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When it was almost noon, Wu Heimin finally understood why Zhang Liang put so much effort into the silly boy Li Xu. The moment he broke through the Turkic ranks just now, he saw at least two warriors being swept off their horses by Li Xu. The scimitar that looks like a word, is so sharp that it doesn't look like a word, and its moves are even weirder like a black dragon out of the water, and blood splashes everywhere it passes, not giving people a chance to fight back at all.

"Who did you learn the knife from?" Taking advantage of the moment when the pressure in front of him was reduced, Wu Heimin asked in a loud voice.

"Huh?" Li Xu shouted loudly in a hoarse voice, and he didn't hear what the other party was asking. The tension made his hands and feet wooden, and a needle hung above the bridge of his nose, piercing back and forth.

"Who is your master?" Wu Heimin repeated a sentence loudly. The first wave of Turkic cavalry in front of them had been dispersed, and victory for the horse thieves was in sight. It was Liu Hongji who protected the left wing, Niu Xiu who protected the right wing, and Liu Jizhen, the owner of Dazhai after the break, with the three of them and dozens of brothers, the Turks couldn't take back a single war horse.

"Coppersmith!" Li Xu's answer was concise and to the point.

"Silly boy, what's the coppersmith's last name, what's his name. What is the name? Wu Heimin was so angry that his nose was crooked, he had never seen such a stupid person when he was so big. But this stupid man's knife technique has obviously been instructed by the battlefield general, and the angle and strength of the attack have surpassed him, the "old" swordsman who has cut down dozens of people, to a certain extent.

"Master Coppersmith? Maybe the surname is Wang! I'm not so sure! Li Xu gasped and replied. I didn't expect the Turkic cavalry to chase so fast, and I didn't expect the Turks to be so brave that they dared to intercept the horses running up head-on. The impact of five hundred and twenty-seven war horses is no joke, and anyone on either side of the enemy will definitely be trampled into meat sauce by the horses' hooves.

"Probably surnamed Wang? Are you stupid or am I stupid! Wu Heimin smoked with seven tricks, and really wanted to give Li Xu an iron fork from behind to help this guy who lacked eyes to pierce his heart. After learning other people's martial arts, he didn't even ask the master's name, is there still such a disrespectful person in this world?

Soon, he didn't have the energy to scold Li Xu anymore. The Turks were like they had gone mad, and the gap that had just been knocked open was desperately closing in front of them. This is definitely not a normal method of warfare, horse thieves and cavalry fight each other on the steppe, and in hundreds of years of life-and-death struggle, both sides have accumulated enough experience. It stands to reason that the best tactic against a horse thief is not to intercept them head-on, unless you have ten times more soldiers under your command. Experienced generals will chop up the team of horse thieves from the flanks like cheese. Doing so will allow some of the enemy to go, but it will minimize the dirt and greatly reduce the casualties on your side.

Today, however, the Turkic generals who led the team to intercept the horse thieves did the opposite, abandoning their wings and sending their soldiers to block the front of the team in waves.

"Grandma's, evil door!" Wu Heimin's flat-ended iron fork stabbed straight into the throat of a samurai with a wolf's head pierced on his chest. Then, with the speed of the war horse, he shook the iron fork and threw the enemy's corpse high. This is a man who takes on a similar role as a team leader, and killing him should have the effect of disrupting the enemy's command.

"Ahh The Turkic soldiers who rushed forward let out an exclamation. The formation scattered, but quickly converged. Contrary to Wu Heimin's expectations, they did not avenge their bosses, but rushed to Li Xu.

"Grandma's, don't bully children!" Wu Heimin shouted, tilting the direction of the horse's head. During the high-speed running, it was impossible for him to support Li Xu laterally. You can only let the direction of running and the direction of Li Xu's horse head intersect at a certain point in front. Whether Li Xu could block a round of chaotic knives before this was only under the jurisdiction of King Yama, and no mortal could care about it.

"Dang!" Li Xu cut off the blade of a Turkic warrior with a long knife, and took advantage of the other party's stunned moment, and slapped him off the horse's back with the blade of the knife. This is the third person he has knocked off his horse today, and counting the one killed the night before, he now has the blood of five people on his hands. The stress of killing made his stomach roll, but he couldn't help but keep swinging his knife. To hesitate is to die, and the teachings of the coppersmith master have been ringing in his ears. He was only fifteen years old, far from the age when he could determine life and death.

The two Turkic cavalrymen closest to him suddenly changed direction and quickly caught up. Several old horse thieves under Liu Jizhen's command saw that the situation was not good, and shouted loudly and moved closer to Li Xu's side. But the direction of the horse's gallop is not something that can be changed if you want to. Before their eyes, the old horse thieves watched as the sword light covered the young man's figure.

"Ahh Li Xu roared, and with the cheapness of the knife length, he took the lead in slashing at the opponent on the left. This was a completely inconsistent tactic with cavalry tactics, as the scimitar had the advantage of cutting rather than chopping, and the master of the knife usually preferred to use the speed of his horse to cut a bloody cut in his opponent's body. And a vigorous slash can easily break the knife, and once the weapon is broken, the rider has only the share to be slaughtered.

The Turkic warrior sneered and used his scimitar to pull Li Xu's blade, he had already seen three hundred slaves beckoning to him. This is the latest reward given to everyone by Ashina Choyu. The heralds, blowing their trumpets, had spread the message to all the nearby tribes. The Ashina family promised that this person would be left behind whether he was dead or alive, and if he could be caught alive, the meritorious person would immediately obtain an official position above one tutun in addition to a slave.

"Boom!" The sound of weapons intersecting is very different than before. The samurai felt the weight change in his hand, and instinctively looked up, only to find a golden light breaking through the curve he had drawn with his scimitar and slashing straight above his head.

The human head cracked, and blood spurted out at once, drawing a strange curve in the air with the inertia of the war horse. Li Xu's body rushed under the blood waterfall, and it became red when he landed. He had no time to wipe the blood from his face, and with the instinct of the coppersmith master to strike with the back of his knife, he turned sideways, and the other scimitar slashed against his chest, cutting the yellow sheepskin in half, shoulder to shoulder.

Li Xu didn't care to check whether he was injured, and swept the long knife heavily on the waist bridge of the person who had crossed the stirrup with him. The next moment, he heard the sound of a broken spine. Tilting his head sideways, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the body of the second samurai suddenly fold like a hailstone's straw.

"I killed two more people!" Li Xu shouted in his heart. There was an urge to drop the knife and leave the group and flee into the open field. Fear and despair bound him to his own position, preventing him from tilting his horse's head.

The third samurai rushed up, and Li Xu exchanged his moves with him, throwing him behind him. It will take time to bring the war horse back, and Li Xu hopes that before that person chases, he and his companions can once again break out of the gap of the interception team. There were more than 500 horses in the ranks, and there were enough mounts for them to change.

"Ahh The screams from behind the side made Li Xu turn around suddenly, and he saw a horse thief wearing sheepskin falling from his horse. The Turkic warrior who had fought him with a sword lifted the reins, turned his horse, and charged diagonally towards another horse thief who already had an opponent.

The wounded man on the ground struggled a few times, and soon the dust brought up by the horse's hooves was submerged. Miserable screams rose one after another, beating Li Xu's heart one after another.

Before he had time to regret it, the sudden sound of the wind in his ears instinctively hid in a stirrup, and he avoided the sword light. The Turkic scimitar that succeeded in the sneak attack drew a beautiful arc in mid-air and cut at Li Xu's neck diagonally.

There was no way to avoid it, so Li Xu had no choice but to stretch out the scimitar horizontally. The distraction just now was nothing more than the blink of an eye, but this mistake in the blink of an eye was enough to kill him. Now, all hope rests on the cutlass of the transverse extension. If the Turkic warrior insists on dropping the knife, he will not escape death if he is stabbed, and the opponent will also be cut open by the scimitar.

The scimitar of the Turkic warrior stopped, and suddenly, he gritted his teeth, tightened the reins of his horse, and the scimitar slashed at Li Xu's neck desperately. With this knife, he can guarantee to cut off Li Xu's head. And Li Xu's outstretched scimitar could only cut off the neck of the war horse.

"Poof!" Li Xu's eyes were red again with blood. The cutlass near his jaw, which had been slicing, suddenly flew with his master. In the red dust in the sky, Li Xu faintly saw an iron fork flying into the air with the body of the Turkic warrior.

The ownerless horse rushed forward a few steps, fell to the ground, and died. The plasma spurted high and scattered in all directions like a spring.

"Stupid, don't get distracted!" Wu Heimin shouted and rushed towards Li Xu empty-handed. A Turkic warrior saw that it was cheap, and his scimitar struck Wu Heimin's shoulder. Seeing that one of his arms was about to be removed, Wu Heimin twisted his body, avoided the blade, and smashed his fist on the opponent's ribs.

The Turkic warrior fell down screaming, and Wu Hei grinned and waved his fist, a golden hook hanging diagonally, and picked up a scimitar from the corpse on the ground. He brandished his scimitar and continued to charge towards the silly boy. saw Li Xu open his mouth, and a mouthful of neat white teeth appeared in his red lips.

Immediately afterwards, Li Xu, who was laughing miserably, swung his scimitar and slashed the two Turkic warriors who had been enveloped under the horse one by one. Then, the silly boy led the horse's head and rushed to the third man. The scimitar swept off the man's head the moment the other party didn't react.