Chapter 5: The Waste of Water (2)

"Torch!" Chai Rong quickly ignited the fire stick behind the stone, lit several dried chopped firewood covered with rosin, and threw it into the valley.

"Swoosh-" "Swoosh-" "Swoosh-" Zhao Kuangyin, Ning Ziming, and Han Jing jumped up silently and threw the torch towards the war horses in the valley.

Before the battle, the four brothers and sisters used their previous combat experience to repeatedly ponder each step of action, striving to hit the enemy head-on at the moment of the battle.

The Khitans, who were used to crushing their opponents with their strength, had encountered such precise tactics? In an instant, they didn't know how to deal with it. The war horses that had already tried to slow down were frightened by the flames and immediately raised their four hooves high. On the way ahead, in addition to the tripping rope, there were rows of pointed wooden stakes and countless traps waiting for them. After rushing out three or five steps, they fell and fell again.

"Jing Niang uses bows and arrows to press the formation!" Chai Rong did not look at the opponent's casualties at all, and threw out two torches and quickly picked up the spear that had just been made of a pine pole from the ground.

The pine pole that had just been peeled was wet and sticky, far from his usual rafting. However, it could at least form a pair with his steel gun, making up for the lack of the four people's inability to carry long weapons with them. Holding the spear with a strong pine oil smell, he rushed into the valley in three steps, pressing his left hand down and pushing forward with his right hand, and with a "pop", he poked a Khitan warrior who was trying to jump off the horse's back to a heart-warming heart.

"Alaha, Alaha!" The two nearby Khitan warriors cursed loudly and approached him, but they could not let the frightened mount cooperate with their actions. Chai Rong quickly pulled out his spear from the corpse, twisted his body and swept it across. The sharp gun tip drew a lightning bolt in the air, hitting the neck of the enemy's war horse on the left.

"Swish--!" The gun tip quickly smeared against the neck of the war horse, leaving a wound about a foot long, and the blood vessels and meridians broke. Blood splashed like a waterfall. The frightened war horse raised its front hooves and then the blood flowed out and fell down with a bang.

The Khitan warrior on the horse's back stepped on the stirrups with his feet at the last moment, flew up like a kite, roaring in the air, waving the iron mace straight above Chai Rong's head. The gun that had just been wiped from the horse's neck reached like a snake, and the direction was his falling chest.

"Ahhhh!" The roar turned into an exclamation. The Khitans who were rushing down in the air could no longer change their direction. They widened their eyes and landed on the gun. Before completely losing control of their bodies, he waved his arm suddenly and threw the iron mace at Chai Rong's head.

Death together was his last wish. However, a thick copper stick suddenly raised it from behind Chai Rong, and smashed the iron mace out of nowhere with a "clang!"

"Clang!" Then, there was another crisp metallic impact. A short axe was shot in the air and slashed at another Khitan who was trying to fight. The latter had been through a long battle formation and his hands were fast and his eyes were fast. He decisively placed the big sword that had originally hit Chai Rong on his chest. The short axe collided with the big sword, and sparks flew everywhere. The hand holding the sword was sore, and the body on the horse's back was slightly shaken. Before he could try to find his balance, another short axe flew into the air in the dark night, and with a "puff!", it cut into his chest half a foot!

Chai Rong and Zhao Kuangyin were immediately empty, and within half a meter of the range, there were no living Khitans. Ning Ziming strode down from the hillside, carrying a five-foot-long steel whip in his right hand and a steel short axe in his left hand. His slender figure was as flexible as a leopard.

"Roar directly, don't give them a chance to get off the horse!" Chai Rong gave him an admiring glance, shook his spear, and jumped over the corpse on the ground first. Zhao Kuangyin picked up the big copper stick and walked side by side with him. Ning Ziming twisted his body slightly halfway, changed direction, and met with the two brothers obliquely. The three of them formed a font shape in a tacit understanding while running. In front of the spear, the big stick and the steel whip were guarding left and right. The cold light of the metal and the flames in the valley shone together.

A Khitan warrior with a beard rode his horse to fight, and the sword in his hand danced like a windmill. Ning Ziming smashed it with an axe and removed a horse's leg first. The three-legged warrior lost his balance in an instant and rushed to the scene. The Khitan warrior on the horse's back was thrown forward half a foot away, and his body was like shrimps. Chai Rong did not hesitate to stab the gun and nailed a huge hole in his back spine.

Another Khitan warrior who had just recovered from his senses witnessed the tragic death of his companion, holding up the iron mace, and didn't know whether to advance or retreat. Ning Ziming suddenly raised his empty left hand at him, scaring the man immediately threw away half of the stirrup and hid in the belly. Zhao Kuangyin smiled and rushed forward, raised his stick and knocked the head that had just been hidden beside the war horse and smashed it to pieces.

The three brothers suddenly separated, then closed, and rushed into the enemy group with blood and corpses. There were six Khitan warriors beside them, and the number was just double that of theirs, but they barely controlled their mounts to avoid being tripped by the squad. In a hurry, they could not form a battle formation, and could not use the speed of the mounts. Chai Rong first stabbed the lower abdomen of a person directly opposite, and then withdrew the gun and stepped back, avoiding the iron mace that was smashing towards his head. Zhao Kuangyin protected his right side with a stick, blocking all the iron maces that were smashed away, and "ping-ping-pong" and the copper-covered stick was smashed to pieces.

Ning Ziming waved his whip with both hands and fought with the two Khitan warriors on the left. His long legs bounced around the ground like a spring willow tree. He quickly avoided the two attacks, and he didn't feel angry. He stepped on the stirrups and stood up high with his iron mace in his hand. "Swoosh!" A cold arrow suddenly flew from the hillside, hitting the unprotected rib under the man's arm.

"Ah--" The Khitan warrior who was hit by a cold arrow screamed and fell off the horse. Another Khitan warrior immediately turned into a head-on fight with Ning Ziming. Although he had a height advantage, his flexibility was more than one or two categories. Ning Ziming suddenly pulled two steps to the side, smashed his kneecap with a whip. Then he jumped high, and took advantage of the pain that he could not straighten his waist, and broke his spine with a whip.

The slender body turned sideways in the air, then kicked the devastated war horse. With the reaction force from the calf, Ning Ziming flew four feet horizontally in the air, holding up the steel whip and hitting the head of a Khitan warrior opposite Chai Rong. The Khitan warrior was chasing Chai Rong with the help of the height of his mount. A steel whip flew over the side of his wings, which scared the dead, and hurriedly twisted his body and protected himself. The spear that Chai Rong's air came closely like a poisonous dragon, stabbed into the two fingers under his ribs, and penetrated half a foot deep.

The Khitan warrior's kidney was pierced, and he didn't even have time to hum, and he was so painful on the spot. Ning Ziming hit the corpse's shoulder with a whip, and his body quickly fell down. Then he jumped high again and rushed towards Zhao Kuangyin's opponent.

Chai Rong quickly pulled out the gun from the corpse and turned around and stabbed the diagonally. The three brothers surrounded the two opponents, with more and less attacks. Not far away, they just jumped over the tripping rope and avoided the trap of horses. They grabbed the mount at the moment of life and death to avoid hitting the Khitan warriors who were struck by sharpening wooden stakes. They roared and pushed back to the rescue, but were forced into a hurry by a series of pearl arrows.

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!" Han Jing kept running forward on the hillside. With each step, she could shoot a carved feather from the semicircular horn bow, and she could pull out another one from the quiver at her waist. The rugged rocks, wild trees from east to west, did not block her legs. Like a legendary grassland fairy, she kept changing direction and angle, shooting two pots of feather arrows at the enemy without interruption, without asking for one blow to kill, but only wanted the opponent to be unable to provide support to the two warriors in a fierce battle in a short period of time.

The night wind blew her light golden hair high and floated behind her head. The beating fire illuminated her slender and straight legs, like two beating notes. In the silent melody, she danced a dance of death. She did not seek appreciation, not to be paid attention to, but to look back at the moment after the fierce battle.

The two Khitan warriors who did not receive support were quickly beaten to death by three brothers. Chai Rong pulled out his spear from the body and pointed the gun at the last group of opponents. It was still three to six. The three brothers all over their bodies were covered with blood and sweat, as if they had just swam out of the sea of ​​blood. The six Khitan warriors were trembling, looking around, and their twelve eyes were wide open!

They could not believe that they saw the scene and would rather have a nightmare. Twenty elite soldiers of the Skin Army, a general, with the help of Haidongqing and the Hound, should have easily captured four "Central Plains Royal Family" and achieved great success. No one expected that in the short half of the incense stick, there were only the last six people left on their side, and the four preys were unscathed.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah..." The two hunting dogs at the foot of the war horse were the first to feel the danger and kept retreating with wail. Their number was twice that of the other party, but they had no chance of winning. Because a few breaths ago, the Khitan warriors who were also twice that of the other party were killed by the three evil gods of Zhongyuan under their noses!

"They killed the general, they killed the general!" The personal soldier leader Yelu Zagu waved his iron mace, and his shouting was obvious despair.

According to the Liao military law, the chief general was killed in battle. If the personal soldiers could not bring back the body, not only would the personal soldiers be beheaded and displayed in public, but their families would also be confiscated as slaves. If they could take back the body, they would be incorporated into the criminal army. In the next battle, they would act as vanguards. If they died in battle, they would be killed and punished. If they were lucky enough to die, everything would be repeated.

At present, Yelu Yishe's body was hung on the pointed wooden stake, and at least four bloody holes were poked out. As personal soldiers, they had no other choice except for bloody battles! The other five Khitan guards could understand and couldn't help but feel sad. A shout came from their mouths, three of them rode their horses, and two war horses were stuck in a pit and had their legs stuck in the horse, and rushed towards the three brothers who were less than ten steps away.

Ten steps were not enough for the war horses to speed up. After adjusting their breathing, Chai Rong smiled coldly at the enemy on the war horses, moved his legs and greeted him with a spear. Zuo Ning Ziming, right Zhao Kuangyin, steel whip and bronze stick with silver spear, never falling off.

The distance between the two sides quickly shortened, and the hunting dog whimpered and roared, rushed out from under the horse's legs, and performed its last duty. Chai Rong suddenly pressed his gun down, picked up a hunting dog from the ground, and threw the body towards the Khitan warrior on the horse's back. Zhao Kuangyin's big stick spread across the street, swept the other hunting dog several feet away, and broke it into a ball of meat on the rocks.

Facing Chai Rong's attempt to speed up, the Khitan warrior was smashed by the hunting dog's corpse, covered in blood. Ning Ziming jumped high and shot him down with a whip. Chai Rong rushed forward two steps quickly, lowered his head to avoid the iron mace sweeping towards him, and twisted his body and stabbed it in a diagonal manner. The spear exposed several feet between the gaps between the two war horses, and the sharp gun tip penetrated into the lower abdomen of the mace holder.

The brothers kept rushing behind the opponent, then circled and twisted their waists to the far right of the team, and fought against one with Zhao Kuangyin who was blocking the right wing of the enemy. The Khitan warrior who was against Zhao Kuangyin was desperate and swung his weapons downward, without any tricks at all. Chai Rong and Ning Ziming rushed over from behind him, and whipped the gun and whipped the man down to the mount.

Zhao Kuangyin roared, and the copper-bang stick was round and smashed at Yelu Zagu. Two other Khitan warriors fought on foot, one was poked over by Chai Rong, and the other was shot in the back by Han Jing who rushed over. Yelu Zagu, who had lost his help, waved his sword to block it, trying to seize the way. The copper-bang stick collided with the sword in mid-air, "Cang--", and the red star shot randomly. The sword flew and the stick arrived, hitting Yelu Zagu's thigh, and a red ball splashed.

"Mom--!" Yelu Zagu screamed in pain, hugged the neck of the war horse with both hands, and continued to hit the horse's belly with his other leg. He had to escape, escape from here, and bring the news of Yelu Yishe's death back to the army. Even if he was beheaded and displayed in public later, he would ask other generals and brothers to tear the four Central Plains people into pieces.
Chapter completed!