The soldiers were completely wiped out and got three pairs of iron armor and six pairs of leather armor. After repairing and repairing, the iron armor was worn by Meng Jiucheng, Qiao E and Mu Yi. Originally, Meng Jiu became a compliment to Xiaowei because he wanted to give it to her, but they felt that wearing leather armor was even more heroic and cool.

In the era of cold weapons, the quality of the armor often determines the strength of the combat effectiveness. The protection against gun stabs and hammers is definitely not satisfactory, but it can more effectively resist the damage of knife slashing and arrow shooting.

Therefore, Meng Jiucheng called Qiao E, because of the high combat power of the two, but also because they were wearing armor.

The two of them were covered in sport, striding onto the bridge, standing side by side, and were not afraid of the bandits who were forcing up. The bridge deck was narrow, and there were only five ordinary bandits on the other side, just taking advantage of their strength and heavy skills.

"I'll come first!" Before Meng Jiucheng could speak, Qiao E swung her mace and rushed forward, her heavy steps made the bridge board sound.

Although the bandits on the other side were frightened, they could see that a strong black woman was rushing to the other side, and there was a leader shouting from behind, shouting and raising their weapons to speed up.

Although Qiao E started first, Meng Jiucheng's body was much more flexible than her. He rushed a few steps and jumped straight, surpassing Qiao E. He shouted in the air, twisted his waist and rolled his arms, straightened out his gun, and stabbed the current enemy directly. This gun was fierce and fierce, and it was the "harrier to rush to quail" to break the enemy head-on by the gun technique he learned.

The bandits only felt a flash of cold light, and the tip of the gun had reached the door. When they were in a hurry to resist, they felt that the gun was heavy and unstoppable, and they did not move at all. Before they could scream, the spear had already pierced into their throat, splashing out gorgeous blood.

As soon as Meng Jiucheng's foot fell to the ground, his arm exerted force and carried the bandit's corpses to swing left and right, immediately disrupting the formation of the first row.

Qiao E was only one step late, and the mace slashed down, sweeping across the pound, making it full of strength. A bandit soldier got the stick in his head and immediately beat it into a rotten watermelon.

Thrilling screams came one after another, Meng Jiucheng and Qiao E fought bravely, with almost no match for each other.

After winning the first place, Meng Jiucheng restrained a little, and let Qiao'e play his best. He took care of him to make up for the leak. Although there were fewer attacks and more defenses, the spear had made it more mature and fulfilling.

I saw him sting, slashing, picking, blocking, squeezing, squeezing, and closing the spear tips, and the spear tassels were red, like dragons and snakes, flying up and down. Every time he sent the spear to suck, he flew with flesh and blood.

The bandits on the bridge were either stabbed to death or knocked down under the bridge. Although there were many people, they could withstand Meng Jiucheng, and Qiao E had only five people at most, and she could not give full play to the advantage of the number of people.

One row was cleared, and another row was another. Meng Jiucheng and Qiao E had dispelled their sex and moved forward step by step. The bandits' formation became tighter and tighter. The one in front was killed and retreated, while the one behind was urged to move forward, and they could no longer be able to move forward.

With Meng Jiucheng's blocking protection, Qiao E's moves opened and closed, using sweep, poke, chop, and smash attacks, fully exerting the true meaning of "one force to surrender ten times". The bandits were either killed or injured, but were swept down from the wooden bridge and fell on the ice of the river.

The weight of people and corpses continues to accumulate, and coupled with the falling momentum, the river ice first clatters, then cracks open and expands. The dead bandits howl and howl, struggling in the ice water. But even those who know how to water gradually become weak in the coldness of the clothes soaked.

Wei San shouted loudly on the shore, but he could not stop his subordinates from retreating casualties. He was still sober and knew that there were limited space on the bridge, so how many people he sent could not play his advantage, at most it was just a wheel battle.

"Mingjin retreats and transfers archers from behind." Wei San issued an order, but in the end, only a dozen people retreated from the bridge, with heavy casualties.

"Stop, retreat." Meng Jiuzheng saw the enemy retreating, and hurriedly called Qiao E to stop. The two of them were on guard and slowly retreated back to the bridge.

Wei San reorganized the attacking bridge formation, using swords and shields in front and archers behind. This arrangement shows that he is also very skilled in martial arts and is not comparable to Ma Si and others.

However, the organization took a long time to draw, and Meng Jiucheng felt that the purpose of suffocating the enemy's spirit had been achieved. The key was that he was vented, so he ordered the troops to retreat first. He and Qiao E were on guard at the bridge.

After the bandits finished organizing and attacked the bridge again, Meng Jiucheng took the bow and arrow, practiced real-person shooting, and then called Qiao E to get on the horse.

"This is the damn!" Wei San was first hit by a blow. When he was about to get the spot, he punched the cotton, almost flashing his wrist and felt extremely depressed.

After so long, Du Qi had already caught up. He saw blood on the bridge deck and corpses in the ice water under the bridge. He also lost most of the arrogance and excitement when his subordinates first set off.

Dozens of casualties, according to the proportion of the brigade, are nothing, but the blow to morale is very heavy. Didn’t the opponents be farmers holding hoes and sticks? Didn’t the opponents be all mobs who gathered their feathers to make up for their courage? But just two people fought and killed so many brothers. How should we explain this?

"The enemy first slapped my spirit and then retreated without fighting. Do you think there is a conspiracy?" Du Qi felt that today's war might not be as simple as imagined, and the wooden bridge in front of him made him feel bad.

Mr. Qin touched his beard, smiled and said, "The general is not bad, the enemy has made some plans. According to what he saw in his humble position, they wanted to lure our army to form a formation. The military strategy says: the right mountain tomb, the left water to form a formation. It is a taboo for military strategists to form a formation, but there is a second saying in the military strategy: If you fall into death, you will live, and if you put it in death, you will survive. In the past, the overlords broke their boats and Han Xin turned to the water to destroy Zhao, which is all this. Today, the general..."

Du Qi may not know about the matter of burning the boat and destroying Zhao with his back, but Mr. Qin understood that it was to form a formation with his back and attack the village without any problem. Moreover, this also has the benefits of inspiring morale and fighting bravely.

"The baggage vehicles can be kept here for a while to prevent them." After speaking verbally, Mr. Qin still put forward relatively cautious and safe suggestions.

"Sir, I have great advice." Du Qi nodded in agreement, dispelled the doubts in his heart, and made the final decision.

Dozens of people were left to guard the baggage, and Du Qi led a large group of people to cross the bridge, with more than 400 soldiers. He felt that he was very sure of winning.

However, when the bandits walked for several miles and came to Wenjiashanqian Village, they found that the opponent's arrangement was not as simple as they imagined.
Chapter completed!