Chapter 9: The End of Ping (7)

"General Kang, General Kang......" A mournful cry sounded on the mountain road. Ω More than a dozen guys dressed as pro-soldiers stopped fleeing, flattened the body of the mink general, and turned to climb the hillside.

According to the Liao ** law, if a general is killed in battle, even if his own soldiers can escape back with his body, they will be subject to military law, unless they can cut off the head of an enemy general of the same rank, and the merit and crime will be compensated. So, at this moment, they have no choice but to fight to the death.

A row of armor-piercing cones flew in front of them, knocking down a third of the Kang's own soldiers in an instant. With coach Zheng Ziming sitting by his side, the villagers were all in good spirits, and the feather arrows they shot were fast and accurate. However, for the Kang soldiers, who already had the will to die, one-third of the casualties were far from enough. The remaining seven or eight men let out a roar from their mouths, separated from each other, and continued to pounce upwards against the mountain like mad dogs.

"Whoosh-" The villagers shot out the third row of armor-breaking cones, and let the desperate guys go by half. The remaining four or five Kang soldiers rolled nimbly on the snow, using the cover of the mountains and rocks to approach the villagers faster. Seeing that the distance between the two sides was less than ten paces, the villagers would be powerless to protect themselves after shooting the feather arrows. Zheng Ziming decisively lowered his head and picked up the steel whip from the ground, "Guards, follow me and block them!" ”

"Guards, protect your lordship!" Ten guards dressed in willow leaf armor roared out of the crowd, forming two high walls on the left and right sides of Zheng Ziming, blocking the Kang soldiers who came desperately.

The two sides fought hand-to-hand at close range on the snow-covered slopes, and neither of them would back down. In the blink of an eye, one of Kang's soldiers and two villagers were killed, and the rest of the enemy and us gathered into a pimple, waving weapons and beckoning to each other, blood kept splashing, but no one could tell which drop came from the enemy and which one came from themselves.

"Die!" Zheng Ziming swung his whip and smashed the opponent in front of him, smashing the person's helmet along with his head. A scimitar slashed down against his shoulder, and was blocked by the guards around him with shields. "Boom!" The sound of the cowhide shield being chopped off like a war drum shook his intestines. He opened his mouth and let out a roar, "Kill-", he twisted his body, swept his arm across, and raised his right leg up decisively.

"Dangchang!" "Phew!" The steel whip was blocked by the enemy's scimitar, but his right leg swept into the opponent's ankle, which was not protected by any armor. The Kang soldier who tried to sneak attack him screamed and fell, and in the blink of an eye, he was dismembered by the Zheng guards.

There were still two Kang's personal soldiers, and they were surrounded by six Zheng Ziming's personal guards. In terms of martial arts and killing experience, they are far superior to each other. However, in terms of adaptability to the terrain and cooperation with each other, they are far inferior. Soon, the two sides were divided into winners and losers, one of the Zheng guards was wounded, and the two Kang soldiers were each hit three or four times, and they were devastated on the spot.

"Don't get closer, keep shooting, keep greeting them with armor-piercing cones!" Zheng Ziming glanced back, brandishing a steel whip and commanding loudly. "Aim for this bend and shoot one to one!"

Because they were worried about the safety of Zheng Patrol, the formation of the villagers was a little chaotic. However, after the inspectors were unharmed, the villagers were instantly relieved. According to the habits cultivated in ordinary training, they are redivided into three rows. Rain of arrows poured down around the bend in the mountain road.

The bend of the mountain road is directly opposite a ravine, which is not very deep, but in such cold weather, if anyone accidentally falls, there will definitely be no chance to climb out again. If the Youzhou rout wants to escape for their lives, they must pass through this inflection point on the mountain road, and at the same time face the risk of indiscriminate arrows and stumbling down the valley.

"Whoosh-" "Whoosh-" "Whoosh-"

Rows of armor-piercing cones were shot down, and in each row, three or four corpses would be created. Almost in the blink of an eye, the bend in the mountain road was blocked by corpses. The soldiers who retreated to the nearby Youzhou became a big pimple, you pushed me, cried and scolded, but you couldn't speed up the traffic by a bit.

"Ahh The other two routers crouched down and pushed the corpses of their companions in an attempt to push the corpses into the valley and "widen" the road. Before their plan succeeded, several armor-piercing cones fell from the sky, "poof, poof", and blood splashed like a fountain.

"Ahh A guy dressed up as a famous man suddenly let out a terrible wolf howl from his mouth. No longer trying to "widen" the road, he turned and threw himself down the hillside.

"Ahh "Ahh "Ahh More than a dozen defeated soldiers who were completely in a state of despair did the same, and they also howled and rushed to the village on the hillside. Life for life, their idea is very simple, they do not consider at all what the cause of this war started, whose door they themselves are at the moment at the moment. As a servant for a long time, following the Khitans to burn and loot everywhere, many places on their bodies have been "Hu", and the more they reach the moment of life and death, the more their brutality is exposed.

"My soldiers followed me and stopped them. Archers, keep shooting! Zheng Ziming frowned and grabbed the steel whip again. Taking advantage of the terrain, he arranged similar combat plans in several dangerous places on the mountain road in advance. I don't want to wipe out all the enemy troops at once, but at every dangerous point, I will peel off a layer of enemy skin.

So far, this "peeling" tactic has been carried out quite successfully. But if there are always people in the enemy army who jump out and fight hard, it will also be a trouble. After all, the real combat effectiveness of the villagers is not much higher than that of the desperate who has the heart of death. And while they have to free up their hands to deal with the desperates, a large number of routs will take the opportunity to escape from under their noses.

"Grandma's, Lao Tzu will fulfill you!" Zhang Qiong, the leader of Zheng Ziming's personal soldiers, also killed his anger, rushed down a few steps along the hillside, and attacked the desperate ones first.

"Fulfill them, leave no one behind!" Zheng Ziming's eyes suddenly lit up, and he ran two steps forward, whipping down his hand, and smashing a crazy desperate person to the ground.

Although Zhang Qiong's approach is a little reckless, it can solve the problem at hand. That is, ruthless to ruthless, horizontal to horizontal. Only in terms of momentum, the guy who dared to fight hard in the rout was completely suppressed and completely beaten down. The rest of the rout soldiers will obediently follow the tactics of Lijiazhai's side, obediently pass through the "checkpoints" on the mountain road, and obediently leave a large number of corpses at each checkpoint.

"Dangchang!" A desperate person in Youzhou was stopped by the guards on Zheng Ziming's left, and he was so angry that he screamed. Zheng Ziming did not hesitate to go around from behind and gave him a steel whip. smashed the man to the point of breaking his tendons and fractures. Another Youzhou desperate bypassed the interception of the guards and rushed towards Zheng Ziming's back, the steel knife in his hand was raised high, and the blade was glowing with pink demon light because of too many killings.

"Kill!" Without waiting for him to rush closer, Zheng Ziming turned around quickly, stride, and swept the steel whip diagonally, hitting this person in the chest. "Poof!" The desperate's chest was smashed into the chest for several inches, his ribs broken, and shattered internal organs squirted out of his mouth. Zheng Ziming did not hesitate to give him another steel whip, and then rushed down the snow-covered hillside.

A Youzhou soldier went around the bend to block his way, and he smashed his weapon with a steel whip, and half of his shoulder with another whip, and fell on the hillside, screaming again and again. Zheng Ziming was not interested in giving him another whip, looked up, and rushed to the next opponent.

This time, his opponent was the crazy Dutou. The man was eight feet tall, shoulder-wide enough to block half a door. Seeing that Zheng Ziming dared to rush towards him without his personal guards, this person was overjoyed. Roaring and raising a large iron shovel, it smashed head-on.

Zheng Ziming slammed the shovel horizontally, and continued to rush forward by taking advantage of the terrain. With a "dang bang", sparks shot out, and the heavy iron shovel was actually broken by the steel whip by more than two feet. Youzhou's head and arms are numb, and the double ** retreats again and again. Zheng Ziming smiled coldly at him, raised the steel whip again, and smashed it down.

"Dang!" "Dang!" "Dang!" Youzhou blocked his head three times in a row, and each time he was smashed backwards one after another. There was a sudden pain in his left knee, and he was smashed to his knees on one leg. "Die!" Zheng Ziming raised the steel whip again, and it was another blow to the top of Mount Tai. Youzhou all screamed and raised his iron shovel to block, "Ah-"

"When ——!" The loud bang was deafening. The iron shovel flew upside down, and the steel whip continued to fall, hitting the head of Youzhou Dutou, smashing this person half a foot shorter in an instant.

"Lu Dutou, Lu Dutou—" The two Youzhou soldiers who rushed forward desperately cried out of their mouths, but they didn't dare to continue to move forward, turned around, and ran away.

Zheng Ziming's personal guards arrived just in time, chased after them from behind, and hacked the two to death in the snow.

"Lu Dutou, Lu Dutou—" The routed soldiers on the mountain road also let out a chaotic wail. Holding his head in both hands, he scrambled for his life in both directions. His total number was more than a hundred, and the distance between them and Zheng Ziming was less than ten feet. However, even the brave and combative Lu Dutou was smashed into a patty by the other party, which of them dared to continue to brush each other's tiger whiskers?

"Ahh "Poof!" The screams, the sound of the human body falling into the valley, one after another. Many of the routs were in a panic, their feet slipped, and they fell headlong off the cliff. If you are lucky enough not to fall, you will face a rain of arrows, or continue to flee forward, or turn around and look for support, and in the blink of an eye, the bend of the mountain road will be empty.

"Stand back, go back and protect the archers!" Zheng Ziming was stunned, and then turned around decisively.

With just a few personal soldiers and seventy or eighty archers around him, he couldn't block the enemy's way. Now that the arrogance of the enemy army has been suppressed again, and since there is a way to ensure that the "skinning" tactics are not interfered with, he is not in a hurry.

Tonight, this world belongs to him, and he is very patient.