The war came too suddenly. When the Chinese Hornets stood on the high wall and looked out to see clearly the invading enemy, they realized that something was in trouble. The Laoye Ridge, which was slightly lower in terrain, was already fighting fiercely, with arrows, swords and guns coming out.
Seeing the gray bottles being thrown out one after another, Hua Mafeng knew that Peng Liuzi had exhausted all his strength.
There were screams everywhere on Wonsan Mountain that penetrated into the ears of the Wasps through the thick fog.
"Let's go out to fight. If we don't go out to fight, Yuan Shan will be doomed." Hua Niang appeared next to Hua Wasp and whispered to him in a low voice.
"I'm here at Kotoushan, and I'll help you guard it."
This is not the time to talk nonsense. The opponent is the Tubo people. If we don't make a decisive decision, no one will survive.
"Open the gate, roll out the stone cart and smash these Tibetan dogs to death!"
Seeing a group of Tibetans about to rush up along the ramp in front of the gate, the Chinese Hornets issued their orders, and the gate opened. The Tibetans just raised their leather shields, but what they didn't expect was a truckload of equipment falling down.
The wooden carts filled with stones were originally prepared for Peng Liuzi, but now they all fell on the heads of the Tubo people.
The cart made of Qinggang wood was extremely strong. It came down from the steep slope with the force of thunder. The Tibetan people who led it did not even have a chance to scream in pain. They were hit by the stone cart and broke their bones and tendons. The stone cart rushed into the crowd violently.
They cut a bloody path through the crowd, and there were not many Tibetans left who could stand on the narrow mountain road.
With a roar, Huamafeng rushed down with his men. The silver gun in his hand was danced like a windmill. He was able to fight against two Tibetan warriors alone without falling behind.
Seeing that the leader was unstoppable, the other bandits shouted and surrounded the remaining seven or eight Tubo people. With knives and iron forks drawn out, relying on the strength of the crowd, the seven or eight Tubo people slashed left and right.
, in the end he was stabbed to the ground by the bandits because he was weak. Hua Wasp was overjoyed and found an opportunity. A sleeve arrow suddenly flew out of his sleeve, and without any warning, it got into the eye socket of the Tibetan man in front.
, taking advantage of the last opportunity when the Tubo man was stunned, he stabbed his throat with a gun.
The Tibetan man who was shot in the eye was rolling in pain on the ground. Hua Mafeng laughed ferociously, picked up a knife and slashed hard on the Tubo man's neck. The severed head rolled down the hillside with a rumble.
After wiping the blood on his face, Hua Wasp used his skill and continued to kill down the mountain. Peng Liuzi could already see the Tubo people climbing up the wall.
In just a short period of time, the Huamafeng lost at least six tough bandits, which made him twitch with distress. But there was nothing he could do today. There was no way to reason with the Tubo barbarians. As long as those people came to kill them, no one could escape.
to suffer the fate of being quartered.
There is no time to think about why the Tibetans, who have always been peaceful and peaceful, want to attack themselves. It is only right to rescue Peng Liuzi first, otherwise there is a danger of being defeated one by one.
The robbers' archery skills were very poor, and even a dense rain of arrows could not kill one or two Tubo people. Those Tubo people who were extremely sensitive to arrows could easily deflect the weak arrows by holding up their leather shields.
Arrow, holding a shield in one hand and a knife in the other, can easily kill the robber in front of him by simply blocking and then swinging the knife.
Peng Liuzi screamed strangely and was covered in blood. He slashed hard with his sword. The sharp blade cut open the leather shield. The sword was heavy and powerful, and he cut off half of the Tubo man's head. The red and white pieces fell to the ground.
He kicked the corpse in front of him and continued to kill towards the front door.
The Eagle King was already very regretful at this time. Yuanshan, which he thought could be easily captured, has been cleared out from the fierce fighting in the morning, but there is still no progress in the fighting in the two fortresses.
His own Tibetan warriors had suffered more than a hundred casualties.
Although more people died among the bandits, in the eyes of the Eagle King, this was still a loss-making business. Even if he captured Yuanshan, it would not be enough to compensate for the losses he suffered.
That Han family member deserves to die! Huang Youting deserves to die!
The Eagle King, who was almost going crazy after being stimulated by the casualties of his subordinates, looked around with red eyes. A surrendered bandit kneeling on the ground immediately became the target of his anger. The scimitar jumped out deftly from his waist, with a cold light.
In a flash, the robber's head flew into the air. If Yun Zheng and Huang Youting were here, he wouldn't mind using more brutal methods to deal with these two people.
Yuan Shan's strength was easily weakened by these two people. Otherwise, the Eagle King would never have thought of attacking Yuan Shan. A grassland warrior without a war horse is like a goshawk with broken wings, only half of its combat strength.
The war was very unfavorable for Hua Mafeng and Peng Liuzi. Unknowingly, the two were forced to fight back to back by the Tubo people. The remaining bandits were also divided into several pieces by the Tubo people, and their destruction was imminent.
"Liuzi, you are strong and open the way in front. Brother, I will cut off the rear. If we don't break out, our brothers will die here." Hua Mafeng panted and said to Peng Liuzi behind him.
"Okay! Let's go to Kotoushan!"
After Peng Liuzi finished speaking, he hung the tail hook of the Zhanma Dao's handle on an iron ring around his waist. Holding the knife with both hands, he gave a loud shout and whipped out the Zhanma Dao without any further defense.
The horse-killing sword was originally derived from the Mo Dao of the prosperous Tang Dynasty, but the Song Dynasty was short and weak, and could not use the overwhelming momentum. However, at this moment, Peng Liuzi finally unleashed his full potential in order to survive.
The five-foot long horse-zapping sword was like an iron wall, invincible. Neither the Tubo scimitars nor the spears and leather shields in their hands could block the path of the horse-zapping sword. Two Tubo men were actually cut in half by the heavy horse-zapping sword.
In two parts, taking advantage of the gap opened by Peng Liuzi, the Chinese Wasp also stabbed out the silver spear in his hand and stabbed to death the Tubo man who was blocking the road. The crossbow mounted on his lower back also came out strangely and pierced the last one blocking the road.
The Tubo people took advantage of the situation and jumped out of the encirclement, running towards their fortress.
Poor Peng Liuzi was chopped into pieces by the Tubo people who swarmed him when his old strength was exhausted and his new strength was not yet regenerated. The Mo Dao should have been used by a team of people. If it was used alone, without anyone to help defend it, it would not be possible at all.
court death.
The leader ran away. The frightened bandits, who had long been killed by the Tubo people, shouted and ran in all directions. Unfortunately, no matter where they ran or whether they knelt down and surrendered, they could not avoid being hacked to death one by one.
The hornet rolled and crawled back to Kotoushan. When he saw the door was closed, he felt vaguely bad in his heart. He banged his fist on the heavy door, but no one opened the door for him.
"Hua Niang, Hua Niang, Hua Niang, please open the door. Hurry, the Tubo people are catching up!" Hua Wenfeng begged Hua Niang to open the door while looking at the Tibetans who were chasing after them.
A beautiful head poked out from the high wall. He looked at the anxious Chinese wasp in front of the gate and said: "Your martial arts are unparalleled. A few Tubo people are nothing. I am standing on the high wall to fight for my husband."
May my husband come back victorious, and I will sweep the couch to wait for you. The Tubo people are coming, and I will give you a knife."
After saying this, Hua Niang threw a bright steel knife down from the high wall. Also thrown down was a pair of sleeve arrows. This is Hua Wasp's backup sleeve arrows. Half of his reputation relies on sleeve arrows and flowers.
Earned by carrying a crossbow.
"Hua Niang, I am crazy about you, how could you treat me like this?" Hua Wenfeng looked at the Hua Niang on the high wall sadly, her handsome face full of sorrow and anger.
"Mr. Lang, please stop talking. The reason why you came back alone is just to take me and the money and food from Kotou Mountain as a greeting gift and surrender to the Tubo people. This is not okay. You are a hero and you deserve a hero's death."
You must not disappoint me." As Hua Niang spoke, tears rolled down her cheeks, which really made me feel pity for her.
"Mule, capture this bitch!" Hua Mafeng's expression suddenly changed and he ordered loudly.
"Mr. Lang, the mule can't help you. He just saw you in a critical situation and wanted to save you risklessly. As a result, he accidentally drank a glass of wine and was poisoned to death. The other servants were also dismissed by my concubine and asked them to go their separate ways.
I have fled for my life, and now I am the only one in the mansion. You should pick up your knives and fight. I see that the Tubo people seem to be leaving no prisoners, and I hope I can help you."
Hua Niang watched the Tubo people once again set foot on this mountain road. Holding a knife, she cut off a mountain vine with all her strength. The Hua Niang screamed strangely and rolled close to the ground under the gate. She only heard a loud noise.
The dust on the mountain road was flying, and countless boulders fell from the high wall, jumping and rolling on the mountain road. The Tubo people who had just reached the middle of the mountain road ran back without knowing their lives, and were soon overtaken by the boulders and smashed into pieces. Some of them were beaten to pieces.
In order to avoid the boulder, he accidentally fell into the abyss nearby, and let out a long scream that fell silent after that.
Seeing that the fifty Tubo people who had just gone up disappeared without a trace, the Eagle King's mouth came out with a wisp of blood, and with an angry roar he personally led twenty of his guards to step on the minced meat and greasy internal organs that were all over the ground.
He rushed towards the mountain road, not believing that there could be any kind of ambush on this mountain road.
The Huawei trembled and knelt down on his knees, shouting loudly in Tubo: "Your Majesty, spare my life, Your Majesty, please spare your life. I dedicate Yuanshan to you, as well as the stunning beauty. I just ask you to save my life."
The Eagle King spat at the Hua Wasp in disgust. He was now full of disgust for all the Song people, especially the good-looking Song people. Under the knife, the Hua Wasp fell to the ground, spitting blood from his mouth.
Still shouting vaguely, "Spare my life."
The Eagle King, who breathed a sigh of relief, had no time to be happy and was about to let the Tibetan people set up ladders to climb up the high wall. However, he found that black smoke was everywhere in the entire fortress, and then red flames shot up into the sky. The woman actually dared to
The entire fortress was burned to the ground!
A mouthful of blood spurted out, and the Eagle King roared hoarsely: "Kill them all, kill all these Song people..."
There was no living person except the Tubo people in Yuanshan. The Eagle King sat on a stone in the drizzle and watched the flames for a whole day. It was not until the flames extinguished that he left Koutoushan and returned to Laoye Ridge.
The goal of the war was not achieved, and the woman wanted to be buried with him. The 680 Tibetan warriors were now less than 500, and the number of those who were not injured was not even 400. The losses in this expedition were too great.