will have no room to move, then they will be live targets. He had to rush out first, give himself enough space, and then turn around, increase his horse's speed to the maximum, and slash at the enemy behind him.

This was undoubtedly the most correct strategy, and he also believed that as long as he could rush out, with the strength of him and the fifteen men behind him, he would definitely be able to defeat the enemy. Then integrate your ordinary guards to launch a counterattack and claim the final victory.

War horses and horses, iron armor sonorous, a team of sixteen horsemen went away.

The leader's departure did not cause panic among the ordinary guards, who knew the leader's purpose well, and had become familiar with their own leader's thoughts after many encounters with the enemy.

"Brothers, kill! The leaders will soon return, and it will be their time of death. A small leader of the guards roared loudly and swung his knife at Ding Chen.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! All the guards were in high spirits, and they all stopped retreating, and more than a dozen people gathered together and fought for their lives. Relying on the cotton armor on their bodies, they quickly succeeded in curbing the offensive momentum of the Qinjia Village soldiers, and even suppressed the Qinjia Village soldiers a little.

When they really began to counterattack, their excellent equipment and skillful combat skills caused a lot of damage to the soldiers of Qinjia Village. In just one shot, the three Qinjia Village soldiers who rushed to the front were cut down by the guards, and all three of them were stabbed in the chest, neck, abdomen and other critical positions. The guards continued to expand their results, and in a few breaths, they killed more than a dozen village soldiers in Qinjia Village and injured themselves

It's just four people.

This kind of battle suddenly disrupted the offensive rhythm of the village soldiers of Qinjia Village, and when the enemy stopped retreating and really began to fight, the village soldiers were not suitable for such a battle at all. Whether it is the strength, speed, or angle of the sword, they are half a beat slower than the guards, let alone attack the enemy's vital points with the least amount of strength. The four guards killed by the village soldiers were all dismembered by random knives, and they couldn't do it as neatly as the caravan guards killed people.

Despite the numerical superiority, the village soldiers began to be killed and retreated.

"Good time!" Seeing that the caravan guards began to fight desperately, Ding Chen shouted, slashed over a guard, pulled out a long knife from the body of the guard, and slashed diagonally at the leader of the guard who had just shouted.

"Bell!" With a loud bang, Ding Chen's face changed.

I saw his long knife slashing at one arm, an arm wrapped in a steel cover. The powerful slash split the cover, but it didn't do any damage to the arm.

But it was the leader of the guards who took Ding Chen's knife with a cover.

didn't have time for Ding Chen to think about it, a sharp waist knife slashed quickly, straight to Ding Chen's chest.

Ding Chen screamed and quickly retreated. But it was too late, and the tip of the waist knife of the head of the guard still cut through the clothes on Ding Chen's chest. With the influx of cold wind, Ding Chen felt a burning pain in his chest, obviously having been injured in the chest by the leader of the guards. Fortunately, Ding Chen withdrew quickly enough, and the wound was not deep.

Ding Chen touched his chest, glanced at the blood on his hands, and his eyes were instantly full of hideousness. He wiped the blood his face, and in an instant, his whole face was flushed, and he looked particularly terrifying.

"Death to the thief!" was injured by an ordinary guard leader, Ding Chen was very embarrassed. Although the opponent is relying on the advantage of the armor, but if he is injured, he is injured.

Ding Chen's hand didn't stop, and the long knife shook, and the blade made a soft sound, stabbing the guard's head and chest.

When the leader of the guards saw Ding Chen's terrifying appearance, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes. But thinking of the hard iron plate on his chest, his heart was quickly filled with confidence again, and he swung his knife again and slashed at Ding Chen's chest, wanting to repeat his old trick.

Seeing the opponent's reaction, a hint of mockery flashed in Ding Chen's eyes.

His body suddenly became shorter, and it happened to flash under the sword of the guard leader, and it seemed that the old knife had also changed its course, turning the stab into a slash, and slashing at the left rib of the guard leader with a backhand.

It all happened so fast that the leader of the guard didn't have time to react and was cut into a solid knot.

With a "poof", with a few crisp sounds of bones being chopped off, Ding Chen's knife slashed open the left rib of the head of the guard.

The leader of the guards howled, and suddenly he saw his intestines emerge from his abdomen, and they were still wriggling. The pain left him with no strength to resist, and he cried and grabbed the intestines to put them back in, but he couldn't.

"It's a pity that I'm wearing good armor." I saw the miserable appearance of the leader of the guards

, Ding Chen didn't have any pity in his heart. Kindness to the enemy on the battlefield is cruelty to oneself, and as a veteran, he understands this truth better than anyone else. It's just a pity that the cotton armor that was cut in two by him.

Not every village soldier in Qinjia Village has such skills as Ding Chen, and the strong counterattack of the guards made the losses of the village soldiers bigger and bigger. The guards equipped with cotton armor can let go of their hands and feet to fight with the village soldiers of Qinjia Village, but the village soldiers of Qinjia Village cannot. Often, the village soldiers slashed the guards, and the guards did not have much to do, at most they were injured a little, but the guards slashed the village soldiers, and the village soldiers were injured if they did not die, and they would immediately lose their combat effectiveness.

Ding Chen was very anxious when he saw this situation, just because of this meeting, the villagers of Qinjia Village injured more than a dozen people. A total of three or four hundred men fought, and the battle was fierce.

"Die!" Ding Chenhu roared, and slashed another guard to death. Unfortunately, it was too late, and one of the village soldiers was cut off an arm by this guard, and the village soldier rolled on the ground in pain.

Ding Chen bent down and pulled the village soldier behind him, saving the village soldier's life. But with such a bending effort, Ding Chen's back was slashed twice.

Ding Chen snorted miserably, and the long knife swept back, cutting off the legs of the two guards, and quickly retreated to a safe position.

"Brothers, work harder, slaughter these bastards, the old and young in the family will have something to eat, and there is no need to starve to death anymore." Seeing that the village soldiers were a little frustrated, Ding Chen cheered everyone up loudly, and as soon as he finished speaking, he raised his sword and killed him again.

Encouraged by Ding Chen, especially the sentence "The old and the young don't have to starve to death anymore" made these refugee-born village soldiers all smart. It was as if they remembered the days of starvation and the smell of hunger. Only those who have actually experienced it know how unforgettable it is, and their eyes slowly turn green, as if they have returned to the way they used to be refugees.

"Damn, brothers, if you fight with them, it's better than starving to death." One of the village soldiers roared and rushed to one of the guards without a head, and the long knife in his hand was stabbed in the abdomen by the guard before he could slash at the other person.

"Ahh The villager screamed in pain, but he also lashed, grabbing the guard's long knife with his right hand, and plunging the fingers of his left hand directly into the guard's eyes.

The guard didn't expect this village soldier to be so strong, and he was caught off guard and his eyes were blinded by this village soldier. "Ahh He let out a miserable howl, tilting his forehead in pain to get rid of the village soldier's fingers, but he couldn't get rid of them.

Seeing that this Qinjia village soldier was so brave and fearless of death, the other village soldiers were deeply inspired. One by one, they rushed forward one after another, no one retreated, no one was timid, and no one cared about the gap in equipment between the two sides. Each brandished a long knife and fought bloodily, and when one fell, someone immediately replaced it, and even if he died, he desperately pulled down a few small parts from the enemy's body. Although they did not have enough battlefield experience and their equipment was very rudimentary, they still pressed the guards back with the courage to sacrifice their lives and the advantage of numbers.