Zhao Shitong looked at the more than two hundred people rushing over, and the people in his hands were obviously less than these, but Zhao Shitong was not panicked, because he saw someone riding a high-headed horse behind those people.

The militia excitedly greeted them, although they were able to roughly maintain the formation, but they were still a little scattered, the heavenly soldiers were on the side, much more orderly than the militia, according to Liu Zhenhua's training, they cooperated with each other to advance.

The other party was obviously menacing, and the tenants looked at the militia in front of them who were even worse equipped than them, and their hearts were settled, and they rushed forward one by one with scimitars, and the two sides quickly came into contact, and the first wave of casualties spread, and the smell of blood spread.

"I'm here to help you!"

Yang Lichao shouted on the horse, he walked around the side of the team, and the armor-piercing spear in his hand pierced a person's chest, and the tip of the armor-piercing spear gradually widened downward, and then narrowed downward, which could ensure that he had a sharp degree at the same time, but also caused a huge wound.

The tenant looked at his chest in disbelief, the wound was bleeding profusely, and he fell to the ground on his back.

The people around saw this terrifying scene, and turned around to see a person riding a tall horse, and the nine-foot spear in his hand was still dripping blood, which suddenly caused a small group of people to panic.

On the battlefield, these panics are contagious, and more than 200 people are facing the attacks of the militia and heavenly soldiers in front, and the people behind are dodging Yang Lichao's spear.

Yang Lichao is not in love with war, and he doesn't even charge into the crowd.

He still remembered that when Liu Zhenhua took them to face the horse bandits, the horse bandits still rushed forward into the crowd without knowing whether they were alive or dead when they faced a crowd of several times, and were directly stopped and killed by the sticks.

Although a large part of the reason is because the horse bandit is not good at equestrianism and the weapon in his hand is too short, but there is nothing wrong with being careful, a large part of the advantage of cavalry is mobility, and it is called cavalry when it runs.

He inflicted great damage on these family members, stabbing and stabbing with spears in his hands, and every time he struck, one of them would fall.

In the battle at the gate, as the Heavenly Soldiers militia and those villagers who joined halfway completely entered the compound, the balance of victory began to tilt in favor of Liu Zhenhua's side.

Liu Zhenhua joined the battle with steel bars surrounded by two or three heavenly soldiers, and the Li family guards at the gate were originally inferior to Liu Zhenhua's heavenly soldiers and militia in terms of quality, and the number was not enough at the moment, and they were soon somewhat defeated.

The tenants originally relied on food to raise their hearts, and in addition, they all thought that these people and they were generally crop men, and they should be easy to deal with, but who knew that the fight would not be at all.

The knife slashed at the person's body, and the blood was bubbling up, and the stick hit the head and instantly dented a piece, and the big black man even knocked out someone's eyeballs when the stick went down.

How scary.

"I don't want food, I don't have my life to take it!"

Some tenants could not stand it anymore, so they dropped their knives and ran to other places, whining and crying as they ran, and once the strength of the people's hearts was discharged, it would cause this collapse effect.

Seeing someone fleeing, the heavenly soldiers did not chase after them, they had many days of training, and they obeyed Liu Zhenhua's words, knowing that Liu Zhenhua had said that they were not allowed to kill indiscriminately.

Although some militiamen want to chase them out, it is obviously more important to chase someone than to kill the people in front of them.

Liu Zhenhua took a look at the overall situation when he was free, and was very satisfied with this scene, not chasing the blood, whether it is in the real battlefield or in MOBA games, it is common sense.

"The deity is the king of the stove! Now lay down your arms and get a stone! Persuade others to lay down their arms, and the two will be rewarded with five coins! Fight against the water and cut the friendly army with a knife and reward eight coins! ”

Liu Zhenhua yelled, what is this called, cash out + pull new + cut a knife.

"You two shout too."

The two heavenly soldiers next to him guarded the left and right, and suddenly shouted, "Now put down your weapons, the king of the stove will reward you with food, persuade others to put down your arms, and both of them will be rewarded with silver!" Slash your teammates and get more silver! ”

They yelled.

Some of the heavenly soldiers who had their hands free also shouted.

The battlefield suddenly echoed with this voice.

"Put down your own weapons, reward food, persuade others to put down their weapons, both of them will be rewarded with silver, cut their teammates, and the silver will be more!"

Some panicked tenants and householders were stunned when they heard this, and even the one who fled came back to his senses.

"What? Grain, silver? ”

The fleeing householders and tenants looked at the linen belts tied around their arms and tore them off, and some of them shouted at those who fled, "Brother, don't run away, the man in the back has given out food and silver." ”

They understood that the money and grain of the Li family were not available, but the money and grain of the stove family came, and it was very easy to take.

Whoever lays down his arms will give food, what persuades others to lay down his arms, both of them give silver, what cuts their own people to give more money, and this kind of good thing.

Some of the tenants who were fighting hurriedly pulled away, threw their weapons on the ground, held their heads and shouted, "I'll throw in, give me food!" ”

Some turned their heads to look at their own people, "Brother, don't you fight, let's go for a piece of change." ”

"Well, it's easy to say, but can you put it down for the guy in your hand first, I'm afraid you will cut your forehead."

You must know that cutting your own people adds money.

Some people even pondered whether to pull someone to cut each other, but after thinking that they might risk death if they were slashed, it was better to persuade others to lay down their weapons or cut others.

The morale of the army on the opposite side directly collapsed.

Li Dayong's face darkened, and he glanced at the place where the housekeeper had put the grain from a distance, only to see the grain piled up on the ground, and an open box of silver, and the land deed debt paper on it and the housekeeper were long gone.

"The master won't run away, will he?"

Such a thought popped up in Li Dayong's mind, and his heart trembled suddenly, looking at the current situation, what else is going on.

He threw the knife in his hand on the ground, and then followed the example of those tenants with his head in his hands, and shouted at the bottom that he would not fight.

The battle on this side ended quickly, perhaps because Liu Zhenhua was close to him, although some militiamen felt that it was a pity that they didn't have to take so many heads after surrendering, but they didn't do anything out of line.

The people on Zhao Shitong's side heard the shouts at the gate, and after seeing that those people had surrendered, they couldn't hold on, and immediately dropped their weapons and gave up the battle, hoping that the old man could really give them food.

Zhao Shitong breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this scene, there were already casualties in the militia, and there were also wounded in the heavenly soldiers, but there were no deaths, after all, they knew that they cooperated, although they couldn't do it in a certain way, the trinity, but it was obviously enough to deal with these tenants.

Some militiamen looked at these people who were squatting on the ground with their heads in their hands, touching their bloody ears in their pockets, and calculated the number of killings in their hearts, and then thinking about the next battle, they didn't know when it would be, and two or three people suddenly killed those who were holding their heads.