The Song Dynasty on the Sand Table

Chapter 150 One Hundred Strings of Cash
When they heard that the door was to be opened and the soldiers rushed out, the glue archers and Ma family servants who had been shouting happily just now fell silent in an instant.

They were very enthusiastic when hiding in the safety of the city and shooting crossbows and playing with catapults, but they were afraid to go out and fight the Khitans in close combat.

However, the Jimo rebel army trained by Qi Jiguang did not have this shortcoming.

The city gate is wide open!

Zhang Yong led his army straight out. The people from Zhangjiacun team had now become his personal soldiers and followed closely behind him. Behind them were thousands of elite rebels, all holding cold weapons, forming a huge army with the Mandarin Duck Formation as the smallest combat unit.

Zhang Yong roared, "Chase after them! Chop off the head of the Jin thief general. The True Lord just shouted that the general's head is worth a hundred strings of cash."

"Fuck, one hundred kan?"

"Did the True Lord personally promise this?"

Everyone's eyes turned red and they rushed forward roaring.

Baliyuanshan turned his head and saw thousands of red-eyed monsters rushing towards him.

But all his subordinates were running away.

This is crazy...

Baliyuanshan whipped his horse whip suddenly, trying to run faster.

But just as the warhorse took a step, a powerful arrow shot from behind and hit the horse's butt.

The warhorse felt the pain and jumped suddenly, throwing Baliyuanshan down.

When he stood up with the help of his personal soldiers, he found that his horse had left its owner and ran away.

"Damn it, this damn horse, I'm going to cook it and eat it when I get home."

Bali Yuanshan cursed angrily and turned around to see that the rebels had approached him by dozens of meters.

Forget it, don’t scold the horse now, just take care of your own life first.

He ran away from the distant mountains.

All I heard was the deafening shouting of killing behind me, and a large number of rebels rushed towards me...

The pseudo-Jin soldiers each used their best escape skills, such as Lingbo Weibu, Tiyunzong, Babu Zhuchan, and Shenxing Baibian. They ran breathlessly. After running a few steps, they felt that their helmets were too heavy and got in the way, so they quickly took them off and threw them on the ground. After running a few more steps, their shields also became a bit of a hindrance, so they quickly threw them away...

They threw it away, and the rebels picked it up from behind.

But after the rebels picked up these things, they couldn't run fast.

The result is that poor people run faster and rich people run slower. The barefoot are not afraid of those who wear shoes. That's the truth.

The Khitan soldiers, who were stripped naked and so poor that they were stingy with their money, disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Instead, Baliyuanshan, who was wearing the most clothes, fell last.

He was suddenly startled to find that a small group of rebels had caught up with him.

The Zhangjiacun team is here!
Zhang Yong has now been promoted to a general, and the others are his personal soldiers, but when the time comes for battle, they can't help but set up the Mandarin Duck Formation.

Zhang Yong shouted, "Enemy general, hand over your 100 strings of cash."

Bali Yuanshan: "Fuck!"

Zhang Yong thrust the flagpole in his hand, and Bali Yuanshan drew his sword and swept it across. With a "clang" sound, the flagpole in Zhang Yong's hand was swept far away, leaving his middle gate wide open.

The next moment, Bali Yuanshan slashed at Zhang Yong's chest, frightening him to death. Fortunately, the Yuanyang team was not playing for nothing. The long-handled player nearby moved sideways and blocked the blow with a long board like a door panel. There was only a loud "bang". Bali Yuanshan's knife made a muffled sound when it hit the board, which showed how powerful the blow was.

The entire Zhangjiacun team was shocked.

The two spearmen thrust their spears at the same time, but Bali Yuanshan also had personal guards beside him, and the two personal guards swung their guns at the same time, knocking the two spears away.

Baliyuanshan took advantage of this opportunity and kicked the long board hard. The huge force pushed the long board holder back a few steps.

The rattan shield bearer came over quickly to fill the position, and Bali Yuanshan slashed the rattan shield again. The rattan shield bearer could not withstand the huge force and retreated several steps.

Bali Yuanshan laughed loudly: "A bunch of idiots."

Before he could finish his words, he heard a "whoosh" sound and a wolf-whip swept towards his face.

Zhang Dashu took action!

This strange weapon confused Bali Yuanshan for a moment. He didn't dare to take it head-on, so he jumped back to avoid the wolf's whisk. The next moment, he suddenly jumped forward and swung his sword to cut the branches of the wolf's whisk.

"Ding Ding Ding!"

In a blink of an eye, several of the sword strikes were blocked by the metal branches, but one of them hit the bamboo branch. With a crisp sound, the wolf-whip was broken in half.

This frightened Zhang Dashu as it was the first time he encountered such a brave enemy.

"Fuck you, you're still acting so arrogant after a hundred coins?" Zhang Dashu waved the wolf-whip in his hand, and Bali Yuanshan also swung his knife and chopped. There was a series of clanging sounds, and most of the branches of the wolf-whip were cut off, turning it into a long pole. Only the metal part was still intact, and all the bamboo parts were gone.

He only had a thick stick in his hand, so he stopped trying to "interfere" with the opponent and swung it up to smash Baliyuanshan. But Baliyuanshan blocked it with his sword. With a crisp sound, Zhang Dashu was shocked and took a step back.

He actually lost after competing in strength! He actually lost! He actually lost!

Zhang Dashu was shocked. Ever since the True Lord descended upon the world and improved his food, he had grown stronger and had never lost a single battle of strength. This was the first time he had been overpowered by someone. He was shocked, angry, and annoyed. "Fuck him! One hundred strings of cash is amazing!"

Zhang Yong: "Everyone be careful, this money is not easy to make."

The spearmen stabbed desperately, and Baliyuanshan's personal soldiers also tried their best to block. Baliyuanshan stabbed left and right, forcing the Zhangjia Village Mandarin Duck Formation into a panic. At this time, another Mandarin Duck team rushed out from the side.

Bali Yuanshan was startled and thought to himself: I can't even deal with one battle formation, what will happen if another one comes?

He was just shouting that something was wrong when he suddenly heard another shout from the side. A group of his personal guards had returned and the savior had arrived.

Personal soldiers are different from scum soldiers.

When a scumbag soldier loses a battle, he will just run away, but the personal guards must save their master, because their lives and property depend on their master. If the master dies in battle, the personal guards will not be able to enjoy a good life when they return.

A large number of personal soldiers risked their lives to rescue, and the two small mandarin duck formations could not withstand it and retreated again and again.

Zhang Yong acted decisively and shouted, "Don't risk your life for a hundred strings of cash. Gather the nearby troops and deal with him."

He blew his bamboo whistle, and the captain of the Mandarin Duck Formation next to him also blew his bamboo whistle. When the unique whistle of the bandits sounded, the surrounding soldiers gathered here.

Bali Yuanshan was no fool, and he shouted, "The other side blew the whistle to frighten us, hurry up and run."

The guards shouted, "General, go first."

Baliyuanshan also quickly took off his helmet, took off everything he could, threw it on the ground, and then ran wildly to the west.

His personal guards followed behind him, protecting him as he ran all the way.

The Zhangjiacun team regrouped and waited for two reinforcements. They tried to give chase, but discovered that Bali Yuanshan was not only a skilled martial artist, but also a master of Qinggong. After taking off his armor, he ran so fast that in the blink of an eye he was dozens of meters away...

(End of this chapter)