A veteran of the frontier army, after marrying a wife, fought his way through the northern border.

"Twelve people, that's quite a lot. They've brought us food. Let me go see!"

Honghe, Qinghe, you two continue building the warm shelter.

Luo Yunxiao went up to the observation window on the second floor to look around.

Sure enough, they saw a dozen or so cavalrymen patrolling from north to south, several miles to the northwest.

Besides scouting terrain and investigating enemy defenses, these small groups of Tartars also robbed border villages of money and food, seized women, and captured slaves.

They call it "grass harvesting".

"Red Sleeve, Green He, help me put on my armor and go out from the beacon tower to meet the enemy!"

"Squad leader, shouldn't we light the signal fire?"

Li Dakai's eyes widened like copper bells, somewhat unable to believe Luo Yunxiao's words.

According to the regulations of the border army's beacon fire regulations, no more than five Tartar riders are required to light beacon fires.

For every ten to thirty riders, raise one beacon.

For those with more than thirty riders but less than one hundred riders, raise two beacon fires.

"No need to light cigarettes. If we light cigarettes when there are so few people here, the Tartars will look down on us."

I can't afford to lose face like that!

"Pass on my military order: Qin Hongxiu, Wang Shitou, Zhou Hanniu, and Li Ergou, follow me into battle."

Each person carries four incendiary bombs and four flare-making bombs.

Bring your bow and arrows.

The rest of you, guard the beacon tower!

"Yes, sir!"

After this period of physical training, I practiced the border defense techniques.

Li Ergou's weak physique has improved a lot.

Although his martial arts cultivation is only at the early stage of Martial Apprentice, he can at least be used as an ordinary combatant.

Luo Yunxiao arrived at the second-floor storage room, opened the bamboo box, and was about to take out the silver-patterned bright armor that Su Yushang had repaired.

Suddenly, a brilliant idea flashed into his mind. He glanced at the captured Tartar leather armor and helmet beside him and a plan came to him.

"My husband, let me help you put on your armor."

"No need, I want to humiliate the Tartars!"

A moment later.

He mounted his chestnut horse, wielding a horse-slaying saber, with four Wildfire Thunderbolts hanging from his waist.

The incendiary bomb was placed in a bag next to the saddle.

Luo Yunxiao and his five subordinates were fully prepared to depart.

When Li Dakai and the others saw Luo Yunxiao wearing the leather armor of a Tartar sergeant and a helmet, they had no idea what he was up to.

Luo Yunxiao led the five people and sped away along the hilly path to the west.

After a mile, they continued north, gradually approaching the Tartar cavalry squad.

Before leaving the hilly path, Luo Yunxiao slowed down and instructed everyone: "Hongxiu, Wang Shitou, you two lie in ambush on the left side of the woods."

Zhou Hanniu and Li Ergou are lying in ambush on the right.

I'll lure the Tartars over here, and you guys wait for the right moment to use incendiary bombs to block their retreat.

Then use the Wildfire Thunder to attack the Tatars' flanks.

"Strive to wipe them all out!"

"yes!"

Luo Yunxiao continued to approach the Tartars alone.

"You scoundrel! Your grandfather is here!"

Luo Yunxiao reined in his horse and stopped 150 zhang away from the Tartars.

He deliberately placed the Tartar's helmet on his saber and made provocative remarks.

The Tartars were skilled in horsemanship and archery; their archers could shoot arrows from a hundred feet away, taking lives as easily as taking something out of a bag.

He then drew the enemy troops away at a safe distance of 150 zhang.

Only then did he realize that two of the twelve Tartars were wearing gray wrought iron armor.

Only squad leaders are allowed to wear this kind of wrought iron armor.

There were also two corporals wearing leather armor.

The twelve Tartars were ordered to search for the whereabouts of the three scouts and, incidentally, to gather intelligence on the surrounding armies.

Unexpectedly, someone emerged from a hidden path in the hills.

Moreover, this person was wearing the leather armor of a Wuhuan tribal chief and had even placed his helmet on his saber as a show of defiance.

This is blatant provocation!

A dozen or so Tartars gritted their teeth and glared angrily at Luo Yunxiao.

The Tartar squad leader, Motuo, sneered, "Han dogs are courting death!"

Brothers, whoever captures him will be rewarded with a hundred taels of silver!

Another squad leader, Nawu, observed for a moment and warned, "He's using this to provoke us. Be careful, it might be a trap; they might have an ambush!"

Medog shrugged: "Do you think his horse can outrun ours? Han Chinese horsemanship is the worst, charge with me!"

Two Tartar squad leaders, along with two corporals and eight white-clad soldiers, rode in a semi-circle, quickly encircling Luo Yunxiao.

Li Dakai, Sun Tieshou, and others, who were on the second floor of the beacon tower, saw Luo Yunxiao provoking the Tartars from afar and thought he had gone mad.

The garrison at the western beacon tower also saw Luo Yunxiao carrying a Tartar helmet, confronting a dozen Tartars alone.

Everyone's speculating: Who's this person with such audacity? Aren't they afraid of dying?

Upon seeing the Tartars pursuing them, Luo Yunxiao immediately turned his horse around and galloped towards the ambush point.

Surprisingly, the sergeant's Tartar horse was faster than his own.

In just a few breaths, they quickly closed the distance.

One hundred and twenty zhang.

One hundred zhang.

Seventy zhang (approximately 33 meters).

The two Tartars began firing arrows from a distance.

Luo Yunxiao's scout instincts kicked in, and he swung his saber to cut the arrow that was aimed at his back.

The Tartar scouts were indeed elite; they shot so accurately from such a distance.

Let me show you how powerful I am!

He tucked his saber into the saddle, drew his bow and arrow, and fired back, the arrow piercing through the chest of a Tartar.

The Tartar was shot by an arrow and fell from his horse.

Luo Yunxiao made a sarcastic remark, and the Tartars, holding their anger, spurred their horses to give chase.

Soon, Luo Yunxiao led the Tartars into the hilly mountain road on the west side.

"put!"

At Luo Yunxiao's command, two Wildfire Thunderbolts exploded in front of the leading Tartar horse.

The Tartar warhorses were terrified by the sudden explosion.

They neighed and reared up, ignoring commands.

At the same time, the incendiary bombs ignited and blocked the retreat route.

A single thunderbolt instantly blasted the two Tartars at the rear.

The Tartars were also terrified by the explosion and didn't know what was going on.

In his panic, Motuo saw Luo Yunxiao turn his horse around and look at him with a smile.

They were secretly cursing the Han people for their cunning.

However, their escape route had been blocked by the fire.

The only option was to break through to either side of the mountain forest.

However, Qin Hongxiu and the others kept throwing wildfire bombs at their flanks, instantly killing six more people.

There are three Tartars left.

Two squad leaders and one sergeant.

Although shocked, Medog remained calm: "If you're so capable, don't use firearms, fight me with real swords and spears!"

Luo Yunxiao raised his arm and clenched his fist, signaling to stop the attack.

With a slight smile, he spurred his horse and charged towards Motuo: "Then I'll let you die knowing why!"

Motuo's sword clashed with the horse-slaying sword, the metal clanging and sparks flying.

Luo Yunxiao was slightly surprised that he had failed to knock away the opponent's weapon despite having a strength of nearly a thousand jin at the late stage of Martial Master.

It is evident that the other party's cultivation level is not far from his own.

What surprised me even more was Motuo.

He was a mid-stage martial arts master, but he was born with superhuman strength and was the personal guard of a centurion, with few rivals.

He will soon be promoted to centurion.

Who knew that he had almost been knocked off his horse by Luo Yunxiao's sword during their fight just now.

Although he barely managed to catch the knife, his right hand was so shocked that it went numb and almost lost all feeling!

So he switched his weapon and continued his attack on Luo Yunxiao.

Meanwhile, Qin Hongxiu led the group to besiege another squad leader and a sergeant.

Apart from Qin Hongxiu, everyone else was being beaten down by the sergeant.

They can only keep fighting and maneuvering.

Li Ergou was horrified.

The Tartars have already lost nine men, turning what was originally a one-sided situation into a one-sided defeat.

However, even three of our men couldn't defeat a single corporal.

The fighting strength of the Tartars is evident.

Luo Yunxiao got carried away with the killing, wielding his broadsword with fierce and powerful movements.

After ten moves, he swept across the battlefield with a single, sweeping strike, slashing at the waist. Motuo had nowhere to dodge and had to parry with his own blade.

But he was cut off from his horse by the blade, his body flying out like a kite with a broken string.

It crashed into a tree two zhang away.

Leaves fell one after another, covering him.

Motuo coughed up blood and struggled to his feet.

Luo Yunxiao gave him no chance to breathe.

With a swift stroke, the head of the man from Motuo fell to the ground and rolled to a spot not far in front of Nawu.

Na Wu and Qin Hongxiu were locked in a fierce and evenly matched battle.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that Motuo's head had been chopped off, and a pair of lifeless eyes were staring at him. He felt a mixture of grief and indignation.

Motuo is his sworn brother, and both of them are at the mid-stage of martial arts master level.

I never imagined that my good brother would die at the hands of a large Zhou army soldier.

Moreover, this group of people actually possessed such powerful firearms.

The expedition suffered heavy losses, and someone must return to report so that the centurion can make preparations.

Just as he was trying to break free from Qin Hongxiu's encirclement, Luo Yunxiao had already circled around behind him and was fighting with the only remaining squad leader, thus blocking his escape route.

The Tartar squad leader, who had initially been certain of victory, slashed Li Ergou's arm with a single blow, the wound so deep that bone was visible.

Another knife pierced Wang Shitou's left shoulder, leaving only Zhou Hanniu struggling to hold on, clearly unable to withstand the attack.

At this moment, after killing Motuo, Luo Yunxiao rode back to reinforce the three men, and his saber struck the head of the Tartar squad leader with thunderous force.

This strike, accompanied by a strong wind, had the force of a thousand pounds!

The Tartar squad leader had no time to dodge and hurriedly raised his sword to parry!