The horse team of the Shimen Fan barbarian army is really just a horse team, the soldiers riding on it, the riding skills are very poor, although the horse is not good at running and sprinting Sichuan horses, the temperament is not strong, and the height is not high, but the riding skills of the barbarians are still very difficult to control.

They sat on horseback, using spears and axes, and they didn't know how to chop and save effort, but they just danced around, and if there was a man who was proficient in horsemanship and cavalry warfare here, he would definitely laugh at this scene.

But even so, it is enough to deal with bandits with a thousand people.

The horses rode through the valley, relying on the strength and speed of the horses, and slaughtered them from the crowd to the crowd, like no man's land, and the bandits had no bows and arrows, nor sharp weapons, nor armor, nor strong will, and the sound of a hundred horses galloping frightened them.

The horses' hooves stomped on the ground, shaking like the cracking of the heavens and the earth, stirring a small valley into darkness, and the barbarians shouted and screamed, fierce as ghosts, and the blades and axes were everywhere, and blood was splashed everywhere.

Decent battles and fights almost didn't happen, the bandits and bandits bullied and bullied the weak township soldiers and the people were strong, where was the opponent of the regular Song soldiers, after a dozen or so people died, the bandits of the brigade began to shout indiscriminately: "The idea is piercing, the wind is tight!" ”

A swarm of bees ran towards the entrance to the valley.

According to the people in the high dock fort, they also beat gongs and drums when they saw this, although they didn't dare to open the door and come out to follow the water dogs, but it was still okay to shout and cheer.

So the bandits ran faster.

The valley is not big, and the entrance is just a blink away.

In the sound of horses' hooves and shouts behind the earth-shattering horses, the two horizontal columns of ghost pawns, and the bandits who broke up with the wolves, collided head-on.

Looking from the arrow tower of the dock fort on a high place, it looked like a large black tide, rushing towards a small black obstacle blocking the mouth of the valley.

Liu Cheng held his bow and arrow, "grunted" in his throat, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

He was a little nervous, which had nothing to do with his boldness, and everyone would be nervous when fighting on the battlefield.

Liu Cheng was a fierce general who once led twelve people to capture the city, and he would not blink in the face of thousands of troops, but now, his eyes were still a little dignified.

Because of the art of war, the poor are not chasing. Those who are beaten and run away, don't chase them, the ferocious deserters will fall into madness, they will tear apart everything that stands in their way, whether it is people or things.

The bandit in front of him is such a person.

The horse team behind is like a group of impermanence, banging on the ass to kill, no matter how powerful the human strength is, it is difficult to confront the galloping horses, they have no choice but to run.

Therefore, the Shimen Fan ghost pawns who are blocking the valley mouth will resist the bandits head-on.

Liu Cheng and others all thought that Changsun Hong was supporting the great, or that this person was a fool.

Isn't it good to have them on the national ball? We stayed on both sides, stretched out our knives and poked the spears, cut off the two unlucky eggs, and then ran slowly with the horse team, hanging behind them, and when the strength of these grandsons was finished, the distance was lengthened, and then one by one we cleaned up, saving more effort, and our own casualties could be minimized.

Why not?

Someone couldn't hold his breath and spoke urgently.

It was Ai Zhongxiao who spoke, the person who stood closest to Changsun Hong among the generals of Jinghu.

"Lord Changsun, we are only more than 100 people blocking the valley mouth, but there are nearly 1,000 people rushing over on the opposite side, the difference in strength is too great, and we have no danger to rely on, it is too risky to fight like this, it is better to retreat to both sides......"

Before he finished his words, Changsun Hong's face suddenly turned around.

The iron armor made a "rubbing" sound when it turned, sounding like a weapon rubbing, and under the iron face of the angry King Kong, two fierce eyes shot out to the extreme.

"Phew! Shut up! Fight against the enemy in battle, and kill those who disturb the hearts of our army! Changsun Hong's voice was a little buzzing under the ghost's face, with the smell of rust, and it sounded even more impersonal: "Take your knife and watch us kill the enemy!" ”

Ai Zhongxiao was stunned by him and took a step back, not knowing how to answer, only to chatter.

The eldest grandson shook his head, and the red tassels of the iron helmet danced in a dashing manner. He turned around and re-tied his horse's steps, slowly pulled the carved bow in his hand, and a wolf's tooth arrow on the string slowly increased as the force exerted on the bowstring slowly increased, and retreated inch by inch.

The generals of Jinghu looked at each other, exchanged glances with each other, did not say a word, and silently raised their bows and moved forward.

The formation of the bandits was scattered, and there were about a dozen people running in front.

They saw the officers and soldiers blocking the road at Taniguchi, and also saw the corpses of a dozen brothers guarding here against the wind, but they were not sad but happy.

Because there are so few officers and soldiers, it looks like they are about to collapse.

"Rush over, rush over!" The leader of the cart who was running behind shouted, waving a big knife with a lot of holes in his hand: "After you go out, you will run up the mountain, you will not be able to go up the mountain immediately, and you will be safe when you go up the mountain!" ”

The food and property looted this time were piled up on the cart, and the bandits were desperately working for this, and they were reluctant to lose it.

The bandits in front of them were even more crazy, screaming and running, and the weapons they held in their hands were everything, most of them were using simple knives.

The distance was getting closer, and soon, the two sides were close enough to be able to see each other's expressions clearly.

Liu Cheng and the others did not move, and pulled the bowstring to the full, but did not shoot the arrow.

Because Changsun Hong hadn't shot yet, the strings of his carved bow were about to break, and his strength was exhausted.

Under the face of the King Kong ghost, Changsun Hong's face maintained a resolute calmness, he stared at a bandit at the front, his eyes fixed on the reference, estimating the distance of the other party.

He held an axe in his right hand, the blade of which was black and full of old blood, and he held a round wooden shield in his left hand, and a blanket around his waist, bulging with a puff of arms, and his face was full of anger, and his flesh was full of scars, and he looked like a deserter who had fought in battle.

The ghost pawns fell off their horses, the first row was tied with a low posture of the horse, the long handle of the Mo knife landed on the ground, the blade was raised, the second row was slightly higher, and the first row was staggered and standing, and the Mo knife pointed forward.

No one spoke, only the sound of heavy breathing, accompanied by a steady posture.

Twenty steps, ten steps.

The eldest grandson Hong has not yet opened his bow and released arrows.

Liu was sweating down, and he almost thought that this adult was stupid and forgot that he still had a bow at hand.

Five steps!

The sharp blade of the Mo knife did not stop the outlaw bandits, and the bandits at the front had already reached the distance of hand-to-hand combat.

He stretched out his round shield to block the ghost's shiny sword, and the axe in his right hand was drawn back, ready to fire.

This is a standard military combat move, using a shield to open the opponent's weapon, rubbing the body up, using the most powerful right hand to slash at the opponent's gap, hitting with a single blow, and then stepping on the opponent's corpse, breaking out of the formation.

Practitioners, veterans.

Liu Cheng squinted his eyes and said in his heart.

"Kill!"

At that moment, Changsun Hong's arrow broke through the air and shot out with a bang, and he used a loud shout to dub the arrow.

"Kill!!"

Nearly 100 ghost soldiers shouted in unison, as neat as the horn roared by a boatman pulling fiber on the bank of the Yangtze River.

Changsun Hong's arrow did not shoot horizontally, but at an angle, shooting into the distance.

A bandit who was running behind was shot in a daze, and with a bang, he fell down.

The killing sound exploded, and the ghost pawn moved.

Facing the ghost pawn of the veteran bandit, he suddenly burst out, and the strength of his whole body was concentrated on the supporting legs and arms, and the ghost pawn who was originally kneeling in a low posture suddenly went up, and the powerful hands held the Mo knife and picked it up, and the blade met the wooden shield in the hands of the veteran bandit, and slashed diagonally.

The sharp blade pierced the wooden shield without any obstacles, as if it had pierced a piece of tofu, and the arc of the upward pick did not stop for half a minute, and it was gracefully drawn.

The veteran bandit watched incredulously as the long blade pierced into the wooden shield, sliced through his arm, then swiftly slashed through his chest, slashed through his internal organs, and cut out from the right rib position, the whole process seemed to him to be as slow as slow motion, but as fast as lightning and thunder.

The blood soared, and the ghost pawn completed the movements he practiced every day in the afterimage, and the Mo knife drew a semicircle in the air, and when the knife was closed, his body had already stood up, and his right leg quickly retreated, returning to the action of a high horse step and the front finger of the Mo knife.

The veteran bandit maintained the posture of swinging the axe and slashing out, and after a while, a bloody arrow rushed in the wound in the middle of his body, and the blood soared more and more, and the whole person split into two halves after a few seconds.

The eyes of Liu Cheng and the others widened incomparably round.

I don't know how the arrows were released in their hands.

Everyone looked at the two rows of ghost pawns dumbfounded, as if they were acting, repeating the action of waving the knife and stabbing the horse in the storm, the two rows of ghost pawns, you go up and I retreat, I retreat and you go, and they are tightly coordinated and intimate.

The Mo Dao Array only danced twice, and dozens of corpses were piled up all over the ground, and blood stained the ground of the valley mouth red, flowing into a river.

The corpses were all mutilated without exception, with severed arms and limbs, not intact.

The bandits in the back, like flames beaten back by the head-on waves, suddenly stopped the car.

Panic is spreading, and more than death, it is a more brutal death.

They suddenly found that the horse team behind them seemed to be a little more humane.

The people in front stood still, and the people behind were caught off guard and cursed.

So it's even more messy.

(End of chapter)