Chapter 245 Riding Battle (8) [Additional update for AT 10,000 rewards]
This was the reason why Hamo, a captain of thousands, was extremely frightened and even felt numb in his heart.
It was the arrow in his left eye. He thought he could easily harvest the target. Suddenly, he stretched out his free left hand and grasped the arrow shaft.
Then with one strong pull, the entire arrow was pulled out.
Then he shouted a classic line in his mouth: "Father's sperm and mother's blood cannot be discarded~"
After shouting, he actually sent the arrow with the eyes towards his open mouth. With his white teeth opening and closing, he bit the eyeball in his mouth and started chewing it.
Coupled with the empty eye sockets that were missing an eyeball, and the scene where blood was constantly flowing from them, half of the face and half of the armor were dyed red, it can be said to be quite frightening.
As a Huns who were still in a nomadic state, Hamo was considered a rather ignorant Huns.
Compared to eating eyeballs like this, things that are more barbaric, he has seen them before, and he has done them a lot, and the problems are all about dealing with others ruthlessly.
The Han people in front of me are so cruel to them, that is really cruel.
The moment he landed on the ground, Lang Qing's whole body tumbled on the spot due to a sudden move on his head.
The war horse, which had been hit by many arrows in a row in the previous period, could no longer carry it anymore.
Not only was he lucky enough not to be trampled by the horse's hoof, he also used this method to remove most of the force of his fall, and still had the strength to get up as soon as possible.
In the rush of time, there was no time to use any means of luring the enemy, disturbing the enemy, etc. to confuse the opponent.
Then, when a pile of steaming horse entrails fell out, the war horse fell to the ground.
This kind of approach is not only because he knows that he may not survive long after he is defeated.
When the group rushed over, they did not forget to guard the Chinese army's banner, the captain of ten thousand men and the envoy.
The problem is, Lang Qing is not dead yet.
As a result, the sword was in his hand, and the sharp tip failed to disembowel the opponent as expected.
He didn't care about his left chest and how many ribs were broken.
Just a streak of sparks was drawn on the armor in front of the opponent; after the ten-capion swayed for a while, he was not knocked off his horse as he expected.
Behind him was a Golden Wolf Army soldier, facing a man and a rider who had fallen on the road he had to pass.
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In the midst of the classic Chinese curse of "Fuck~", Lang Qing used the Huanshou knife in his hand to cleanly chop off half of his opponent's shoulder, including his right arm.
Hu Biao's encounter with hardship was by no means an isolated situation on the current battlefield.
He had already squatted up with his left arm. After rolling on the ground again, he lay on the ground. The sharp tip of the knife in his hand was pointed at the belly of the leaping horse and raised.
And how to block it? Of course, we must create some artificial obstacles on the battlefield.
In the following time, Lang Qing didn't even have time to take a look at the curled Huanshou sword.
These Golden Wolf Army's battle experience was quite rich, and they instantly saw their intention to "kill the generals and seize the flag", and naturally they would not let Hu Biao and the others achieve what they wanted.
For example: the corpses of enemy war horses, hacked to death by the Golden Wolf Army, or they were killed in battle.
If you still curse after killing your opponent, it's not because Lang Qing is so irritable by nature.
Then a sharp long knife chopped his entire face into pieces...
Instead, the pig iron straight knife in his hand struck Hu Biao's left arm directly.
So without further ado, let’s change the current tactics and block them right here so that they have no chance to rush over and mix with more Huns.
In such a bad and complicated battlefield environment, the Huns screamed and lay on their horses. Even if they did not fall off their horses immediately, they were basically dead.
Even if the whole armor only had a vest-sized piece on the front, it could still prevent Hu Biao from the knife that Hu Biao originally thought would kill him.
Before the Golden Wolf soldier on the war horse fell off, the sharp tip of the short spear in his hand had already stabbed a little below the left and right shoulders.
That is, the helmet on his head fell to the ground during the roll, revealing his shiny bald head.
It is a pity that such obstacles are still not enough to hinder their progress for the Huns who are skilled in bow and horse.
The cavalry took advantage of the momentum of the horse's charge, and the force of the shot fired was quite terrifying.
For a moment, even he couldn't understand the meaning of the sentence shouted from the Han man's mouth.
In short, as long as there are a lot of things blocking the path of the opponent's war horses, so that those war horses cannot move at high speed.
At this moment, Hu Biao discovered that the gray armor on this guy was actually armor made of pig iron.
The opponent, who had no stirrups and a rather simple saddle, was directly kicked down by the war horse; then he was submerged under the numerous horse hooves of the Golden Wolf Army behind him.
As for the one on horseback, the Golden Wolf Army waved the short spear in his hand and stabbed him without paying attention.
It was precisely because of the force of this knife that Hu Biao felt that his left arm had lost consciousness in the blink of an eye.
With this idea in mind, Lang Qing went over and chopped off the left front leg of a brown war horse from the knee.
The main reason was that before his opponent died, he stabbed the horse under his crotch with the short spear in his hand; the sharp spear tip did not penetrate very deep, but the consequences were fatal.
Especially under the current condescending situation, after this shot broke through several heavy armors in a row, even if it didn't penetrate deeply into the flesh, the force it carried directly knocked the wolf green, and he was knocked down once again by stabbing his head high.
Even at this moment, this guy was not completely frightened out of his wits; but in his heart, amidst the huge panic, he still looked a little out of his mind.
But this soldier of the Golden Wolf Army stabbed Lang Qing.
When Lang Qing wounded his opponent, the war horse's hooves gave way and fell to the ground. Then he also pushed Lang Qing down.
Such a scene made Hu Biao and others more and more anxious.
With just a simple movement, the war horse, which seemed to be connected to his mind, had already leapt high from the ground; this was a state in which he planned to jump over obstacles on the ground and continue moving forward.
Although it did not smash the gauntlet on Hu Biao's arm, one of his arms was removed on the spot; it even broke into two pieces due to the excessive force.
To be more precise, everyone was in a hard fight at this moment.
So he, who was at the front of the entire Arrow Formation, rushed directly towards the Chinese army flag.
The moment he got up, Lang Qing didn't even think about it.
It has to be said that the Golden Wolf Army, as the golden tent guard of the Huns, is indeed quite elite and powerful; Hu Biao clearly felt this the moment he fought against them.
Because the horse stumbled, its leg was directly pinned down by the fallen horse, which became an obstacle on the ground.
"Go to hell!" Just as he roared out, Hu Biao raised the knife with his backhand and hit a small officer like the tenth commander of the Golden Wolf Army in the chest and abdomen.
At the moment when the two sides passed each other on the wrong horse, Hu Biao suddenly kicked him, and more or less coincidentally, he hit his opponent's waist.
More importantly, he thought of a possibility. If under this wave of collision, after these Golden Wolf Army merged with the next three waves, a total of more than a thousand Huns.
He even used the ring-shou knife that he had not dropped when he was lifted off, and he slashed hard at the horse's leg in front of him.
The knight above was also thrown far away.
So much so that in the panic, the bronze peck stabbed in his hand was easily dodged by his opponent.
Even if these two guys didn't escape, would they still be able to kill the Huns envoy and the Captain of Ten Thousands?
Anyway, he knew that there was little hope.
But Lang Qing stood up and spat out a mouthful of old blood, and then he collapsed towards the ground.
That's because during the roll just now, the broken ribs pierced into his organs due to such violent movements, causing fatal injuries.
Just like that, Lang Qing collapsed on the horse whose legs he had cut off, becoming part of the obstacle.
Regrettably, with his addition, this obstacle is still not enough, far from enough.
So the only thing he could do was to use his last strength before dying and shout: "Old Hu..."
