Back Off, Let Me Come

Chu Jie looked at Su Shiyilu in surprise.

If it were a few years ago, he would never have dreamed that the words "write it off" would come out of the mouth of the old man Su Shiyilu - how arrogant is Su Shiyilu? Relying on his own talent, he regards the human ethics that the world values ​​as a bunch of bullshit, and what he tramples on is the rules! Let such an arrogant and conceited person take the initiative to open his mouth and admit defeat?

Hehe, Chu Jie felt that the possibility of him beating Su Shiyilu to death was much greater than making the other party admit defeat sincerely.

Seeing that Chu Jie did not respond immediately, Su Shiyilu quickly frowned and said, "Why, the general doesn't want to?"

Chu Jie spun the knife with one hand, and the blade brought by the air blade swept past Su Shiyilu's temples. He bent his elbow and used the metal scales to wipe the blade, creating sparks. The moment the sparks flew, the muscles in his arm suddenly tensed up, and the hundred-foot-long knife shadow slashed at the pretentious enemy without any warning.

"Okay, considering our long-term friendship, I'll give you a buy one get two free deal this time, so all three heads are yours."

Chu Jie took the job with a smile.

Su Shiyilu lowered his head. He could write this on his tombstone.

The knife shadow broke through the air, with fierce momentum, and the sharpness of this attack could make people tremble. Unexpectedly, several people in the sky did not dodge or avoid, allowing the knife shadow to kill them. They really did not need to hide, because this attack had no lethality at this moment!

It seemed to split the sky and the earth, but after getting close, there was only a pleasant breeze blowing the red tassels of the hair. This was the hard rule of the "Sand Table Battlefield", which restricted both the enemy and us. The enemy could not sneak attack Chu Jie's troops before the game started, and Chu Jie's sword could not hurt them.

However, it is enough for provocation.

The leading enemy general was finally willing to spare some attention to Chu Jie, but he just looked away with contempt, looking down at Su Shiyilu with a sullen face, and said regretfully: "General, why do you have to go down this path to the end? Everything that Kangguo did to Shiwu is a blood debt. If you are unwilling to rebel against Shen Youli today, Shiwu will be exploited by Kangguo in the future, and there will be no recovery by then."

Su Shiyilu sneered: "Stupid thing, who are you looking down on?"

There may not have been a response in the early years.

After so many years, even the most insensitive people should have discovered that Kangguo was secretly cutting off the source of their income. The Shiwu nobles were slave owners, and Kangguo had been using various policies to attract the outflow of the lower-class slaves from the Shiwu. The former slave owners either died in the war or were "reformed" afterwards. Only the old nobles who surrendered could preserve some of their interests and be honored and incorporated into the local government of Wuzhou.

Is this Kangguo’s compromise?

No, this is just a delaying tactic like cutting meat with a blunt knife.

In name, the Shiwu no longer had slaves. The lower-class common people only had the status of Kangguo. They did not belong to the old nobles, let alone their property. The slaves applauded. The descendants of the slaves joined the Zhechongfu with the resources provided by Kangguo, and were equal to the descendants of the old nobles, or even suppressed the latter. Think about it, what did the old nobles do before, and these slaves really not seek revenge?

Haha, of course I’m afraid.

Trembling with fear, unable to sleep at night.

Even Su Shiyilu was afraid, and the old nobles of Shiwu were ready to take advantage of the collapse of Kangguo to become independent. To put it bluntly, Shiwu and Kangguo were not on the same page. Su Shiyilu could not be on the same page with Shen Youli either.

But, everything is afraid of comparison.

Following Shen Youli would result in being drained of one's blood and bones, but at least one still has a life, and the population growth of Wuzhou in recent years has exceeded the highest in the past few hundred years. Su Shiyilu has seen all of this, and even some diehards have quietly changed their minds - even if they want to rebel against Kangguo, they cannot do so now, and they must wait thirty to fifty years, and use Kangguo's blood and essence to restore the vitality of the Ten Wus, and then talk about what happens next.

Chu Jie reminded him faintly: "Don't affect morale."

Su Shiyilu's attitude will affect the morale of the Wuzhou army soldiers.

"Do I need you to remind me of this?"

Su Shiyilu rolled his eyes in his heart.

The enemy general seemed to be very interested in Su Shiyilu. He was not completely furious when he was called a "stupid thing" and was willing to give Su Shiyilu a chance: "As long as the general is willing, the position of Chehou will be in your pocket, and Shiwu can hold the national seal and establish his own country."

The promise is quite tempting.

It is also the most powerful bargaining chip that can impress Su Shiyilu.

Whether it is the Ten Crows or the Northern Desert, other ethnic minorities have been wandering in barren lands for more than a thousand years. They have always been ethnic minorities rather than countries. The fundamental reason is that they do not have national seals and have always been excluded by other countries.

If it were the Su Shiyilu of the past, he would have agreed immediately.

After many years of further study, I am now completely different from before.

"…Hmph, do you really think I'm a three-year-old kid? What do the Central Region noble families believe in? There are no poor families in the upper class, and no noble families in the lower class? Even my own people can only get the lower class, let alone those who are not of my race? If I really believe your lies, I'd be a fool."

To be honest, Kangguo has been the country with the best attitude towards foreigners in the past thousand years. Kangguo is still willing to waste time playing the game of cutting off the source of the trouble, while other countries don't even want to pay attention to Shiwu. When they are short of experience, they will remember that there are a few foreign experience packs living next door, and come to brush them for fun.

The attitude towards foreigners in the Central Continent will only get worse.

As he spoke, he raised his hand and a ball of martial energy flew out from his sleeves.

This ball of martial energy stopped in mid-air.

Chu Jie strode forward, and a phantom golden dragon shadow burst out from his palm, and the dragon shadow flew into the martial energy. The moment the two merged, the time of the "sand table battlefield" seemed to be forcibly paused, and a cold reminder from neither man nor woman rang in everyone's ears.

[The battlefield has been organized, and both sides are ready. ]

[Countdown——]

【ten!】

【Nine!】

【eight!】

As the countdown began, the paused time in this illusory space began to flow again. The leading enemy general stroked the pattern of the hilt, his eyes locked on Chu Jie below. Su Shiyilu raised his hand and transformed it into a strangely shaped, iron-gray tool. It was not the usual bone hammer, but a long cone-shaped thing - a four-sided armor-piercing cone! The gun body was composed of dozens of intertwined and coiled dragons.

Chu Jie glanced at him from the corner of his eye.

This thing is used to break through heavy armor. Looking at its special shape, Chu Jie can tell who Su Shiyilu is targeting with just a little thought: "Do you know how to dance?"

Su Shiyilu grinned and sneered.

"Won't you know if you try it later?"

With one blow, all of Chu Jie's brains were brought out!

【three!】

【two!】

【one!】

At the moment the countdown ended, Kang Shi used two [Five Virtues of a General] to tighten the Black Tortoise Formation internally and expose a thick barrier externally. Chu Jie soared into the sky like an arrow from a bow, and the leading enemy general also rushed down at the same time. The moment the two martial energies collided, the thick fog covering the sky and the sun was shaken off the surroundings of the valley, like a lotus in full bloom. The enemy general angrily said: "You are looking for death if you overestimate your own abilities!"

The moment the five-colored light penetrated into Su Shiyilu's body, he also threw a gun following Chu Jie. As soon as this special armor-piercing spear left his hand, the dragon on the spear body came to life and separated smoothly in mid-air.

The sharp and piercing dragon roar makes people feel dazed.

The martial energy was like a bull entering a sea of ​​mud, slowing down visibly.

The dragon's lance is still as sharp as ever.

No matter how heavy the armor is, once the opponent breaks through the defense, it will penetrate the armor and the flesh, and the blood will flow out like a spring! Su Shiyilu's shot was still aimed at the enemy's forehead! Well, before fighting Chu Jie, practice with the enemy first.

"Die, you old bastard!"

Ever since the enemy leader started talking about his sister and even openly said the four words "revenge for the murder of my son", Su Shiyilu had only one thought in his mind - none of these people can be left alive!

On the battlefield directly below, the morale cloud above the warriors' heads turned into a phantom of a black tortoise, with a back as heavy as a mountain and limbs made of copper and iron, standing tall. Under the back of the tortoise, more than a thousand archers were drawing their bows and drawing their arrows, ready to go. A dense buzzing sound exploded in my ears, and a dense rain of arrows roared like a ferocious beast, gushing continuously in all directions of the valley. The head of the black tortoise poked out, and a heart-pounding roar came out of its mouth.

The enemy scribe on the transformed sandbox battlefield was slightly surprised.

I didn't expect Kangguo's soldiers to react so quickly. Judging from their formation and attack, they didn't even panic. It seemed that they had learned about his scholar's way in advance and came prepared. Little did they know that this was the first time Kangguo had faced him.

Wu Zu's reaction was so calm simply because he had seen it too much.

The public is keen on the "sand table battlefield", so how can there be less enthusiasm in military camps?

There are various exercises held every year in various Zhechoufu. If they win, it is of course a great pleasure, but if they lose, there will be all kinds of review and analysis.

This time, he is just changing from a spectator to a pawn in the game.

What's there to be nervous about?

Not only are they not panicking, but because of the special starting rules of the "Sand Table Battlefield", they don't have to worry about enemy sneak attacks. They can calm down and adjust their formations during the opening interval to ensure high morale.

"What Xuanwu formation? It's nothing but a coward."

Looking at the almost airtight military formation below, a trace of ruthlessness flashed in the eyes of the enemy scholar. He quickly made hand gestures with one hand and chanted the words of the spirit. As the words of the spirit poured out, countless light and long threads like dragon beard butter appeared under his body, extending all the way to the eight directions in the sky above the battlefield. These long threads gathered in the eight directions to form ten-foot stone pillars, with bird and animal totems of different styles hanging on the pillars.

"Form a formation and behead!"

A gust of wind blew from somewhere, and long threads of stone pillars spread towards the battlefield below, but they were not aimed at the Kangguo troops, but at the central allied troops who were surrounding and shrinking the front line from all sides of the valley.

These filaments are even lighter than spider silk.

But when it falls on a person, it can turn into indestructible puppet thread.

Scholars can use these threads to let the soldiers hear their commands, minimizing the errors in command and dispatch. Kang Shi guessed the function of these threads at a glance, and said with a smack of his tongue: "...This also needs to be captured alive, so Luan Gongyi will owe you two favors."

I guess Qin Li would also be interested.

Qin Li's [Cloudy Sky and Fog] can use the fog to interfere with the enemy's vision and command his own troops, but the main action still depends on the soldiers themselves, which is a great test of the cooperation between the scholar and the soldiers. These puppet filaments seem to be different, even this step is saved. With such a good ability on the battlefield, Kang Shi boldly guessed that even if the owner of this scholar's way is not perfect, he will soon...

He is not in a hurry yet.

Su Shiyilu roared: "Kang Jishou——"

Such a huge tiger-head guillotine fell from the sky, and you are not in a hurry?

I saw a group of enemy soldiers coming from the direction of the head of the black tortoise. The formation burst into dazzling brilliance, and the cloud of morale instantly melted into a majestic tiger-head guillotine, which fell exactly at the head of the black tortoise formation. Su Shiyilu bent his fingers, and one of the dragons in the armor-piercing cone spear turned at a right angle in half an hour, and with a ding, it hit the tiger-head guillotine blade with the tiger pattern. The tiger shadow screamed in pain.

Kang Shi didn't even raise his eyelids.

He said lightly: "I'm afraid of nothing!"

Not to mention that the variants of the Xuanwu formation are all covered with thick scales, even if this tiger-headed guillotine can use the force of falling to split mountains and cut off seas, Kang Shi can still choose to hide. If you don't hide when you should, what's the point of being a turtle? Su Shiyilu's attack did not ease the downward trend of the tiger-headed guillotine, and even failed to deflect it a little bit. It just fell straight down and hit the ground, raising dozens of feet of smoke and dust.

The yellow sand rolled up into the sky, like a thick wall, wrapping up the tiger-headed guillotine. The signal flag changed, and the head of the black tortoise formation became the tail of the turtle. The four pillars were divided into four, and each of them turned into a gate knife that strangled inwards, turning slowly and laboriously.

If the enemy approaches a certain distance, they will be pulled in. Once they are trapped between the two cylindrical blades, they will be dragged in and crushed into a pulp. Kang Shi has done experiments and found that even if a city wall is bitten by the blades, it will be crushed into gravel powder bit by bit. Unless there is something sharper than the blades, or brute force is used to break the tightly bitten blades, it is difficult to break through.

What a pity, it’s still a little too little.

If there were countless sword pillars like this surrounding the entire battlefield, and if they were controlled to move, wouldn't it be possible to strangle anyone you wanted?

The enemy scholar glanced coldly at the entire Xuanwu formation.

With a thought in mind, he issued an order: "Break his spine!"

Then he ordered the cavalry near the limbs of Xuanwu to turn around, bypass, and charge inward to kill the "turtle legs". The Xuanwu formation was modeled after a turtle. When the formation was formed, the morale turned into a turtle shell and enveloped the entire army. The weaknesses were the head, tail, and limbs. The lower body was relatively unstable and the movement speed was slow. It was one of the military formations with a much greater defensive effect than offensive. This Xuanwu formation was quite interesting.

The limbs turned into strange cylindrical blades, and the blades turned into a wall to block the attack. It can attack or defend, leaving only the head and tail exposed as a breakthrough point. However, the enemy scribe thought so.

It seemed as if an invisible chain was pulling the tiger-headed guillotine that had been eating several feet into the ground upwards: "I want to see how thick this tortoise shell is!"

Smash it, and smash the turtle shell into pieces!

At the same time, Chu Jie had been fighting with three enemy generals at a height of 100 feet. Originally, there was only one, but Chu Jie promised to buy one and get three free, so he naturally couldn't let the other two attack Su Shiyilu. If Su Shiyilu died, who would sign for it?

Even if someone wanted to take time out to deal with Su Shiyilu, Chu Jie would use his clever strength to suck the opponent back, truly reaching the realm of combining hardness and softness. When he was hard, he was like shaking a mountain, and when he was soft, he could absorb hundreds of rivers. Su Shiyilu even gave Chu Jie a thumbs up for this.

"Good brother, you are so loyal!"

After saying that, Chu Jie was hit across most of the battlefield, sparks flew, and the temperature from the friction between the armor and the air almost roasted him. Chu Jie steadied himself in mid-air, shook his numb wrist to relieve the tear in his palm, but he was calm.

"Don't disgust me."

What brother? What righteousness?

In business, it's a matter of payment and goods, don't talk about feelings.

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