The late autumn night seemed to be unbearable for people to see the killing that was about to take place, and deliberately wanted to cover everything on the ground. There was silence outside the east gate of Tiantai City, and suddenly there was a sound of hurried footsteps coming from the south, and the thousand people brought by Zhao Wu were all his usual elite soldiers, who served as his guards during the war, and there were many samurai. The speed of the team was extremely fast, but in just over a quarter of an hour, Zhao Wu approached the Zijiang River outside the east gate. Zhao Wu slowed down his pace and ordered the soldiers in front to light torches, and the people behind slowly approached. Suddenly, the sound of bows and arrows breaking through the air sounded from the opposite side, and the screams of the torches in front fell to the ground, and the warriors behind immediately put up their shields and slowly pressed forward.

At the critical moment of the confrontation, Lingwu's team followed. Someone in front of you will immediately say: "There is an enemy ahead, be careful with bows and arrows." ”

Lingwu hurriedly responded: "I'm Lingwu, wait for me in front, I'll check where the enemy is." ”

As soon as Zhao Wu heard that he was coming, he immediately became anxious: "What are you doing here?" It's too dangerous here. ”

"It's too dark, the enemy must be coming. They are in darkness and we are in the light. I'm here to help. With that, Lingwu concentrated his divine sense, spread his spiritual power around, and the fluctuations of spiritual power covered the river, and about 1,500 meters in front of his left, Lingwu discovered the enemy. Lingwu did not stop, but continued to stretch towards the river, there was only one bridge by the river, and there were people coming from it, and the bridge was full of people, passing in an orderly manner. There were already a large number of people on this side of the river, about thirty or forty thousand people.

"Dad, the enemy is 1,500 meters in front of us on the left, about 30,000 or 40,000 people, and there is a steady stream of people coming from behind through the pontoon bridge."

Zhao Wu is worthy of being a veteran of the battlefield, and after a little silence, he ordered: "Everyone don't use torches, use bows and arrows, walk forward gently for five hundred meters, and then throw arrows to the left front, don't make a sound, and walk while putting them down." ”

"Lingwu, you stand back, don't be within their range. When I am less than 50 meters away from the enemy, you raise a torch and head towards the pontoon bridge, and we will rush to the bridgehead in the direction of your torch to stop the people on the other side of the river from coming. ”

Several of Lu Ping's guards immediately came over and carried Lingwu on their shoulders, and the rest of the guards raised their shields to protect him. After a while, I heard the screams of arrows coming from the other party, the sound of arrows and screams became more and more dense, and the other party was also shooting arrows, but he didn't know the direction, only shot indiscriminately, and in less than ten minutes, Lingwu found that the other party was lying down at least more than 10,000 people.

The distance between the two sides was closer, eighty meters, sixty meters, fifty meters, forty-five meters, Lingwu lit a torch, raised it high in the direction of the bridgehead, and shouted loudly: "Chong." The other party sensed the approach of the enemy and shot arrows in this direction, but by the time they reacted, Zhao Wu and the others had already rushed to the front. The two armies fought hand-to-hand with each other, and in the dark night, everyone could only rely on their hearing to determine the direction, Zhao Wu put more than a dozen warriors on his side at the front, where was the enemy their opponent. Zhao Wu rushed to the front, all the way like chopping melons and vegetables, no one could stop him, but in about 20 minutes, Zhao Wu's forward was less than 200 meters away from the bridge. At this time, the other party also reacted, lit the torches one after another, and no longer hidden. Tens of thousands of torches illuminated the river as if it were day, and the black and oppressive people on the riverside were all people. At this time, the situation immediately changed, and the enemy immediately surrounded him, but fortunately, Zhao Wu and others were strong in martial arts, one by one, and no one dared to stop them in front. A general was followed by a dozen or so samurai, which was indeed not something that could be stopped by the slaves of the warriors. A big warrior has a force of 600 catties with one hand, and a general like Zhao Wu has a strength of at least 1,200 catties with one hand and a sword. Zhao Wu fought his way out, completely ignoring the troops behind, and more than a dozen people rushed to the bridgehead. Zhao Wu jumped and landed on the bridgehead, dancing his knife red, and the slaves who were about to get off the bridge jumped into the river one after another. More than a dozen warriors guarded the bridge, and Zhao Wu stood on the bridge. The people did not dare to go forward, and the slaves of the riot could not cross the bridge for a while, and the power of the generals was so great.

"Shoot him with an arrow and see how long he lasts," suddenly someone in the crowd shouted. Suddenly, arrows rained down, and Zhao Wu's group of people danced the knife and shield in their hands impenetrable, but Zhao Wu secretly complained in his heart, he would be tired to death if he continued like this for a long time.

Lingwu saw it in his eyes, he was anxious, and he couldn't take care of it so much: "Warriors, the mansion master is in danger, how can we sit idly by, everyone rush with me." Lingwu drew his saber and ran towards the bridge. Lu Ping, who was guarding him, hugged him from behind and shouted: "Come and protect the little master, and I will take people to help in the battle." After speaking, he led three thousand guards and rushed into the enemy's encirclement.

Although Lingwu's strength and speed have reached the level of a warrior, he himself knows that he is a small person, and he is definitely a meat bun and a dog in this army of ten thousand horses. What's more, there are more than a dozen warriors around him, where will he be able to escape. He had no choice but to calm down and concentrate his spiritual power to probe where his father was. The two warriors carried him on their shoulders, and he raised his torch in the direction of the bridge, and shouted, "Rush in the direction of my torch." ”

He always concentrated his spiritual power in the direction of the bridge, and his father's movements were clear. The general-level martial artist was really outstanding in martial arts, and he saw that the sword light was shining there, and the arrows were all removed by him, and the enemy couldn't get close to him within five meters at all.

Lingwu relaxed slightly, and suddenly, his heart suddenly tightened. His spiritual power sensed an abnormal fluctuation, and something quickly crashed into his fifty-meter range from a distance. The senses of the spirit are extremely sensitive, and they are within the scope of their own spiritual power to concentrate on investigation. came too fast, Lingwu didn't have time to block with his sword, so he could only pour his body backwards, and there was an upside-down golden hook. The arrow almost grazed his clothes and struck the guards behind him. The guards hurriedly lowered him down, and gathered around him completely, clinging to him. The guard in the back was shot in the left shoulder, and there should be no fear for his life. To the astonishment, the guard who was hit by the arrow suddenly shouted: "This arrow is poisonous." As soon as he finished speaking, he fell to the ground and rolled on the ground. When Lingwu and the others gathered around to look at him, they found that he had died with black blood spitting out his mouth. From the left shoulder of the arrow, half of his body turned jet black. There was a guard on the side and said: "This thing is not simple" As he spoke, he tore off a corner of his clothes and wrapped it around the arrow, pulled it out at once, and looked at the arrow carefully.