Waiting for safety, after a little statistics, Wang Yan's mouth twitched and he almost suffered a cerebral hemorrhage. After a while, more than 400 people were lost. But Li Zicheng led his troops over. Wang Yan didn't want to be underestimated, so he could only knock off his teeth and swallow it in his stomach. "Cough cough, General Li, you are late, the person named Zhao has already let Wang run away."

Li Zicheng looked at the situation around him and sneered in his heart. Wang Yan was really a swollen face and fat man. Zhao Shujiao clearly withdrew himself. Look at this, I'm afraid it wasn't because he chased him too deeply and was beaten up by Zhao Shujiao? I knew it in my heart, but Li Zicheng wouldn't say it out loud, but instead bowed: "Brother Wang is both civil and military, so Zhao Shujiao can only attack him. If he really fights, he will naturally not be the opponent."

Wang Yan replied with a bow without blushing, but he also knew the sarcasm in Li Zicheng's words, but he just pretended not to know. "General Li, King Chuang asked us to attack first. Now Zhao led the soldiers to train Zhangjiaying Village, look..."

Wang Yan looked at Li Zicheng with complicated eyes, and the meaning was obvious. I, Wang Yan, have led the troops for a while, and you should be Li Zicheng for attacking Zhangjiaying Village next time? Li Zicheng was quite helpless. Wang Yan is not very smart, but he was very clever. As soon as he sarcastically said, he found the place back.

"Leader Wang can rest and wait for the army to gather. Li will take care of the next thing first." Li Zicheng didn't have the intention to argue with Wang Yan, and Zhangjiaying Village will be fought sooner or later.

Zhangjiaying Village was at the turn of the official road. At that time, the official road turned here because Zhangjiaying Village was high in terrain and it was inconvenient to build roads. Zhangjiaying Village could reach it with your hands by reaching out. In recent years, the village has made a lot of money by relying on this official road. A small village has developed into a small town in ten years. If the peasant army wants to go north, it cannot avoid Zhangjiaying Village. But Zhangjiaying Village is high in terrain, which is easy to defend but difficult to attack.

Li Zicheng led his troops to the outside of the village. When he looked up, his head hurt a little. In just two days, there was an earthen wall in the village. At this time, his head was constantly poking out of the earthen wall, and there were many musketeers and crossbowmen hidden beside him. No wonder Wang Yan suffered a loss here, and there was no reason.

Li Yan and others stood by and watched for a long time, but they didn't come up with a good idea. The Zhang family camp was high and there were few grass and trees around. It can be said that water attacks could not be done, and fire attacks could not be done. But you couldn't go around. As long as you dare to walk through the pipes, the people in the wall could shoot you with the bow and arrow. Who can stand it?

There was no way to do anything, so he could only attack. Li Zicheng calmed down and said to Lu Weiliang: "Where is Liu Zongmin? Let him lead his troops to fight and tell him that this is a good opportunity for him to make meritorious contributions. As long as he conquers Zhangjiaying, he can be forgiven for losing Wushan before, and I will have a heavy reward."

Now Liu Zongmin has become a sensible figure in the peasant army. Since he arrived in Nanzhili, Liu Zongmin has quickly emerged and has grown from the head of the team to a small leader. Li Zicheng is also optimistic about Liu Zongmin, so he recommended him to guard Wushan in front of Gao Yingxiang. However, unexpectedly, Liu Zongmin was beaten by the Living Hell for less than two days in Wushan. Because of this, Li Zicheng was ridiculed a lot.

Zhangjiaying Village is a good opportunity to avenge the previous shame. If Liu Zongmin gets diarrhea again, Li Zicheng decided to label the Liu surnamed Liu again as the leader of the team.

After receiving the order, Liu Zongmin naturally did not dare to neglect it. The battle in Wushan a few days ago was really embarrassing, and he had to get back his face. The injuries he suffered in Taojiaying Village were not completely healed, but Liu Zongmin didn't care too much. In just half an hour, he brought more than 2,000 people to the intersection outside Zhangjiaying Village. Before Liu Zongmin could rush up, he heard a roar and saw a big man waving his sword and pounced down directly.

There were about a hundred people following the man, but they were extremely excited and murderous. Those people rushed very quickly, as if they could rush out of the village to fight. Liu Zongmin looked at him. What did you say? You shouldn't be guarding next, will I attack? Why did you suddenly save yourself and rush out? Before you could speak out, someone behind him screamed, "Ah... I know him, that guy is Zhao Lu Sect..."

The person who spoke changed his face and his calves were trembling. Liu Zongmin's heart was trembling and his expression became much more serious. He had heard of Zhao Shujiao's name. This person was a famous Liaodong general. The peasant army had suffered many losses under his hands. In a blink of an eye, Zhao Shujiao had already brought people to his eyes. Although Liu Zongmin was injured, he was not afraid and even went to meet him. Liu Zongmin rushed towards Zhao Shujiao, and Zhao Shujiao naturally would not hide. The two of them slashed each other with two swords, and with a bang, sparks flew everywhere. In just one round, Liu Zongmin felt that his hands were a little numb, and Zhao Shujiao was also shocked.

Even though he was surprised, Zhao Shuzhi did not stop at all. He wielded it until he waved it, like a storm. The knife shone at Liu Zongmin's vital points. Zhao Shuzhi stood at a high place and attacked from top to bottom, which had a lot of advantages. Liu Zongmin had an injury on his body and had to passively deal with it. Soon, he couldn't stand it anymore. After a while, he felt that the tiger's mouth was hurt and the palm of his palm was bleeding. Liu Zongmin was really scared now. He was already like this, but Zhao Shuzhi was powerful and became more and more energetic.

He intentionally asked the people behind to rush up and rely on the advantage of the large number of people to drive Zhao Shujiao back, but the intersection is steep and narrow, which is very fatal. Liu Zongmin found a problem. The people behind him could not get up for a while. If he wanted to help, he had to go around the corner. However, Liu Zongmin could no longer hold on.

With a clang, Zhao Shujiao took a knife, heavy and fast. The knife in Liu Zongmin almost fell to the ground. He was shocked, and groaned, and took a few steps back decisively. Liu Zongmin really didn't want to retreat, so he wanted to take this opportunity to avenge his previous shame. If he retreated in shame, General Li would not have to skin him, Liu.

It seemed that Liu Zongming was no longer able to do anything. Zhao Shujiao laughed and swung his sword around and rushed forward again, "Liu Zongmin, right? Don't retreat, Grandpa Zhao's knife still requires a few bowls of blood, ah... Come on, fight happily..."

Zhao Lujiao's eyes were like copper bells, as powerful as a tiger. Liu Zongmin secretly cursed in his heart, and if he fucked, his life would be really lost here. Now that life is the most important thing, he turned around and shouted at the people behind him, "Retreat first, retreat to the intersection and reorganize the attack, and retreat to me quickly..." Liu Zongmin was anxious and ran slowly. Others might be fine, but he would probably have to be chopped off by Zhao Lujiao. It's really unfavorable. Why did he meet a ruthless character like Zhao Lujiao? Zhao Lujiao is really. If he doesn't guard the Zhangjiao camp well, he actually attacked it. It's simply incredible and makes people unable to guard this move. Who did he learn this trick? He didn't play by the routine!

Fortunately, Liu Zongmin's men did not rush deeply, so they still had time to retreat. The order was issued, and a group of people rushed back and retreated to the official road in a blink of an eye. Seeing that the sneak attack was not successful, Zhao Shujiao did not dare to chase him desperately. With a shout, he quickly retreated to Zhangjiaying.

After being troubled by Zhao Ruo, there were not many soldiers and horses, but the morale of the brothers was greatly affected. Especially Liu Zongmin himself, he was even more frightened and could not calm down until now. Anyway, the battle was so confused that he was even more confused.

"Get up, prepare for me. After a quarter of an hour, we will attack again. This time we all pounced on me. If anyone dares to be fooled from behind, don't blame me for not recognizing the knife in my hand." Liu Zongmin got angry, his tone was very cold and hard. He had to hit Zhangjiaying before Li Zicheng came. Otherwise, how could he, Liu, make a fuss in the future? He took more than 2,000 people to beat the village. He was beaten to pieces by a hundred people at the entrance of the village.

Everyone knew Liu Zongmin's methods were very strict with those disobedient people. There were a few people who were not active in the war before, but afterwards, they were all hung on the tree by Liu Zongmin and hungry for two days and two nights.

Soon, Liu Zongmin organized an attack again. This time he was much more cautious than the last time. Liu Zongmin asked the people under his command to disperse as much as possible and hold a shield in front. Although many of the shields were made of wooden, they still had protection capabilities. As expected, Zhao Rujiao did not dare to rush out again this time. When the Zhangjiaying wall was less than twenty feet away, the arrows and muskets began to show their power. The ding-knit sound kept ringing, but the peasant army was not seriously injured. When the muskets were fired, most of them left a few black spots on the shield, which could not pose a substantial threat to the peasant army behind.

Zhao Ruijiao frowned when he saw it. If he had a new musket used in Yunfu in his hand and fired it in one round, he would have to kill more than ten people. With that kind of wooden shield, he wanted to block the bullets? The banging sound was endless, and the effect was very small. Zhao Ruijiao waved his hand in anger, "Okay, let the musketeers stop. After a long time of fighting, he didn't even hurt a bird's hair. Prepare the scythe. I want to invite the Liu man to drink a pot of old wine."

By the way, Liu Zongmin was quite proud. This kind of shield snail crawling formation was from the Living Hell. At the beginning, everyone really didn't like this style of fighting. The advancement was too slow, but after suffering too much, he slowly realized the benefits of this snail turtle formation. Slowly, it was slow, but it could minimize the risk of bows and arrows and muskets. Liu Zongmin even wanted to get a special shield soldier to build an iron shield like the Yunfu infantry, but unfortunately, the conditions did not allow it. There were dozens of silver iron shields, and it would have been paid off with this money. Who would use it to make iron lumps?

If there were iron shields, I would be afraid of even the new musket. As I was about to reach the wall, Liu Zongmin shouted: "Roar up and cut the cowards behind the wall. Zhangjiaying is ours... Kill..."

"Ah... Kill..." Since the earthen wall is not too high and there is no ladder at all, hundreds of peasant soldiers rushed forward in a swarm. Some people squat down, and the other person stepped on his shoulders and could directly grasp the wall. The earthen wall of Zhangjiaying was built based on the difference in height and was not compacted by bricks and stones, which led to the earthen wall not being solid.

Liu Zongmin was confident that in just one cup of tea, the broken wall would definitely be pushed down. Sure enough, not long after, the walls moaned in pain and fell to the ground. The peasant army that was attacking was even more excited and rushed up one by one. Liu Zongmin was the same. He was about to urge the people behind to come up quickly, but suddenly his pupils shrank and he saw something in his vision.

It was a sickle, but the sickle was magnified dozens of times, and the sickle was tied to the left and right by iron chains. For some reason, Liu Zongmin suddenly remembered what happened in Taojiaying Village. At that time, Nie Yang leaned against the big sword formation and swept the peasant army's scalp numb, and he carried it in Taojiaying for three days. The strange sickle in front of him always felt familiar.

Before he could make a sound reminder, the scythe had moved. Since the officers and soldiers were standing at a high place, the scythe was put down and swayed directly to the side. Wherever the scythe passed, as long as it was scratched, it would be either killed or injured. A peasant army brother could not hide. A large piece of his entire chest was cut off. His chest was bleeding and screaming in pain.

After the scythe speed dropped, more than a dozen officers and soldiers on the other side suddenly pulled the iron chain hard. The scythe instantly accelerated a little and continued to sweep forward. Along the way, the killing and injuring the peasant army also splashed countless dust.

For a moment, the huge sickle swayed left and right under the control of the officers and soldiers, like a pendulum, but this pendulum was very life-threatening. A big man didn't believe in evil and thought he could escape, but was scraped by the sickle and cut his whole body into two halves. After being split into two halves, he did not die immediately. The half of his head was still twitching, and the blood, internal organs and intestines were lying all over the ground. The people around him were so excited that they could not help but shrink back.

Liu Zongmin sighed deeply that he was suffering. Who was he provoking whom? He met Nie Yang, Zhangjiaying, and Zhao Shujiao, and then met the tiger. At this point, Liu Zongmin had no choice but to leave more than 200 corpses and retreat in shame. When he returned to the official road, he saw that there were a few more people in the command office.

Liu Zongmin stopped immediately. He didn't know how to tell Li Zicheng, but this time he couldn't blame him for being Liu. After thinking about it, he still gritted his teeth and walked over, "General, his subordinates are not fighting effectively, so please punish him. But... that Zhao Shujiao is really too difficult to deal with, and Zhangjiaying is not easy to fight..."

Li Zicheng shook his hand and stopped Liu Zongmin's words, "Okay, you don't need to explain. The incident happened. I and the leaders all saw it. It's really not your fault this time. But... I obviously have no good way to deal with the scythe, and you keep urging and promoting the attack. This is your fault, and you should take it down immediately."
Chapter completed!