The female prisoner was fierce

It must be said, they truly are worthy of being called Northern Di people who have experienced countless battles.

Very decisive!

They stopped fighting the archers and crossbowmen and led the remaining forty-odd cavalrymen in a retreat.

But how could Xiao Jianyang let dozens of warhorses slip away right under his nose?

"Crossbowmen, provide cover! Everyone else, kill!!"

He gave the order decisively.

He then drew his official sword from his waist and was the first to rush down the mountain.

Behind her, Lin Qingxue followed closely with ten female soldiers from her personal guard squad:

"kill!!"

Each of them drew their official swords, their eyes gleaming with murderous intent.

Then Defang's guerrilla squad and the newly formed Xiao Family Army's First Guerrilla Squad were all mobilized!

"kill!!"

"kill!!"

The sounds of battle were deafening, and the atmosphere was terrifying.

Because the mountain path was too narrow, dozens of warhorses were crowded together here, making it very difficult to get away quickly.

Therefore, when Xiao Jianyang led his men to attack, only a dozen or so horses managed to turn around successfully.

Seeing this, the bearded leader gritted his teeth and roared:

"Damn it, we've been ambushed! Retreat!!"

He roared and tried to find a way to resist.

however.

At this moment, Xiao Jianyang arrived with his personal guards!

The official sword in his hand gleamed coldly in the pale sunlight, and he moved like lightning, charging into the ranks of the Northern Di cavalry.

A Northern Di cavalryman raised his sword to strike, but before the blade could fall, Xiao Jianyang's sword had already plunged into his abdomen.

puff! !

The blade was halfway submerged, and blood flowed down the hilt.

Xiao Jianyang flipped his wrist and pulled horizontally.

"ah!!"

The Northern Di cavalryman in front of him immediately screamed and fell off his horse, his intestines spilling out.

Followed by.

Lin Qingxue and the others also charged into the enemy ranks.

The battle instantly escalated to a fever pitch!

Seeing this, the bearded leader of the Northern Barbarians could only roar in resentment:

"kill!!"

"Kill all these two-legged sheep!!"

If they don't resist, they'll be slaughtered like pigs and dogs.

The other Northern Di cavalrymen also understood this principle, and their eyes were filled with murderous intent and ruthlessness.

"kill!!"

He grabbed his curved sword and rushed in.

In a short time, dozens of people from both sides clashed on the narrow mountain path.

Xiao Jianyang's side used nothing but dirty tricks.

Kick the groin, lock the throat, chop the wrist, stab the waist.

Be as ruthless as possible, and strike with the most deadly force.

A Northern Di cavalryman swung his sword at Xiao Jianyang, who dodged to the side, his official sword piercing the man's armpit from an extremely tricky angle.

That's where the leather armor's protection is weakest.

"ah!!"

The Northern Di cavalryman in front of him immediately let out a pig-like scream. His entire right arm lost its strength, his scimitar slipped from his hand, and he fell headfirst off his horse, clutching the bloody hole under his armpit.

The female soldiers of Qinweishi were not to be outdone.

Although their martial arts skills were not as good as Lin Qingxue's, Xiao Jianyang had taught them.

"Don't try to outmuscle the Northern Barbarians; you can't win."

"Aim for vital points, eyes, throat, groin, do whatever is most lethal."

Therefore, they are extremely ruthless.

A female soldier was slashed by a Northern Di cavalryman and staggered backward, her shield cracking.

But instead of retreating, she used the momentum of her retreat to crouch down and roll, stabbing the dagger in her hand into the ankle of the Northern Di cavalryman from an extremely tricky angle.

"ah!!"

The Northern Di cavalryman screamed, and as he looked down, another female soldier's knife had already slit his throat.

Also.

Bai Huatong's dozen or so remaining soldiers were also a significant fighting force, suppressing the Northern Di cavalry so much that they didn't even have time to catch their breath.

Upon seeing this, the bearded leader's face turned ashen.

We can't keep fighting!

If we continue fighting, we'll only be wiped out!

"Fight your way out! Fight your way out!!"

He immediately changed his command words, then took the lead in turning his horse around, and with more than ten personal guards, he fought his way out, leaving behind more than twenty cavalrymen who were still fighting, and fled down the mountain in a sorry state.

Seeing this, the remaining Northern Di cavalry also wanted to break through the encirclement, but they were powerless to do so.

With such a huge difference in strength, the problem was quickly resolved!

Thus, the battle was completely over in less than the time it takes to drink two cups of tea.

Xiao Jianyang did not order a pursuit, but instead ordered the battlefield to be cleaned up.

The narrow mountain path was littered with the corpses of the Northern Di people and their horses!

The blood stained the snow within a radius of tens of meters dark red, which looked particularly glaring under the gray winter sky.

The female soldiers of the crossbowmen are cleaning up the battlefield and collecting usable arrows.

The male soldiers of the guerrilla unit were gathering their warhorses.

More than thirty stray ponies were snorting in the snow.

Some suffered minor injuries, but most were still usable.

"Lord Xiao, we have captured 28 warhorses, 39 scimitars, 12 horse bows, more than 300 arrows, and 40 sets of cotton armor."

After cleaning up the battlefield, Lin Qingxue rushed over to report, her face beaming with barely suppressed excitement.

Xiao Jianyang nodded, glancing at the warhorses.

The 28 ponies, though not as powerful as the Great Wu army horses, still played a significant role in the mountainous region.

"Take all the horses back, and have the injured ones treated by Chu Yiran's medical team."

Xiao Jianyang gave the instructions.

Then, he walked towards the group of Dawu soldiers who had been rescued.

Upon closer inspection, he discovered that the young general was even younger than he had anticipated.

He was at most in his early twenties, with a hint of youthful naiveté still lingering on his face.

But in his eyes, there was a composure that only someone who had crawled out of a pile of corpses possessed.

At this moment, the young general was leaning on his lance, struggling to stand up from the ground.

He's wounded!

He took a scimitar blow to his left arm!

The wound was deep enough to expose bone, and blood was still seeping from the arrow wound on his right leg, but he still gritted his teeth and stood straight.

Seeing Xiao Jianyang approaching, a look of wariness flashed in his eyes, but he said in a hoarse voice:

"My name is Bai Huatong, and I am a junior officer under Yang Huaizhong, the commander of the border army."

"Thank you for your help, brave warrior. May I ask your honorable name?"

Xiao Jianyang stopped three steps in front of him, his gaze sweeping over him before he spoke:

"Xiao Jianyang".

"The master of Xiao Family Village".

Bai Huatong paused for a moment, searching his mind for the names "Xiao Family Village" and "Xiao Jianyang," but to no avail.

But he's a smart man.

So he quickly suppressed this question and clasped his hands in a fist and said:

"Brave Warrior Xiao, I am deeply grateful. If it weren't for your timely intervention, my brothers and I would probably have been slaughtered by the Northern Barbarians."

Xiao Jianyang waved his hand, then looked past him at the group of surviving officers and soldiers behind him.

The team that originally had fifteen or sixteen members is now down to seven.

They were all wounded and covered in blood; some even collapsed onto the snow, unable to stand up.

Only the flag bearer remained standing.

To be precise, it's dead but still standing!

He clung tightly to the flagpole with both hands; the arrow wound in his right chest had stopped bleeding, and the bloodstains had frozen into dark red ice shards.

Xiao Jianyang walked up to the flag bearer and paused for two seconds.

Then he reached out and gently took the tattered military flag from Bai Huatong's arms, turning to look at him:

"You fought your way out of Yanbei City?"

Upon hearing this, a look of grief flashed across Bai Huatong's face, and he nodded.

"yes!"

"Yanbei City has fallen; it cannot be defended."

"General Yang Huaizhong was captured, and the remaining 800 soldiers fought to the last moment."

"I was ordered to lead men to break through the encirclement of the Northern Di people and fight my way out."

"When we left the city, there were more than four hundred brothers, but of those who escaped here, only these few remain."

He spoke as calmly as possible, but Xiao Jianyang noticed that his hand holding the lance was trembling.

"Xiao Zhuangshi".

Bai Huatong suddenly raised his head, a pleading look in his eyes:

"These brothers are either wounded or crippled, and they really can't walk anymore."

"Could...could we possibly stay at the mountain stronghold for a few days?"

"Once the brothers have recovered, I, Bai Huatong, will repay them handsomely!"

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