33. Chapter 33: Fighting against the chaos with swords and guns 3
Arrows were like rain, and the sharp arrows struck with cold light. This was a disaster, a disaster for the Shandong rebels. "Puff" sounds kept coming out, and groans and wailings filled the field.
Blood stained the ground red, and the relatively dry soil instantly turned into bloody mud. The arrows were inserted into the ground like sharp, deadly reeds, and the dead bodies stared straight at the blue sky.
"Mongolian Tatars, you bunch of bastards, how dare I fight you alone?" The thick voice still shouted loudly, and then even more verbal abuses.
"Second brother...I'm going to kill him." Hu Gechi couldn't stand hearing it anymore, so he picked up the knife and was about to step forward.
However, Zhenjin grabbed him and said, "Why bother with a dying person?" The dark brown eyes glowed with a bloodthirsty light, and he narrowed his eyes, "Keep shooting arrows."
The second round of arrows flew out, and the arrow feathers filled the sky like a deadly giant, and the sharp arrow tips were even more cold and fierce. There was another round of "Puff", and the moaning and wailing became even worse.
Zhenjin's eyes narrowed slightly, "Fifth brother, how are you?"
Hu Gechi looked disdainful, "Second brother, how can you ask me to kill you like this?"
Zhenjin glanced at him with a smile, "We Mongolian men can win without getting hurt. What's wrong with that?" He looked deeply at the city wall where countless corpses had fallen, "The Han people have
The book of war says that the greatest victory is if we can fight without losing any blood. As Mongolians, we naturally cannot lose to those Han people."
The second round of arrows had been fired, and most of the troops sent by Li Tan from Shandong Province had been killed by random arrows. A group of sturdy cavalry rushed out from the left at this time. The cavalry was fast, and the sabers in their hands were like those of the god of death.
Like a sickle, it cuts off the heads of enemy soldiers wherever it passes.
"Rebel, have you seen it?" One of the cavalrymen flew out and laughed wildly, "Li Tan, traitor, come out and die."
On the city wall, Li Tan narrowed his eyes, and a hint of sinisterness flashed across his cold face, "Set poison arrows."
As soon as he finished speaking, arrows flew out from the city wall, and the tips of the arrows were all glowing with green light. At a glance, you can tell that each of these arrows is coated with poison, presumably the one who saw the blood seal.
There is poison in the throat, and those who are hit by arrows will definitely die.
I only saw arrows shooting out from the city wall. As if they knew it in advance, the knights raised their whips and waved them towards the horse's butt. The horse neighed and galloped like the wind. The horse's hoofs were raised, and the dirt they had just stepped on the corpse was thrown away.
Bloody flesh and blood.
The smile on Zhenjin's lips grew wider, "Order the withdrawal of troops."
The spring breeze was still blowing slowly, and a burst of dust flew by, as if the fight just now had never happened. However, there were still broken limbs on the ground, soaked in blood and mud.
When Hu Gechi came back, Anuo was feeding the wolf cubs. He sneaked up behind Anuo and patted her shoulder suddenly, "Amul, I'm back."
Arnold rolled his eyes and put the wolf cub in his hand on the ground, "I know, I know." She just heard the sound of the retreating horn. Although she didn't quite understand the meaning of those horns, she heard the sound of staying outside the tent.
The soldiers knew that it was the news of a victorious return to camp.
Hu Gechi picked up Arnold. The armor on his body made Arnold's bones hurt. "Arnuo, the second brother said that according to the current situation, it won't be long before we can return with a great victory."
Arnold struggled and jumped to the ground. To put it simply, this was a war, and it was not so easy to go back. If possible, she really hoped to go back quickly, with Zhenjin and Hu Gechi.