Chapter 401 is a piece of cake!

Liu Kuo is a four-rank general, leading an army alone, and according to his military position, he is a person with the same status as the Ten Masters of Luomen, but in the left avant-garde, the Ten Masters of Luomen are equivalent to Luo Yao's disciples, and his status is naturally transcendent. Logically, there should not be this kind of righteousness of Jianghu people in the army, but Luo Yao is such a character, who can care?

At the beginning of the founding of the Great Sui Dynasty, generals took the lead in many cases. Later, it was rare for a general above the fourth rank to personally charge into battle. A person who can be promoted to the rank of four-rank general has undoubted experience and ability, and if such a person loses on the battlefield, it is sometimes an irreparable loss.

However, Luo Yao's sentence only gave a four-rank general 300 soldiers and brought a dozen small boats for him to forcibly cross the Huangniu River, and Liu Kuo had to go.

Liu Kuo's army was one of the three armies of the Vanguard Army, and Wen Xiaodao was appointed as the vanguard general. Although Liu Kuo had the same military rank as him, he had to be controlled by him. Without Wen Xiaodao's military order, Liu Kuo would definitely not rush across the river. Before Luo Yao ordered to fight the rebels, crossing the river could trigger the beginning of a full-scale war between the left avant-garde and the rebels.

Although Liu Kuo is not Luo Yao's cronies, he has been in the left avant-garde for a long time. Therefore, he understands Luo Yao and knows Luo Yao's thoughts, the left guard is like Luo Yao's private soldier, he will not easily start the battle.

This is also one of the reasons why he had to ask Wen Xiaodao, but Wen Xiaodao's rescue order has not come down for a long time. Liu Kuo first sent people to mobilize ballistas to suppress the rebel forces on the other side, and then sent auxiliaries to build pontoon bridges, and he had already done everything he could.

So Luo Yao asked him to lead troops across the river to save people, which seemed to be a little unfair to Luo Yao.

However, Wen Xiaodao's face was blue and white and ugly. Although Luo Yao didn't reprimand him, the cold tone when he spoke to Liu Kuo was equivalent to a slap in the face. Wen Xiaodao really felt that if there was any accident this time, Liu Kuo would not be able to escape, even if he would not be implicated, he was afraid that he would gradually be indifferent to Luo Yao and eventually lose his status.

Luo Yao didn't reprimand, didn't scold, didn't even ask him. In Wen Xiaodao's opinion, this is more severe than letting Liu Kuo lead his troops across the river.

So he is even more skeptical now, what is the relationship between Fang Xie and Luo Yao?

He secretly glanced at Luo Yao, and found that Luo Yao's cold and ruthless eyes glanced at his face. This glance made Wen Xiaodao fall into an ice cave.

It has not been easy to get up by himself over the years, if he is snubbed by Luo Yao because of such a trivial matter, it is not worth it. Thinking of everything he has done over the years, his heart is sour and painful.

The expression on his handsome face was very complicated, and the eyes that looked at Luo Yao were a little sad.

Luo Yao glanced at him, was silent for a moment, and then sighed softly.

Liu Kuo stood in front of and behind him with four personal soldiers, riding a fishing boat to the north shore. The two pro-soldiers raised their shields to block Liu Kuo's body, and the two pro-soldiers behind protected the boatman with their shields. The boats dispersed as soon as they entered the river, and if they gathered their forces, they would be immediately shot into hedgehogs by thousands of archers on the opposite bank.

Even with the suppression of the ballista, the closer you get to the north shore, the denser the feather arrows become.

Feather arrows crackled against the shield, sharp but helpless to wrap a thick layer of leather on the hardwood shield. The giant shield is high enough to cover the whole person, but at a long distance, the feather arrows come out parabola, so having a shield does not mean that it is foolproof. When crossing the river, at least a dozen soldiers of the Jingbu battalion were hit by arrows, and several fell into the water.

When they approached the shore, countless spearmen from the rebels stood in several rows, constantly poking their spears at the boats, but the boats could not be docked, and many well-trained soldiers of the Jingbu Battalion were shot to death before they could fight the enemy. When a dozen or so small boats arrived at the north shore, they gathered together, and the troops were too small, and if they were scattered when they reached the shore, no matter how elite the soldiers were, they would not be able to escape when they went ashore, when their defense was at their lowest.

"General Fang!"

Liu Kuo shouted at Fang Xie while dancing to block the spear that stabbed him: "Lean this way!" ”

They were separated by rebel infantry, with the hundreds of rebel cavalry in front and the rebel infantry arranged along the river behind. At this time, if you look down from the sky, the plum blossoms turn like a fluttering boat in the ocean.

The cavalry circled around the plum blossoms, and condescendingly cut down one by one. At this time, there were too many rebels gathered on the shore, and they had no room for accelerated impact. But after all, there are a large number of people, and the ruthless cavalry knows that they can't escape anything, so it's better to fight. If the dozen or so people of the Sui army are taken down, there is still a way to live.

If not

The Mingguang armor is too strong, and Chungu and they have died I don't know how many times.

The horizontal knife slashed on the bright light armor, rubbing out a string of sparks, but it couldn't cut through at all. The spear stabbed into it, and the tip of the spear slid off the iron armor as soon as it tilted its body. This piece of equipment allowed them to survive in the sea of swords and rain. At this time, Chun Gu and the others were gradually lacking in strength, and the speed of wielding the Da Mo knife was getting slower and slower. It's just that even so, the Da Mo knife is still invincible, and the cavalry that came up fell down layer by layer, and layer by layer.

The ground under the feet of Chun Gu and them has been soaked in blood, and the boots make a chirping sound when they step on the bloody mud.

"Change formation and lean to the shore!"

Fang Xie shouted loudly, and then pulled Chun Gu in from the outside, stuffed the Chaolu knife in his hand into Chun Gu's hand, and he picked up Chun Gu's Da Mo knife and rushed to the front: "Follow behind me!" ”

Chun Gu was stunned for a moment, and then her eyes turned red.

Although she is not inferior to the butchers, she is a woman after all.

At this time, Liu Kuo finally landed on the bank of the river after losing more than eighty infantry, and relied on the strong combat power of the Jingbu battalion to barely occupy a small area on the bank. But there were too many rebels, layer by layer, and the spears were so dense that even this small piece of land could not hold on for long.

Liu Kuo and Fang Xie were separated by at least a dozen rows of rebel soldiers, and the two could not see each other and could only shout loudly.

This bloody battlefield feeling began to revive in Liu Kuo's heart, and he seemed to have returned to the time of the battle to destroy the Shang many years ago. This feeling made the beastly nature in his bones gradually emerge. On the battlefield, he didn't kill less than any of his comrades.

"Kill!"

Liu Kuo roared loudly and swept his long lance horizontally, and the two-foot-long lance easily tore the leather armor of the rebel soldiers, and five or six soldiers were almost simultaneously dissected by this lance. As soon as the lower abdomen opened its mouth, the bloody intestines were immediately squeezed out, and the wounded people wailed backwards, and the intestines hung on them.

Waddled.

……

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The first time I used the Da Mo knife, Fang Xie was a little uncomfortable. But after killing three people in a row, he began to like this weapon, the Chaolu knife is made of the treasure, the blade is about one meter two, and the handle is one foot, but the weight is almost the same as the Da Mo knife. And the Da Mo knife weighs more than thirty pounds in one handle.

Such a heavy knife is a meat grinder when it dances.

The people in the camp are already tired, Chungu is undoubtedly the brain of the plum blossom formation, and the others are all under the command of Chungu, but Fang Xie can see that Chungu can no longer break through as an arrow at this time. At this time, no one is better suited to rush to the front than him.

Fang Xie swept with a knife, the power of the Da Mo knife in his hand was twice as great as in the hand of Chungu, the blade easily cut off three or four rebel soldiers, and after half of his body fell to the ground, the blood in his abdomen gushed out like a fountain. A rebel army was slashing at Fang Jie's shoulder, and the big Mo knife in Fang Jie's hand swept diagonally, the blade slashed under the arm of the team and cut out from the side of the neck on the other side, and the half of the team's head slowly slid down from the body.

Fang Xie happened to step on half of the team's heart when he stepped forward, and with a pop, the meat mud squeezed out along the soles of his boots.

Fang Xie shouted as he walked: "Don't take care of me, you concentrate on dealing with the cavalry behind." ”

With a single sword, he split the rebel soldier in front of him from his forehead, like drawing a line, and the corpse cut open in the middle fell to both sides, the same size. Stepping on the corpses and internal organs of the enemy, Fang Xie strode forward. One slash slashes off the heads of two rebel soldiers, and the other removes half of a soldier's shoulder. The knife is wide open and closed, domineering.

The god-like Fang Xie rushed into the crowd of rebel infantry, and those infantry were terrified in their hearts. Some of the recruits who went to war for the first time were immediately overwhelmed with fear, and feces and urine trickled down their crotches. The smell of feces and urine mixed with the smell of blood, poured into everyone's nostrils, and could not be dissipated for a long time.

Zhuo Buyi followed behind Fang Jie, holding a horizontal knife to block the sneak attacks on both sides, the horizontal knife made of stainless steel had already broken out a lot of gaps, and the blade was like a jagged tooth.

The ten men from the battalion retreated while fighting, and followed closely behind Fang Jie. When Fang Xie cut a bloody hole in the rebel infantry and they melted into the rebel infantry array, the rebel cavalry completely lost its effect, and at this time, they also went crazy and jumped off their horses, screaming and rushing over to continue the pursuit.

The team of more than a dozen people is like a small boat going upstream, the big Mo knife is the oar, and the sliding is a river of blood.

A spear suddenly appeared from the diagonal stab and poked at Fang Jie's shoulder, and Fang Xie tilted his body and immediately slashed back. Although the strength of this shot was not weak, it only tore a hole in his black clothes, and it didn't leave any scars on his body.

The gun-wielding rebel lieutenant's eyes immediately widened, and his face was full of consternation. It was clear from his wide open mouth that he couldn't believe that the shot he had been gathering for so long didn't even stab a single blood flower. What is the body of the black-robed man in front of him made of?

His astonishment lingered on his face forever. Fang Xie slashed his neck with a knife, and the human head rolled out along the riverbank, kicking and rolling back and forth at the feet of countless people.

Liu Kuo heard the shouting of killing getting closer and closer, and his blood and qi also surged. The lance in his hand danced like an angry dragon, and none of the rebel soldiers in front of him could stop a move. This man, who was already in his fifties, strode forward with a layer of blood on his body.

He was stabbed in the shoulder, the chain armor was chopped open, and the blood flowed out along the armor, but Liu Kuo, who had already woken up from the tiger in his heart, didn't care at all, and pierced the chest of the person who injured him with a lance, and then raised his arm to pick up the corpse and smash it down.

The corpse knocked the rebels into a piece, and Liu Kuo took advantage of the situation and rushed forward two steps.

From landing to sprinting forward ten steps, less than fifty of the three hundred Jingbu Battalion remained. None of the corpses that fell to the ground had no more than ten wounds.

At this time, Liu Kuo, who was only concerned about fighting forward, suddenly had a bright eye, and when he raised his head to look, he found that the rebel array had been killed by him and Fang Jie.

The two men looked at each other and laughed at the same time.

"Let's get out!"

Fang Xie pointed forward, and Liu Kuo turned around like a dragon and slapped over the two rebels: "It's a piece of cake!" ”

Fang Jie's heart fluttered, and he strode forward and walked side by side with Liu Kuo.

One old and one young

Swords and lances fly together, killing people step by step.

A boy is born as a general, crisscrossing the battlefield, how can he stand in the way?