Chapter 228: Sniper Combat One

Being able to be a member of Sulu Khan's personal army is enough to prove his strength. Cather, one of them, is the best of them, he is from the same scout background as Bahi, and his ability is comparable, but his luck is not good, his qualifications are much lower, and his light is completely obscured by Bahi.

Now, Kaser clearly sensed that his luck had come, first by pulling out the head and not being heard from from him, believing that it was over, and then by the commander of the scout team who had his head cut off by Sulu Khan. As one of Sulu Khan's most trusted soldiers, he naturally took the position of general of the scouts.

Luck seemed to continue to favor him, and the mysterious enemy horsemen did not escape his eyes, and the attempt to detour the northern bank of the eastern section of the Chu River was detected by him at the outset, and he followed with a team of scouts.

It's time to kill powerful enemies and prove their strength!

"General, shall we light a torch?" On bloody nights, there are always dark clouds covering the sky. The chasing Turgis were also uncomfortable, the mountain road was already difficult to walk, and the march was in the dark night 'color', let alone the five fingers. Deserters can light torches and serve as pursuers, but Caser cannot.

"Shut up! Go ahead, and whoever dares to light the torch again will be killed! ”

The pressure from Sulu Khan made Kaser hold back his anger, he needed victory, and he needed the heads of his enemies to wash away the infamy of "incompetence". According to his judgment, the fleeing enemy had lost their strength and abandoned their armor, as evidenced by the thousands of war horses they hastily abandoned along the way.

Experience has taught him that an enemy who has lost his courage is the best target to pursue. To become a grassland hero and accept the admiration of 10,000 people, it depends on tonight's raid, with less and more night raids. He believed that miracles would be born in his hands. And the torch will only tell the enemy that the pursuers are approaching, so that he will fall short.

Thinking of the upcoming feat, Cassel was nervous and excited. The sky ahead was bright, presumably the effect of countless bonfires on the ground, a scene that was exactly the same as the campfires of the steppe tribes.

"Quick, keep up, one head and three cows. Warriors, don't miss your chance! "Kaser shamelessly generously to Sulu Khan's indignation, drawing a pie of thorns to 'stir' the tired soldiers under his command. It seems that harvesting the heads of the fleeing enemies is not as difficult as imagined, as long as you cross the deep ditch in front of you, which is a little troublesome, you will succeed. There was a hint of smugness on Casser's face, and you can imagine how the scene boiled when they appeared murderously behind the unsuspecting fleeing enemy.

It wasn't as easy as Casser thought, and without torches, it seemed difficult to find a way across the ravine. It took half a day for the Turks to barely 'grope' a passage, and dozens of strong warriors quickly occupied the bridgehead on the opposite side of the ravine.

"General, the pursuers are coming!" The sentry in charge of the observation rushed to Li Huaitang's side out of breath, with a 'look' of shame on his face. His post was on a commanding height near the ravine, and if it was daylight, the situation on the opposite side would be clear at a glance. The cunning of the enemy made him derelict in his duties.

Li Huaitang was a little surprised, the enemy actually 'touched' the dark and advanced, if it weren't for the obstruction of the ravine, I am afraid that they would not be able to find out until they appeared in front of him.

"Crossbowman ready!" Li Huaitang roared. They had just arrived, and before they could rest, their pursuers were close at hand.

Both sides discovered each other almost simultaneously.

"Shoot the arrows!" The unanimous command led to the appearance of hundreds of feathered arrows in the pitch-black night sky.

Casser was annoyed, and what had been expected to be a night raid turned into an encounter.

Soon, though, Casser's anger was replaced by shock. A warrior beside him screamed and disappeared from his sight, a cloud of blood splashing on his lips.

"Crossbow bolts!?"

"Kill them, use a scimitar to deal with them!"

The experienced Caeser judged from the sound of his opponent's bowstrings and the terrifying effect of his opponent's arrows that the enemy was using a powerful crossbow! Before the enemy on the opposite side is wound, they must get close to each other and 'hand-to-hand' fight, otherwise, all that awaits them is a tragic death, just like the warrior just now.

The distance of a hundred paces on the plain, for the cavalry, is only a moment, but this is a mountainous area, it is night, it is infantry. Cassel walked painfully, struggling with the gravel under his feet, battling against time, and in a hundred short steps, he felt as if he were a thousand miles away.

In desperation and frustration, the enemy on the opposite side launched a second round of 'shooting' attacks, and it was a flat 'shooting'.

Crossbowmen don't need to aim, and in such a narrow terrain, a dense range of crossbow bolts works well.

Once again, Casser was saved by his rich experience, and at the critical moment, he quickly lay on his stomach, and the crossbow bolts defied all life on his head, destroying what he encountered, making blood splatter and make screams heart-wrenching......

"Kill!" Kaser burst out bravely, leaping to his feet, raising his scimitar and rushing forward desperately, and hundreds of Turk soldiers followed suit. The scouts he led were all warriors who had survived a hundred battles, and they knew the consequences of wandering in front of the crossbow, and tonight, if they wanted to survive, they had to rush forward, and rush again, 'hand-to-hand' and 'hand-to-hand' fight, until the opponent collapsed, or until the opponent all fell.

As always, Li Huaitang took the lead and took the lead in meeting the enemy.

"Click!" In the darkness, the familiar sound of a sharp blade slicing through a skull could be heard. An unlucky turkey man rushed past Li Huaitang, his head flew up, and his headless body staggered forward strangely, falling at the feet of the Armed Cavalry soldiers. Until he died, he didn't know who the murderer was.

environment, fair to both sides. Li Huaitang, who had just taken advantage, suffered a big loss in the blink of an eye. The movement of his slashing violently 'revealed' his position, and in the darkness, a scimitar slashed at him with extreme ferocity.

Li Huaitang was surprised to feel a black shadow in front of him, he almost instinctively turned his head sideways, couldn't help but get too close, the scimitar still slashed hard in front of his 'chest', with a harsh sound of strong metal friction, and he didn't stop until he was in his stomach, oh, no, it was stuck.

Gong Wulang, I love you, Mian Niang, I love you, Mian Jia, I love you more! At this moment, the love is infinite, and Li Huaitang, who is dripping with cold sweat, almost didn't call out.

"Die!" Li Huaitang, who was in a big disaster, picked up his battle knife, slashed it lightly, and another head flew into the sky. If there was enough light, Li Huaitang would definitely be able to see the shocked and unbelievable expressions of the Tuqi Shi who died under his sword.

Cotton armor, bravely suffered a deep knife mark to Li Huaitang in exchange for the lesson of night fighting. The roars, footsteps, and sounds in front of you are enough to judge the direction and distance of the enemy.

The brave Turgish people with an indescribable blood vendetta into the formation of the armed cavalry army's 'chaos' and 'chaos', they have no fear, only resentment, hatred is reflected in their swords, all reflected in their indomitable momentum. In essence, they are death squads, warriors who disregard life under the orders of Sulu Khan.

A knife cut off the arm, a knife cut off the little 'leg', a knife cut the head, a knife cut into the shoulder, the two hostile forces that are unwilling to give in to each other suddenly collided together, either you die, or I live, the two sides use blood, with life to compare luck, compete fiercely, only the winner can stand to the end, see the end.

The blood kept flowing, and the warriors poured one after another.

The soldiers of the Wucai Army were very impressed, the cotton armor was their reborn parent, and as long as the scimitar of the Turgi Shi people was cut on it, it was the Turgish people who died. The armed cavalry, well protected by cotton armor, did not hesitate to send the stunned sneak attacker to death with a backhand sword.

Li Huaitang responded to the battle in silence, the more he fought, the more brave he became, the cotton armor on his body suddenly appeared three knife marks, several pieces of iron embedded in the cotton armor had fallen, the tattered cotton strips were not willing to lag behind the war knife, drinking the blood of the enemy, and swaying in the air with the dance of his body.

"General...... "In the chaos" and "chaos", a anxious pro-soldier finally found Li Huaitang, and before he could finish speaking, a scimitar cut through his neck, and Li Huaitang watched as the head of the pro-soldier flew into the sky, and the gushing blood sprayed on Li Huaitang's face.

"Ahh Before he had time to wipe the blood off his face, Li Huaitang crossed over the headless corpse, and his angry gaze and war knife split the murderer in half.

"General, come back." It was another soldier's advice, fortunately he shouted quickly, otherwise Li Huaitang would not hesitate to cut him in two. In the night 'color' where it is impossible to distinguish between friend and foe, the way to survive is to strike first at all targets that are close to you and cannot be identified.

The sense of responsibility of the soldiers is very strong, and the 'chaotic' battlefield cannot stop his only mission, to protect the general!

"Lean on my back! Keep fighting! ”

Ignoring the kindness of the pro-soldiers, Li Huaitang drank coldly vigilantly. At this time, there was still something before and after, the endless fighting was everywhere, and the terrifying screams of 'Mao' filled the air around him, echoing between the mountains for a long time, endlessly.

"The warriors of the armed cavalry, all fighting back-to-back!" Inadvertently, inspiration flashed, and Li Huaitang reminded his soldiers loudly regardless of the direction of the outburst.

Tang Yan, in the dark, what the Turks heard was Tang Yan, which once again confirmed the preconceived judgment in their hearts. Unfortunately, they didn't understand the meaning, but they quickly guessed what the shouting meant, if they could survive the other party's scimitar.

Li Huaitang's shouting was like a huge magnet, attracting the hostile scimitars around him, facing the invisible threat, Li Huaitang was not afraid at all, he had no worries, and he could completely deal with the deadly scimitars from the front and sides.

Three consecutive crisp sonorous and broken blade sounds were Li Huaitang's cathartic war intent to the enemy.

The Turgish warriors are very helpless, in the center of the battlefield, there is an unprecedented warrior, whose fighting spirit is high, agile, the most painful thing for them is that the scimitar in the hands of the enemy is domineering and strong, invincible, lucky, but the weapon is cut off, the luck is average, the head moves, the luck is bad, the hand is broken, the stomach is broken, the moment is not dead, endure the torture of severe pain.

On the local battlefield, the Tucai Shi people focused their attention on Li Huaitang, which also created an opportunity for the cavalry to find their robes and fight on their backs. one pair, two pairs, three or four pairs; Five pairs, six pairs, seven or eight pairs. Through shouting and reminding, the cavalry gradually formed a war that could rely on each other to provide protection for the robes. The usual rigorous training is fully reflected at this moment, and with the skill, the armed cavalry is familiar with the road.

If the individual combat effectiveness of the cavalry is not the opponent of these one-in-a-hundred Turgish warriors, then the small formation that relies on each other is enough to offset the advantage of the Turgish warriors, and the large formation composed of hundreds of small formations is impossible for the Turgish warriors to defeat.

When the brave singles meet the doubles that pay attention to coordination, the Tuqi Shi people can't figure it out, the battlefield is still the same battlefield, the opponent is still the same opponent, and even the war knife is the same war knife, but why, the result is different?

The balance of victory on the battlefield quietly tilted in favor of the strong crossbowmen of the Armed Cavalry...... Please keep in mind the URL, if you like "War Owl in Tang" written by the wolf under the moon