Chapter 233 13

The remnants of Liang Shanyuan were shocked from the fierce soldiers, they knew about the ambush, but they were confident in their combat power, they did not choose to escape like others, they knew after a hundred battles, and the rout could only make them die faster, and they only rushed to kill in their dictionary, desperately killing a bloody way. 『『【Fengyun Novel Reading Network baoliny】: 7777772e766f6474772e636f6d

With red eyes and gritted teeth, these people automatically formed a small defensive circle, wielding their swords and guns with all their might, resisting the cavalry rushing forward one after another, eager to kill these Zhao family cavalry.

Xie Bao gritted his teeth in anger, his eyes were dripping blood, and in an instant, less than 100 of the five hundred people were still holding on, and the rest were all fleeing and being hunted, and he also regained his senses, clearly knowing that this group of Zhao family cavalry was by no means the Jingdong Forbidden Army, either the powerful Western Army, or Wang Xiu's Liguo Prison Patrol.

In the depression of the dark clouds, between the dilemma, he had to make a painful decision, gave up the plan to reinforce the baggage camp, his troops have been disabled, even if they reach the camp, what can dozens of more than 100 people do

"Retreat, don't mess up, retreat to the county seat."

The only remaining fierce men were unwilling, but in the face of the bleak situation, they had to turn around and go in the direction of the city gate, but fortunately, after a wave of Song cavalry offensive, Wang Xiu needed to adjust the route and let the cavalry go west along the northerly direction, and slowly occupy the favorable outlet again, so as to launch a powerful blow again.

Xie Bao understood that if the Zhao family's cavalry finished adjusting and launched an attack again, it would be the end of their group of remnants. He had already seen clearly that the opponent did not have many troops, and there were not many cavalry, so they retained the most elite team, if the enemy had hundreds of horsemen, a few rounds of arrow strikes and a reunion, his five hundred brothers would definitely be wiped out, and there would be no room for maneuver.

Less than 100 people were cut off by more than 10 cavalry and retreated in the direction of the city gate, just like Shi Jin and Suo Chao's 300 original elites, when faced with a desperate battle, they could burst out with strong combat effectiveness and seek a desperate way to survive.

Once there is a chance to escape life, a desperate strength rests, the strong will to fight collapses instantly, everyone flees to the city gate without life, can only enter the city and close the city gate, there is hope of survival, ants are still stealing life, no matter how fierce people are people, they do not have the consciousness of death.

In this battlefield, only bloody sand and gravel and corpses can be left behind.

When Feng Yuan and Qiu Yun wantonly set fires, Jing Bo was not idle, he supervised the hundred horsemen to go down the wind and hunt down the remnants of the soldiers who escaped from the west gate of the village.

Jing Bo is quite fierce, but also scheming, he asked Dutou to leave forty cavalry to form a position to shoot the fleeing enemy with bows and arrows, and he and Dutou each led thirty cavalry to take turns to fight, without intermittent strikes against the remnants, and killed the opponent's living force as much as possible.

He was a skilled horseman, a very fast horse, and a shovel in both hands, like a god descending from the heavens, and several people died under the shovel with each impact, either with a dented body or a burst of brains. In a short time, there were more than 300 corpses on the ground, and many seriously injured soldiers were struggling in pain in a pool of blood.

The two teams alternately killed four back and forth, and the number of soldiers who fled to the city in the camp decreased, and he led the army back, shouting to the capital head in the lee, "Dutou, there is no way to kill, let's rush into the village to support." ”

Dutou naturally has nothing to do, Feng Yuan, Jing Bo and Qiu Yun are Qiu Fu's favorite generals, and they are Wang Xiu's disciples, they are appointed as overseers, no matter how unhappy he is, of course he will not resist boringly, and immediately said loudly, "Turn all around, follow me to kill." ”

Jing Bo had already struck his horse and slaughtered it, and the hundred horsemen galloped away after him, and some of the seriously wounded and dying were unfortunate enough to be trampled by the horses' hooves in their path. There is no mercy on the battlefield, only victory and defeat, no one rescues the wounded soldiers when the war is in full swing, let alone the wounded soldiers of the enemy, but it is merciful to give you a knife in the past, and you are unlucky on the way forward.

The three cavalry wantonly burned in the camp, they no longer need to deliberately set fire, the wind is their natural ally, the fire borrows the wind, the wind from the fire, the fire continues to spread downwind, igniting a place with a stockpile, the fire burning in the sky formed a hot air current, the wind everywhere continues to fill the air, forming a natural cycle, it is no longer possible to extinguish the fire by manpower.

The Song cavalry endured the scorching heat, but their faces were full of ecstasy, as if they had seen a rich reward and beckoned to them charmingly. Wang Xiu had a promise that 400 horsemen would fight to the death, and those who took a step back would be killed without forgiveness and their families, and those who dared to fight bravely would be rewarded with a lot of money and wealth once they succeeded in burning the enemy's grain and grass, and joked that after success, the participants would become rich gentry one by one.

This is definitely tempting, people die for money, birds die for food, what bullshit sacrifices for the country, there is not so much righteousness on the battlefield, save your life and kill the enemy, and get your own military merits, this is the last word.

Chai Jin's body was dusty, his face was also blackened by the flames, and his handsome face had long been out of shape, he finally gathered more than 200 remnants of soldiers, lined up into two bow and crossbow positions, and guarded a vacant land in the southern section of the camp, which was where the material abundant armor was located, and he wanted to fight the trapped beasts.

Wang Xiu didn't intend to let Xie Bao go, he adjusted the cavalry deployment, occupied the wind again, followed the side of the defeated remnants of the wind, and kept shooting with bows and arrows. The cavalry galloping with the bow and bending the bow with the wind seemed to be calmly hunting elk, they did not have the haste of wartime, and calmly completed the step of shooting arrows from the bow upside down, one by one almost super-level performance, one by one to shoot down one person.

Xie Bao was in a hurry, so that some archers counterattacked, it cannot but be said that Liang Shanyuan was strong from the soldiers and horses, everyone carried strong bows, all of them could bend the bow and hold the sharp, just now the scattered military spirit was constantly shot by the Song cavalry, and it was stimulated again.

Also, how can the foot bazi run faster than the cavalry, the other party is chasing after him like shooting prey, and it is better to die than to run, and dozens of people shoot at the cavalry of the Song army.

Wang Xiu slowly rode his horse and galloped to shoot down a person, and was taking out a featherless arrow from the quiver next to the saddle, but he couldn't prevent a click in his chest, and he felt that the weight was bounced off by the iron armor blades in his chest, but fortunately, the strength was not strong, there was an outer layer of iron armor and steel blades to protect it, and there was a thick linen coat with cotton added to the inner layer to absorb the shock, and he was not hurt. But when he saw a short feather arrow between the saddle and the quiver, the standard arrow of the strong crossbow, which was extremely lethal, he realized that it was a sharp arrow that shot him. Maybe it's really God's blessing, although the counterattack of the opponent's trapped beast is sharp, but it is difficult to exert combat effectiveness if the time is not occupied, and in addition to not being able to open his eyes in the windward combat, the biggest drawback is that he cannot give full play to the power of long-range projection weapons