Chapter 4: Beacon Fire (Part 4) The Turks under the wolf-headed banner were caught off guard. They did not expect that Qin Shubao led a team of two thousand people to dare to attack a team ten times their size. "Get out of the way of the horse's head, let's
Turn on the horse's head!" They ordered the fleeing army in their own language, but no one was willing to listen. The frightened tribal warriors were pushing and wailing in front of the military formation, which not only prevented the cavalry's horses from speeding up, but also made them unable to speed up.
Disrupted the main formation of the reinforcements
"Cut!" The Turkic Khan under the wolf's head gritted his teeth and spat out one word, then he suddenly lifted the reins and rushed towards Qin Shubao's horse. He could not let the opponent rush over like this, otherwise the Central Plains people would be able to defeat him just by rout.
His own team overran hundreds of guards. When they saw Khan taking the initiative to fight, they also rushed forward with shouts. They kicked the horse's belly with their heels and brandished their knives, cutting down all the living things in front of them. In an instant, they were in the chaos.
A bloody passage was opened
In order to maintain the entire group, they would not hesitate to bite the weakest ones to death. This is the wolf's way of survival. Both the murderer and the killed felt that it was just right. The defeated soldiers were frightened awake by the light of blood, and cried out to get out of the way of the two wings.
Those who really couldn't avoid it threw themselves on the ground with their heads in their hands, trying not to let themselves be trampled to death on the spot by the horses that were speeding towards their heads. Within a few breaths, the leading Turkic Khan and Qin Shubao met head-on. Neither of them hesitated.
Immediately swing the weapon towards the opponent's body
Qin Shubao's long spear was so fast that it was unbelievable that the Turkic Khan suffered a loss with his weapon, so he had to block it. He only heard a loud "canglang!" and the eight-foot-long spear roared in mid-air.
There was a pause, and at the same time, a prairie scimitar four feet long and three inches wide flew into the air.
"Ah--" The Turkic Khan lost his weapon and was like a wolf, waving his numb arms and pounced on Qin Shubao. General Qin Shubao shook his head and crossed, using his war horse to close the distance between the two.
Punch at the opponent's chest. The Turks were all wearing leather armor, which could protect them from stray arrows, but they could not protect themselves from the blows from blunt objects. Seeing that the Turkic Khan was about to be beaten to pieces by the gunmen, a white shadow suddenly flashed through the diagonal stabs.
, the fat yellow horse under Qin Shubao's crotch screamed and raised its front hooves, and knocked the owner on its back directly to the ground.
The sudden change made all the soldiers pale with fright. The soldiers following Qin Shubao instinctively turned their horses' heads to avoid trampling their own commander. The wolf cavalry following the Turkic Khan quickly mobilized their horses, trying to separate Qin Shubao's swords.
corpse
The yellow fat horse is one of the best horses in a thousand. It has cooperated with Qin Shubao for nearly ten years. It has never made such a mistake and got into trouble. It screamed and blocked Qin Shubao's side with its body, blocking the Turkic wolf cavalry that rushed towards him.
One, two, three, dozens of prairie scimitars that were originally intended to slash at Qin Shubao were all slashed on his body, and blood flowed like a waterfall. The yellow fat horse shook and collapsed. A wolf rider quickly jumped from its body.
He jumped up and down, trying to get ahead of his companions and perform miraculous feats. At the moment when the horse's hoof fell, the man saw a pair of shining golden maces.
Qin Shubao, who got up from the pool of blood, pulled out his golden mace from under the saddle, smashed the head of the horse that rushed in front of him with one mace, and beat the Turkic man on horseback to pieces with another mace before a new opponent could pounce on him.
, he roared angrily, rushed towards the wolf rider who was fighting with his own soldiers beside him, smashed his mace with both hands, smashed the man and his horse down, then broke two of the horse's legs, knocked away a scimitar, and jumped over.
The corpse lying on the ground leaned towards the Turkic Khan. A dozen Turkic warriors surrounded him, trying to block his way. They were either intercepted by Qin Shubao's soldiers, or were beaten to death by Qin Shubao himself.
In more than twenty years of military service, Qin Shubao had never suffered such a big loss. The death of Huang Fat Ma made him completely furious. His maces danced like spinning wheels, and he followed the Turkic Khan to break through the rebel army.
There were not many wolf cavalry coming up. They were blocked by Qin Shubao's personal guards and could no longer move forward. They could only stop and fight with the county soldiers to kill the enemy. We were stuck in one place and could no longer take into account the formation. Both sides of the queue were red.
I looked around, the scene was in chaos
Luo Shixin was only thirty steps away from Qin Shubao, but he just couldn't break through the thirty steps and routed his troops. The enemy's reinforcements, his own brothers, and countless people stood in front of his horse, leaving him no time to step forward to rescue him.
Without any effort left, a Turkic wolf rider rushed towards him with a machete. He was knocked away by him, but another wolf rider followed him and rushed towards him with a cry, like a moth to a flame.
"Keep the formation and move closer to me!" Luo Shixin once again provoked an enemy and turned to shout to his brothers. The number of enemy reinforcements was ten times that of the county soldiers. The strategy of using the broken troops to rush into the formation failed. He must hurry up as soon as possible.
Rescue Qin Shubao and then break away from the enemy
"Woo--Woo--Woo!" The solemn sound of the trumpet resounded across the battlefield. "Come closer to General Luo! Move closer to General Luo!" After hearing the sound of the horn, Zhang Jiang, Zhao Wei and others responded with sad and indignant shouts.
The enemy's county soldiers gathered their formation again, and headed by Luo Shixin, Zhang Jiang and others formed an iron hammer. This iron hammer once again hit the Turks and the defeated troops, smashing the obstacles in the way, and approached Qin Shubao, who was covered in blood.
However, in the blink of an eye, only three of Qin Shubao's bodyguards were left. One of the Turkic cavalry rushed towards him with a sword. Qin Shubao jumped to avoid the horse's head, and then swept it with his mace, directly breaking the enemy's spine and breaking the one closest to him.
The soldier stretched out his hand to grab the horse's reins, "Quick, second brother, get on the horse!" As soon as he finished speaking, there was another white shadow in the diagonal stab, and the war horse that had been grabbed by the reins and the mount under the soldier's crotch stood up at the same time.
"Hey - yo!" the two war horses whined, their bodies trembling. Qin Shubao stepped forward and used the golden mace in his left hand to support the brother who was about to fall off the horse. The golden mace in his right hand swept him backwards and swept him into the air. The white shadow turned in the middle, avoiding
Open the gold mace and pounce on the mounts of the other two soldiers.
The white light was like a ghost. Wherever it floated, the war horses would automatically avoid it. Not only the mounts of the county soldiers were frightened, but most of the Turkic war horses also hesitated. While everyone was stunned, they were attacked by Qin Shubao earlier.
The Turkic Khan who had been repelled rushed forward with several soldiers. Each of them had a hard spear in his hand and took Qin Shubao directly.
"Second brother, be careful!" Three soldiers jumped off their mounts and guarded Qin Shubao. Their blood stained the spear shafts red. Qin Shubao jumped over the body of a brother and knocked over the proud wolf rider with his mace.
The bloody spear stabbed his shoulder. Qin Shubao smashed it with his mace, and then smashed the head of another horse that was sneaking up on him with his mace.
The Turkic warrior who did not react quickly fell off his horse. Qin Shubao stamped his neck and then stepped over the horse's corpse to meet the Turkic Khan. The Khan who wanted to take advantage did not expect that Qin Shubao would be so brave even after being injured.
"Ah-ah" shouted, and danced the wooden spear into the wind. Qin Shubao dodged the tip of the spear, took a step forward, and swung his mace at the opponent's horse's neck.
At this moment, the white shadow floated back again. Qin Shubao heard the exclamation behind him, and had to withdraw his golden mace and rush to avoid the ghost. It landed where he had just stood. It was as light as a feather, but this "feather"
It's so big that it's about the size of a half-year-old foal. It's body is as white as snow under the moonlight, with only two dots of gold shining in its eyes, as bright as lightning.
"Wolf!" Qin Shubao suddenly remembered the story that Xuzi once told him. The Turks respected wolves. This silver wolf as big as a colt was obviously guarding the tribe's sacred object. The strange thing about the horse losing control just now must be it.
A strange cold feeling spread from his forehead to the soles of his feet. Facing those golden eyes, Qin Shubao, who was usually fearless, could not even lift his mace.
"Ouch--" The Silver Wolf King let out a long howl, which shocked the enemy and our war horses that rushed forward to stop. The next moment, it jumped up in the air and pounced on Qin Shubao like lightning. At the same time, the cunning Turkic Khan jumped
He got off his mount and stabbed Qin Shubao in the lower abdomen with a spear with a flat end.
"Shameless!" Luo Shixin shouted loudly, twenty steps away, but the horse on his crotch refused to come forward no matter how much he urged him. He saw Qin Shubao fighting one against two, and first avoided the bloody mouth of the Silver Wolf King.
, and knocked the Turkic Khan away with a full-strength stab. Before Qin Shubao could fight back, the Silver Wolf King pounced from behind again. After getting a chance to breathe, the Turkic Khan picked up a scimitar from the corpse and pounced on Qin Shubao again.
"Cang!" Qin Shubao knocked away the Turkic Khan's scimitar, but the Silver Wolf King bit his calf. His body swayed in pain, and he squatted down. The Turkic Khan grinned and grabbed both his wrists. The Silver Wolf King
Roaring and showing bloody fangs
The county soldiers jumped off their horses and rushed forward desperately to rescue the Turks. They also jumped off their horses and laughed wildly to keep them away. These bloodthirsty people wanted to see their patron saint bite Qin Shubao's neck. That would mean that their tribe would be given a gift.
The greatest blessing
At this moment, the Silver Wolf King suddenly closed its mouth. It gave up on the prey it had obtained, raised its head, and looked out of the crowd with wide eyes. "Bite him to death, bite him to death quickly!" Qin Shubao was fighting for weapons with Qin Shubao.
The Turkic Khan begged hoarsely. He was far less powerful than Qin Shubao. Although he had the upper hand for the time being, veins were already popping up on his forehead.
"Ouch - Wu - Wu" the Silver Wolf King let out another long howl, and the murderous aura in his body disappeared instantly. It gave up on Qin Shubao, ignored the exhausted Turkic Khan, and jumped out of the crowd like electricity. The extremely nervous soldiers of both sides were stunned.
Unable to react correctly for a while, he could only watch helplessly as it broke out a passage between the two armies and pounced on a black horse that was rushing in the distance.
"Gan Luo! It's really you!" Under the starlight, a trembling voice said, "Woo-wu!" The howl of the Silver Wolf King turned into a grievance whine. It raised its head and used its front paws to catch the jump.
The chest of the black-armored general who dismounted from the war horse had tears flashing in his eyes, like a wronged puppy.
Drunkard's note: Yesterday, I yelled on the streets of Melbourne for two hours, and my voice became hoarse. Although those Western prostitutes still talked nonsense, the Chinese elite still looked at these more than ten thousand passionate brothers with contempt. After all, we did what we could.
