The Khitan cavalry who rushed over to kill was getting closer and closer, the dust was rolling in the sound of thunder's horse hooves, and the shouting of killing shook the sky, if it was a timid person, I am afraid that it was already timid before the battle!

The soldiers of the Li Jiajun were very calm, and the crossbowmen in the first column who were responsible for aiming and firing, even though they could clearly see the hideous faces of the enemy wielding steel knives, still quietly maintained a standard fighting posture. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Under the warm sunlight, the enemy's steel knife flashed from time to time with a dazzling cold light, which made people shudder!

One hundred and fifty zhang, one hundred and twenty zhang, one hundred zhang, the Khitan people kicked the belly of the war horse under the crotch fiercely, and began to accelerate the sprint in an all-round way.

Seeing that the enemy was about to rush to the bottom of their noses, the crossbowmen in the first column of the Li family's army were still calmly waiting for Shangguan's military order.

Lao Guning's position happened to be condescending, and he was surprised to find that the southern barbarians seemed to be completely frightened by the imposing cavalry charge, and the hooves of the Xi warriors were about to step on their noses, and no one dared to shoot an arrow!

"Haha, the southern barbarians are all bear-wrapped cowards, and they are dying, and they don't know how many arrows to put to strengthen their courage." The tribal patriarchs beside Lao Guning, as if they had an infectious disease, laughed at Li Jiajun's cowardice unscrupulously.

"King, in my opinion, the so-called strongest army of the Southern Barbarians is nothing more than that......"

"Haha, a bunch of cowards who have lost their reputation, it's not worth mentioning at all......" The patriarch of the Murwei clan, Storm Xiong, laughed wildly as he used a few Chinese words he had learned from the Han advisors to mock Li Jiajun's incompetence.

Lao Guning vaguely sensed a hint of ominous omen, he had a gloomy face, waved his hand, and said loudly: "Everyone, don't be too happy, right?" ”

Storm Bear was a big mouth, and he shouted with a big grin: "Great King, more than 2,000 warriors are enough to step on the army formation of the Southern Barbarians. Besides, even if all of them are killed, what is it to the entire Xi clan? ”

Lao Guning was so angry that he was about to vomit blood, this violent bear of the Murowei tribe had always been at odds with him, and in order to compete for good pastures, there were often some small frictions between the two tribes, and both sides were killed and injured on both sides.

If it weren't for the loss of face in person, Lao Guning would not have bothered to pay attention to the cynicism of the violent bear, because of the huge difference in strength.

However, now that the Khitan people are dying, who will be respected in the future on the huge Tokyo Road is indeed a big question that cannot be avoided.

"Patriarch Violent Bear, our Xi clan has sent the most elite warriors to take the lead, your Murwei clan will definitely not fall behind us, right?" Lao Guning knew that the total strength of Murwei was only 10,000 and nodded, but he turned against the Violent Bear army.

"Haha, how many warriors are there in our small Murowei clan, how dare you compete with you, the king?" Although Storm Bear has a short temper, he can become a patriarch, and he is by no means a completely brainless fool, he wants to slip out of an unfavorable situation.

Since the violent bear has softened in face, Lao Guning does not want to go too far and lose the hearts of the people before the public, so he turned his head and simply stopped paying attention to the famous "big mouth" of the violent bear.

"Shield!" When the Khitans were about to enter the range of cavalry and bow shooting, the officers on the front line of the Li family's army gave orders to erect shields.

"Boom, ......boom, boom, boom" Countless huge shields made against arrows were erected by the soldiers at an angle of 45 degrees, completely covering more than ten columns of officers and soldiers in the front row of the Li Jiajun under the shield.

"Whoosh swish...... The warriors of the Xi tribe took advantage of the huge inertia of the war horses galloping, and began to release arrows with bows, and for a while, the dense rain of arrows was like hail, and they rose into the air and viciously slammed into the line of the Li family's army.

"Knock knock knock......" The rain of arrows shot by the Xi people, like a raging storm, densely shot into the big shield inlaid with iron sheets, making a terrifying muffled sound.

"Uh......" A stray arrow accidentally penetrated the gap between the big shields, fiercely pierced into the chest of a soldier of the Li family, and instantly shot him to the ground.

Although the long arrow pierced through the breastplate and burrowed deep into the chest and abdomen, and the blood continued to gush out, the soldier covered his mouth to prevent himself from letting out a scream that could easily affect the morale of the soldier.

"Doctor, doctor, quickly carry the wounded down for treatment." The front-line commander, who was close at hand, immediately issued a military order for treatment.

Soon, two doctors from the rescue battalion ran over quickly, quickly carried the wounded onto a stretcher, and took them to the rear camp for treatment.

In just a few breaths, the Xi warriors had already shot five or six arrows, and quickly rushed into the best assault distance within thirty zhang.

The general of the Xi Nationality Thousand Men put his bow into his bag, pulled out a sharp scimitar with his backhand, pointed at the line of the Li family's army, and roared viciously: "Kill all the southern barbarians......"

According to his experience, they are all so close, even if the southern barbarians want to open their bows and arrows, there will be only one round at most, and they will mainly survive the big one, and it will be their turn to be the warriors of the Xi people, and they will step on the enemy camp to cut melons and vegetables!

"Kill, kill all the southern barbarians......" The Xi warriors drew their swords in their hands, raised their lower shields with their left hands, howled and shouted, and rushed to the front of the Li family's army.

"Out of the spear!" The officers at the forefront of Li Jiajun's army, seeing that the enemy was obviously unable to stop the momentum, immediately ordered his subordinates to completely stretch out the three-zhang long repulsion rifle from the hole in the wall of the protected carriage and set it up into a dense hedgehog array.

Just after the forward of the Xi warriors had broken through to the 50-meter line of life and death, a sharp bamboo whistle sounded at the right time, sending a signal to the officers and soldiers of the bow and crossbow battalion for an all-out counterattack.

"Listen to my command, shoot in the first row, wind up in the back row, and strike in a row!" The grassroots officers who commanded the operation at the forefront gave orders to strike with bows and crossbows.

The "Buzz ......" crossbow arrows carried the whistling sound of wind and thunder, and the moment they left the string, they immediately covered the big sun in mid-air extremely densely, as if the dark clouds covered the top, and they were unstoppable and rushed into the charging team of the taunting people.

"Ah......" The triangular crossbow bolt carried an imposing wind and thunder, and quickly pierced into the leather armor of a Xi warrior, and before the Xi warrior could scream, it came out of his body and pierced a large blood hole in his chest.

"Sigh ......" The tall Xiren war horse just let out a sad long neigh, and its huge body fell to the side, throwing the owner on its back into the air.

"Ah...... Save me......" The warriors of the Xi tribe who fell under their horses only let out a faint cry for help, and were trampled into meat paste by a large group of war horses that roared.

"Whoosh ......"

"Woo ......"

It turned out that the extremely arrogant warriors of the Xi tribe, they never dreamed that the powerful crossbow shot from the Li family's army could hit so far.

What frightened the Xi warriors even more was that the Li Jiajun's crossbow arrows were wave after wave, wave after wave, as if the mountain flood that had been accumulated for half a year suddenly erupted, and the crossbow arrows shot out were endless.

Whenever there was a sudden darkness in mid-air, the charging queue of the Xi warriors was immediately cut off.

Countless Xi warriors who were still alive just now fell in a pool of blood so inexplicably, and their souls immediately scattered.

The Xi warriors in front of them reined in their horses one after another, wanting to turn around and flee back, but the Xi warriors behind had completely increased their charging speed, where could they stop the momentum so easily?

The commanders of the Li Jiajun deliberately waited for the Xi warriors to rush to the front before ordering the release of crossbow arrows to launch a counterattack, just because they did not want to leave room for the enemy's charging team to control their horses and turn and avoid.

......The Xi warriors, who were turning around and running back, were hit by their own team that rushed up at full speed from behind, and for a while, people turned over on their backs and suffered heavy casualties.

The crossbowmen of the Li Jiajun, who did not receive the order to stop shooting, were like perpetual motion machines, always repeating a set of prescribed combination actions.

"Put!" Under the command of the officers, the crossbowmen of the Li Jiajun had just released the crossbow arrows together, and then they withdrew the divine arm crossbow with their left hand and handed it behind them.

When the crossbowmen stretched out their right hands behind them, a ready-wound Divine Arm Crossbow was already in its designated position, waiting for them to receive it.

The crossbowmen in the first column quickly loaded their crossbows into the firing holes, and as soon as they heard the commander's sharp whistle, they pulled the trigger and handed the crossbow behind them.

After countless times of training, crossbowmen, auxiliary crossbowmen, and winders, even with their eyes closed, can completely put the equipment in their hands in the most comfortable position for the robes.

Lao Guning and the patriarchs and elders beside him all looked at the battlefield under the hillside in amazement, and they saw that the Xi warriors were like mature fields, wantonly harvesting life and blood by the never-ending death scythe.

"This ...... What's going on? No, it can't be, it can't ......" In the decades of fighting, Lao Guning has never seen the tragedy of this deliberate massacre in front of him.

"King, king, quickly give the order to blow the trumpet and let the soldiers withdraw, otherwise it will be too late......" The Xi general beside Lao Guning was the first to wake up, he hurriedly shook Lao Guning, whose mind was blank, and asked him to quickly order the withdrawal of troops.

Lao Guning woke up suddenly, and if he didn't order a retreat, his more than 2,000 elite soldiers would probably be slaughtered by the cunning Southern Barbarians.

"Quick, quick, blow the trumpet, let them withdraw!" Lao Guning, whose hands and feet were cold, trembled and gave the order to retreat.

"Woo Du Du ......" Xi Ren's unique retreat horn instantly resounded throughout the battlefield, and soon passed to Xi Ren's forward team.

Li Zhongyi, who was standing proudly on the hillside, suddenly let out a long sigh, put down the monocular in his hand, and said lightly: "Backward tactics, overly selfish commanders, no wonder the Xi people only deliver women to be queens for the Khitans!" (To be continued.) )