The Turks under the wolf-head banner were caught off guard. They did not expect that Qin Shubao would lead a team of two thousand people and dare to attack a team ten times their size. "Get out of the way of the horse's head, get out of the way of the horse's head!" they used
The native language gave orders to the fleeing army, but no one was willing to listen. The frightened tribal warriors pushed and wailed in front of the military formation, which not only prevented the cavalry horses from speeding up, but also disrupted the main formation of the reinforcements.
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"Cut!" The Turkic Khan under the wolf's head gritted his teeth and spat out one word, then he suddenly picked up the reins and rushed towards Qin Shubao's horse. We couldn't let the opponent rush over like this, otherwise he would just defeat the troops without waiting for the Central Plains people to take action.
They overwhelmed their own team. Seeing Khan taking the initiative to fight, hundreds of guards also rushed forward with shouts. They kicked the horse's belly with their heels and brandished their knives, cutting down all the living creatures in front of them. In an instant, they were
The rebel army opened a bloody passage.
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, and both the murderer and the slain feel that it is perfectly justified. The defeated soldiers were frightened awake by the light of blood, and cried to the two wings.
Get out of the way. 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. Who among the two
Without hesitation, they immediately swung the weapon towards the opponent's body.
Qin Shubao's long spear was so fast that it was unbelievable. The Turkic Khan suffered a loss with his weapons and had to change his stance. He only heard a loud noise of "canglang!" and the eight-foot-long spear rattled in mid-air.
There was a sudden 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 sore and numb arms, and rushed towards Qin Shubao. Qin Shubao shook his long arm, crossed it, and used his war horse to close the distance between the two.
He pounded hard on the opponent's chest. The Turks wore leather armor, which could protect them from stray arrows, but they could not defend themselves against blows from blunt objects. Seeing that the Turks Khan was about to be beaten to the point of breaking his muscles and bones, a white streak suddenly appeared in the diagonal stab.
The shadow flashed by, and the fat yellow horse under Qin Shubao's crotch screamed and raised its front hooves, knocking the owner on its back directly to the ground.
The sudden change shocked everyone. The soldiers following Qin Shubao instinctively turned their horses' heads to avoid trampling their commander. The wolf cavalry following the Turkic Khan quickly mobilized their horses, trying to kill Qin Shubao.
Dismember the body.
The yellow fat horse is one of the best horses in a thousand. It has been working with Qin Shubao for nearly ten years and has never made such a mistake. When it got into trouble, it screamed and blocked Qin Shubao with its body, blocking the Turkic wolf that rushed towards him.
Riding. One, two, three, or more than a dozen grassland scimitars originally slashed at Qin Shubao's body. The blood flowed like a waterfall, and the yellow fat horse shook and collapsed. A wolf rider
He quickly jumped over its body, trying to get ahead of his companions and perform miraculous feats. The moment the horse's hooves fell, the man saw a pair of shining golden maces.
Qin Shubao, who got up from the pool of blood, pulled out a golden mace from under the saddle, smashed the head of the horse that rushed in front of him with one mace, and broke the bones of the Turkic man on the horse with another mace. Before the new opponent could pounce,
He came up, roared angrily, and rushed towards the wolf rider who was fighting with his own soldiers beside him. He smashed his mace with both hands, smashing the man and his horse down. Then he broke off two horse legs and knocked away a scimitar.
He jumped over the corpse lying on the ground and leaned towards the Turkic Khan. A dozen Turkic warriors surrounded him and tried to block his way. They were either intercepted by Qin Shubao's soldiers or beaten to death by Qin Shubao himself.
In more than 20 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, fighting for death. He followed the Turkic Khan and broke through the chaos.
The number of wolf cavalry that the army came up to was not large. They were blocked by Qin Shubao's personal guards and could not continue to advance. They could only stop and fight with the county soldiers. The enemy and we were stuck in one place, and we could no longer take into account the formation and formation.
.Both sides were red-eyed and the scene was chaotic.
Luo Shixin was only about thirty steps away from Qin Shubao, but he just couldn't break through the distance. Countless people including broken troops, enemy reinforcements, and his own brothers stood in front of his horse, leaving him no time to step forward to rescue him.
But he couldn't exert even half of his strength. A Turkic wolf rider brandished a scimitar and rushed towards him, but he flew him away. But immediately after, another wolf rider shouted and pounced on him, like a moth to a flame.
"Keep the formation and come closer to me!" Luo Shixin once again picked off an enemy and turned to shout to the brothers beside him. The enemy's reinforcements were ten times the number of county soldiers. The strategy of using the broken troops to rush into the formation failed. He must
Rescue Qin Shubao as soon as possible and then break away from the enemy.
"Woo--Woo--Woo!" The solemn sound of the trumpet resounded across the battlefield. "Get closer to General Luo! Move closer to General Luo!" After hearing the sound of the horn, Zhang Hong, Zhao Wei and others responded with sad and indignant shouts.
.The county soldiers who were not trapped in the enemy's position regrouped their formation, and headed by Luo Shixin, Zhang Hong and others formed an iron hammer. This iron hammer once again smashed at the Turks and the defeated soldiers, smashing the obstacles in the way and killing them when they got close.
Qin Shubao was covered in blood.
But in the blink of an eye, only three of Qin Shubao's personal guards were left. A 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. He left him.
The closest soldier reached out and grabbed 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. The war horse that had been grabbed by the reins and the mount under the soldier's crotch stood up at the same time.
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"Hey - yo!" the two war horses whined, their bodies trembling. Qin Shubao stepped forward, used the golden mace in his left hand to support the brother who was about to fall off the horse, and swept the golden mace in his right hand backward. He swept the space, and the white shadow turned midway
, avoiding the golden mace, and pounced 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, the horses that had been beaten earlier were frightened.
The Turkic Khan, who Qin Shubao had repulsed, rushed forward with several soldiers. Each of them had a spear in his hand and took Qin Shubao directly.
"Second brother, be careful!" Three soldiers jumped off their mounts and protected 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.
A spear dripping with blood 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, and Qin Shubao stamped his neck. Then he stepped over the horse's corpse and faced the Turkic Khan. The Khan who wanted to take advantage did not expect that Qin Shubao would still be like this after being injured.
Bravely, he yelled "Ah-ah" and danced the wooden spear so loudly that the wind roared. Qin Shubao dodged the tip of the spear, took a step forward, and swung his mace to hit 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 it. The ghost fell down where he had just stood, as light as a feather. But this one
The "feather" was so big that it was about the size of a half-year-old foal. It was as white as snow under the moonlight, with only two dots of gold shining in a pair of eyes, as bright as lightning.
"Wolf!" Qin Shubao suddenly remembered the story Xuzi once told him. Turkic people respect wolves. This silver wolf as big as a colt is obviously a sacred object guarding the tribe. The strange thing about the horse losing control just now is also certain.
It was its masterpiece. An extremely 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 frightened the enemy and our 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 Turk could
Khan jumped off his mount and stabbed Qin Shubao in the lower abdomen with his flat-end spear.
"Shameless!" Luo Shixin yelled and cursed twenty steps away, but the horse on his crotch refused to come forward no matter how much he urged. Before his eyes, he saw Qin Shubao fighting one against two, first dodging the blood of the Silver Wolf King.
With a big mouthful, he knocked away the Turkic Khan's full thrust. 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.
"Dang!" Qin Shubao knocked away the Turkic Khan's scimitar, but the Silver Wolf King bit his calf. He swayed in pain and squatted down. The Turkic Khan grabbed his wrists with a sinister smile, and Silver Wolf
The wolf king roared and revealed its bloody fangs.
The county soldiers jumped off their horses and rushed forward desperately to rescue them. The Turks also jumped off their horses and laughed wildly to stop them. These bloodthirsty people wanted to see their patron saint bite Qin Shubao's neck. That meant that their tribe would
Be given the greatest blessing.
At this moment, the Silver Wolf King suddenly closed its huge mouth. It gave up on the prey it had already obtained, raised its head, and looked out of the crowd with wide eyes. "Kill him, bite him to death quickly!" It was fighting with Qin Shubao.
The Turkic Khan of Weapons begged at the top of his lungs. He was far less powerful than Qin Shubao. Although he had the upper hand temporarily, veins were already popping out on his forehead.
"Ouch - Woo - Woo" 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 lightning. The soldiers of both sides were extremely nervous.
Stunned, unable to react correctly for a moment, he could only watch helplessly as it broke a passage between the two armies and pounced on a black horse hurriedly approaching 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. It raised its head and held it with its front paws.
The chest of the black-armored general jumped off his horse, tears flashing in his eyes, like a wronged puppy. (To be continued)
