Chapter 10 Yi Ding (Eight)

The Khitan Pishi Army's field battles were the most powerful in the world, but their ability to establish a camp, from an expert's perspective, was even worse than that of the bandits in the Central Plains...: .

There was no defense against the Luzhai, which approached the highway of war horses, no trenches that prevented the enemy from attacking at night, and even the wooden fences that protected the camp were tilted, and on average, they were only three feet tall, so they could not stop the horse's hooves and leaps hard.

"Kill!" Zheng Ziming shouted loudly, and flew over the fence with his men and horses. With his habituality, he hit the chest and mouth of a Khitan general who was trying to organize resistance.

The huge recoil force made the gun rod of the rifle bend like a bow in an instant, and Zheng Ziming's body was pushed and slid slightly backward. However, the saddle, stirrup and a complete set of harnesses on the horse protected his body as much as possible, so that he would not be pushed off the horse by this force. The next moment, the gun rod naturally straightened, lifting the already exiled Khitan general into the air.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom"... Dozens of Shiwei horses, not tall, followed Zheng Ziming and jumped over the fence. The soldiers on the horse's back rode guns flat, and the guns were lined up in a row of neat wolf teeth in the fire. The Khitan warriors blocking the way in front of the wolf teeth were cut down by wolf teeth rows like wheat after midsummer. The huge horse's hooves stepped over the corpse and splashed red mud in the sky.

"The guard camp is in full, and the whole team is moving towards the Jiedushi!" Zhou Xin held the weapon with one hand and picked it up from left and right. The other hand quickly 'pulled' out of the saddle and raised it high above his head. The night wind blew over the flag and sent a large "Zheng" character into every pair of eyes full of fanaticism. Rows of Cangzhou athletes rode their horses over the fence, gathered together under the guidance of the gun flag, and reorganized into a moving steel jungle.

"The first battalion on the left is the whole team, and the first battalion on the left is moving closer to the governor!" The figure of the army Sima Pan Mei appeared immediately among another "wave" of the cavalry that had just flew over the fence, and waved the gun flag with both hands.

More athletes were holding spears and following the movements they had done less than 10,000 times during normal training, gathering behind him into a formation. Then they tacitly connected with other teams of their own robes, pushing them horizontally into the depths of the enemy camp like a tide.

"The first battalion of the right is the whole team, and the first battalion of the right is facing the Jiedushi..."

"The entire team of the second left battalion..."

"Right Second Camp..."

Tao Dachun, Tao Yong, Li Shuner and others successively took their cavalry over the fence and quickly formed the second "wave" of "Tide and Water". The coverage was wider than the first "wave" cavalry and the lineup was denser than the first "wave" cavalry.

When two waves of "tides" passed through a row of tents one after another, there were no living things wherever they passed. There were only broken flesh and residual limbs all over the ground.

"Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom..." A commanding Gao family army's "eliminal" also rushed into the Khitan army's camp. Thirty feet away from the right side of the Cangzhou army, quickly gathered the team. Their cooperation with each other was far less skillful than the Cangzhou army. However, they had another trick to attack the enemy.

The first group of athletes who jumped over the fence suddenly threw several iron claws tied with ropes behind them, and at the same time decisively knocked the stirrups with their feet. The running mount immediately pulled the rope straight. When the ropes were tightened one after another, the originally not very solid fence was immediately pulled into the air by the iron claws.

A gap of twenty feet wide appeared in front of the "eri" of the Gao family army who had followed, so that they no longer had to consider the obstacles of the fence and just continued to rush.

"Boom, rumbling, rumbling..." Zhao Kuangyin's troops guarding the holy army were a little slower, but the momentum was the most powerful. In addition to the two rows of cavalry in front of him, from the third row, each person was carrying a torch filled with grease. Along the way, they encountered enemy tents, and whether there were living people inside, they were all lit one by one. When encountering Khitan soldiers fleeing around in a panic, they directly greeted the top of their heads with torches, one after another, until the target turned into a "torch" screaming and rolling all over the ground.

No one jumped out to accuse the Protector of the Saints of the Sage. In fact, the Khitan warriors treated their enemies ten times more cruel than this. They were used to chasing their opponents like wolves hunting, until they were exhausted and completely lost the confidence to resist and the courage to struggle. They would rush forward with laughter and slap and use the blade to exert "last mercy". They never dreamed that on a winter night, the position of the wolves and prey suddenly turned upside down, and they would experience the same pain and despair.

"Come on, get up and fight!"

"Stop them, otherwise everyone will die!"

"Fight to the death, fight to the death, the descendants of the green bull and the white horse..."

Not all the warriors were immediately panicked after being awakened in their sleep. Some of the soldiers who were slightly far from the fence, and hundreds of generals and commanders, found that the situation was not good, instinctively wanted to organize resistance on the spot to buy time for their head coach Xiao Tianci. However, in front of the cavalry team that had already rushed to speed, this kind of action was tantamount to seeking death!

How could the infantry, who had no time to form a formation in a hurry, be able to stop the iron cavalry that was advancing like a wall? Almost the moment the two sides had contact, they were knocked to the ground by a rifle. Immediately afterwards, hundreds of horse hooves stepped on the bodies of the warriors, trampling them into balls of "meat" mud.

"Ah--" Several Khitan veterans who were a little timid and did not obey orders to stop the horses, screamed and fled in scattered. With years of experience in the battle, they tried to avoid the direction of the horses. They tried not to go to the core of the barracks, but to run wildly to the left and right sides. However, before they could run far away, the other two cavalry had followed, stabbed them over, knocked them down, and then sent them to the west with their horses' hooves.

"Ah—" "Ah—" "My mother—" "Yeye—" "Yeye—" Desperate screams, accompanied by the 'exciting' sound of paintings and the dull horse hooves, were continuous. More Khitan soldiers were awakened from their sleep; more Khitan soldiers didn't even have time to catch weapons, and even the tent was stepped onto flats; more Khitan soldiers escaped from the tent empty-handed, trying to escape from Shengtian; more Khitan soldiers were caught up by the Zhongyuan Jianer, stabbed to death, and broke their bones with their horse hooves.

"Give me a chance!" A group of Khitan warriors who had no way to escape suddenly knelt on the ground and raised their empty hands. They were not the siege army. They usually made their own nomadic life in addition to plundering. If they die, their wives will have to remarry and their children will have to be cows and horses for the elders of the same clan. They cannot die, and they hope that they will be forgiven by their opponents.

"Kill, no one will be left!" Zhao Kuangyin decisively raised the big brass stick and smashed a begging mercy's head. "Those who speak Chinese will never forgive me!"

"Kill!" The "Essential" of the Saint-Protecting Army who followed agreed in unison, pressed down on the gun and headed straight to the backbone of the begging mercy.

The ordinary Khitan soldiers can speak Chinese not because they admire the Han culture. The reason why they can shout the word "free" is because they heard too much before.

The more they hear, the more sin they have committed before. When retribution comes, they must be judged by fate.
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