Qin Yuan looked sadly at the soldiers gathered around him. In just a moment, there were more than 800 people gathered, but less than half of them were equipped with weapons.
"Papa -" He lightly patted the war horse twice and raised the sword in his hand high. It was like a torch lit in the dark night, instantly attracting the attention of all the Prince's Army soldiers.
"Those with weapons are in front——"
Whoosh, whoosh, there was a sporadic sound of footsteps.
With Qin Yuan here, these anxious prince army seemed to have found a backbone, and their mood became much calmer.
Nearly four hundred men and horses quickly formed a square formation behind Qin Yuan. "Those without troops are behind, take turns to replace them, go forward and follow up, follow me to kill -"
Looking at the prince's army rushing towards them, Chen An's face darkened. He knew that he had made an unforgivable mistake. He should not have arranged the entire army in formation, but should have divided some of his troops to attack them.
This is not a confrontation between two armies in the normal sense. The other side is just a group of defeated soldiers who are losing their minds. As long as they allocate some troops and make a sudden attack, everything will be over. Now, it is trouble.
Fortunately, he still has a large number of crossbowmen under his command. Zhang He, Zhang Fuyang and Chen An himself, 70% of the crossbowmen at the head of the three battalions are all under the control of Chen An.
Chen An raised his right hand with a solemn look on his face, and the sword he raised high flashed with a cold light in the sun, "Fire the arrow! Shoot for me -" He slashed hard, and the blade pointed directly at Qin Yuan who was charging towards him.
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As Chen An raised his sword, the thousands of archers behind him bent their bows in their hands, and drew sharp arrows from the quiver and buckled them on the strings.
Each archer has a cold expression, his eyes are slightly narrowed, and he stares at the target in front of him without any emotion. With both arms exerted, amidst the crunching sound of the bowstring tightening, the long bow is drawn like a full moon——
Following the command, everyone released their right hands at the same time, and where the bowstring sounded, a sharp and sharp whistle cut through the sky.
More than a thousand eagle-feathered arrows, with endless murderous intent, instantly flew to the top of Qin Yuan's head, and then struck down viciously like hailstones. The thin rain of arrows merged into a dark cloud, almost covering the entire area.
Sky.
Qin Yuan raised his head and revealed, his eyes widened as he stared at the "rain" falling from the sky.
Damn it! I am an elite member of the Great Zhou Dynasty. When have I ever suffered the loss of equipment? The soldiers who are dying now are really useless.
Miserable howls rose into the night. The soldiers behind Qin Yuan who had weapons in hand were better off. They could at least use their weapons to fire arrows, which was better than nothing. But the hundreds of empty-handed soldiers behind them were correspondingly miserable.
You can only use your own flesh and blood to resist the ravage and destruction of arrows.
Qin Yuan took a deep breath and stared at Chen An with evil eyes. He wanted to kill this extremely hateful guy with a knife.
However, after one wave, two waves, and with a sound of "coax...", the team behind Qin Yuan dispersed.
More than half of the eight hundred soldiers had fallen, and the remaining ones would rather turn around and run back, or surrender directly, rather than die in vain again.
"Keep shooting arrows——"
Looking at Qin Yuan who continued to rush towards the meteor, Chen An's angular face became more and more serious, and he held the big knife tightly in his hand.
One hundred steps - eighty steps - fifty steps -
Qin Yuan was covered with arrows, and he was so desperate that he could not withstand the pressure of "die in vain" and retreated.
More than a dozen arrows were hung on the armor, and almost every arrow had faint traces of blood seeping out.
An explosive roar resounded behind Qin Yuan. Then there was a "clack-clack" sound of horse hooves, and two hundred light cavalry flew out and rushed towards the 300 or so Prince's troops who had fled back.
"surrender……"
"surrender……"
Completely collapsed, the more than 300 Prince's Army soldiers who had just escaped death showed no intention of resisting. The cavalry were still hundreds of steps away, so they threw away their weapons one by one and squatted on the ground with their heads in their hands.
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"ah--"
With a roar of extreme pain, Qin Yuan did not even pull out the arrows on his body. He glared angrily at the soldiers who were squatting down with their heads in their hands. He yelled, yelled, and finally screamed in the sky. He rode his horse as fast as he flew, facing the enemy head-on.
He followed the incoming Song Army cavalry and killed them.
Chen An's arrows were like rain, and he couldn't get close at all. He could only pour his "death will" and anger on the cavalry.
It was like an extremely sharp knife thrust straight down into the center of the oncoming cavalry. The sword weighing dozens of kilograms in the hand swept left and right, breaking up the waves and killing those who stood in their way.
"Give me your life--" Seeing the men who rushed forward being swept off their horses one by one, a pro-soldier uncle roared angrily, with a headache in his heart like blood. The spear in his hand was straightened, and a line was drawn in the air.
The straight line was directed towards Qin Yuan's waist and abdomen, but at this moment he didn't care whether he was his opponent or not.
Take the shortest path between two points. This shot was so fast, but it couldn't hurt Qin Yuan at all.
Qin Yuan laughed loudly, with a hint of ferocity at the corner of his mouth. He turned his hands, and the heavy sword drew a strange arc in the air. The sharp blade struck straight at Du Bo's right shoulder, and the blade blocked it appropriately.
In the chest, it happened to knock the shot that Uncle Dub had stabbed.
Sensing that something was wrong, Du Bo was not afraid, and struggled to withdraw his spear. He thrust out his arms to catch Qin Yuan's sword as heavy as a mountain. He was picked by Zhu Biao to stand in front of the personal guard. He was a military lord in the Song Dynasty's personal army, and also
With his own pride, the burning desire to fight ignited in his eyes. Even if he is a warrior, he must have the courage of a warrior.
"Puff——" There was no violent sound of gold and iron, only a muffled sound.
The long gun in Dub's hand is not an ordinary iron gun, nor is it a hardwood gun like Feng Enjiang. It is a flower gun similar to the Chinese pewter pole in the previous life. The gun barrel is made of elastic cork and wrapped with a layer of iron wire.
Then wrap it with fine cloth, overturn the glue, and repeat this layer by layer three times. Although the weight is not heavy, the bearing capacity of the gun barrel is extremely high.
Qin Yuan struck like a thunderous blow, the sharp blade pressed the gun shaft and bent it straight down for more than half a foot, almost crushing Dub's head. But the rebound force of the wooden pole itself plus Dub's strength
The strength of his upper body and the two forces combined into one still allowed him to resolve the blow.
However, Qin Yuan's strong energy poured in through the wooden pole, which still made Dub's arms sore and weak, and his whole body could not help but tremble, as if a huge mountain was pressing on his chest in an instant.
Uncle Dub wanted to spit out a mouthful of blood immediately, and his body froze on the horse.
Another person in the team stared intently, with Qin Yuan's figure reflected in his deep eyes. He could see that his old friend was no match for this enemy general.
"Go to hell——"
The sword in Qin Yuan's hand was raised again, his eyes were filled with ferocious light, and he let out a hysterical roar "hissing" from his throat, making him look like a ferocious and devouring beast.
The sharp blade shined particularly brightly in the sunlight, and the light turned into a white line, and as fast as lightning, it slashed at Dub's head again.
"General, be careful—"
A Prince's Army soldier squatting on the ground suddenly shouted anxiously.
Qin Yuan looked back suddenly, and saw a dazzling silver light shooting towards him. Like thunder from the sky, the dazzling cold light flashed with fierce killing intent. The sharp edge went straight to his own chest and abdomen! Even if he could kill his face with a single sword.
Even if Dubbo dismounts, he will not be able to escape the fate of being pierced by the sharp edge!
"drink--"
Qin Yuan crossed his arms and struck the broadsword in front of him, immediately drawing a beautiful arc in the air and slashing back to meet the silver afterimage of the swift stab.
"Bang bang——"
There was a violent sound of gold and iron clashing. Qin Yuan felt his hands suddenly go numb, and the silver sharpness of the swift stab also suddenly stopped, but then the crimson red tassel suddenly unfolded in front of his eyes, bright and delicate red flying.
But it was another Du Bo who came to kill Hongying with a long spear of two feet!
Qin Yuan's eyes froze for an instant, and then a contemptuous smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Someone who can numb the jaws of his own hands with one shot must be a warrior of equal strength to him, but the person behind him is definitely not one of them. His beautiful shot was only able to be executed with the help of the momentum of the galloping war horse.
Qin Yuan himself stopped his horse when he received the shot, not to mention that the shot from behind also involved a sneak attack.
"Ah——" A scream came. Looking out of the corner of his eye, Qin Yuan saw the soldier who had just warned him, lying in a pool of blood. He rode past the body.
"Even if you two join forces, what's the fear of a certain family!" Qin Yuan burst into tears, laughing wildly, his eyes completely red. The death of the soldier made his hatred for this Song army reach a climax.
reached the pinnacle.
Another uncle rescued his companion, and his jumping heart finally calmed down. He took a few steps back from his horse. The two uncles lined up on the left and right, vaguely forming a right triangle with Qin Yuan.
"Herod-"
The heavy sword was raised high, "Brother, walk slowly, I will send these two thieves to go with you!"
His legs grabbed the horse's belly fiercely, and the horse stood upright. Qin Yuan raised his head to the sky and let out a loud roar. He glanced at the two uncles with contempt. "You will all die with me!" The horse fell to the ground with all four hooves.
Step on the meteor and rush forward.
"ha--"
Seeing Qin Yuan being so arrogant, the two uncles looked at each other, murderous intent burning endlessly in their four eyes. They both shouted loudly at the same time, turned their spears, and rode their horses to meet him.
——Destroy the enemy's front in full swing, and kill the general in front of the formation!
This is the greatest pursuit of a warrior in his life.
"Eh-"
Qin Yuan shouted like a tiger again, waving his arms, and the heavy thick-backed sword danced like a piece of light grass. The sharp cold light flashed, and the heavy sword head whizzed and circled with Qin Yuan's body in the center, sharp and bright.
The blade split the air, sending out bursts of piercing screams.
"Ha~"
Seeing Qin Yuan's terrifying momentum, the two uncles were not afraid, and faced each other head-on with their spears dancing. In an instant, the three horses were able to meet each other——
"call--"
"When-when-"
In the flash of lightning, a broadsword and two spears collided fiercely.
The sound of Qin Yuan's sword was astonishing, as if it was about to split a mountain, and the heavy blade made a whistling sound. At this moment, the space where the blade touched seemed to be smashed into a hole.
Come. (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!)
