People always burst out with some strange wisdom at the most critical moment. Maybe not the best in hindsight, maybe even a little ridiculous. But at that moment, it must have been the most useful.

At the moment when the sharp disc shield flew in, the spirodon hurriedly stretched out its left hand to block. After all, his left hand has already been broken once, and it doesn't matter if he breaks it again. I heard a rattle, and an arm with a hook fell into the yellow sand. The whirltooth struggled to wrap around the severed arm, and fled back to the ground with a machete.

Lydia didn't pursue either, swaggeringly drew her spear, picked up her shield, and rode the landing bird towards the canyon, "Boss, long time no see. ”

The proprietress looked at her in horror, apparently not understanding Lydia's way of letting the tiger go home.

In the opinion of the proprietor, who does not understand the art of war at all, this should be the best time to catch up and poke the whirllodon to death, but she does not know that there is no difference between single-handedly pursuing the enemy commander and sending him to death.

"Wait a minute, there should be a wave of all-army charges." Lydia smiled and stood at the mouth of the canyon, "Let them back a little so they don't get hurt." ”

As he spoke, the horns of the opposite side sounded in unison, and the chariots and cavalry gradually accelerated towards the refugees in the noise. The cavalry ran fast, wielding their scimitars at the moment, glowing terrifyingly in the scorching sunlight.

The frightened refugees immediately screamed in panic, and were about to run away with their heads in their hands, when they suddenly heard the loud sound of military trumpets from above the canyon. Dozens of crossbowmen suddenly poked their heads out from the top of the mountain, and then the swords and guns were lined up, and the young man holding the red dragon giant sword stood at the forefront.

"Shoot the arrows!" The young man pointed at his giant sword, and the crossbowmen fired in three rows in turn, barely needing to aim, and the whizzing crossbow arrows swarmed away like flying locusts. In an instant, the cavalry of Chishuiwan suffered heavy casualties, and not even a single horse could rush into the canyon.

As soon as the chariots behind were halfway there, a large number of Red Pavilion soldiers suddenly appeared behind the sand dunes on both sides of the canyon, the first two rows of people holding large shields and long swords quickly squeezed the lines on both sides, and the spearmen in the rear continued to attack the wheels with spears from between the gaps in the shields.

The wheels shattered, and the chariot immediately overturned. Llamas and out-of-control chariots rampaged across the battlefield, and the soldiers who jumped out of the carts managed to avoid the trampling of friendly troops, but they could not withstand the fierce blows from behind the shields.

The whirltooth shark watched from the chariot as the convoy was killed or wounded or surrendered, and his heart was in turmoil.

All three of them were pirates and were unfamiliar with land warfare. Now seeing that the situation is not good, he hurriedly played the banner of retreat, and this banner happened to be his most fatal mistake.

If he continues to rush forward, once he comes into contact with the refugees, the crossbowmen of the Red Pavilion will not dare to shoot, and there may be a way to survive. Choosing to retreat at this moment did not take into account the fact that the vehicle could not turn in such a high-speed movement.

Before the convoy in Chishuiwan could turn around, the infantry on both sides had already formed an encirclement and closing trend.

The young man stood above the canyon and saw clearly: "The one who played the banner should be the main general, attacking with incendiary arrows!" ”

A few Korsun warriors beside Mira immediately drew their bows and took the lead. I only heard the rattle of bowstrings here, and the chariot exploded there.

The four "fire men" in the car jumped out of the car, rolling on the ground and wailing. One of them had no left hand, and it seems that the whirltooth shark eventually became a grilled fish.

The remnants of the defeated army wanted to take the opportunity to escape, but they found that the soldiers of the Red Pavilion had surrounded them like iron buckets, shouting in unison: "Surrender or die!" ”

The remnants of the battle threw away their armor and raised their hands in surrender.

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This battle not only rescued the proprietress and the refugee team, but also completely knocked out the chariots and cavalry teams in Chishuiwan, and captured a large number of chariots and alpacas. It's just that some refugees have long held a grudge against those "rebels" and have made trouble and stoned them.

Naturally, this behavior was stopped by Lydia, but she didn't expect some of the refugees to take the opportunity to attack: "We joined the Red Pavilion with Lord Martin, what qualifications do you have to command us?" ”

Lydia's face immediately became less pretty, but fortunately, the proprietress came out in time to play a round and persuaded those elders of the Red Pavilion away.

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On the way back to the camp, Lydia remained gloomy and silent.

The soldiers stationed in the village had already cooked their meals, and many of the refugees had been eating desert lizards for many days, and they were already salivating at the smell of the scent. Although it is just an ordinary roasted dahlia with boiled sweet cabbage leaves, it is all eaten with relish. Lydia was the only one sitting in the corner, silent.

"Don't have an appetite?" The young man suddenly walked up to Lydia, "Your expression is worse than when you had broken limbs. ”

Lydia barely nibbled a few bites of the cold dahlias, "It's so troublesome, why can I meet 'qualification monsters' anywhere." ”

The young man asked, "Qualifications?" ”

Lydia said: "It's the kind of thing that obviously doesn't know anything, but has old qualifications." ”

"Those old stubborns, you say? That's really difficult, the boss lady has to look at their faces to do things. The young man smiled helplessly, "I'm afraid that I will offend them by saying something serious, and when the time comes, I will say that the Red Pavilion has forgotten its roots and does not pay attention to these elders." ”

"I hate talking to people like that." Lydia slapped her head in despair, "I thought those veterans were people like Uncle Layton. ”

"I think I hear someone talking about me behind my back?" Uncle Layton sat down in front of Lydia with a grin, "I heard about the battle just now, it was a beautiful fight. The Red Pavilion hadn't fought such a battle in many years. ”

Lydia laughed dryly, not too happy.

"Are you annoying those old guys?"

Lydia nodded helplessly, "What would he do if he wasn't laughing here?" ”

"They don't dare to talk to them like that." Uncle Layton patted his thigh and suddenly laughed, "When he first took over the Red Pavilion, Brady was not convinced, saying that he was Martin's brother, and people from unknown sources like Buxiao were not qualified to take over the Red Pavilion." ”

This sounded familiar, and Lydia felt angry, "What happened later?" ”

"Don't laugh and drag him to Martin's grave, dig a hole and say I'm going to bury him."

The dahlia in Lydia's hand fell to the ground with a snap!

Uncle Leiden learned not to smile and said with a serious face: "Since you have a deep brotherly relationship, why don't you go down to accompany him?" ”

Lydia's mouth was wide open, and she didn't know what to say for a long time.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Uncle Layton gave Lydia a thumbs up, "We all had that look on our face at the time. ”

It took a long time for Lydia to recover, "No wonder they're scared and don't laugh. ”

At every turn, you have to send people to the grave to understand life, and no matter who you are, you have to be afraid.

"There are dedicated people among the elders of the Red Pavilion, and there are maggots like Brady. If the princess wants to rectify them, I'm afraid she will have to use some strong means. Uncle Layton sighed for a while, "It's a pity, although you are smart not to laugh, you still made a mistake." ”

"What's wrong?" Lydia hurriedly asked.

Old Uncle Layton sighed, "He should have buried Brady." ”