In just this moment, Zhang Zhi, as an excellent officer, had quickly completed the assessment and judgment of the nearby battlefield: his own shooting killed about half of the enemy's armored cavalry, which was less than twenty.
The remaining twenty or so enemy cavalry, all armored cavalry, were now in massacre mode. Including themselves, the infantry who had no crossbows, although they were armored, had neither shields nor long weapons.
He is like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered in front of the armored cavalry galloping back and forth. To escape is to die, and to fight is to be afraid of death!
Suddenly, an idea flashed in Zhang Zhi's mind, because he saw a long branch falling to the ground. It was the same branch that Yao Niu'er had just swung away with his knife. It was falling less than five steps away from him. As long as the long branch fell,
With the gun in hand, you will have the power to fight against the enemy cavalry. At least, you will no longer be massacred one-sidedly!
Zhang Zhi became energetic all of a sudden. He rolled on the ground and rushed to where the long pole fell. He picked up the long pole and jumped up. This was the first time he used a horse pole, and he didn't use it too much than usual.
Compared with the walking stick, the horse stick in my hand is undoubtedly much heavier. Even with this five-meter long stick in my hand, it is not easy to balance the front and rear centers of gravity.
Another guard on the side, Lin Guoen, ran over. He looked at the shaky horse in Zhang Zhi's hand and opened his eyes wide: "Brother Afu, what are you..."
Zhang Zhi said in a deep voice: "Guoen, come here, help me hold this horse's twig, I can't control it alone."
Lin Guoen suddenly realized, sheathed the knife in his hand, and held the handle with Zhang Zhi with both hands. With the combined efforts of the two of them, the horse branch could finally be leveled. Zhang Zhi curled up the corner of his mouth: "Grandma,
Only two of us can lift it, how can these stupid Xianbei cavalry be able to do it with one hand?"
Lin Guoen shook his head: "I don't think they are one-handed, but charge with their arms under their arms. Actually, brother Afu, I think if they want to use our crossbows, they can't use them well.
I don’t believe they can use one hand like you..."
Zhang Zhi interrupted Lin Guoen's continued words, because he knew that this guy was a talker and had no time to discuss these tactical issues now. He said in a deep voice: "Guoen, please hold it forward a little, and the two of us will control a stick."
Ma Shan, go stab those enemy cavalry. Even if you can't knock them down at once, at least when we fight with them, our other brothers will have the opportunity to go up and kill them at close range."
Lin Guoen suddenly understood: "Okay, I listen to you, brother Afu, there is one on the right..."
Before he finished speaking, he saw about ten steps to the right, an armored cavalry swept across with a spear, knocking away two Jin army sergeants who wanted to rush up and kill him. Blood flowed all over the ground, and the two sergeants were thrown away.
The figure flew backwards, like a kite with its string broken, and died in a miserable state.
Zhang Zhi's eyes widened with anger, he turned the tip of his spear, roared, and ran out with Lin Guoen at the same pace, just like the steps he took during countless exercises, winding, and shooting crossbows. Years of living and dying together, early
The two people had the same idea, and even the steps were exactly the same. This five-meter-long cavalry spear stabbed clearly at the Yan Army cavalry who had just killed two Jin Army crossbowmen.
This armored cavalry has charged back and forth three or four times, and the tip of his spear has already been stained with blood red. It can be seen that he has killed many Jin soldiers. He just swept away two Jin soldiers and was proudly holding them back.
The horses were reined in, the horses were laughing wildly, and a kind of domineering attitude arose spontaneously. After all, charging at the enemy with only light weapons and short-hand soldiers in this way was no different from stabbing a wooden target during normal training.
However, a killing intent combined with a strong wind struck from the left. The Yan Junjiaqi also quickly sensed the threat. He turned his head and saw a bright long spear stabbing towards him.
It was less than five steps to his right.
Yan Junjia took a breath of air, quickly waved the horse pole in his hand, and swung to the right to use the horse pole that was stabbing him.
Only a "bang" sound was heard, the two poles intersected, and the poles smashed together hard. Yan Junjiaqi felt a huge force coming from the pole, and the pole in his hand swung upwards, while the opposite
The spear that stabbed him also hit the ground.
Zhang Zhi and Lin Guoen also had the same feeling. A strong force smashed the thorn down, and the tip of the spear sank and fell to the ground. The spear that was originally intended to stab the knight was dragged to the ground.
Zhang Zhi suddenly had an idea in his mind and shouted: "Sweep his legs!"
Lin Guoen also reacted instantly, because the power controlled by Zhang Zhi from behind had obviously turned into a horizontal force. He increased his strength, and two extremely powerful crossbowmen controlled the horse spear.
A sideways sweep hit the right hind leg of the war horse.
The sharp blade, like a knife blade, cruelly cut open the horse's leg. The poor horse's right rear calf was immediately separated from the thigh, and blood flowed profusely. Accompanied by its sad neigh, it was...
Unable to stand any longer, he tilted his body and fell to the ground. At the same time, he also pushed the Yan Army cavalry on their horses to the ground...
This unlucky Yan Army armored cavalry originally wanted to use the power of this swing to hit Zhang Zhi and Lin Guoen downwards. This is similar to the pecking technique in Gofa, and it is also a basic technique of Ma Shan.
But he didn't expect that the opponent would actually destroy the horse's legs with one move.
His body immediately lost balance and was thrown out. The moment he flew out, he let go of his hand, abandoned the horse, and touched his back. The experience of countless battles gave him
This is almost an instinctive reaction, because there is still a hammer stuck in his back. It is a secondary weapon used for close combat. After landing, his survival depends on it!
But Zhang Zhi moved faster than him. While cutting off the horse's legs, Zhang Zhi also let go of his hand and ran out quickly. The Yan Army Cavalry fell heavily to the ground, and Zhang Zhi also rushed over like a shadow.
, just when the Yan Junjia Cavalry was struggling to pull out the hammer, Zhang Zhi's foot stepped down hard, hitting his hand that touched the handle of the hammer. The Yan Junjia Cavalry screamed, and he heard it.
The sound of the metacarpal bone of his right hand being fractured.
Immediately afterwards, another huge force hit the side of his head. This time, it was Zhang Zhi's other foot that flew up and kicked him hard in the head. The iron helmet and face were almost in contact with each other.
He kicked Zhang Zhi's right toe off, but this time the damage to Yan Junjiaqi was even greater. He felt as if his head was going to explode, and blood was spurting out from all his orifices. His eyes were filled with blood, but inside his head was a
Nothing could be heard except a "buzzing" sound.
This chapter has been completed!