The ambush troops occupied a convenient location, but their numbers were far behind their opponents. Soon, the target of the feather arrows had to move from the bottom of the valley to the mountainside, and at certain forward positions, the county soldiers had already fought with the tribes that rushed up.
The samurai began to fight hand-to-hand.
Hand-to-hand combat is Luo Shixin's favorite. He prefers this kind of face-to-face fighting rather than hiding under a commander's command and dispatching the entire army. Especially when facing Turks who have no resemblance to himself, he is particularly easy to kill. Luo Shixin
He found that he already liked this kind of battle with foreign races. If he sent too many enemies to see the Queen of Hell in the Central Plains, he would have to be scolded by Zhang Xutuo or Qin Shubao. Even those who were about the same age as him
Li Xu always had a straight face and told him to stop killing. But it was different when fighting foreigners. Ever since the army passed Xinzhou, Li Xu had not said a word about his indiscriminate killing. But what Qin Shubao did
What's more, although he was unable to participate in the final battle due to his leg injury, he repeatedly told Luo Shixin that he should do his best to eliminate evil and make sure that the Turks would not dare to look south for the rest of their lives.
"The troubled times have come! If the Turks are allowed to retreat unscathed, the next time they come in, the entire Central Plains will be doomed!" Qin Shubao once said worriedly before bidding farewell to everyone. Luo Shixin understood the word "doomed", and around Guo County
, he once personally inspected the villages that had been looted by the Turks. It was more desolate than anything he could imagine. The huge villages seemed to have fallen from the world into hell, with no living people anymore. Occasionally, a few voices could be heard.
The screams were caused by wild dogs that had lost their masters and were fighting over a rotting corpse. The eyes of these animals turned green, like balls of floating will-o'-the-wisps.
A ball of will-o'-the-wisp floated over, it was a Turkic general. Peiro, whose helmet was decorated with two fox tails, led more than a hundred tribal warriors to rush to Luo Shixin, trying to seize the slope stuck at the throat of the valley.
This man was only a little over seven feet tall, but his shoulders were four feet wide. He had a pair of naked eyeballs, which emitted a faint blue light like a wolf. His howling was also like a wolf, shrill and long. The county soldiers had never heard this before.
Having seen a human being like this, I felt a little nervous. The arrows he fired in a hurry were deflected by Peluo the Turk with his leather shield, and they fell to the ground one after another.
"Ah - Ouch!" Turk Peluo howled loudly, and at the same time he hit the leather shield with his scimitar, making a thumping sound. More than a hundred tribal warriors who rushed in front of the county soldiers rushed forward quickly to the beat of drums.
The county soldiers stabbed them with spears, and a dozen warriors were stabbed in the chest by the spears, and died on the spot. The rest pushed the spears aside with their swords, and howled into the ranks of the county soldiers.
The long spears stabbed from all sides, turning a few tribal warriors who rushed too fast into a hornet's nest. The blood made a hissing sound and splashed everywhere. At the same time, gaps appeared in the formation of the county soldiers, and several figures
The strong warrior swung his sword in the gap, slashing out several waves of blood.
"Keep the formation, the first row retreats, the second row moves forward!" Luo Shixin shouted, reminding the brothers to pay attention to their cooperation. The rifle in his hand wandered around like an oolong, killing the incoming tribesmen.
The warriors turned into corpses one by one and were picked out. However, more and more Turks came running over, and each one risked his own life. Within a few breaths, the county soldiers were actually forced to retreat a dozen steps.
"Ah - Ouch - Ouch!" Turk Peluo looked up to the sky, revealing his blood-red teeth in the firelight. The scimitar and leather shield in his hands kept beating each other, like a war drum, adjusting the morale and morale of his subordinates.
The rhythm of the attack. Luo Shixin's eyes were attracted by his actions. He curled his lips and quickly pulled out the long spear from the corpse of a tribal warrior. Then he waved with one hand and threw the eight-foot long spear as a spear.
.
Chang Shan roared angrily in the air. The Turk Pei Luo, who was shouting, heard the screams of his soldiers and quickly raised his shield to save himself. The sharp blade hit the shield and tore the thick rawhide like paper.
, and then continued forward, leaning against Turk Pero's arm, stabbing him in the chest, penetrating two layers of leather armor, flesh and blood, ribs, and back, pushing him down and nailing him to the ground.
"Ah!" The shouting suddenly stopped. With a face full of disbelief, Turk Peiluo held the penis that had pierced his body with both hands and struggled desperately. Black blood flowed down his mouth, nostrils and ears.
It gurgled out, dyeing the dead branches and leaves around it red.
"Come on!" Luo Shixin opened his hand, and his soldier immediately handed over another long hardwood spear. Without even taking a single glance, Luo Shixin threw the long spear in his hand at another relatively gorgeously dressed Turkic man. The long spear was among countless others.
Under the person's gaze, it leaped a distance of more than twenty steps, knocked the target back quickly, and then hit a dead tree, firmly connecting the person's body to the trunk.
"Ah!" The howl of the Turkic warriors turned into exclamations. Two generals were killed in the blink of an eye, which greatly damaged their morale. Taking advantage of the enemy's attack rhythm being disrupted, Luo Shixin raised his hand with his toes.
A scimitar, and then he held the long sword handed over by his own soldiers in one hand and a knife in the other, shouting and rushing out of the crowd.
"Kill the robbers down!" Luo Shixin shouted, and with a sweeping sweep of his head, the three panicked tribal warriors were smashed into gourds. Then, he made a diagonal slash, and the scimitar hit the man who was rushing up from the side.
An opponent. The sharp blade was dragged along the opponent's chin to the lower abdomen, sawing all the armor and flesh to pieces, exposing all the contents of the abdomen.
The Turkic warrior felt heartbreaking pain, followed by a coldness that penetrated deep into his soul. At the moment he fell to the ground, he instinctively bent his neck and saw his belly and six internal organs rolling out with steam. A
Many months ago, he used a similar method to torture and kill a woman from the Central Plains who was tired of playing with him. He laughed while watching the woman rolling and struggling in a pool of blood. Today, he suddenly heard his own laughter, lingering in the sky.
It sounded like an echo of that day, and it never dissipated.
The last bit of strength in his body quickly drained away with the blood, and the curly-haired and blue-eyed Turkic warrior stopped breathing. It turns out that killing and setting fires has to pay a price. At the last moment of his life, he finally understood this truth. Unfortunately, the opportunity has been missed, and no one
Listen to his confession again.
After stepping on the blood of his enemies or his own people, Luo Shixin found another opponent. The Turkic warrior was very young, and the firelight around him clearly showed his sparse beard. Seeing Luo Shixin's fierce look, the warrior was frightened.
"It's not me, I didn't do anything!" Driven by instinct, he strode back and lied in Turkic. But the other party obviously didn't understand Turkic, and his eyes kept staring at his waist. Don't look there.
There is a beautiful sachet, which is usually made by girls from the Central Plains for their future husbands. The needlework and thread are full of affection. Unfortunately, the mandarin duck on it has been stained with blood. The Turkic warriors are rough-tempered and want to take it back to the grassland as a gift.
My own woman is unwilling to take the time to clean up the blood stains. (To be continued)
