Murong Sheng's eyes were full of excitement as he watched the cavalrymen from his side swarming forward like a tide. Although many people were still standing still fighting for the armor, and they even started fighting over each other.
But more people rushed towards the small group of Jin troops in front.
Especially those who rushed from behind hated the rider for not having four more legs. Some of the impatient ones simply ran to the river, even though the most basic military principles were
It is a principle to stay out of the woods and stay out of the water, but at this moment, they have forgotten this principle.
There was only one thought in everyone's mind: "Rush over, kill these Jin troops, and rob them of their good equipment! Then rush into Dongjiawu in one go and steal money, food, and women!"
Murong Rou laughed loudly: "Rush faster, General Sheng, let's go up too."
He said to stand, and as soon as he picked up the reins of the horse, he would lead his bodyguard forward.
Murong Sheng frowned, pulled him back, and said in a deep voice: "Don't worry, let's take a look at it later, and then we'll talk about it. We are the commanders, do we want to compete with our subordinates for credit?"
Murong Rou was stunned for a moment, then she heard Murong Sheng's low voice: "If the enemy's reinforcements arrive, it will be easier for us to evacuate behind them. Uncle, you have fought so many battles with me, why can't you ever stop?"
Do you know that you have to leave a way out for yourself?"
Suddenly a cold and stern voice came from the river: "You still know the way back, I'm afraid it's too late!"
Murong Rou's expression changed greatly, and she turned to look at the source of the sound. She saw more than two hundred people suddenly and quietly emerged from the small river on one side. They had reed pipes in their mouths, and they had nothing but calf noses on their bodies.
There is no trace of hair outside the pants, but everyone is holding a two-handed sword in their hands. Everyone's face and body are covered with colorful tattoos. Most people have a tattoo on their chest or left shoulder.
A tiger with a clear white forehead, baring its fangs and claws, is about to pounce.
The leading man was more than eight feet tall, with a body as thick as steel. As he took firm and powerful steps step by step, the lines of his muscles floated, showing the ultimate masculine beauty of a man. The big knife in his hand,
Compared with the ones in other people's hands, it appears to be heavier and sharper, but it can be carried in the right hand with one hand, like a child's toy. On the wrist of the left hand, there is a fine steel chain wrapped around it, a short one about two feet long.
The blade is held in his left hand. There are two large and small swords, one long and one short, but both exude frightening murderous intent. The two pools of green blood left in the blood tank due to countless killings are like the eyes of the god of death.
Bright and bright.
Murong Sheng's body began to tremble, because he recognized this man. He had seen this man who looked like a god in Chang'an, and from the first time he saw the small group of Beifu troops, the biggest fear deep in his heart was also
At this moment, it finally became a reality, and he shouted from his mouth: "Liu, Liu Yu, Liu, Liu Jinu!"
Liu Yu suddenly grinned and spat out the half-empty reed pipe he was holding in his mouth. It was what the two hundred athletes used to breathe when they were hiding in the water. Now they finally no longer need it after landing. His voice
It sounded calmly, revealing a calmness and contempt for the enemy: "Murong Sheng, your aunt asked me to say hello to you!"
Following Liu Yu's words, more than 200 tiger-like warriors behind him roared and launched an attack on the Xiyan cavalry. The more than 200 Xiyan cavalry running by the river realized that something was wrong.
, turned around and wanted to fight, but the soil by the river was wet and muddy. It had been trampled back and forth by hundreds of cavalry, and it had long been like a mud pit. No matter how hard the knights on the horses tried to control the horses, they could only spin back and forth, and there was no time to turn to the column.
The formation was so close that many people did not even have time to draw out their scimitars and swords for close combat, or turn their machetes, maces, etc. that were pointed forward to attack the enemies on the side, and they were thrown into the hands of the Beifu warriors running out of the river.
They got closer.
Massacre, one-sided massacre, the speed, impact, and maneuverability of the cavalry are completely useless in this terrain. Within the area of Leyu, there are about 1,500 Xiyan cavalry crowded, almost people are crowded, horses are against horses.
, not only was it impossible to meet the enemy, it was even impossible to retreat to open up space. Many of the people crowded behind did not even know what was happening. They could only hear the sound of screaming and neighing from the direction of the river bank.
The blade penetrated the body, and the terrifying sound of being torn apart, along with the Jin army soldiers' loud shouts of killing, shook their eardrums and destroyed their fighting spirit.
At the third line of defense, Xiang Jing charged forward. He held a two-handed sword in his hand and was naked from the waist up. Behind him, followed by Sun Chu, a little man who was more than a head shorter than him. His sword kept moving.
He was beheading the rider on the opponent's horse, while Sun Chu was bending down, specifically slashing at the horse's legs and the human legs on the saddle. The two of them didn't even stop. The weapons of the Xiyan cavalry who hurriedly attacked could not even keep up with them.
When the swords in the hands met, the man was cut off and the horse was broken.
Behind them, more than a hundred soldiers from the Beifu Army who had initially lured the enemy were now divided into small teams of three or two, and launched an all-out assault and massacre. The Xiyan cavalrymen who originally wanted to rush in to pick up their equipment, almost only
In one confrontation, forty or fifty riders were knocked down. Others wanted to retreat and fire arrows, but they were squeezed by their companions behind and had nowhere to retreat, and there was not even much room to wave their weapons.
But while he was roaring like this, he was trying his best to get into the crowd. When he felt that he was being blocked, he jumped off the horse and pulled down Murong Rou who was following him.
Murong Rou was surprised and said: "Eldest nephew, what are you doing, you don't even want the horse anymore?"
Murong Sheng pointed to the rear. Yu Qiujin had already led more than fifty Beifu Army soldiers to block the Xiyan Army's retreat, while Liu Daorui led more than thirty people to kill the more than twenty soldiers who were standing in front of the sacred forest.
The Xiyan cavalry and the captured women saw the hope of survival, and screamed and cried to cheer for these Jin troops. Even the top of Dongjiawu city sounded thunderous cheers.
The suspension bridge began to be lowered, and the gate of the village was opened. Hundreds of villagers poured out, wielding swords, spears, and even pitchforks. Now they all saw clearly the outcome of the battle, and began to come out to help in the battle!
Murong Sheng gritted his teeth and said, "We have fallen into a trap. We are all going to stay here. While they can resist for a while, we quickly pretend to be dead on the ground. When they chase our defeated soldiers, we can then find a way to escape along the river.
