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Chapter 580 Roadblock

The sound of horse hooves drowned out the sound of the wind.

The well-trained elite cavalry showed a rare panic. The master's thoughts affected the mounts, and the horses retreated a few steps randomly, causing a burst of uneasy neighing.

Zhao Yushu casually turned the spear in his hand twice. Not far away was a gray-robed monk who had his weapon taken away without him even seeing what was happening, and was easily knocked away by the opponent.

The monk tried hard to support his thin body and crawled towards the main camp. It was strange. From a distance, the other party seemed to be in the third level like him. Why was the gap so big?

Zhao Yushu did not feel ashamed at all for hiding his strength and playing the pig to eat the tiger, and he even enjoyed it.

What a joke! Two inner-scene people came from Tubo, and now I am acting too strong. I have provoked them directly. Even if I open fire with all my strength and Avalon gives me enough face and I am extremely lucky, I can only kill one of them at most, and we will die together.

It is better to appear a little bit weaker, so that the other party will have the illusion that they can defeat you with a little more effort, and then keep trying and failing, and by the time they can no longer bear it, it will be too late.

Zhao Yushu stuck his spear into the ground, pointed a finger at the cavalry, then the second, the third, until both hands were stretched out.

"Is there anyone who can speak Chinese?"

A Tibetan cavalryman rode forward a few steps in confusion and shouted in stiff Chinese: "Even if you are a cultivator, with only the third level of heaven, you can't stop us Tibetan warriors. If you don't want to die, get out of here!"

Zhao Yushu nodded: "I want to fight ten!"

The Tibetan knight who understood Chinese was stunned for a moment before he understood what Zhao Yushu said, and then he wanted to curse.

You are a monk of the third heaven, and you stand still and let us kill you. It would take dozens of knights to charge at us together. You said you would only fight ten of us. Isn't that cheating?

Arrows rained down on Zhao Yushu like rain.

Since it has been confirmed that he is the enemy, who would waste so much time talking to you? You, a mere third level person, really think you are a piece of cake.

Zhao Yushu drew his spear and began to wield it. Although he had never learned how to wield a long weapon, his hand speed was fast enough and his spiritual power was strong enough, so he wielded the spear in an impenetrable manner, and managed to use up two or three rounds of arrows from at least a hundred cavalrymen on the other side.

The cavalrymen looked at each other in bewilderment. Their mission was to hold on to the defeated army of about a thousand men, and then drag them until the following large force caught up, and then join forces to strangle them. How could they be held back by such an incomprehensible madman?

They had considered the possibility that the Tang army would send monks to guard the rear, so they also sent two monks to accompany them. However, the immortal from the third heaven was defeated in the first encounter, so...

Almost at the same time, more than a hundred cavalrymen subconsciously looked at a fourth-level cultivator at the rear of the team.

The monk swallowed his saliva. Logically speaking, he should not be afraid of a monk from the third level of the sky, especially with so many elite knights supporting him. This one was a sure win and could only be considered a small episode on the pursuit.

However, others did not know, but he knew clearly how the turbaned man in front of him knocked his companion away. He did not see anything at all!

The other party must be a disciple of a famous sect in the Central Plains, or an experienced killer in the Tang army.

When the time comes, the cultivator has to fight even if he doesn't want to. After all, I am one level higher than him. If the other party is good at skills, then I will crush him with pure spiritual power!

The monk took a long sword from the knight next to him, spurred his horse and began to slowly speed up.

The sound of horse hooves became heavier and heavier, and the speed became faster and faster. The long sword reflected the sunlight, drawing a deadly arc.

The knights stared in amazement as the long sword fell gracefully from the sky, and the lonely warhorse circled in place, somewhat at a loss.

The monk fell to the ground, screaming, holding his broken right arm.

What just happened?

Zhao Yushu thrust his spear back into the ground, kicked the monk away, and roared, "Who else?"

The eyes of the Tibetan knights turned cold. In the eyes of the Tibetans, they only injured but did not kill. In their eyes, this was not benevolence and righteousness, but cowardice and even contempt.

I don't even bother to take your life.

This kind of contempt is more painful than killing them.

But for Zhao Yushu, he never thought about so many twists and turns. His idea was very simple. It would be satisfying to kill anyone who came, but what if they killed everyone to death and no one went back to report?

Moreover, he learned a very insidious trick from the novels in his previous life: during ancient wars, wounded soldiers were more troublesome than corpses.

Saving one person would waste at least two people and a large amount of supplies, and if he didn't save them, the morale would drop rapidly. His goal was to weaken the combat effectiveness of the Tubo army in Songzhou City as much as possible, not simply to vent his anger.

"Array up!"

The leading Tibetan general howled. Although Zhao Yushu didn't understand what he was saying, he could clearly see the knights quickly formed into two teams.

"kill!"

Two rows of long swords, one on the left and one on the right, rolled towards him like two sickle centipedes.

The smoke and dust rolled up, and the sword shone like frost.

The sound of metal clashing rang out in an instant, as if all the knives were hitting the opponent at the same time.

This is impossible. No matter how fast a warhorse is, it will take time. The maximum number of times two swords can chop it at the same time is already the limit.

But there are people who are faster than war horses.

Zhao Yushu looked at the spear in his hand with the tip broken and threw it to the ground, with some sweat on his forehead.

The equipment of these knights was surprisingly good. It was nothing to hit them with the iron spears once or twice, but hitting them dozens of times in a row actually made his hands numb. If it were really a monk from the third heaven, such a charge would be enough to cut the monk into meat paste.

Behind him, densely packed knights were lying on the ground. Nearly a hundred cavalrymen were knocked off their horses in a row in just a few breaths.

They were wearing heavy armor. Those who were lucky only suffered broken bones and internal injuries, while those who were unlucky would be stepped on and killed by their companions behind them after falling to the ground.

"Is the one who can speak Chinese dead?"

There were still nearly fifty cavalrymen left who had not yet charged. According to convention, they were responsible for chasing down the defeated army and expanding the victory after the first team completed the charge. However, these Tibetan warriors were so frightened by this scene that they wanted to turn around and flee for the first time.

"I, I am."

The temporary translator is very lucky and can still ride on the horse.

"Take these people back, dead or alive, and tell Ye Ruruben to get out of Songzhou City immediately, otherwise."

Zhao Yushu lowered his head and picked up the broken spear he had thrown away, and broke it into two pieces.

"There is such a spear."

There is a mountain outside Songzhou City. It is green and lush, and you can overlook Songzhou City directly, which is very suitable for Tibetans.

But there will be no reconnaissance here, because it is impossible for a large number of troops to travel long distances in the mountains where there are no mountain roads.

But it’s a different story for a group of people with great martial arts skills.

Gao Xu stood on the top of a giant tree, looking at Songzhou filled with black smoke. He turned his head to look at Doji who was looking around with a humiliated look below him. He sneered, turned over and fell down.