Chapter Thirty-Eight: Casting Illusions

Mr. Shi called Lu Yunzhi to him at this moment and said, "Yueqiu, Yunzhi, Xie Qi, it's time to help a few of us, Xie Li will protect us for the formation." Han Yueqiu and the other three apprentices helped Mr. Shi to constantly adjust the position of the gossip mirror, which produced a refraction, and finally a huge bronze mirror was aimed at the enemy's rushing cavalry. Mr. Shi stood behind the big gossip mirror, and the three of them stood behind the small mirror, and they read silently.

Qu Xiangtian asked Fang Qingze next to him, "Second brother, how many enemies are there or I?" Fang Qingze held the ghost-headed broadsword, knocked on the ground and said: "After the round of arrows just now, more than 20 people were killed, plus more than 200 people rushed from each wing, there are about 1,000 people in this group of grandsons, and we have more than 900 cavalry, 1,000 infantry, 700 archers, and 400 crossbowmen, a total of 3,000 people." Big brother, do you think you have a chance of winning? Qu Xiangtian did not answer Fang Qingze's question, at this time the enemy had reached a distance of sixty steps in front, Qu Xiangtian shouted: "Steady!" Steady! In the blink of an eye, when the enemy army rushed to ten steps in front of him, Qu Xiangtian shouted: "Points! ”

Suddenly, the soldiers holding shoulder-high shields suddenly moved to the sides, and a palm-wide gap opened between the shields, and spears stretched out one by one, and the sharp spearheads were cold and smelled of blood, which was a sharp weapon for killing. The soldier holding the shield slightly leaned his shield to form a neat slope, Qu Xiangtian nodded and said in a low voice: "The fifth military battalion is worthy of being one of the three major battalions, and it is really well-trained. "The soldier behind each shield has his right arm against the shield and his knees arched against the ground. The spearmen behind them were equally tense, and they pressed their spears against the ground, leaning back slightly, and crushing their spears.

The cavalry of the other party suddenly found the spear sticking out of the shield, and was a little panicked for a while, but in this panic, they also rushed out of the distance of four or five paces, and there were still a few steps left, and even the opponent's beard could be seen clearly. So some of them reined in their horses, but told the running horses where it was so easy to stop, and even the men and horses were fiercely stuck on the spears that protruded, while some of the cavalry clearly chose to continue to charge, some of them also died under the spears, and some of them used their sabers to pull away the spears and soar up, and in the air they trampled on the shoulder-length shields that formed a slope and prepared to jump into the middle of the group, and then spread their superiority.

Qu Xiangtian's face suddenly changed from serious to excited at this moment, and shouted: "Fight!" The soldier under the shield stretched out his waist knife, and the waist knife cut through the belly of the enemy's horse, and suddenly someone fell into the Ming army, and was hacked to death by many sergeants before he could turn over, and he could not show his superb martial arts. Some lucky people dodged the sharp knives stretched out from under the shield, but saw the starry number of bows and arrows rushing towards them, and it turned out that at the moment when they shouted to the sky, not only the soldiers with the shields reacted, but also the crossbowmen shot the arrows on their bows or crossbows.

Suddenly, the invincible tiger and wolf army of the other party just now was beaten and ruined, and the black-faced man was also considered to have experienced a hundred battles, he took the lead and slashed at one of the big shields, and the big shield couldn't bear the strong soldiers cut on the knife and was suddenly shocked away. The shield wall instantly tore a small opening, and the embankment of thousands of miles was destroyed in the anthill, and the black-faced man who took advantage of the gap in this shield led people to tear open this opening and rushed in, and many soldiers standing behind the shield became the soul of the knife.

Qu Xiangtian shouted: "Open! The surviving shield-wielding soldiers, spearmen, and crossbowmen in front of him avoided one after another, and the black-faced man was a little surprised, he didn't know what the person in command on the other side was thinking, which was the most terrifying thing for him, but then there was something even more terrifying in front of him, he was riding on horseback alone, and more than a thousand brothers who followed him were scattered all over the field, he shouted desperately, but no one paid attention to him, what kind of demon method did the other party use to kill so many of his brothers in an instant.

In fact, the Ming army was also stupid, but the scene they saw was different from what the enemy saw, they just saw that the other side's cavalry stopped moving forward and just stayed in place and was stunned. Qu Xiangtian shouted with great joy: "Fifth Senior Brother, Lao Qin, lead the troops to kill." Du Hai and Qin Rufeng couldn't bear to lead more than 900 cavalry members of the Ming army who had just escaped death to rush into these stunned enemies, slaughtering sheep and pigs at will. The spearmen also raised their spears to assassinate the unresisting enemies, and the smell of blood filled the air.

Mr. Shi, Han Yueqiu, Lu Yunzhi, and Xie Qi have been chanting words in their mouths, all of which are illusions created by them, and suddenly Xie Li, who was waiting beside him, rushed over and threw Mr. Shi to the ground, an arrow passed by the two and shot the huge gossip mirror bronze mirror, the force of the arrow was so great that it was inserted into the bronze mirror, and for a while the illusion was shattered, and the enemy cavalry also regained consciousness and looked at the brothers who were killed around him, and fought hard with sorrow, Lu Yunzhi looked in the direction where the arrow came, A masked cavalryman with a slightly thin body and black armor was looking at his side, only to realize that there was a person who was not deceived by the illusion just now, and this person was extremely clever and shot at Mr. Shi's arrow, in addition to the extreme precision and power of archery, it seemed to be ordinary but intended to kill two birds with one stone. It would be best if you could shoot the person performing the illusion at the same time and destroy the bronze mirror, and if not, you could also break the illusion in front of you.

Although there was only a short period of time for the enemy to be unconscious, but the enemy's cavalry was killed and captured as many as six or seven hundred people, if it wasn't for Fang Qingze to stop it, where there were still captured, all of them would have been slaughtered, and the remaining three hundred people were carried away by anger at this time, and the Ming army was in a scuffle, and the Ming army was several times more than himself to do the final trapped beast battle, the black-faced man also fought hard and cut down a lot, and even the stainless steel saber in his hand was rolled up the blade.

At this time, Gao Huai also led troops to outflank behind the enemy, although there were few people, but it also cut off the opponent's retreat. Qu Xiangtian shouted: "Senior brother and brother of the same lineage, capture the thief and capture the king first, and catch the black-faced man." As he spoke, he rode his horse and rushed into the melee, raising his gun and running towards the black-faced man, Fang Qingze followed closely behind the ghost-headed broadsword, and blood splashed wherever he went.

The black-faced man had already seen that these people were not comparable to ordinary soldiers, threw away the sabre with the curled edge, turned the horse's head and ran, everyone chased after him, but saw the big man speeding past a corpse and picked up a spear stuck in the corpse, and then turned the horse's head to look at the people who were chasing him.