Chapter 18: The Fierce Battle

The flying axe swirling horizontally slashed at the enemy, scattering the half-prepared army formation of the Huns once again.

In particular, the Huns wearing iron armor are the key objects of the flying axe.

A round of short spears and a round of throwing axes have already defeated the Huns.

This is Yun Lang's tailor-made combat method for the cavalry captain, as long as it is an enemy that can be solved with weapons, do not use hand-to-hand combat.

Although in the era of the Han Dynasty, a weapon may be worth more than human life, Yunlang still adheres to the concept that human life takes precedence over weapons.

It seems that this approach is correct, and before they really take the battle, the Huns have already suffered heavy casualties.

The black horse neighed past a fallen war horse, and the spear that Huo Quying poked forward shook gently, and the sharp blades on both sides of the spear cut the neck of the Huns in front.

The Hun cavalry abandoned their weapons and clutched their bloody necks in despair, and then fell off their horses.

Huo Quzhi, who had killed sex, reached out and untied the empty gun bag hanging on his shoulder, and the bag floated backwards like a kite with a broken string.

The war horse under the crotch accelerated forward, rushing towards the most dense place of the enemy like lightning.

He was followed by five hundred of the same warriors, and as he charged, they quickened their horses, and this imposing force rushed straight into the oncoming enemy.

The war spear in Huo Quzhi's hand was raised again, and this time, the spikes of the spear hit the chest of the Hun cavalry heavily, and the spear drilled into the body, but it was firmly stuck in the ribs of the Hun man.

He let go of the barrel of the gun, if he didn't let go again, the tail of the gun would hit his body, the black horse roared, continued to accelerate, Huo Quzhi gently fiddled with the barrel of the gun, let the barrel of the gun cross his chest, and pushed the barrel of the gun forward with brute force, and a rain of blood suddenly broke out around him, and the Hun cavalry who was shot was actually torn apart from the middle by his spear.

Perhaps it was because of the bath of blood rain, Huo Quzhi's eyes already had a crazy color, and he dragged the spear and hung it on the victory hook, let go of the left hand holding the reins, took out the long knife at his waist, and after turning in a semicircle, he slashed heavily at the figure that appeared in front of him.

Yun's steel knife is invincible, this former brother's joke, now on the battlefield has been confirmed, this thick-backed chopping knife is the most suitable for the battlefield to fight, everywhere it goes, countless spears and spears have been broken, even the leather shield of the Huns, under the blade of the chopping knife, it has also fallen apart.

Seeing Huo Qubing soaring in the enemy's military formation, Yun Lang smacked his tongue, the previous concept of Huo Quai's martial arts in Shanglin Yuan was still in the state of being punched by him, and now it seems that he needs to be careful of this guy in the future.

Cao Xiang's blood boiled when he saw it, and he couldn't help but dance with his hands, learning from Huo Quai's appearance in the military formation, and stretched out his hand to kick his legs, Yun Lang had already been kicked twice by him unintentionally.

The four-foot-long chopper wreaked havoc in the crowd, and even a wooden mace studded with iron spikes could not withstand the blow of the chopper.

The enemy army facing him flew all over the sky with stumps and broken arms after encountering Huo Qu's illness. At this moment, Huo Quzhi's eyes were bloodshot, like a red-eyed monster. There was no longer the slightest trace of handsome appearance and elegance in him, and all that remained was wild, fierce, and cold.

The oncoming Huns did not expect the Han army to charge so decisively. In an instant, it was like a walled house that had been washed away by a flood, and it collapsed with a bang. Both those who lost their breath and those who did not, under the iron hooves of this group of people and horses, turned into a mass of minced meat, leaving only a bloody path.

The Huns began to panic, dodging this group of fierce gods left and right, scrambling to flee for their lives.

Li dared to chase Huo Qubing desperately, constantly shouting to his companions to keep up, no matter what, the front and arrow formation cannot be chaotic, this is the formation that can best reflect the power of cavalry in the chaotic army and reduce his own casualties.

The majestic black horse knocked over a war horse and continued to advance, the four hooves were sensitive to trample in the pile of horse corpses, Huo Qubing sat like a mountain, seemed to be one with the war horse, and quickly shuttled in the military formation.

A man and a horse were at the forefront of the military formation, and although a messy feathered arrow fell on him, he only fell to the ground with a soft roar.

The cavalry formation of 1,000 people, the confrontation was only a matter of a moment, and when Huo Qu was sick and killed through the enemy formation, his eyes suddenly opened up.

On a small hill not far away, a sheepskin flag was erected, which was so messed up with dyes of various colors that it could barely be seen as a bull's head.

Under the banner stood a samurai dressed in white bone armor and wearing a yak skull, and he was roaring angrily at Huo Quai, who had come out of the army.

Huo Quzhi laughed, took advantage of the fact that the speed of the black horse had not slowed down, and rushed towards the low mountain bag again.

A feather arrow landed accurately on Huo Quzhi's chest, and after colliding with the heart goggles, a spark emerged and then fell, another feather arrow was waved by Huo Quzhi, and another feather arrow penetrated Huo Quzhi's battle skirt and bit him heavily on his thigh.

These three arrows fell on Huo Quai's body almost at the same time, and none of them missed.

Three shots with one shot!

Huo Quzhi gritted his teeth and screamed, taking advantage of the fact that the enemy general had not drawn the bow again, and threw his spear with all his might, but the enemy general avoided it sideways, but the spear penetrated into the flag bearer's stomach like a poisonous snake, and took him backwards.

The white bone enemy general snorted coldly, put away the giant bow, raised his hand to take out his huge mace, urged the horse forward, and without waiting for the speed of the war horse to run, he turned his head and smashed down on Huo Quai, who rushed in front of him.

The chopping knife was fearless to meet it, only to hear a loud bang, the forward momentum of the black horse was actually slowed down by this stick, Huo Quzhi only felt that his arms were numb, if it wasn't for the chopping knife had been tied to his left hand, the knife would have been knocked away by the mace of the Huns.

Without waiting for Huo Qu's illness to recover, he heard the sound of the wind in his ears, and hurriedly lowered his head and shrank his head, only to feel a strong wind blowing above his head, and he didn't have time to raise his head, urging the black horse to continue to move forward.

The strong black horse pressed its spiked head against the neck of the enemy general's war horse, and with another flick of the neck, a foot-long bloody wound was opened in the neck of the white bone general's war horse.

The war horse fell to the ground without even making a wail, and the unprepared White Bone General was thrown off his horse.

The Huns around the mountain bag screamed, and rushed to the mountain bag in despair, Li Dare shouted, and the cavalry captains who had no opponent took out their crossbows and shot at the small mountain bag.

Huo Qubing watched the Huns who rushed up fall off the war horse one by one, he gasped and dismounted and put the mountain chopping knife against the neck of the White Bone General, ignoring the horror in the eyes of the White Bone General, just exerting everything, the White Bone General's head left his neck, and fell into Huo Quzhi's hands together with the white bone helmet.

In the exclamation of the Huns, Huo Qubing retrieved his spear, inserted the head of the white bone general into the spear, and beat his chest with one hand and shouted: "Kill one of the enemy generals."

The battlefield seemed to be quiet for a moment, Huo Quzhi stood on the ground, looking at the Huns around him and shaking the spear in his hand slightly, and the blood in his head splashed.

The Huns next to him, seeing Huo Quai, who was covered in blood, glanced at them with red eyes, and couldn't help but be frightened, turned around and fled, as if there were evil ghosts chasing after him.

Huo Qubing had just found the scarred black horse, and found that there were Hun cavalry rushing in front of him.

In the face of those fleeing comrades, one of the cavalrymen led by him actually smashed the head of a deserter with his mace, and the remaining deserters were killed by the cavalry who came up again in an instant.

This is the most correct way, only in this way can the rest of the Hun cavalry be encouraged to continue the pursuit.

Li Kangyu was still chasing the scattered Hun cavalry with his subordinates, and suddenly heard a crisp gong, followed the sound, but saw Yun Lang standing at the top of the deadly gong.

Huo Quzhi laughed, and with a little pull on the black horse's neck, the black horse got into the stake forest.

Seeing this, Li Dang and other soldiers also drove their horses into the stake forest.

They had been trained countless times on weekdays, so it was easy for these horses to walk briskly in the stake forest.

After a while, he opened a distance of twenty zhang from the Huns who had just rushed up.

Arrows are like flying locusts, however, this time it is the rain of arrows of the Huns, these Huns who are used to shooting arrows on the back of a war horse are really good, more than 2,000 people opened the bow together, and actually formed a rain of arrows in a short period of time.