His leg was broken, and he had no time to pull his leg out of the stirrup when he fell into the horse pit.
The weight of the whole horse along with the falling force caused the calf to be broken like chopsticks, and the broken tibia poked out the flesh and trouser legs.
The fastest reaction the baby-faced cavalry could make at least saved his other leg without crushing his lower body.
If the horse pit dug hastily by the Jinzhou military attaches had been half a foot wider, those antler guns and bamboo sticks would have strung him into a candied haws like the horse. However, the horse that had been with him for two years in the Suzhou army But there was no such good luck. The horse's neck and abdomen were pierced, and the blood gathered into a small puddle at the bottom of the pit where the horse was trapped.
Su Qilian didn't know how long his fierce and restrained roar could frighten these Suzhou cavalrymen, but there was no doubt that after a brief period of hesitation and fear, these people would test him again. Zhang Gu and his body were about to collapse. Two or three desperate soldiers could test their current situation, but there was obviously no such person among the troops confronting them across the three traps.
It still takes time... He still has to buy enough time...
"Niang Xipi!" the centurion finally yelled out the most vicious curse word in his hometown, "If you don't move forward, no one will pay you two months' wages! You will have to work as a coolie for another ten days!"
Although a ten-day hard work is difficult for these pawns, who mostly come from poor families, it is not a big deal. But if there is no pay for two months, then many cavalry families will have to endure hunger to survive this period. The scene of Duan Wu rice being put into the pot.
The lazy and cowardly donkey finally started to move with the combined efforts of carrots and sticks. A dozen cavalrymen on foot moved silently to both sides of the horse pit.
The centurion who was watching from a distance became more relaxed. As long as the cavalry under his command did not become timid, and as long as those two people were injured, the remaining people who were still watching would swarm forward when they smell the blood.
His weak and sore arms mobilized the last of their strength to cut off the neck of an intruding cavalryman as cleanly as possible. His heart pumped and the hot blood in his neck surged to the height of the two of them.
Su Qilian was still trying to maintain a firm and motionless posture, but the cavalrymen close at hand could see that his hands were shaking like chaff, and he clearly looked exhausted.
More people were clenching their fists and sleeves, ready to make a move, like weasels thirsty for blood. Most of them were still wary of Zhang Gu, who had not made a move. It seemed that this bandit had more remaining strength, and was far less powerful than the old guy before. .
Zhang Gu waved his sword in a circle, scaring off the two infantry cavalrymen who wanted to advance.
However, more people are still advancing slowly. The cavalry who can stand up again move the injured and the horses that cannot move as much as possible to a position that does not block the road. The cavalry with a bright mind has already tried to turn the horse's head to find another way. However, it seems that the centurion's loud shouting alone cannot be enough to control the situation.
Su Qilian was very tired, blood welled up in Su Qilian's throat, and Su Qilian felt his heart beating so hard that it felt like it was about to burst through his chest.
Standing very close to the horse pit, the dark bottom of the pit made him dizzy. Perhaps it was because the injuries on his body were causing him to lose a lot of blood, or perhaps it was because the repeated fighting had drained away the last bit of energy he had managed to extract, so he He lowered his head for a moment and then raised his head. The young Suzhou cavalryman who looked at him inadvertently swallowed his saliva and took half a step back without a trace.
He may be old, but he is still useful.
But after a moment, he lowered his head again and laughed to himself. Sure enough, he was still old.
narrow and elongated horse
The knife was the standard weapon of these Suzhou cavalry troops. He should have noticed the reflection on the edge of the horse trap that was not completely covered by the sand.
Zhang Gu, who was brave enough to step forward to confront the cavalry, frowned when he caught a glimpse of the unusual reflection in the horse pit a few steps away. However, he had no time to issue a warning and could only watch helplessly as he was being beaten.
Su Qi, who had a saber stabbed through his lower abdomen, staggered back a few steps and was about to fall on his back.
The baby-faced cavalryman with a broken leg prostrated at the bottom of the horse pit, holding back half a stick of incense. He touched the place only a short distance away from Su Qilian, and thrust out from bottom to top. The timing and angle were extremely tricky.
of a knife.
Just one more twist of the saber handle would completely cut off this old thief's life.
He endured the severe pain and stabbed the baby-faced cavalryman to the limit with the knife, and the bone stubble broken into small pieces stimulated the flesh and blood of his broken leg all the time.
After the ecstasy of success briefly suppressed the pain, he almost rolled down into the pit in pain. When he jumped up, he had to exert all his strength. The half of his calf that was already dangling did not obey his orders, but he could still give it a try.
He brought a feeling of excruciating pain, as if he was tearing him in two.
The joy of avenging the corps leader's murder and the double happiness of being about to receive military glory seemed to make the pain of the broken leg lessen.
But before that, he had to cut off the thief's head, otherwise the wolf-like comrades behind him would make the cooked duck disappear at any time.
Just when he was grinning and about to use his arms and one leg to support himself, he suddenly felt a cold feeling on his neck.
"Without the last move, the originally life-and-death situation has become a life-and-death situation. Are you aggrieved or not?"
His saber was placed on his neck, and the cold blade was stained with hot blood.
Being stabbed in the lower abdomen cannot destroy a person's combat power, but no one should be able to endure the pain of pulling out the knife. Besides, there is no medical officer nearby to rescue him, so pulling out the knife will almost lead to death.
Even if this person makes a little noise when he draws his sword, he can respond.
But the old and exhausted thief in front of him didn't even cry out in pain or even groan.
"Young people like you should go to the north, instead of wasting your years in Suzhou for an official position like a centurion." Su Qilian patted his shoulder with the blade of his sword, and the baby-faced cavalryman knelt on one knee.
You can see warm blood falling drop by drop on the ground.
"Go to the north, to Jinzhou and Yuancheng, and look for a man named Song Zhiwen." Su Qilian added, "He will give you the opportunity to establish meritorious deeds. You may be drunk and dead in the first battle."
, it is also possible to shine on the lintel.”
Su Qilian's voice suddenly became tired and desolate. The large amount of blood loss made him confused and confused. In the hazy moment, he seemed to see the urgent letter from the north six hundred miles away, secretly sent on the post road that conveyed urgent military information.
I came across a letter that escaped from the hands of an old soldier of the Jinzhou Army without authorization and was destroyed into ashes in the candlelight.
His selfishness...has killed too many people, and I'm afraid he won't be able to find peace even after death?
This was his last thought.
"There is only one thief left, and he can be trampled to death with a horse's hoof." Seeing that Su Qilian used his saber to support his upper body before falling to the ground, the centurion couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief and joked:
"I'm afraid this thief may have heard from the drama that people can't knock down a tiger even if it's a fight. In fact, it's just a paper frame that can be knocked down by the boys with just a little force."
Master Tang and another person
All my comrades died in this battle. Even if I take these heads back, I'm afraid it won't be justified...
These heads, including those killed by Master Tang's guards, were just icing on the cake. The real meal was still waiting for him in the inn.
But as for the movement that could be heard clearly from miles away, the King of Xiaoyao Mountain is not a fuel-efficient lamp...
The still-living thief tried to break through the siege of the Suzhou cavalry, but all his actions were in vain. As he swung the knife, more injuries would be added to his back, because the man who was supposed to be his support had already swallowed his guilt.
Even if he had countless irreparable mistakes with his last breath, he could no longer repent more. At least the last blood he shed made him worthy of his status as a military attaché of Jinzhou.
And that seed.
Zhang Gu, who was trapped and still fighting, was covered with bruises. After letting out his last roar, he cut his neck with a knife and died.
The cavalrymen, who were still cowering at first, swarmed forward and grabbed anything that could be exchanged for even great military achievements, like seeing a rotten owl.
"It all depends on your command. If not, I'm afraid we will be stopped by these two cunning thieves for an unknown period of time." The commander who was guarding the centurion had no chance to gain military glory and flattered him with his words.
It's better than nothing, "I think the bandits who came to Xiaoyao Mountain were just easy to catch."
"The thief is dead! To..." The centurion said with a smile on his face, but after a moment he could only make a strange hoarse sound.
The centurion reached out to his throat in confusion, but found something wet and sticky.
He cast his eyes on the commander nearby. The commander who was flattering him just now looked panicked, but in the blink of an eye, the expression on his face froze. Half of his saber protruded from his chest. While he was sheathing the sword, he did not forget to crush his heart and lungs.
The same thing happened to all the cavalry around the Centurion in two breaths. The one who reacted fastest among them could only hold the handle of the sword, but had lost all his strength.
After all, no one can survive with a knife in his heart.
Before the confusion in the centurion's eyes turned into fear, his head was chopped off. The naked and dirty man pushed the headless body off the horse, got on the horse, raised the centurion's head and shouted.
The fleeing cavalry did not make the three Jinzhou military attachés look happy. The former lost their fighting spirit when they saw the centurion's head being held high. No one was willing to avenge this centurion who was usually harsh on his subordinates and stingy.
Xue Ren just tried his best to pull off everything that could be pulled off from the two corpses, then mounted his horse and escaped around the horse pit. The cavalry who lost their mounts could only curse if no comrades were willing to take them with them.
He limped as hard as he could to keep up with the group. No one knew whether there were hundreds or even thousands of bandits behind those three people.
The Jinzhou military attache who held the centurion's head high threw away the things in his hands as if they were worthless, and then looked at the two unrecognizable corpses, saying nothing for a long time.