Chapter 6 Preparation (8)

It's indeed retribution!

In recent days, the Leopard Cavalry has pretended to be bandits and killed people and set fire outside Qinyang City, doing all kinds of evil. However, they did not expect to attract real bandits. The Taihang bandits General Piao Hu Yancong took his Green Forest hero and took his own camp!

No wonder from the beginning to the end, few soldiers could muster up the courage to resist. On the one hand, I was caught off guard in my sleep, and on the other hand, the impostor suddenly met the real master. In an instant, the panic in my heart can be imagined!

However, why did Hu Yancong and the Green Forest heroes under his command look so young? His eyes were staring at the enemy soldiers getting closer and closer. Zhou Jianliang, the commander of the Leopard Cavalry, remained motionless like a sculpture. No, this army could not be a Green Forest hero. Although the general under the commander's face was darker than the bottom of the pot, he still seemed a little childish between his eyebrows. Although the heroes in front of the formation were all like wolves and tigers, they lacked the ruffian and cruelty that the Green Forest heroes should have.

They are not Green Forest heroes, they are also fakes who impersonate themselves! After an instant, an absurd and realistic idea surged into the heart of Zhou Jianliang, the commander of the Leopard Cavalry. "Retribution! Hahaha, hahaha, hahaha, retribution..." He laughed loudly like a madman, waving his weapons and rushing towards the galloping gun array, "Hahaha, hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

Rows of guns rushed past him, tearing his laughter to pieces in the night before dawn.

"This man seemed to be seeking death on purpose!" Hearing the reaction force coming from the gun tip, Ning Ziming glanced forward and made a quick judgment.

Although the skeleton is small, forty horses on the north side of the Mobei horses can still reach more than 60 steps in width. In addition, layers of bright rifles move, and the momentum is as gentle as Mount Tai. Even veterans who have been fighting for the rest of their lives cannot guarantee that they will not turn around and escape immediately in front of the gun formation that is crushed at high speed. What's more, a person is carrying weapons and gun formations to face the rushing head-on?

There are only two reasons for seeking death. Either this person was scared by the gun array, or even if he could escape from the battlefield tonight, the ending would be worse than death. However, no matter which answer is, Ning Ziming had no time to judge, and even less time to pity his opponent. At the same time, there were as many guns that stabbed this person's body. The gun rod made of ash was naturally bent after being recoiled, but could not maintain the consistency of curvature and recovery speed. In a flash, the reaction force of the gun rod bounced off to tear the corpse on the gun into four or five pieces, and threw it into the air bloodily.

Another group of panicked bandits stumbled in front of the forward gun formation. Ning Ziming quickly put away the mess in his heart, held the back half of the gun with both hands, and clamped the horse's belly tightly. The nearby guards and soldiers took the same posture as him, with their shoulders facing the shoulders, knees next to the knees, and reins walking together.

No one will give mercy to the bandits. There are more than one row of rifles pushed forward at high speed, and the dense war horses do not leave anyone room to change direction. Any hesitation or pause at this time will only lead to the loss of his body.

"Ah——!" The bandits who found themselves in the place of death made a desperate cry, and they moved their legs desperately, pushed away their accomplices around them, and ran away in all directions. Everything was too late. No matter how fast the legs were, they could not match the war horses. Forty rode and spear quickly rushed through the panicked bandits at a constant high speed. After two breaths, there were another forty shots, and after two breaths, there were another forty shots. After two breaths, there were another forty shots. After two breaths, there were another...

After ten rows of lances rushed through, all the bandits who were in a panic disappeared. It turned out that where they were running, a wide and long flesh-and-blood passage led straight to the 18th floor of hell.

There are more than one flesh and blood channel like this. In the chaotic military camp, there are at least three identical cavalry gun arrays, running across the mountain. They all rushed in from the south gate of the camp, and then quickly distanced each other, like four morning glows, appearing from the same position, bursting out in the shape of a fan, cutting the dark camp to pieces.

No one can block such a fierce attack. Between turning into meat paste on the spot and turning around to escape, most bandits made the same choice. There are very few warriors who dare to stand up and resist and buy time for their accomplices to escape. In fact, from the attack launch until now, more than 60% of the bandits who were directly crushed by the cavalry gun array were sleeping in a daze and had no time to escape or panic. There are about 35% of them who were directly crushed to pieces in their sleep. The bandits who can really muster up the courage to block the gun array, all of which are probably less than 100. And these just one hundred "warriors" can play a very small role in different positions in four directions.

"Bang!" A spear hit the spinner, hitting the shield in Ning Ziming's hand, and then landed alone. The weapons thrown out in despair had almost zero damage. Ning Ziming gently stepped on the stirrup to avoid accidental interference from the mount under his crotch. The war horse, which had already had a tacit understanding with the master during high-intensity training, struggled to raise the front hoof half a foot, and at the same time pushed the ground with his hind legs. "Bang!" The front hoof of the war horse, which was as big as a bowl, stomped on the chest of the spearman who was escaping with his hands and broke the bones.

Another escapee appeared in Ning Ziming's sight. He didn't even have to wear his lower body's clothes. He was carrying a heavy cloth pocket on his shoulders, filled with the gains of robbery over the past few days. Ning Ziming held his rifle tightly and picked the man away from behind. Then, he rushed past another bandit who fled in panic. The hot plasma and minced meat instantly splattered his face.

The next one that appeared in his sight was a group of Khitans who had shaved their hair from the top door and had a small braid on the back of their heads. It is hard to imagine that Yelu Deguang had been dead for so long, and in the heart of the Central Plains, there were actually Khitans who dared to rob openly. But their current performance was no different from the other bandits. They also used their naked butts to face the spearhead of the spear, and they were still reluctant to rob the gold and silver softness that they were stolen until they died. (Note 1)

A strong sense of hatred suddenly enveloped Ning Ziming's heart. His body suddenly tensed, he held the gun tightly with both hands, and kept hitting the stirrups with both feet.

The Mobei Horse started to speed up the final speed up, carrying him to outstretch the entire team. An elderly Khitan who ran too slowly was picked on the gun, screaming loudly, and struggling desperately. The gun rod bending under the force suddenly bounced away, throwing the old Khitan half a foot away. Ning Ziming's eyes quickly fell on another Khitan strong man, with his right arm flat and his left hand pressing down, stabbing the man with a "puff".

"Give me a chance!" The third Khitan screamed and fled to the flank. Ning Ziming threw off the body on the gun and swept his arms. The steel-made gun tip drew a half-foot-long bloody hole on the target's back, which was deep into the inch. The Khitans who were escaping their lives did not feel any pain at all. They moved their legs and continued to stumble, stumble, and then suddenly fell down, and the plasma on their backs ran up like a fountain.

A row of war horses stepped on the blood-sprayed corpses, and the other brothers from the Fire Battalion rushed up. Everyone also pushed the speed of the war horses to the limit. According to the requirements during normal training, a complete gun forest was formed on both sides of Ning Ziming again. "Follow General Ning and maintain formation!" "Follow General Ning and maintain formation!" "Follow General Ning and maintain formation!" Several hundred generals kept shouting in the team, reminding their brothers, and also delivered their voices into the ears of the main generals of the team. The red in Ning Ziming's eyes gradually faded amid the rapid shouting, spreading a mouthful of bloody spit, and slowly loosening the horse's belly.

After a brief adjustment, the phalanx of the cavalry returned to its original state again. The entire team ran over the heads of the Khitans, leaving a bright red ground. Immediately afterwards, seven or eight tents became foot cloths under the horse's hooves, and were instantly trampled to pieces. Another team of defeated soldiers ran past the gun array in chaos, leaving most of the guns behind, and the remaining birds and beasts scattered.

The enemy in his sight disappeared completely, and what caught his eye was a wall full of holes. Ning Ziming freed up his hand, pulled the reins hard, and raised the spear high with his left hand. "Hmm..." Tens of war horses protested at the same time, turning their bodies sideways and slowing down their speed. Before colliding with the wall, the entire square slowly changed direction and turned from longitudinal to horizontal. The sky above his head quickly became brighter, and a ray of morning light shot from the east, illuminating young faces.

"Change the formation!" Ning Ziming gritted his teeth and ordered loudly. "Hundreds of people will lead the team to turn around and kill the remaining enemies. Anyone with braids behind his head will only kill but not capture them!"

"Change the formation——, change the formation———————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————

"Change the formation——, change the formation———————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————

The phalanx of the cavalry was quickly stretched and scattered, and finally turned into four sharp wedge-shaped lines. Several 100 generals of the chief and deputy generals took the lead and bowed to Ning Ziming, and suddenly activated their mounts, like predatory leopards, pounced on the enemy troops in the camp that had been completely messy. The horse's hooves were churning and the spear was swinging, and wherever they passed, the corpse was pillowed.
Chapter completed!