At 9:59 in the evening, there is only a mere hour left before this mission is completely over.
Normally, one hour would be enough time for losers like Hu Biao and others to play a LOL game and have a good match.
But now, for them, every minute seems like an extremely long year.
In the second cavalry team of their Xuan Ge camp, the last war horse with its whole body on fire was left. In the blink of an eye, it fell to the ground with a cry, and its body twitched feebly.
At the same time, a group of more than a hundred Turkic cavalry directly in front had already rushed to a place more than a hundred meters away.
With such a small distance, with the horses from both sides running wildly toward each other, they would collide in just a few breaths.
At this moment, as the arrowhead of the entire cavalry team, with at least seven or eight arrows stuck in his body, Zhang Tiezhu quickly grabbed a strung hand crossbow hanging on the saddle and clicked the fingertips.
trigger.
Moments later, a bearded Turk leading the way fell from his horse amidst a burst of screams.
On his left cheek, a crossbow arrow had already penetrated deeply.
The moment he pulled the trigger, Zhang Tiezhu decisively let go of the crossbow and let it fall under the horse; then he finally picked up the crossbow with both hands and knocked it away with the sharp tip.
Enemy position.
Behind Zhang Tiezhu, Cyclops, Liang Daya and others also made the same action.
The only difference was that Cyclops, considered the strongest marksman in the Xuan Ge camp, used his unique skill at this moment.
He held three sharp arrows in his right hand, and after shooting a string of arrows, they placed three people on the horse one after another. After shooting, he pulled out a horizontal knife with his backhand.
In this way, the second cavalry team was like an arrow, charging into the enemy cavalry that was several times larger than before.
Then in Hu Biao's ears, all kinds of screams, shouts, the sound of gold and iron colliding, and the sound of heavy objects falling off the war horse, immediately intertwined into one.
As for more content, this rookie's eyes were dazzled for a while and simply couldn't handle it.
The only thing he could clearly see was that, amid the sound of "Bata~", the head of an old pawn on his side, who was called "Zhu Da Da", drew an arc in the air and brushed against his horse.
The head fell to the ground.
Hu Biao could see it quite clearly, even if his head was chopped off.
The frozen expression on Zhu DaDa's face was still full of uncompromising murderous intent, with his hair and beard spread out.
At most, after a few seconds, they desperately drove their horses towards their opponents to kill both sides. The two teams had already passed each other.
The second cavalry team had already broken through several times its opponents.
Logically speaking, the Turkic cavalry who had just clashed with them were temporarily thrown away; because the other party needed to slow down their horses, turn around, regroup, and then catch up, this series of adjustments took a while.
In a short period of time, it would be impossible to pose a threat to Hu Biao and the others.
Just to achieve this, the Second Cavalry of Xuange Camp paid a huge price.
There were 22 people left in the team, and only Zhang Tiezhu was left with one left arm, holding in one hand his precious horse, which he treated like his wife.
Facing a team that was now reduced by one-third, almost everyone on the outside of the arrow array was injured.
Without looking back, he shouted: "Keep charging, Xuan Ge camp will advance or retreat~"
After Huang Yizhi and Lang Qing looked at each other, they didn't know what they were saying, but together with the other two netizens, the four of them still awkwardly slapped their horses and stepped forward to make up for it, so that the incomplete arrow tip took shape again...
Two minutes later, another group of seventy or eighty Tuyuhun cavalrymen came forward with diagonal thrusts while beating their horses desperately.
The one who was so stubborn was blocked in front of everyone again.
Zhang Tiezhu, who was taking the lead, suddenly threw the horse spear in his hand, directly stabbing an opponent wearing leather armor to death.
With his backhand, he pulled out a spare horizontal knife from the edge of the saddle.
But in the next second, Zhang Tiezhu's scary face with scars became even more eye-catching because of its distortion.
A Tuyuhun man came charging from the left, and the spear in his hand had penetrated deeply into his waist through the gap in the armor.
Suddenly Zhang Tiezhu, Zhang Tou, this old pawn who was once so powerful that he seemed to be omnipotent in Hu Biao's rookie eyes turned over and fell.
When he fell off the horse, his only left arm still grasped the gun shaft pierced into his waist, and he fell off the horse with his opponent who had no time to release the weapon.
Then, no one came to save him.
It's not that he doesn't want to save, but Zhang Tiezhu told everyone before setting off that except for Hu Biao, who was carrying the baggage, no one else should save anyone after he fell.
There will be no other consequences except that one more person dies.
When Liang Daya, who was closest to him, saw this, he kicked the horse's belly hard with his legs, causing the horse that was running wildly under his crotch to go a little faster, and then hit the arrow position where Zhang Tiezhu was.
The horizontal knife in his hand struck another Tyuhun man in the face.
At the same time, in a tone that was almost the same as Zhang Tiezhu, the leader of the team, he yelled: "Come on, Xuan Ge camp will advance or retreat."
The cry in his roar showed that he didn't want to save Zhang Tiezhu, an old friend of decades, but he just knew that he couldn't save him.
Just a few seconds later, this wave of Tuyuhun cavalry was completely defeated by the second cavalry team.
But at this point, there were only 18 people left in the team, and 4 people died in the battle, including Huang Yizhi, a fat man weighing more than 200 kilograms.
After his flexible body on the ground was replaced by a bumpy horseback, he felt extremely sluggish.
After this unlucky guy was hit with a hammer on his helmet, a large piece of the iron helmet was dented; so Huang Yizhi saved his life on the spot and died with a look of horror and anger on his face.
Frightened, it comes from being frightened.
Angry words? That was the shot he fired on the bumpy horseback just a second before his death. The target missed somewhere and did not even hurt the opponent's hair.
Damn it! Who else would not feel so aggrieved after encountering such a bad thing?
For the remaining netizens, after defeating the enemy formation, they faced a more cruel problem. Currently, there are only 6 veterans left, and it is impossible to maintain the arrow formation.
After looking at each other, the warehouse manager, Fengrui, and several other netizens cursed something unknown.
They all tried their best to control the horses under their crotches, and also moved up to the incomplete position of the arrow array.
Even though they actually knew that as a rookie, their performance should not be any better than that of Huang Yizhi; but at such a time, there was an inexplicable power that made them brave.
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In the next ten minutes, Hu Biao's team had two more battles with the Tubo people on the way forward.
Every brief collision was extremely bloody and cruel.
For example, the Tubo people are good at using a weapon called Udo, which is actually a sling bag used to throw stones. It spins and throws a stone.
Regardless of the use of this thing on the battlefield, it may even sound a bit ridiculous; but the damage caused is not ridiculous at all, it is also very deadly.
The stones thrown by the Tibetan people with Udo are about the size of table tennis balls, and their accuracy is terrifying.
When the two sides were about thirty meters apart, a pile of black rocks flew over; Liang Daya, who was at the arrow position, was hit on the face, and his iconic front teeth were blown away.
Lost consciousness in severe pain, he was stabbed by two spears, knocking off the horse.
The one-eyed dragon didn't even think about it and just pushed forward.
But before that, there were already more than a dozen wounds on his body, and soon he fell off his horse with eyes full of reluctance.
At this point, all the veterans of the second cavalry team of Xuange Camp were killed in the battle, and among the 8 netizens left, the sharp instinct was at the position of the arrow.
The remaining people barely maintained the appearance of an arrow array.
The moment he climbed up, Fengrui, like every old pawn who climbed up, shouted: "Come on, Xuan Ge camp is advancing but not retreating~"
The difference was that after at most two seconds, his Tianling Gai was smashed to pieces by the enemy general.
I don't know if it was because of the other party's quick movements, but at the moment of his death, Fengrui was still thinking about whether Lang Qing, the younger brother at the sewage treatment plant, who was behind him, could take over his position in time.
Because at this moment, he completely lost all consciousness in his mind.
I didn't hear Lang Qing's mouth shout out a command from Xuange camp woven with blood and tears...
Of course Lang Qing shouted, because only by shouting, "Charge, Xuange camp will advance or retreat" can he overcome the fear in his heart.
When Lang Qing came up, the warehouse manager behind him was actually ready to take over.
Be prepared that novices like them will die in a blink of an eye when faced with the powerful Tubo people.
But even so, they couldn't stop them from beating the horses and charging; because he didn't know when he started, he had already regarded himself as a member of the Xuan Ge camp.
