Chapter 214: Hundreds of Miles Away

&Free txt download is like the hundreds of tribal soldiers guarding the horses, if they don't leave their posts for fear of missing the 'fine' color scene of the blood sacrifice, they have every chance to bring the horses to Kunjian's side. By the time they realized the danger and ran to the herd to fetch their horses, the attackers were already in the range of the crossbow. In their desperation, they made more mistakes, and the horses collided with the herds of cattle and sheep. Opportunity, fleeting. The Warriors unceremoniously cut off the herdsmen's hopes......

It took a lot of effort for the stubborn Kun Jian to organize hundreds of young and strong people and thousands of 'women' and children, old and weak, to once again launch an attack on the strong crossbow formation of the Wucai Army. In this attack, they drove the 'women' and children in front of the old and weak, and the formation was deliberately scattered. Kun Jian thought of a way to deal with the crossbow array, and although he didn't know how it would actually work, it would be his only chance.

Walking through blood is the path of hope. Behind the crossbow array, nearly a hundred of his own warriors guarding their horses were engaged in a 'fierce' battle with the enemy cavalry, and Kun Jian knew that once he rushed in front of the crossbowmen, his tribe would have a chance to escape. As long as there are young people alive, he can lead them back to glory, and the population is just to rob them.

As a general of the lower thousand cavalry of the martial cavalry and strong crossbowmen, Gongsun Wenyuan has never been so happy, five hundred strong crossbows several rounds of slaughter, in his distance of three hundred steps, corpses are all over the field, blood is drifting, and in some places the mountains of corpses are half a person high.

This time, the enemy general once again gathered thousands of people to fight the flames. The lesson learned from the blood made the enemy general learn wisely, and the formation of the charge was no longer dense.

The crossbowmen were excited, witnessing the fruitful results, and various rewards were already floating in front of them, flying all over the sky. However, the enemy general seemed to have inherited the hospitality of the steppe herdsmen, and felt ashamed of the gifts given to the distant visitors, and continued to drive away the results in the eyes of the cavalry, and invited the guests to laugh.

Of course, the cavalry will not be polite, the crossbow arrows have been wound, waiting for their general's order, and the death "courier" will 'stir' from the tight crossbow string, sending the 'kiss' of death into the enemy line.

"Huh?"

Gongsun Wenyuan took a deep breath and was about to break out, but he unexpectedly found that this time there was a difference between the enemy and the previous ones. The first to take the lead are some trembling 'women' and children, the old and weak, and the truly lethal enemies are hiding behind the 'women' and children.

"Leopard, thank you for taking care of you, and in return, after two rounds of crossbow arrows, those old and weak people in front of you will be 'handed over', good luck!"

Gongsun Wenyuan smiled evilly, the heads of the old and weak women and children cannot be counted as the results of the battle.

The two hundred horsemen who had covered the crossbowmen were depressed, and so far they had gained very little. Hearing Gongsun Wenyuan's comfort, the leopard responded with an angry glare, all because of these damn strong crossbowmen, not their drag, he had already been rushing to kill happily, and the results were at his disposal.

Smug, Gongsun Wenyuan continued to be proud, not caring about the leopard's attitude at all.

Kun Jian had a very bad premonition, the enemy's strong crossbowman had not fired for a long time, and his forward had already entered the distance of two hundred paces, did they want to 'shoot' straight?

Speculation is often far from reality. This is confirmed by the performance of the crossbowmen.

"Oops!" A dark cloud covered the top, and Kun Jian's heart was sinking. He knew that his attempt had failed, and that the enemy general had seen through his plan, and the reason why he had not launched an attack for a long time was to wait for his follow-up main force to enter the slaughterhouse. As soon as they are within 'firing' range of the crossbow, the enemy decisively covers them with the bolts.

Strong crossbows, especially pedal crossbows, defying all armor protection in the era of cold weapons, the warriors of the Rat Nibu in front of the powerful crossbow arrows like meteors, no different from the withered grass and yellow leaves, instantly completed the four-part tetralogy of broken, broken, broken, scattered, blood, broken 'meat', stumps, the sky 'excited' and 'shot', flying, the cruel scene brought infinite visual impact to the survivors, enough to produce people beyond the fear of collapse, even the bravest and most ruthless warriors in the world, involuntarily budding to retreat.

"Rush, rush!" It's a dilemma. Enter, there are tribal 'women' and children in the way, there are deadly crossbow arrows, retreat, it will be the abyss of destruction. Kunjian gritted his teeth and made the most painful decision of his life. He was so decisive that he didn't even have time to complain and regret his previous cocooning.

Climbing over the mountain of corpses and crossing the sea of blood, Kun Jian personally led his subordinates to resolutely rush to the crossbow array, and the old and weak who stood in the way were all solved by him with one sword.

Gongsun Wenyuan looked at the outlaw in front of him in amazement, and had to admire the bravery and resoluteness of the enemy.

Admiration does not mean that the subordinates are merciful, and the crossbow arrows of the strong crossbowman are full again. This time, it is no longer a 'shot' from the back, but a straight 'shot' with an extremely piercing 'exciting', a straight 'shot' within 100 steps!

The cavalry on both sides were leaping and 'wanting' to try, and Gongsun Wenyuan's order to release the arrow was not only issued to the crossbowmen, but also their order to attack. It seems that the situation is not as bad as imagined, and there is still a bit of 'meat' in the scraps.

The crossbowmen are impeccable, row after row, crouching down after the 'shot' to make room for the crossbowmen behind them.

Kunjian was lucky enough to dodge four rounds of crossbow arrows, but luck didn't follow him all the way, and he fell unlucky enough to fall on the last of the bolts. The powerful and thick arrow instantly pierced him, killed, and flew away, strung with an old man behind him.

The leopard bitterly scolded the crossbowman, who had just aimed at a worthy target, seemingly the leader of the enemy, but his hopes of securing the highest medal were mercilessly shattered.

Two hundred horsemen roared out, exhausted their courage and packed up the enemy who was close to collapse, and killed the red-eyed knights indiscriminately, as long as they were still breathing, they were all cut in two.

In the autumn breeze, Li Huaitang immediately crossed the lance, and his sharp and indifferent eyes were looking around the battlefield. Within a hundred paces, except for the corpses, blood was flowing silently, within a few hundred steps, his cavalry was making more corpses, adding more bright red trickling streams, and at the extreme, it was still a one-sided slaughter, a cavalry slaughter of the infantry.

As the last of the resistance faded in front of the crossbowmen, this sprawling grassland gathering place was transformed into a literal slaughterhouse, and the grassland herders, who had just been celebrating wildly, either fell down and turned into pasture 'fat', or panicked and fled in all directions, allowing the iron hoof scimitar to harvest their lives.

All the light cavalry were in action, and even the strong crossbowmen of the military cavalry made a majestic cameo appearance in the work of the light cavalry, wantonly collecting battle exploits.

Under the 'temptation' and 'confusion' that can easily obtain combat exploits, the cavalry of the general's cavalry also derelict in their duties, and they are very happy to rush back and forth on the 'chaotic' and 'chaotic' battlefield.

A simple high platform attracted Li Huaitang's attention, and the ten pillars on the platform were all tied to people, some of whom were obviously dead, and the death was tragic. One of them is still alive, not only alive, but also releasing a curious light, looking at himself.

Shang Qi saw the mysterious and magical general again, obviously the appearance of the Tang people, but the outfit was very different from the Tang army, I don't know what kind of armor he was wearing, it seemed to be cloth, but I had never heard of cloth armor, wasn't that looking for death? Shang Qi forgot about his situation and fell into a cranky 'confusion' until the mysterious general appeared in front of him.

"May I see your lance?" This question was out of Li Huaitang's surprise, this surviving businessman-like person had just untied himself from the rope, according to common sense, such words as 'excitement' should be indispensable, but it was quite unexpected! There was no cliché thank you, no cautious inquiry, and I was directly interested in his murderous weapon.

Seeing that Li Huaitang was puzzled, Shang Qi hurriedly explained.

"I see that at least ten Hu people have died under this lance of yours. The general's horse lance technique is simply superb. ”

Excited, the more Shang Qi spoke, the more excited he became, and he didn't have the consciousness of just getting out of the realm of doom, as if he was the one who had just danced on the battlefield and killed him.

"Save your companions, and stay here if you don't want to die." If you say something like this in this environment, you will either be a wise and courageous person, or you will be a madman, no matter what it is, you need courage. Li Huaitang looked at Shang Qi appreciatively and smiled, but ignored his request.

The slaughter on the battlefield continues. More than a dozen tribes gathered together, and the number of heads was indeed considerable, enough for the Bright Cavalry to be busy 'messing' for a while.

"General, there are hundreds of horsemen who have fled. Do we pursue? "After all, the battlefield is too big, and three thousand horsemen can't stop the stragglers from rushing into the horse farm to grab the horses, and there are always fish that slip through the net.

"Chase, no one is left. Kill him for hundreds of miles! "Please keep in mind the URL, if you like the wolf under the moon to write "War Owl in Tang"