"Crossbowmen, listen to my order before firing arrows!" Thorns shouted, immediately rushing out of his hiding place and running along the team: "Cavalry mount, watch my actions and charge together!"
Thorns was the backbone of the horse thieves. Thorns shouted a few words, and the somewhat chaotic team calmed down. Shi Bao got on his horse and stood at the back of the cavalry team. He was not a life-threatening leader. This was a life-and-death situation.
It's best to stay far away. But you can't turn around and run away, so stand at the back.
Thorns also got on the horse, the halberd in his hand hanging diagonally on the side of the horse. He could already see the snow being rolled up by the Huns cavalry to form a layer of white snow mist. Old Heita shouted: "Three hundred steps! Two hundred steps!
One hundred steps!..."
The shield hand at the front huddled nervously under the wide shield, pressing his shoulders against the huge face shield. These things were only made after they came here. Since they want to hold on, the shield, a sharp defensive weapon, is naturally indispensable. A large shield is indispensable.
There is no shortage of trees and logs in the mountain col. Almost half of the mountain ridge was cut off, and the shield made can cover the mountain col.
"Fire the arrow!" Thorns yelled, and the crossbowman immediately let go and fired the arrow. The crossbow bolt pierced the air with a sharp cry, and disappeared into the snow and fog. No one cared whether the arrow was fired or not.
To hit the enemy, just release one arrow and then release the second arrow until all the arrows are fired, then turn around and run to the side to clear the way for the cavalry behind.
A gap opened in the shield array, and Thorns rushed out first. It was hard to see what was going on in the snow and fog, but it could be judged from the shouts of the men and horses just now that the Huns' vanguard suffered heavy losses, and at least hundreds of corpses fell on the way to the charge.
.But the Huns were Huns, and they did not turn around and flee because of the death. They continued to drive their horses towards the mountain col.
Speaking of which, I have to thank Jingji for choosing this camp. The pass is relatively narrow, which limits the range of movement of the Huns' cavalry. If placed on a spacious grassland, with the Huns' superb riding skills and wind-like speed,
Thirty thousand horse thieves may not be a match for ten thousand people.
He used his halberd to knock away the arrows that were aimed at him. Jingjing heard the sound of his brothers falling off their horses beside him, but he couldn't care about anything at this time. Jingjing admired the Huns' ability to draw their bows and shoot arrows while riding their horses. It's a pity that Jingjing admired them very much.
None of his men had such ability. Either they could not shoot accurately, or they had fallen under the horse before the bow was drawn. In order to avoid the Huns' bows and arrows, distance was the most critical factor.
Thorny Thorns was hit by an arrow in the chest, because he ran at the front and suffered the most arrows. The strong impact made Thorny Thorns lean back. Thanks to the armor Su Ren gave him, otherwise he would have died.
This time, my life is at stake.
"kill……!"
The two groups of cavalry collided violently. The mountain col was too narrow, and there was no room for the crowded horses on both sides to stagger. Thorns could feel the mount's head hitting something hard, and then he flew up. Because of the snow
The fog couldn't clearly see how many Huns there were. Now that they were flying in the air, they still couldn't see clearly what was going on below.
Several sword shadows were swaying under him, and Thorny's body spun in the air like a snake, just dodging those scimitars. Before it hit the ground, the halberd danced out. Everyone below
It was a human. The war horses were one after another, and the heads of the horses behind were against the buttocks of the horses in front. No one could move due to the collision. He flew up and kicked the Huns at his feet away, and stood on the horse's back to start fighting.
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The thorns enjoyed this feeling very much, and the blood made him intoxicated. He had not been so happy in many years, and he had sex today. A halberd appeared and disappeared, stabbing, cutting, and scratching. The halberd seemed to be alive in the thorns.
They only greeted the enemy at the weakest part of his body. The thorns jumped from one horse to another, darting around and carving out a path of blood, leaving only the ownerless horses standing there and humping like pigs.
Raton couldn't see the situation of the vanguard either. The snow and fog blocked everyone's eyes, unless you were right in the middle of the battlefield. The sound of weapons cutting skin was intertwined with bursts of screams, and you couldn't tell which one was from the Huns.
The scream was the scream of the Han people.
The thorns were already standing on the back of the last horse, and there was a snake-like corridor behind it. Only the horses could be seen and the knight was missing. When he looked up, he saw a young junior sitting on a tall red horse on the hill opposite.
, there were many people crowded around this person. The armor was so bright and messy that it was hard to tell who he was trying to imitate. This is the characteristic of the Huns. The Huns would disdain armor unless
Only nobles would use it to protect their precious lives. However, the Huns did not know how to cast armor, so what they wore was a combination of craftsmen from different places. The helmet was in the style of the Han army, and the breastplate was in the style of the Western Regions.
Thorny laughed loudly, landed on the horse's back with his legs, grabbed the horse's reins and pulled hard. The horse obediently turned around and faced the monster on the mountain.
"Drive!" The war horse began to accelerate, and at the same time, the Huns on the mountain also discovered this guy running towards them.
Laton frowned, and the guards beside him immediately rushed forward to block Laton. A dozen more drew out their scimitars and rushed towards the thorns. The thorns laughed louder and louder. As long as the Huns were killed, this battle would be complete.
He is 90% sure of winning, and these 10,000 war horses are all captured by him. Not only can he pay off Su Ren's debt, but there will also be a large part of the surplus.
Thorn's body has been covered in blood, and the blood that cannot stick to it flows down the armor. When it encounters the cold wind, it tilts back at a forty-five degree angle and turns into red icicles. From a distance, Thorn looks like a red icicle.
The hedgehog looks so weird that it makes me panic.
Rodon's personal guards desperately tried to stop the advance of Thorns, but their power was too limited. Thorns was already red-eyed, and in his eyes, anyone standing was within the scope of cleaning, no matter you were from the Huns.
The pawn is still the general of the Huns.
Laton bent his bow and arrow to search for the brave Han man in the crowd. He didn't let go. The man's figure was too fast, sometimes on the left and sometimes on the right, and he was looking for it completely irregularly. He only had one chance. If he missed the shot, he would not let go.
People will definitely kill themselves in front of them.
Bang! With a sound, the wrought iron halberd of the thorns broke. Too many people were killed and too many bones were chopped. No matter how flexible the wrought iron was, it could not withstand it. A Huns brandished a mace towards
The top of the thorns hit him. The thorns jumped up and came behind the man. His right hand gently scratched the man's neck, and the mace that had been raised above his head stopped there.
He reached out and took the mace from the guy's hand, and turned it around with all his strength. The sound of the weapon breaking and screams immediately sounded. The last clean place on his body was also splashed with blood.
Thorns laughed loudly and stretched out his tongue to lick it. The salty taste was very good. The Huns were dumbfounded. They finally understood that they were fighting a monster, a monster that eats human flesh and drinks human blood.
Laton let go, and the long bow that was almost broken by him suddenly flicked, and the arrow flew through the gap between people and towards the back of the thorns. Laton's timing was very accurate, only at this time it didn't happen
Only when the person moves can the arrow avoid his men and go straight to the horse thief who makes him tremble in fear.
The arrow hit the man's back without any bias, causing the man to climb on the horse's back, but did not fall off. Laton had a big question mark in his mind, why? This was the most powerful thing he had ever done.
An arrow, and it was a wolf-fang arrow. Why didn't that man be killed?
Thorns turned his head and looked at Laton, who was holding a bow and arrow, with fire in his eyes. The arrow still inserted in his back did not stop vibrating, and Thorns flew up again and pounced on Laton.
Rodon's personal guards rushed towards the thorns like crazy. The thorns didn't care whether they were saving effort. The mace was used from left to right like a saber. Anyone who was touched by it was either dead or injured. A horse was smashed alive.
The brain that flew out was whiter than snow. Raton retreated unconsciously. He was a general, and his many years of battlefield experience told him that this person would never stop until he killed him. But his reason told him that he would not stop until he killed him.
He couldn't leave. As soon as he left, the attacking soldiers would relax. Even if he returned alive, Yi Zhixie would not be able to spare him.
Of the hundreds of personal guards, less than thirty could still ride on horses, and the lunatic was still approaching him step by step. Laton's hand holding the knife was trembling, and he was sure it was because of fear and nervousness.
A black shadow suddenly flew towards his head, and Laton instinctively ducked to the side. The huge black shadow with a murderous aura flew past Laton's ear, and hit the big flag behind him heavily on his arm.
The thick and thin flagpole made a creaking sound, and then slowly tilted forward until the huge battle flag hit Raton.
After finally crawling out from under the banner, Laton felt that his shoulder had been dislocated and his right hand had no strength at all. Before he could even take a breath, a bloody man stood in front of him. His face was covered with blood and he was smiling boldly.
"You can't..." Before he could say the word "kill me", a big hand grasped Laton's neck. The hand was so strong that it was like a pliers, and it was so tight that Laton had difficulty even breathing. His whole body was trapped
The thorns were raised, his feet were off the ground, there was no place for his hands to hold on, and it was even more difficult to breathe. Laton felt very weak, so weak that he could not even control himself, let alone an army of ten thousand.
The sky in the east has turned white, and the golden sunshine is emerging little by little. A man who looks like a blood hedgehog is standing on the mountain, holding a limp dead fish in his hand. The sun shines from the front of the two people.
Rising up in the middle, the old black tower could only see two dark figures, standing at the foot of the hillside in surprise without daring to step forward. He always felt that they were gods, or at least the most powerful monsters. (To be continued)