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Everyone, including Chen Yu, stood up.

Some cavalrymen rushed towards their horses without saying a word. However, these horses were either not at all energetic, or they were stuck in the mud and refused to come out.

Now, if Qing Pizi charges forward, it's hard to say, their [-]-strong team will lose half of their strength, and the consequences will be disastrous.

Jill made a decisive decision: "Everyone doesn't need to ride a horse, they are arranged in a square formation, ready to meet the enemy."

Only then did the cavalry react, shouldering their bows and arrows, picking up their spears and sabers, and stood on the edge tremblingly, watching a large piece of green leather surround them.

The big group of Qingpizi were all riding on the horses, but they carried bags on both sides of the horses' backs. There was no water flowing out of the bags, as if they were cooling the horses from the heat.

And those green-skinned cavalrymen wore a green melon-skinned cap on their heads.

Chen Yu took a closer look and found that these hats were actually made of hollowed out watermelons. No wonder they dared to march in the field in such hot weather.

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh...

The Qingpizi let out bursts of unbridled and strange screams on horseback. When they were three to four hundred meters away from Chen Yu and the others, they suddenly parted to the two sides like a broken water, and were surrounded by the left and right wings.

Judging from their appearance, they wanted to eat up Chen Yu's ten thousand team.

Chen Yu roughly counted the number of their cavalry, there were about [-], and most of the women and children were behind them.

Those children were different. They were all carrying bows and arrows. They looked listless, and they must have been dazed by the sun.

After all, children's resistance is low. Even with watermelon peels on their heads and a few fruits hanging around their necks, it is still difficult for them to walk and they are not disciplined.

In front of the children, there was a man in his 30s. He should be the leader of the Boy Scouts, and he kept encouraging the children with a grunting tone.

With an order, the children weakly pulled up the five-stone weak bows in their hands, and then pointed the bows towards the sky.

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A round of sparse arrow rain flew into the air, covering Chen Yu's ten thousand team.

Chen Yu hurriedly said to Jill next to him: "Don't let them retreat, are they all going to be shot to death?"

"Patriarch Chen, don't worry, the arrows of these boy scouts are useless, you see."

As soon as Jill said this, the rain of arrows had already fallen from the sky in a parabolic posture, and it was still fifty or sixty steps away from Chen Yu's phalanx.

"Haha, ahahahaha."

The cavalry suddenly laughed, but the laughter was weak.

On the other hand, the boy scouts pulled up a second round of bows and arrows, preparing to launch a second round of attacks on Chen Yu, and quickly used them as training materials.

Jill was not polite this time, he directly ordered: "Cavalry battalion, attack."

"Commander, we don't even have horses, how can we attack!" a cavalry chief Ma Lu asked.

Jill blushed, and in order to save his face, he slapped him with his hands.

"Hey, didn't you see that there are boy scouts on the opposite side? We can kill them by running over."

After saying this, Jill drew out his silver moon scimitar and took the lead in charging.

For a moment, the morale of the Moon Clan cavalry was mobilized, each of them picked up their spears, and rushed towards the group of children screaming.

The roar was loud and murderous.

Seeing that they were less than 100 meters away from the group of boy scouts, there was a loud cry from the boy scout camp.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, I want my mother, I want my mother."

Chen Yu's troops, who were planning to kill the Quartet, stopped immediately. What the hell, these little kids are not taller than the back of a horse. Isn't it a little inappropriate for them to do this?

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Everyone started to die down, only Jill was still holding the silver moon scimitar, and he charged forward screaming.

Unexpectedly, he couldn't hear footsteps behind him. When Jill looked back, his nose became angry.

"Hey, why are you still standing there, follow me!"

The cavalrymen looked at each other and lowered their heads. No one answered his words, and no one continued to charge with the others.

At this time, the green-skinned cavalry on both wings reacted. They were afraid that if the cavalry rushed into the boy scout group, their next generation would be finished.

"Give it to me, don't let Bai Pizi rush into the archer camp, otherwise, the consequences will be disastrous."

A cavalry general shouted immediately.

Looking down from an aerial perspective, a large pile of blue waves spread towards the Moon Clan people in the middle, like a big water flowing into a ditch.

"Everyone, don't panic, form a phalanx, and you must not be confused." Jill said loudly, and took out a scimitar, staring vigilantly at the green leather cavalry slowly closing in.

However, looking back, his cavalry had fled to the back one after another, leaving him alone in the center.

"Hey! Wait for me."

Under the balance, Jill also became a deserter with no spine.

Seeing that the general situation was over, Chen Yu felt that it was necessary to use the trick of catching the thief first and capturing the king first. He swept his consciousness around, and a middle-aged man with an extraordinary bearing was sitting on the back of a horse, pointing at the battlefield with a whip Point, raised his neck from time to time, let out a burst of violent laughter.

Chen Yu narrowed his eyes.

"You are the one."

He didn't talk nonsense. After a few shifts, he passed the cavalry all over the sky and landed on the back of this horse. With a stretch of his right hand, Chen Yu's silver moon scimitar was on this guy's neck.

"Quickly, tell them to stop attacking, otherwise, I will kill your patriarch." Chen Yu said to several generals around him with thick breaths.

The generals looked confused, and one of the middle-aged people suddenly said: "Boy, you shouldn't be from the Moon Clan, are you?"

Chen Yu was taken aback: "How the hell do you know?"

"Hahahahaha..." The middle-aged man let out a wild laugh, and then replied: "If you are a member of the Moon Clan, how could you treat my lieutenant as me?"

As soon as Chen Yu heard this, he knew that something was going to happen. After a long time, this middle-aged man was the real patriarch!

But now that it was difficult to get off the horse, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and said, "Hmph, so what if he's not the patriarch? Could it be that you will just watch your lieutenant general be killed by me?"

After Chen Yu finished speaking, the scimitar in his hand pressed three points tightly against the man's neck.

"Do you want to hear the truth?" The middle-aged man smiled.