Chapter 8 Elk (Four)

A person with two legs can't run a four-legged horse. Even a Mobei horse that is not known for its speed is the same!

Although the minions responsible for blocking the road had decisively left behind the weapons. Although they swung their limbs one by one like wheels, the distance between the back and the gun was still shortened to nothing in one breath.

"Boom!" The rows of rifles collided with the backs of the escapees, and the sound was like a storm of the shore. The sound of horse hooves disappeared in an instant, and the crying became weak and inaudible. Between the heaven and earth, it seemed that all the sounds stopped abruptly.

In the midst of silence, countless red blood plasma slowly rose up and rushed into the air, tangling alternately, like a gorgeous peony, slowly blooming, blooming in the sun, and then withering colorfully.

Flowers fall like rain.

The red mist evaporates.

Countless souls lingered around and flew to the clouds.

The sunlight became extremely bright in an instant.

The gun and horseshoes shine coldly.

The red fog was instantly condensed and blew away, floating along the river beach.

Rows of war horses crossed out of the red fog.

Broken limbs and minced meat fell into pieces.

All the sounds suddenly returned to the world.

Everyone's movements returned to normal and were illuminated by the sun.

Xueliang's gun shot forward suddenly popped up several feet, throwing the corpse hanging on it far away like a rotten wood.

The war horses advanced in unison, with four hooves galloping, and rushed to the next row of targets who were escaping. Xueliang's gun tip shortened the distance from the back of the minions inch by inch, pierced the armor, penetrated the flesh, penetrated the bones, and finally stabbed a dazzling red ball from the target's chest.

Another row of corpses flew up and hit the archers of the Baoyi Army.

Most archers have turned around and joined the escape team, letting the leaders shout out, and they are unwilling to stop. However, a small number of archers, whether they are scared or full of evil, are standing there blankly, holding the horn bow, neither running away nor resisting. They stare blankly as the gun tip stabs into their chest.

"Boom!" Another dull collision sound.

More corpses flew into the sky, and blood splattered around like a rainstorm.

Under the bloody rain, spearmen, archers, and leaders from the "Tianyi Army" ran away like lambs, running away.

No one dared to stop at all, for fear of running slower than his companions. The strong man had already bumped into Shi Hongjie's central army without hesitation. The thin man staggered his steps and would fly like a wall of rifle, and then he was stepped into meat paste by the war horse.

The minions who were not yet caught up with the horses were scattered. The spearmen pushed away the archer who blocked their way. The archers rushed to their central army without hesitation. The "main force of the Tianyi Army" that was originally intended to launch a counterattack at critical moments was soon dispersed by their own defeated soldiers, pushing each other and retreating, retreating, stumbled, and lost their souls.

"Uh, uh, uh..." Shi Hongjie, the governor of the Tianyi Army, was stiff in his eyes, and ordered the flag to be half raised in the air, but he could not give any orders in his mouth.

He didn't believe it, and he couldn't accept the facts in front of him. There was only a dozen blink of an eye, and the defeat was a foregone conclusion. Not to mention turning the tide at the moment, because there were too many brothers gathered around him, it was already unknown whether he could escape from the battlefield.

"Get out of the way, let go, and run into the river!" Ning Ziming raised his voice and shouted.

When he killed the first opponent, he felt very happy.

When he killed the second minion, he felt that his limbs and bones were full of passion.

When the third, fourth, fifth, and even tenth escapee were killed, the passion in his body quickly declined, his scalp began to numb, and the chill began to vent his spine.

He doesn't want to kill again.

The other party has no strength to fight back at all.

However, he did not dare to stop rashly. The attack tactic of a lance array was created and practiced by himself. He himself knew clearly the advantages and shortcomings of this tactic. If he held the reins of the war horse because of his pity to the enemy, the robes in the back would catch themselves off guard. Then, he and the brothers behind him, even the brothers adjacent to the third and fourth rows, would collide with each other, and they would fall back and turn into a ball of meat!

He could only shout loudly, hoping that the escapees would make way for a path. He hoped that he could take the team to the open space as soon as possible, and then slowly stop the mount and stop the meaningless massacre.

However, the minions who fled in panic could not hear his reminder.

Even if they heard it, the brains of the escapees could no longer react. They only knew how to run desperately, run desperately, and run desperately into a straight line. Then they were picked up one by one by one by one by the horse's hooves and were trampled into blood and blood.

A minion fell under the gun, and the plasma splashed Ning Ziming's head and face. It was a sturdy boy with a mustache on his face, and there was only a ball of soft fluff at the corner of his mouth.

The moment he caught up with him, he actually covered his back with his hands and tried to block the gun with his palms. Then, his hands and body were penetrated together, and then bounced away from a distance, and blood fell like a waterfall.

Another minion fell under Ning Ziming's gun. It was a middle-aged man with a weak body. When he was stabbed into his body by a gun, he turned his head and looked. His eyes were wide open, and his face was filled with nostalgia for life.

"Get out of the way!" Ning Ziming felt sad when he was seen by the other party's last glance. He used his arms forcefully and threw the body out towards the river.

The other party's eyes seemed familiar. He knew that Shi Yanbao must have felt the same unwillingness in his heart in front of the Khitan war horses.

Shi Yanbao didn't want to die, and the boy in front of him was the same as the middle-aged minion.

But they were powerless to resist their fate.

This is a troubled time, either killing people or being killed.

There is almost no third option.

Ning Ziming had died once, and he didn't want to taste the same despair again.

Therefore, he could only continue to hold his rifle tightly with both hands, and could only continue to activate the war horse under his crotch. Go forward, poke the people blocking his way, kill all those who might threaten him, and throw the bodies toward the ice-clad river.

No matter whether the other party is innocent or full of evil deeds.
Chapter completed!