On the spacious plain, a group of people dressed like bandits came over. The hundreds of cavalry brought by Cao Ren were surrounded. The opponent did not attack directly, but instead formed a formation first. Behind the simple wooden shield, rows of bandits holding bows and arrows came out, and they shot volleys at the cavalry.

In fact, the cavalry is fully capable of breaking through the encirclement before the opponent completes the encirclement, and then launching legion skills such as cavalry to defeat the opponent. The biggest advantage of the cavalry against the infantry is not impact force, but maneuver power. However, Cao Ren's leg is now stuck in the carriage, and Liu Yi dares not pull out the sword at this moment to avoid the opponent's forced break. The Cao army's general is so powerful that he is afraid of the carriage that Cao's army may not be able to break even with swords and guns. He kicks a hole out of the carriage. If he wants to take it back and take a few more kicks, the carriage will have to be scrapped.

"Bastard, get out!" Cao Ren could only watch the other party form an encirclement, and his heart felt a little cold, especially although the other party was dressed as a bandit, the formation of troops was not like a bandit at all. There was a pattern between advancing and retreating, and even left a gap for them. This was a method of playing three inclines and one in order to disintegrate their morale. Cao Ren could guarantee that if they really left the gap, they would probably be ambushed even more terrifyingly.

The cavalry stopped and fought with the infantry, which was no different from seeking death. First, the use of weapons on the horse was far less convenient than the ground. Second, the cavalry was single and did not have various cooperation like infantry. Moreover, usually, the cavalry was not as large as the cavalry, and the number of cavalry was not as good as that of Bubing. So even if there was a piercing pain on his legs at this moment, Cao Ren was still eager to get out and command the battle.

But Liu Yi was not willing? He didn't know the situation outside, and he didn't even know who was outside the door. He was trying hard to save his life at this moment.

"Puff puff puff puff~"

Although the Cao army cavalry around them had set up their formation, Cao Ren could not leave, and they dared not leave. They could only let the other party's arrows fall and fall in groups. Some had already begun to run towards the gap left by the other party. Don't expect the soldiers of this era to be so loyal. Those who are willing to die for the general are only that small group of personal soldiers. Most of the soldiers are normal to run when the battle is unfavorable.

Seeing the other party unscrupulously shooting the cavalry who followed him with bows and arrows, Cao Ren was furious, gritted his teeth, and suddenly pulled out the horse-slashing sword at his waist, and slashed it down with a sword on his legs.

Liu Yi, who was desperately holding the sword, was splashed by the blood spurted out of the gap, and the half of his legs had no support and was dragged in by him. Liu Yi was not in a hurry and sat on the ground, staring at the half of his legs in his hand in a daze, his mind was blank.

I don’t know how long it took, but the sound of fighting outside started to sound, and a cold female voice with a little hatred came in: “Cao Zhe, you have today too!?”

Although Cao Ren decisively cut off half of his leg, he lost too much blood and almost fainted on the spot. He had no strength to command the battle again. As a result, he was naturally a one-sided massacre. At this moment, Cao Ren was already as white as paper and on the verge of death.

Cao Thief?

Liu Yi felt cold in his heart when he heard this. Could it be Cao Cao's relatives?

"Young Master, I'm dead." A middle-aged man jumped off his horse's back, touched Cao Ren's body, which gradually became stiff, shook his head and sighed: "This Cao Ren is also a general, and he doesn't want to die so cowardly today."

If he was killed on the battlefield, it would be fine. If a real man was left with a horse and a corpse, this is the fate of a military general and the glory of a military general. However, Cao Ren was trapped in a small donkey cart today, and died of blood in his leg. He was exhausted and almost wiped out an elite cavalry of Cao's army.

"Cut off his head and hang his body on the cliff. I want to return Cao Cao's insult to his father little by little!" Under the green-faced and fanged mask, there was a bone-broken cold in his eyes.

"Here." The middle-aged man didn't say anything nonsense, picked up the horse-killing sword in Cao Ren's hand, chopped off his head, and asked someone to drag Cao Ren's headless body away and hang it onto the cliff beside him.

The middle-aged man looked through the hole kicked out by Cao Ren and looked at Liu Yi in the carriage and said, "In the lower Jiuyuan Wei Yue, I wonder who the hero is in the car? Cao's army has been defeated by us, and the hero is safe."

Wei Yue?

Liu Yi thought carefully about the person he knew, and did not have the name Wei Yue. He couldn't help but smile bitterly. The donkey cart was basically scrapped. If the other party really wanted to make things difficult for him, now without the restraint of Cao's army, he could not deal with the other party with this small broken cart. It would be better to be free and easy.

He immediately patted Wangcai's head, opened the door of the carriage, and came out of the carriage. He looked at the corpse of the stupid donkey with a heartache. Although the donkey was not adjusted, it was bought by himself after all. Then he looked at the girl with a green face and fangs mask. Although the other party's outfit could not tell the man or woman, the person who spoke to Wei Yue before should be her. He listened to the voice and was a woman.

Who knows why a woman can suppress a group of men and become the leader of bandits in this era. She doesn't care about these things, but just bows and politely says, "A craftsman from Longzhong, Xia Xiangyang, has no intention of offending me if he misses this place."

He didn't ask who the other party was, the less you know about such things, the better.

"Craftsman?" Wei Yue's eyes fell on the sword around Liu Yi's waist and smiled: "This sword is not something that ordinary craftsmen can wear."

"This is a gift from an employer." Liu Yi secretly scolded Cui Zhouping for harming others and gave him a stupid donkey that was uncontrollable. The sword is now a little hard to explain. There are only two types of people who can wear swords this year, one is a general, the other is a scholar, and a gentleman is a sword, which is also a symbol of identity.

"Even a craftsman is not an ordinary craftsman." The 'Young Master' ignored this and just came to Liu Yi's donkey cart and looked at the scarred donkey cart: "Sir, since I don't want to reveal my identity, I can't force it, but now my village needs such a talent as me, I don't know if I can go back to the village with me."

"Let's go..." Liu Yi swallowed, and the other party obviously identified himself as a scholar: "It's really a craftsman."

"Young Master, a large amount of coins and some carpenter equipment were found in the car." A bandit came out with a bag of money and bowed to the "Young Master".

"Look, I am really a craftsman. I can give this money to you. I don't know if it's the money I'm going to buy life?" Although Liu Yi felt distressed, compared with life, money is a trivial matter and can be made again.

"But I still want to ask the teacher to go back to the village." The young master just glanced at the money lightly and said, "As for the things of the teacher, we have no intention of greed."

"I'm... can I refuse?" Liu Yi smiled bitterly. If he had known this situation, he wouldn't have left Wolonggang. It would be nice to follow Zhuge Villageman. Who knew that this happened to him just three days after he came out?

The "Young Master" didn't say anything, but just quietly groped in the bloody spear.

Wei Yue, who was beside him, shook the blade, and the sunlight fell on the cold blade, reflecting a cold luster.

"Of course, as a craftsman, if your village needs renovation, I can help you." Liu Yi swallowed.

"Put a horse for Mr. to clean up the traces." The 'Young Master' silently hung the spear on the back of the horse and waved to Wei Yue and others.

"Here!"
Chapter completed!