Chapter 37 When Sheep Become Lions

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  "First row, fall back!"

  "Second row, up!"

  Zhang Zhun continued to shout orders.

  The first row of guards immediately drew out their bamboo spears and took a big step back.

  The bamboo spear was withdrawn, and fresh blood spurted out. Blood arrows flew about, and the ground was instantly covered with a bloody mess.

  Twenty bodies, like children's toys, lay crookedly and helplessly on the ground.

  Not even a scream had time to escape.

  Even the thugs behind him hadn't figured out what was going on yet.

  Even the black panther didn't have time to retract its words before they reached his mouth.

  "You two fools, look at how you're going to die today!"

  "You think you can go against Lord Senko? You must be dreaming!"

  "I thought you were quite capable..."

  He didn't finish his last sentence.

  Because of this, all twenty of his subordinates have fallen to the ground.

  On the side of the guards, no one was injured. They stood there tightly grasping their bamboo spears, their eyes cold and ferocious. Every bamboo spear was dripping with blood, drop by drop, string by string. The sound of the blood drops hitting the ground could be heard clearly. Some of the bamboo spears had cracked open due to the intense impact, and fresh blood seeped into the spears before slowly seeping out again, as if from an endless fountain of blood.

  The black leopard was stunned.

  Is it going to die just like this?

  Twenty people just died like this?

  He couldn't believe everything he saw before his eyes.

  The others beside Hei Bao also felt a chill run down their spines.

  Twenty companions of evil gods were all stabbed to death just like this?

  What's gotten into the people of Yangjia Village? They're just impoverished military dependents, aren't they? How can their bamboo spears possibly have such great killing power? And now they're even preparing to hang and burn them one by one?

  "Forward!"

  "Kill!"

  Before Hei Bao and others reacted, Zhang Zhun had already made another shot.

  The guards immediately leveled their bamboo spears and advanced steadily forward.

  The area below the willow tree is not very spacious, and after being hit, the black leopard's henchmen all gathered together, just in time for a strong push. As long as they are stabbed by bamboo spears, they will either die or be injured. Three thousand times of stabbing training every day is enough to make the bamboo spear achieve this point.

  Zhang Zhun was naturally at the forefront of the team.

  "Kill!"

  The black leopard also reacted and was furious.

  He has been in Fushan for so long and has never suffered such a great loss!

  In the past, any military household that dared to make trouble would be beaten by him until they were covered in blood and lay dead on the spot. Who was he afraid of? The poor military households in Yangjia Village, today, as if they had eaten leopard gallbladders, actually dared to resist. If this evil wind is not ruthlessly suppressed, what will happen in the future? If he can't deal with these poor military households, how will he survive in the future?

  Seeing Zhang Quan rush up, the black leopard swept his iron rod fiercely and rushed up as well. This iron rod of his was specially forged, weighing thirty or forty kilograms, with a length of seven feet. An ordinary person would be seriously injured if they were hit by it, even if they didn't die. In all these years of being arrogant on Fuyu Mountain, the black leopard still had some capital to his name; in one-on-one combat, there was basically no one who could be his match.

  Zhang's mouth corners revealed a hint of cold smile.

  Come on!

  I've been waiting for you for a long time!

  In Zhang Zhun's hand were still two three-pronged darts.

  Temporary forged wrought iron trident.

  Due to the poor craftsmanship, the surface of the triangular thorn is quite rough, and the handle is not smooth enough. Holding it in one's palm makes one feel uneasy. However, the rough surface of the triangular thorn also has its advantages - it allows everyone to grip it more tightly, even when stained with sweat and blood, the triangular thorn will not easily slip out of one's hand. With just a slight effort, one's spirit will be invigorated.

  "Ah!"

  The black leopard rushed in front of Zhang Zhun and hit him with a stick, fast and ruthless.

  Zhang Zhun dodged sideways.

  "Bang!"

  The iron rod smashed into the muddy ground, smashing out a huge mud pit.

  The black panther lifted the iron rod and swept it away.

  The iron rod was too long, with a large control range. With one sweep, it directly enveloped everything within two zhang around him. The guards were unable to cross the iron rod and had no choice but to stop in their tracks. Some people cleverly climbed over from the side of the mound.

  Zhang Zhun did not retreat but instead advanced forward with swift steps and instantly arrived in front of the black leopard.

  "Hah!"

  Three-edged sword in hand.

  The black leopard, after all, had rich combat experience and immediately sensed that something was off.

  The iron rod is too long and wants to be retracted, but it's already impossible.

  He had no choice but to throw away the iron rod, hastily retreating backwards, then snatching a waist knife from one of his subordinates and holding it up in front of himself. The waist knife chopped down, attempting to cut off the three-pronged spear.

  "Pffft!"

  Zhang Zhun's three-edged spear, accurately pierced the chest under his hand.

  "Hmm!"

  His subordinate subconsciously let out a low hum and his movements immediately froze.

  Zhang Zhun drew out the three-edged spear, and fresh blood spurted out. The corpse spun around half a circle and collapsed to the ground.

  The black leopard was shocked and hastily waved its waist knife, trying to cut off Zhang Zhun's wrist.

  "Right!"

  Zhang Zhun raised his left hand with three-pronged spear.

  The waist knife chopped on top of the three-edged thorn, splashing out dazzling flames.

  The three-edged spear looks ordinary, its quality is not good either. Its advantage lies in being thick and sturdy, able to withstand such a fierce collision. Unless Guan Yu were alive or Lü Bu reborn, it would be impossible to directly cut off the three-edged spear.

  The black leopard hastily sheathed its claws as it missed the first strike.

  "Hah!"

  Zhang Zhun's right hand three-pronged thorn, and then stabbed over.

  The black leopard hastily waved its knife and parried the three-pronged spear.

  "Then!"

  Another extremely crisp collision sound.

  The three-edged bayonet was indeed knocked open, and sparks flew everywhere.

  The black leopard let out a sigh of relief and quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

  It seems this strange weapon isn't completely unbeatable after all!

  "Hah!"

  However, before Black Panther could catch his breath, Zhang Zhun's three-edged spear arrived.

  The three-edged thorn is still quite obvious when viewed from the side, but it's more troublesome when viewed from the front.

  Looking from the front, three thorns are visible, and at the root it is just a small black dot.

  In a moment of carelessness, with an erroneous judgment, the three-edged spear arrived right in front of him.

  Passive!

  Too passive!

  This is the biggest feeling of Black Panther.

  The only function of a triangular thorn is to prick.

  Fierce and swift thrust!

  It's precisely this ferocious thrusting that makes Black Panther extremely uncomfortable.

  His intuition told him that this weapon was extremely terrifying, and if he were stabbed, the consequences would be unthinkable.

  Helpless, the black leopard had no choice but to continue retreating.

  At this time, the guards had a thorough fight with Black Panther's men.

  When the sheep that was expected to be slaughtered suddenly turned into a ferocious lion, the entire battlefield was completely chaotic. The original subordinates of Black Panther were only more than 60 people, and 20 had been stabbed just now, leaving only about 40. However, there were as many as 80 warriors in the guard team. Two against one, Black Panther's subordinates suddenly suffered a devastating blow.

  Zhang Zhun has always disliked winning with fewer people than necessary.

  Concentrate a superior force to destroy the enemy is the essence of Chairman Mao's military thought.

  Poor military households have nothing more than people, and they can use human wave tactics at any time.

  More than 80 guardsmen attacked over 40 thugs, each with a deep-seated hatred. Once on the battlefield, they couldn't help but fight to the death. The consequences were predictable. Fighting alone, they were tigers, lions, and fierce dragons. Fighting together, they were packs of wolves, bloodthirsty and ferocious. After a chaotic battle, Black Panther's thugs were reduced to less than 20 people.

  Several privates of the guard squad were still very strong in combat, and as the battle unfolded, the five of them charged to the front. Especially Zhang Yatie, who was like a madman, charging at an extremely fast speed, his trident had already killed four thugs in a row.

  Zhang Zhun always thought that Zhang Ya Tie, as a military officer, was definitely not suitable, too violent and impulsive. However, with his crazy energy, as long as he didn't die in battle, it was completely possible for him to be promoted to the rank of Ninth-Class Soldier. This kid, whether one-on-one or one-against-many, was a top-notch killer.

  If it weren't for the terrain of Liu Shu Gou, it wouldn't be suitable for a full encirclement. Otherwise, with just this many people, Hei Bao would have been finished long ago. There's gain and loss in everything, that's the natural law. But Zhang Zhun obviously didn't plan on letting any of Hei Bao's men escape. The guards who trained to the death every day were a pack of hungry wolves, once they caught their enemy, it was a fight to the finish.

  "Yang Zhiyuan, Hao Linyong, surround them according to plan!"

  Zhang Jun had the energy to issue orders while fighting with Hei Bao at the same time.

  Yang Zhiyuan and Hao Linyong were the two people he focused on cultivating. The biggest shortcoming of these two guys, which is also a common shortcoming of the guards, is that they like to rush forward by themselves, liking to fight fiercely, but understanding strategy and tactics relatively little. As it happens, their original task was to encircle from both sides of Liushuigou, cutting off the enemy's path, but as a result, the two became hot-headed and immediately got entangled with the enemy.

  Fortunately, Zou Mingjia and Yin Fengyi had already led their men to encircle the enemy from both wings. Li Jiaxi led his own troops down from the left bank of the willow tree ditch and clashed with the enemy. Yang Zixuan also led his own troops down from the right bank and joined the battlefield, cutting off the enemy into two segments in the middle, unable to support each other.

  The already chaotic Black Panther's subordinates found their retreat route cut off, and the enemy kept jumping down from both sides of the embankment, separating them. Their minds were even more panicked. They had never encountered such a situation before. Many people subconsciously sensed something was wrong and rushed to the back, wanting to find an opportunity to escape.

  "Halt!"

  "Damn it! Halt!"

  "Damn it! Get out of the way! What are you running for?"

  The black panther found that his subordinates were trying to escape, and he was furious, waving his waist knife, killing two of them on the spot, and blocking several others who tried to escape, waving his waist knife to threaten them back, finally stabilizing his team.

  However, his team had never undergone formal training and only relied on their instincts to fight. It was no problem to win a few easy victories, but once they were at a disadvantage, they lost the will to fight. Everyone was used to fighting alone, bullying the poor military households was still possible, now facing a regular trained guard team, where did they have the skill to win?

  The Guard's attack was like plunging a red-hot iron into butter, causing an unprecedented collapse. The enemy was like snow leopards in the sun, melting away instantly. Even Black Panther's personal bravery couldn't reverse the trend. He kept shouting loudly, but couldn't rally his troops.