When Hu Laoliu said this, he stretched out the long pole. The riding pole was hooked by the weapon he had always put on the saddle, but it was not used in the previous battle. He saw Zhang Zhi's legs.
The blood was flowing from his chest and it was difficult for him to stand, so he held out his long spear, hoping to help Zhang Zhi lift him onto the armored horse.
Zhang Zhi gritted his teeth, shook his head and said: "Thank you very much, Brother Hu, for your kindness, but you also know that I am the crossbow captain of this chariot battalion. I am not only responsible for myself, but also for the hundred and one members of the entire team."
Seventeen brothers are in charge, and I led them into the battlefield. The mission we received is to use all our strength to eliminate the enemy cavalry in front of us, drive them back into the city, and even kill them on the spot. Now, our mission has not been completed yet!
"
Hu Laoliu frowned slightly and sighed: "Good man, he is indeed from our Lao Beifu. He has the same temperament. In today's battle, we also lost more than half of our brothers due to the impact from the front of our Qingqi team."
, if your chariot fleet hadn’t arrived in time, I’m afraid we would all have been found here. It was your bloody battle that gave us the opportunity to regroup.”
Having said this, he looked at Lin Guoen's body on the ground. At this moment, the arrow on his neck was no longer bleeding, and his lips had turned white because of the blood drained.
Turning purple, tears filled Hu Laoliu's eyes: "This brother died a heroic death. I saw it. It's a pity that I came a step too late and couldn't save his life."
Zhang Zhi's eyes were also filled with tears: "This is brother Lin Guoen. The one over there who was killed by a war horse is Yao Niu'er. They are all my good brothers and they all died in the battle to protect me. I
, I owe them two lives!"
Hu Laoliu gritted his teeth: "Starting from today's battle, the number of messengers around me has changed to six. They are all following me and flying flags, so they are the enemy's key attack targets.
.Do you know why I asked those three brothers to leave just now?"
Zhang Zhi looked at Hu Laoliu, who had a flag on his back. Obviously, he had given his own order not to go through the messengers anymore.
Zhang Zhi, who was also a front-line officer, felt the same way. He closed his eyes, and a line of heroic tears flowed from his eyes: "You don't want to see your brothers around you anymore, dying for yourself. Come and die one by one. Those who are brothers and sisters."
People, dying like this in front of their eyes, but unable to do anything about it, no one else would be able to bear it."
Hu Laoliu gritted his teeth: "Yes, you better understand me. I can die myself, but I can't bear to see my brothers die in front of me. My heart can't stand it one by one. Okay, Ah
Brother Fu, we don't have time to talk about this now. You can't hold on anymore with your current injury. If nothing else, the bleeding on your leg is just that. If you don't stop it in time, you will bleed to death. Don't hold on.
Yes, go back quickly."
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Having said this, he turned around and looked at the fighting situation around him. The remaining six or seven tanks in front were turning around and retreating. More than ten tanks that had been damaged were scattered in various places, and the people on them were
The sergeants, while on alert, were searching for their wounded soldiers on the battlefield. They carried their comrades who were still breathing into the car and turned to the rear.
More than a hundred light cavalry under Hu Laoliu were patrolling around, covering the retreat of the chariots. They were in groups of three or five, including cavalry holding lassoes and horse archers, with one or two holding cavalry in between.
The armored knights, this kind of light cavalry combined in small groups, are enough to compete with two or three lone armored cavalry, and the huge momentum of the chariot makes the armored cavalry fighting in horizontal formations afraid. The two work together.
, actually allowed the Murong clan, who was running rampant all over the world, to retreat in defeat...
The Yan Army's armored cavalry on the opposite side were still regrouping. The two attacks combined damaged more than a hundred armored cavalry, but the remaining knights were defeated but not defeated. Many of them had several arrows stuck in their bodies and were stained with blood.
The red and blue armor seemed to be coated with a layer of paint, but it still galloped back into the military formation. With the help of its companions, it began to pull out the arrows and bandage the wounds. The two armies, who had been fighting so darkly just now, actually fell into
A small period of peace.
But among the crossbowmen in the rear, there are now less than twenty people left. Most of them have injured hands. Almost everyone who can still stand is no longer holding a crossbow, but a temporary weapon.
The horse stems picked up from the ground are the most important reason why they can survive today.
Hu Laoliu sighed: "Most of your brothers have been killed, and there are only about twenty of them alive now. Brother Ah Fu, even if you don't want to die yourself and want to avenge your dead brothers, don't use them."
Fight for your life."
Zhang Zhi gritted his teeth, grabbed the horse stick on the ground, supported his body, and stood up slowly. He took out an iron whistle from his arms, put it in his mouth, and blew out a whistle.
The two long and short whistles were repeated three times and could be heard clearly from a distance of two to three hundred paces. Many crossbowmen were surprised to see Zhang Zhi's figure and called "Brother Afu".
They ran over from all around, and soon everyone gathered around Zhang Zhi.
Every time a person came over, Zhang Zhi would count a number gently when calling their name: "Wang Erniu, one; Lin Buhai, two..."
When Zhang Zhi counted to the last sergeant who was limping and being supported by two comrades, he trudged to the front of him, he looked at the three pictures covered with sweat, but his face was full of excitement: "Li Qiuping
, Wang Tie, Shen Guobin, twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four!"
The faces of the three people became sad, and the voice of the lame Li Qiuping in the middle was filled with tears: "Brother Afu, of our more than one hundred brothers, are there only twenty-four left?"
Zhang Zhi bit his lip and nodded vigorously. At this moment, the first few arriving subordinates had torn off the shirts of the wound on his leg and tied it tightly to stop the bleeding.
Zhang's inexplicable expression of grief and anger swept across his face: "Yes, one hundred and seventeen brothers got on the bus and went out together, and now there are only twenty-four left. In other words, eighty-three brothers have left us forever.
You tell me, who killed our brothers?"
Wang Tie was a dark and thin little man. He gritted his teeth, pointed at the Yan Junjiaqi opposite him, and said sternly: "It's them, these bastards who did it!"
The eyes of all the soldiers were almost burning. They all looked at the Yan Army armored cavalry. Their fists were clenched tightly. All the weapons they held were pointed at the enemy cavalry, and they shouted in unison.
Said: "Destroy the Hu, destroy the Hu, destroy the Hu!"
This chapter has been completed!