"Shop--" Losing the horse's war horse, miserable and stopped. The road of the Liao Kingdom who rushed over in the future was blocked, scolding the speed, Zhang Gong set up an arrow.
Before they could loosen their bow strings, four more men dressed as servants rushed out of the chicken feather shop holding two door panels. With lightning speed, they protected the men who had previously shot the Liao army with their bows.
A solid one.
"Lower down, don't stop me from shooting those Liao dogs!" the man with the bow reminded loudly, half of his body dodged out from the door panel, and continued to fire arrows of revenge at the Liao army.
In the blink of an eye, two more Liao soldiers were shot off their horses.
The formation of the Liao army immediately became chaotic, and they had to separate their forces to deal with the bow holders first. However, their shooting skills were obviously far different from those of the bow holders. The arrows fired in a hurry either hit the door panel,
Or it fell into the air, and none of them could hit the target.
"Rongwa is responsible for shooting arrows to plunder the formation. The others will come with me to kill the thieves!" Han Qing became energized. He turned his head and quickly adjusted his deployment. Then, while stimulating the horse to speed up, he raised his voice and directed towards everyone.
Shouting, "Run away! If you can't run away quickly, what are you waiting for!"
The traders and people, who had been frightened, suddenly came back to their senses. They screamed, picked up large and small packages, pulled up livestock and carriages, and ran away in all directions.
"Don't run, stop, stop and wait to be searched!" The Liao soldiers were so anxious that they slashed at the heads of the people with their steel knives.
They had no military pay for the war, and whether they lost or made money, they all relied on the harvest of looting. Therefore, when they saw the number of people and traders preparing to cross the river gradually increasing, they suddenly decided to kill people and buy goods.
If the common people and traders all ran away, their work today would be in vain. Those accomplices who were just shot to death would have to collect money for burial. Of course, they would not do this kind of loss-making business no matter what.
However, they have forgotten that the people and traders are not cattle and sheep.
Previously, the reason why most traders and people were kneeling on the ground and letting themselves be slaughtered was because no one took the lead in resisting.
At this moment, seeing Liao soldiers being shot off their horses by bow-wielders one after another, and several heroes with swords rushing over to fight with the Liao soldiers, how could the common people and traders continue to stay where they are and wait to die?
If you can avoid the Liao soldiers, do so immediately. If you can't avoid them, you can bravely raise your protective stick and beat the Liao soldiers randomly while trying to escape.
When a person is in a hurry, the potential he unleashes often exceeds his imagination. In the blink of an eye, there were two Liao soldiers slashing with swords, and the common people knocked down their mounts with sticks.
Immediately afterwards, dozens of pairs of big feet stepped on the fallen Liao soldiers, trampling them alive into meat buns without giving them any chance to stand up again to do evil.
When the rest of the Liao cavalry saw this, they immediately knew that public anger was hard to come by. They did not dare to stop the people and traders from escaping, and focused their energy first on dealing with the bow holders and Han Qing, who was charging towards them on horseback.
But the bow holder was a veteran on the battlefield. While setting up the arrow and loading the bow arm, he calmly glanced at Han Qing, and then an exclamation broke out from his mouth, "Jiajun, you
Why are you here?"
"If I hadn't been here today, you would have been captured alive!" Han Qing cursed the other person angrily and continued to approach the person on horseback.
The opponent was not an outsider, but his good brother Yang Xu, whom he had not seen for a long time. After hearing his words, he immediately laughed out loud, turned his head to look at his opponent, loosened his bowstring, and shot the sixth Liao soldier on his horse.
Down.
On the other side of the Liao soldiers, more than twenty feather arrows roared towards them. However, they were all blocked by the door panels erected by the Yang family's servants and did not touch even a single hair of Yang Xu.
"Give me a raid!" Han Qing ordered Yang Xu. He rode his horse and rushed past the man, avoiding the fleeing people, and went straight to a Liao general who was rushing towards Yang Xu. (Note: "Shijiang,"
ten people long)
There were people running for their lives in the middle, and there were various large and small packages left by the people on the ground. Neither the enemy nor our mounts could rush too fast.
At almost the same speed as walking, Han Qing and the general approached each other, then raised their swords and struck head-on.
Unlike the Shiwei and Xi tribes, the Khitan people are naturally tall. Those who can become generals have much higher physical strength than ordinary soldiers.
Therefore, that general was habitually preparing to knock down the opponent's steel sword with his strength, and then swing the sword across to chop off the opponent's head.
This trick is simple and efficient. He has successfully used it countless times, so it naturally became his first choice.
However, what he met today was Han Qing.
With a rich intake of nutrients since childhood and continuous martial arts training, Han Qing's physical strength was not inferior to that of any of his peers. After the fusion of the two souls, he also mastered the technique of exerting force more and more proficiently.
The steel knives of both sides collided in mid-air, and immediately made a crisp sound, "clang", and at the same time, sparks flew everywhere.
One of the steel knives was broken from it, the upper half flew upside down into the sky, and the lower half spiraled and fell to the ground.
Looking at the Liao general again, his hands were empty, his eyes were straight, and his face was full of disbelief.
On the battlefield, a snap of a finger can determine life or death. At the moment when the Liao general was in a daze, Han Qing slashed him with his sword and beheaded the man under his horse with his shoulder strap on his back.
"Whoosh -, whoosh -" Two cold arrows roared towards him, one flew past his neck, and the other shot a hole in the sleeve of his robe.
Without even looking, Han Qing rode his horse close to another Khitan soldier, raised his knife and chopped off the latter's saddle.
The streets ahead quickly became empty, and the people and vendors had either fled or took refuge in nearby chicken feather shops.
Two Khitan soldiers bent their bows and set arrows, trying to aim at him. However, Yang Xu shot one arrow at a time and quickly sent them back to their hometown.
Another six Khitan soldiers rushed forward on horseback, but were blocked by the guards led by Jin Xiaochen. The two sides rode their horses to attack each other in the narrow street, but neither of them could fully demonstrate their skills, and it was difficult to tell the winner for a while.
Han Qing found an opening, passed behind Jin Xiaochen, and met another opponent.
The latter rode a Li Yuncong and was nine feet tall. He carried a handful of caltrops in his hand. When he saw Han Qing fighting, he raised his hand and smashed it.
"Huh——" The eight-pound iron caltrop bone fell with the sound of wind. Whether it hit a person or a horse, its owner would be sure of victory.
Han Qing decisively pulled the reins of the big black horse under his crotch, and pulled the horse to stand up. The distance between the enemy and ourselves quickly widened, and the bones of iron caltrops flew past the front hooves of the big black horse, in vain.
"Ahhhhh--" The owner of the Caltrops Gudu failed to make a move, and was so uncomfortable that he opened his throat and roared fiercely.
Han Qing silently let go of the reins and tapped the stirrups with both feet. The big black horse under his crotch cooperated with him tacitly, immediately put down his front hooves, and suddenly accelerated.
The distance between the two sides quickly shortened to within five feet. The steel knife in Han Qing's hand used the speed of his horse to slash across the area, and before the owner of the caltrop bone could raise his weapon to parry, he cut off the man's head.
.
The blood splashed half a foot high, and then fell like a waterfall.
Han Qing rode his horse through the blood waterfall, looking for the next opponent. Four Khitan cavalry were bending their bows to shoot at Yang Xu. When they found that he had reached a position less than thirty steps away from him, they quickly dropped their bows and drew their swords.
Fight against.
Dou Rong rushed forward on horseback, raised her hand and fired a boomerang, hitting a cavalryman in the left eye of his mount.
The poor horse's eyeballs were shattered, and it roared in pain and raised its front hooves. In an instant, it threw the owner on its back to the street, with broken tendons and broken bones.
The path of the other three cavalrymen was blocked by the crazy horses and they had to adjust their direction. Before they could start to speed up again, two flying knives, an iron gall bladder and several horse-repelling nails hit their heads and feet one after another.
, smashing them so hard that they were in a hurry.
It was too late, but it was too late. Taking advantage of the three Liao soldiers who were forced to scramble by hidden weapons, Han Qing rode his horse and rushed to the latter's side with a knife. He raised the knife and chopped off the nearest Liao soldier.
Half of it.
Immediately afterwards, he swung his arms in a sweeping sweep, and the sharp blade cut off the leather armor, muscles, and bones, and cut a half-foot-deep wound on the second Liao soldier's chest from left to right.
In a blink of an eye, the four Liao soldiers were the last one left. This man was so frightened that he screamed, drew his horse and ran away. After less than twenty steps, he bumped into his own accomplice who was rushing towards him.
Upright.
"Ah——" The screams rang out again, and the two Liao soldiers who collided fell from their horses one after another. They were immediately trampled into a pulp by other members of their own race who rushed over.
"Kill him and keep that woman!" Yelv Tienu, the leader of the Liao Kingdom, who had reorganized his team, pointed the steel knife at Han Qing and roared fiercely. His two eyes as big as cow bells were full of anger.
In just fifteen or sixteen seconds, he actually killed nearly twenty brothers. His opponent was just two young men and a dozen famous servants.
If this news spreads, he, Yelv Tienu, will no longer hope to stand out in the army. Before promoting him, all his superiors will consider that his ability is not enough to take on important tasks.
"Sweep the formation and use muskets to deal with the horses. Our horses have been specially trained!" Han Qing warned Dou Rong, took a deep breath, and spurred his mount to accelerate again.
The street was narrow, and it was obviously too late to retreat with Dou Rong. Therefore, he could only raise his sword to fight.
As for the number of Liao troops on the opposite side, whether it is three or thirty, there is actually not much difference.
There are no more civilians between the two sides.
Both sides had no way to retreat, so they mobilized their mounts to speed up the confrontation.
At a distance of more than ten steps, the war horse only needs two snaps of his fingers, which is enough. The steel knife reflects the sun and emits a biting chill. The sound of human breathing is heavier than the sound of horse's hoofs hitting the ground.
"Poof!" Han Qing grabbed the chance to cut off the Liao cavalry closest to him before his opponent could hit him. Then he quickly twisted his body to avoid the approaching blade. He raised his arm and brought the steel knife with him.
The wind blew back and cut off an arm holding a knife.
"Bang -" Dou Rong lit the fire gun in time, making a deafening noise.
The Liao war horses surrounding Han Qing were frightened and screamed, slowing down their hooves. The weapon that could have hit Han Qing immediately fell into the air. The owner of the weapon was affected by the mount, and his movements were out of shape, and his arms were dodged.
Sour and numb.
"Death!" Han Qing waved his sword left and right, using a giant spirit move to clear the way. He disemboweled two Liao cavalrymen who were out of shape.
The area within five feet around him was instantly empty. Five feet away, Yelu Tienu, the furious leader of the Liao cavalry, roared loudly while trying to control his mount.
An arrow flew through the air and hit the man's throat.
