Chapter 741 A slip of a step becomes an eternal hatred!
With the obstruction, Hu Qi's attack on the right wing, which was smooth as water, immediately slowed down. Several thousand cavalry commanders and hundreds of cavalry commanders rode forward to get rid of the Han generals, but they could not deliver two moves. The Han generals only needed to feel their opponents for a moment.
If it is difficult to solve for a while, he will shrink back and hide among his subordinates behind him to avoid the battle.
As the commander of the Hu Cavalry on the right wing, Hululuomen certainly saw this obstacle. Without breaking up and killing this small group of Han troops, the offensive on the right wing would not be able to go smoothly again. He killed a few of them easily.
The Han army soldiers were panicking and could not choose their way out. Hululuomen rushed over on Pegasus and shouted "get out of the way" before leaping on their horses and striking with their axes.
With a sound of "噌!", the sword and the ax clashed with each other, and it was split open. Hulu Luomen turned around with a relaxed expression on his face, staring closely at his opponent, and a contemptuous smile hung at the corner of his mouth.
The Han general had a large sword that he got from a soldier. The head of the sword was like a dog chewing it, with a big gap missing.
"Ah -" the Han general roared sharply, and then raised his sword to kill him. He tried his best, and he had no choice but to fight. For this reason, he dared to pull the emperor off his horse even if he was killed, and he had to find someone to back him up. This was all the feelings in the Han general's heart.
desire.
"Haha, the Han dog is looking for death. Grandpa is here to give you a ride."
"Kill!" Just as Hu Luluomen took action himself, Hu Qi's attack on the left wing had already started smoothly. Hu Jie Tan's martial arts was not very strong, but at this time he was leading the charge with his machete.
At the front.
"Kill!" Hu Jietan stared straight at the big tent in the front. His scimitar danced even faster, opening and closing widely, coupled with the powerful impact of the war horse under his crotch. Wherever it passed, it left a trail.
Meat stumps!
The white-robed priest accompanying him had a scimitar in his hand that was even more sharp. The cold light and lightning could not be approached by anyone within a radius of about ten feet. Everything the light passed through was cut in two.
"Huh? It turns out that the Dharma King and His Holiness have already arrived. No wonder..." No wonder the tens of thousands of Han troops arrived so quickly. It turns out that the general has died. Hu Jie Tan suddenly realized it while talking.
"Pikemen, spearmen, and swordsmen move forward in a line, with the infantry archers behind, and the swordsmen in the center to protect -"
In the chaos of the Han army, someone still stood up and roared loudly, with a tone full of sadness and sorrow! Judging from the fine iron scale armor, this person looked like a middle-level officer at the level of Marching Sima.
Dozens of disheveled Han troops gathered in front of this Han army officer, but most of them were holding swords. Only eleven or two of them were holding spears, spears, and broadswords.
In a sudden attack, in order to escape from the tent as quickly as possible in panic, a few people were still carrying the big swords and spears that were in the way, so the swords that were close to the body were in better condition.
As for crossbows, let alone mention them. Shields are also very few!
His eyes were cracked with anger. The officer screamed again, but in addition to forty or fifty more swordsmen, the spears and arrows were still missing!
"I'm going to die too!" he lamented, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of the officer's mouth. His eyes, which were filled with a glimmer of hope just now, seemed to have lost all their aura in an instant and became dim.
Turning back, he took one last look at the rising morning sun. The officer was silent for a moment, and then like a wounded lone wolf, he let out the most hysterical roar: "Formation - fight to the death -"
"Want to fight for your life?" Hu Jietan smiled solemnly, slightly showing his teeth, his snow-white and dark eyes. Two cold gazes stared directly at the chest of the Han army leader. In his right hand, he held a sharp gun under his ribs.
The tip of the gun pointed diagonally towards the ground.
"Fight to the death——"
"Fight to the death——"
As if infected by the officer's desperate call, an unknown force slowly rose in the hearts of the nearly a hundred remaining Han soldiers, and the endless fear and uneasiness quietly receded.
The desperate perseverance burned in their eyes. The Han and the Hu are not at odds, and the Han and the Hu are not at odds. The passion, pride and unyielding of the conflict between the nations once again spread and stirred in their chests, "Fight to the death - don't retreat -"
"kill--"
Hu Jietan roared and took the lead to break into the group of Han soldiers in front of him. His murderous intention was directed at the Han army officer. At this moment, no one could stop him.
The spear swept diagonally across a semicircle in front of the horse from bottom to top, and the sharp tip of the spear brought out a white light, like lightning cutting through the night——
"Ah - acridine -"
Screams rang out, and before the spears in the hands of the three Han soldiers had time to pierce out, they were knocked far away by the spears swept by Hu Jietan. The spear points had not stopped moving, and they flew from here as fast as lightning.
Three Han soldiers slipped inside.
The splattered blood stained the front hooves of Hujietan's horse red again. The Han soldier in the middle whose belly was slashed diagonally by the spear tip had no time to lay his hands on his belly, and was tragically trampled by the horse.
Under the hoof, it was like a piece of rotten meat that fell to the ground and made no sound anymore.
Hu Jietan's martial arts skills can only be considered top-notch, not worth mentioning in this world of martial arts, but it would be extremely easy to deal with a group of pawns if he put all his strength into it.
The horse rode long, and the sharp spear trembled out, like a huge flower, drawing graceful arcs in the air.
The icy cold light disappeared into the sky along with the lives lost one by one——
"Yeah--"
The Han army Sima slashed out with his sword, trying to block the cold light coming from the rapid thrust. At the same time, he shifted his body and tried his best to retreat in the opposite direction.
It's just that Hu Jietan's gun came too fast, and he was already close to him in a flash of cold light. The Han army officer's pupils suddenly shrank, and he gathered all his strength and hit the gun blade with the sword.
"Clang--" a crisp sound.
The spear point that was thrust straight into the chest could not help but deflect, but it only missed by three inches and pierced the officer's left chest diagonally. The sharp spear point instantly pierced through the scales and went straight through the back.
"Pfft——" Blood splattered everywhere.
"Ah -" The severe pain made the Han army officer scream in agony, and he lowered his head and glanced at his chest, his eyes once again showing endless madness and destruction.
With one hand, he grabbed the barrel of the gun that was buried in his chest. The officer roared and slashed at Hu Jietan with his sword, "Let's die together——"
"Creak——"
Hu Jietan didn't even look at the Yan Ling Dao he had chopped off. He struggled with his hands. The shaft of the spear in his hand, which was made of a three-inch-diameter century-old oak tree, instantly bent into an arc. The man hanging on the head of the spear
The military officer immediately lifted his feet off the ground, like a stone thrown by a trebuchet. It rebounded with great force and flew out.
"puff--"
The cold light flashed again, and the sharp spear blade plunged into the chest of another Han soldier who was attacking. The figure of the Han soldier running forward seemed to have hit an invisible wall of energy. He suddenly paused and then followed the spear.
He pulled away, took a staggering step back, and then collapsed weakly.
Iron hooves galloping, sabers danced wildly, and the black and brown torrent gathered by the horsemen carried an unstoppable power across the entire scene. It was like a huge wave, slamming viciously on a pile of sand.
On the castle, the galloping Qingqi were like sharp boning knives, easily cutting through the Han army's obstruction and gouging out pieces of fat in their vital parts.
In an instant, the entire battlefield was churning like boiling water.
Blood splattered, miserable howls arose, and the people and horses fell into a mess amid the flash of swords. It was as if there was no other sound between heaven and earth at this moment. Only the sound of brutal killing was the mainstream.
Since the death of that officer, the organized resistance at the front of the Han army has completely disintegrated. Although there are still many Han soldiers who are resisting desperately relying on their personal bravery, the mantis' arm cannot block the car. Unorganized resistance is destined to be organized.
The Qingqiu was crushed to pieces like a bug.
More Han soldiers had lost all thought of resisting. They just wanted to retreat into the Chinese army and survive. They fled towards the Chinese army's tent in embarrassment——
A true defeat!
The general died at the beginning of the battle, the officers died one after another, and the successive blows shattered the last resistance of these Han troops.
…
Yun Zheng finally gathered his own soldiers and rushed out. His whole expression was as cold as an ice statue carved from ten thousand years of black ice.
"Woo-"
"Dong dong dong——"
Inexplicably but passionately, the Han army's war drums and horns sounded one after another.
Hu Qi, who was charging wantonly, was shocked. It was the Han army, and they were about to react.
"Attack. Continue to attack -" Uwetuo yelled.
"Swordsmen—Pikemen—Front—"
"Archer—prepare—"
As horns and war drums rang out, majestic slogans sounded from the mountains not far away. The hot air suddenly became chilling.
There was the sound of weapons clashing and armor scraping. Just after escaping the disaster, hundreds of thousands of remnant soldiers at the front of the Han army who were slumped on the ground stood up one after another, and they involuntarily began to form an array.
Yunzheng's 500 soldiers, together with more than 2,000 fully-armored sergeants from the Chinese army, walked forward under Yunzheng's supervision.
Yun Zheng looked at the remnants of the retreating troops in front with a headache. In just a moment, the number of troops gathered exceeded a thousand, but less than 30% of them were equipped with weapons.
"Papa -" he 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 Han soldiers.
"Those with weapons are in front——"
Whoosh, whoosh, there was a sporadic sound of footsteps.
With the presence of Yun Zheng, these panic-stricken soldiers who had retreated from the front seemed to have found their backbone, and their moods suddenly became much calmer.
"Those who have no soldiers are behind, take turns to replenish their supplies, go forward and succeed - follow me to kill -"
A small group of Hu cavalry had already slipped past the two wings of Yunzheng's military formation. Although Yunzheng's camp was based on the Plum Blossom Formation, there was no real obstacle between the central army and the front.
——What kind of obstacle is a thin layer of fence? It is completely inferior to the surrounding camp fence.
Looking at Hu Qi, who was rushing to kill him, Yun Zheng's icy face only became even colder. He knew that he had made an unforgivable mistake. He thought he was safe in his own territory. He was really negligent.
.
One mistake will lead to eternal regret! I hope I can make up for it.
Otherwise, otherwise...the consequences would be unimaginable! Yun Zheng's heart felt as if it was tightly grasped by invisible hands. Thinking of the consequences only made him suffocate.
He raised his right hand with a solemn look on his face, and the sword he raised high flashed coldly under the white light of the morning sun, "Fire the arrow, shoot me -" He slashed hard, and the blade was pointed directly at the charging Hu Qi.
As long as our troops can survive two quarters of an hour, everything is possible.
As Yunzheng's sword slashed down, the 300 infantry archers with 3,000 troops behind them bent their bows in their hands, and drew out sharp arrows from the quiver and buckled them on the strings.
The expression of each archer is so indifferent, with his eyes slightly narrowed. 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.
——
Then the three hundred people let go almost at the same time, and when the bowstrings sounded, a sharp and sharp whistle cut through the sky.
"Whoosh--" Hundreds of powerful crossbow soldiers also triggered the crossbow machine. Three hundred sharp arrows were thrown, and hundreds of crossbow arrows flew flat.
However, at the same time, thousands of sharp arrows also carried endless murderous intent. They flew over the heads of the Han army in an instant, and then struck down viciously like hailstones. The thin rain of arrows merged into a dark cloud, and almost
Yu covered the sky that had just gained a hint of whiteness.
Yun Zheng raised his head and stared at the "yin rain" falling from the sky with his eyes wide open.
Damn it, when did the Han army suffer equipment losses against Hu Qi?
Miserable howls rose into the night. Most of them came from the defeated troops in the front. Those Han soldiers who still had weapons in their hands were better off. At least they could use their weapons to fire arrows, which was better than nothing. But the numbers behind them were
Bai Tongpao was correspondingly miserable. At this moment, he could only use his own flesh and blood to resist the ravage and destruction of the arrows.
Yun Zheng took a deep breath and stared with evil eyes at Hu Qi, who was riding towards him. He wanted to kill the golden-ringed Hu general who was leading the way with one strike.
"Go on - shoot the arrow -"
Looking at the meteors approaching at a rapid pace, the Hu cavalry and the Hu generals. Yun Zheng's angular face became more and more serious. He held his hands on the sword shaft, ready for battle.
One hundred steps—eighty steps—fifty steps—
"kill--"
A roar of thunder suddenly resounded from the side of Yunzheng. Then there was a "clack-clack" sound of horse hooves, and more than a hundred light cavalry flew out. They crossed diagonally across the front of the Han army's array——
"kill--"
There was another explosive roar. The leading general of the Yun family widened his eyes angrily.
This is the only cavalry among Yunzheng's soldiers. They are sent out at this time, not really to resist Hu Qi, but just to disrupt the rhythm of Hu Qi's attack. In other words, these hundred and ten people are thrown out
Death warrior. Sacrifice for the purpose!
In the short distance of thirty to fifty steps, the Han cavalry came so fast that the Hu cavalry had no time to rush over. The pro-army leaders immediately adjusted their position, and more than a hundred light cavalry faced the rolling Hu cavalry army.
, bumped into it without fear.
"kill--"
Bald Arc glared angrily, and roared like a flying horse. Like an extremely sharp knife, it stabbed straight down at the center of the Han cavalry. The fifty or sixty kilogram mace in his hand swept left and right, dividing the waves and catching those who blocked them.
Death.
"Give me your life -" Seeing the men who rushed forward being swept off their horses one by one, the general felt a headache as if he was bleeding. The spear in his hand was straightened, drawing a straight line in the air, heading straight for Tu Hu's waist and abdomen.
, but at this moment he couldn't care less about his opponent.
Take the shortest path between two points. This shot was so fast, but it couldn't hurt Tu Hu even a bit.
Tuhu snorted disdainfully, with a cruel smile hanging from the corner of his mouth. He turned his hands and drew a strange arc in the air with the heavy mace. The sharp spike struck the general's forehead, and the ax
The handle was placed in front of the chest just right, just in time to deflect the shot that the general shot.
Sensing that something was wrong, the general was undaunted and struggled to retract his spear. He stretched out his arms to catch Tu Hu's club as heavy as a mountain. A burning fighting spirit ignited in his eyes, since he was about to die.
, then one must have the courage to fight to the death.
"puff--"
There was no violent clash of gold and iron, only a muffled sound.
The spear in the general's hand is not an ordinary iron spear, but a tangerine gun like the spear in Hu Jietan's hand. Although it is not a century-old tangerine wood, it is also made of carefully selected high-quality materials. It is also wrapped with a layer of iron wire on the outside.
Then it is wrapped with fine cloth, the glue is overturned, and the fine cloth is compacted layer by layer. Although the final gun barrel is not heavy, its bearing capacity is extremely high.
In Tuhu's thunderous blow, the sharp spikes pressed the gun shaft and bent it straight down for more than half a foot, almost overwhelming the general's head. However, the rebound force of the trestle wood shaft plus the
Combining the strength of the two forces into one, he was able to resolve the axe.
However, Tu Hu's unparalleled strength still poured in through the wooden pole, which still made Qin Jiang's arms sore and weak, his chest even more sore, and his whole body could not help but tremble, as if there was a
It felt like a mountain was pressing down on him instantly, all the bones in his body were groaning, and the general froze instantly.
Yun Zheng's gaze was focused, and Tu Hu's figure was reflected in his deep eyes. At this moment, he even gave up commanding the troops.
Yun Zheng was not surprised at all by his general's sudden penetration, because this was what he had arranged. However, he swore to God in his heart that he would definitely avenge his general.
"Go to hell——"
The mace in Tu Hu's hand was raised again, his eyes were full of fierceness, and he let out a crazy roar "hissing" in his throat, and his whole person was like a ferocious and devouring beast.
The sharp spikes shone with dazzling light, slowly turning into a jet-black light, and as fast as lightning, he cut off the general's head again.
"Sir, be careful——"
An anxious voice came from behind Tu Hu.
Huoran raised his head and saw a dazzling green lightning flashing towards him. It was as powerful as thunder from the sky, extremely dazzling, and flashed with fierce killing intent.
The sharp edge went straight to the vital points of Tu Hu's chest and abdomen! Even if he could kill his relatives and generals with one strike, he himself would not be able to escape being pierced by the sharp edge!
"call--"
Bald Arc's arms crossed together, and the mace that he struck at the general immediately drew a beautiful arc in the air, and then whirled back to meet the green afterimage of the rapid stabbing attack.
"Bang bang——"
There was a fierce sound of gold and iron clashing. Tu Hu felt his hands suddenly go numb, and the green edge of the sharp stab suddenly paused, and then suddenly spread out in front of his eyes, and the electric snake flew.
But it’s a green-edged sword!
His bald eyes narrowed for a moment, and then a relaxed yet contemptuous smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
The person wielding the long sword on the battlefield must be a martial arts master of the Han people. But this almost sneak attack could not do anything to him. This person's strength is not as strong as that of the King of Dharma, and for His Holiness, he is not worth mentioning.
"Kill..." The sounds of killing came closer from the east and west sides of the Han camp.
