Chapter 121: This sword is called Chopping Horses
The fire in the western camp was monstrous, and countless slaves took water to extinguish the fire in the midst of the Turkic shouting and scolding, but no matter what method was used, they could not extinguish the raging flames.
Not only that, but the oil is mixed with water to produce a large amount of black smoke, which does not decompose into hydroxides, but the carbon dioxide produced by the extraction of oxygen is very rich.
Coupled with the strange smell released after the burning of human corpses, horse corpses, wool, and cow dung, a choking, eye-smoking, and suffocating gas suddenly enveloped the entire battlefield.
"Kill!"
Looking at the enemy soldiers and enemy generals who broke through the smoke and gasped, the corners of Yang Shuang's mouth curled up slightly.
Maybe everyone doesn't know it, but in fact, what can really kill people is colorless and odorless carbon monoxide!
There was no wind tonight, and the smoke did not disperse for a long time.
Suppressing the excitement in his heart, Yang Shuang swung his knife and rushed towards the pursuers.
Another plan has worked!
As long as the Turks waste the incomparably precious fresh water next door to the desert, and wait for their own sentinels to cut off the dark water, the 150,000 army can only dig bitter water to drink.
The bitter water well is not just as simple as water bitterness, it involves ore layers and all kinds of heavy metals.
Ye Hu Tush once said that the old shaman of the grassland can be said to be respectful of bitter water, even if he is thirsty for horse blood, he cannot touch the bitter water with a poison cup.
That's an incomprehensible ghost thing that kills people invisibly, and even has been passed down from generation to generation!
From the future, Yang Shuang certainly understands that what kind of poison cup it is, but heavy metal poisoning, maybe lead, maybe mercury, maybe manganese, uranium, chromium.
The first two are chronic, and the last one is acute.
The mild ones have mouth sores all over the body, and the middle ones are either dead or disabled, and even affect the next generation!
"Kill!"
The chasing soldier approached, Yang Shuang suddenly burst into tears, the shield slammed into the side of the horse's head and neck, and slashed the forelimbs of the war horse with a knife, without waiting for the knight on horseback to swing his weapon, the war knife was slanted, and half of his body rolled down leisurely.
"Hiss......"
After that, Kuoda, who was about to hit the bald head, gasped, hurriedly stopped the warhorse, and jumped down with a mace.
"What kind of weapon is this?"
"Kill the horse!"
Yang Shuang was a little too lazy to answer, the situation on the battlefield was changing rapidly, cut down this group of pursuers in one go, and quickly packed up his things and ran away!
Otherwise, when Apo reacts and mobilizes 100,000 troops to besiege him, he will definitely not even be left with scum.
The "bang......" battle shield and mace collided with each other, making an earth-shattering sound.
Koda: Central Turkic general, combat power 88.
"Eighty-eight? Bye-bye! ”
Yang Shuang's shoulder shield rushed forward, and once again he blocked the drawn mace, and the weapon combining the long iron rod and the five-foot blade crossed an arc trajectory, slashing diagonally on Kuoda's shoulder like cutting tofu.
"It's so sharp......," Kuoda looked at the huge war knife that had almost cut off half of his body, his eyes full of disbelief.
Yang Shuang raised his foot and kicked the lower half of the corpse, drew his knife and swung the knife to cut another person, "Ma Dan, a dragon trick is so much nonsense!" ”
"Sons, kill!"
"Kill !!"
The heaven-shattering roar broke through the sky, and the torrent of Xuanjia was like a rainbow, and when the thousands of horses rushing were strangled, the slaves around them suddenly died down.
"Withdraw!"
The slave cowered, and there were no pursuers behind him, Yang Shuang was puzzled and ready to run away.
However, before the Cangyun army could move, the sound of horses' hooves suddenly came from the southeast.
"Friend or foe, hurry up!"
"Kill !!"
In the darkness, countless black figures rushed towards the flaming Turkic camp, and the leader was a little familiar!
"Wo Cao, old black?!"
Yang Shuang was slightly stunned, and then laughed, "Let's go, hurry up, the one who is behind the pot is here!" ”
The main strength of Dunhuang is only 5,000, but he dares to come to play the swing, and his courage is extraordinary!
"General!"
Shi Wansui, who was covered in blood, also took advantage of the chaos to break through the encirclement, and ran over with a smoke, "Why don't we follow the master left and right to fight and add to the battle?" ”
"Soldiers are sleepy, don't fight again!" Yang Shuang rode his horse and galloped, and replied without looking back.
"But ·····"
"Let's go!"
Yang Shuang's thoughts beat carefully, and the corners of his mouth turned up again.
Old black in the snow? Save yourself from fire and water?
No, no, he's just icing on the cake!
Thirty miles away, due to the serious loss of the horse's physical strength, it actually ran for almost half an hour.
When rushing back to the Stygian Water Camp, Yang Shuang immediately recruited sentry riders.
"Is there any movement in the Turkic front army?"
"General Hui, my subordinates were just about to report to you, about a quarter of an hour ago, the Turkic front army suddenly transferred a large number of troops to the Chinese army, as if the sky was dark, I don't know how many people there are!"
"How much?"
"Many! A lot! ”
"Order, the whole army gathers, lightly armed and simple, and goes straight to the Turkic front army!"
"Yes!"
Lao Hei's icing on the cake was like touching Yang Shuang's G-spot, his hands trembled and subconsciously touched his trouser pockets, wanting to light a cigarette to point the country, but he never thought that in this era, except for the big cigarette stick, there is no happy cigarette like a fairy.
In just a moment, the 1,000 soldiers who were strictly guarded by the whole army were already ready to go.
"This battle will be won!"
"Victory!"
Seeing that the harvest was quite abundant, and the hundred heavy horsemen whose heads were almost all over the neck of the war horse returned safely, the morale of the armor soldiers was greatly boosted, and when they heard the main general shouting, they raised their arms and shouted.
"As the main general, I should have said something before going out, but Lao Tzu was born and died dozens of times, every battle must be defeated, and every enemy must be broken, so there is only one sentence for everyone: survive, let's drink 300 altars at the Dunhuang celebration banquet!"
"The general is mighty!"
"Haha, remember, Lao Tzu's name is Yang Shuang! Sons, let's kill !! ”
"Roar !!"
Morale: 120!
Great, finally lit!
Yang Shuang touched the dried blood scab on his face, and swayed like a sheep's madness, picking N more fences and planks into the Styx River, where the water flow was greatly reduced.
An improvised pontoon bridge was quickly formed.
"Woohoo ·····"
Soon, the sentry cavalry on the opposite side noticed that the Sui army was moving, and several ticking arrows flew into the sky, letting out a terrible scream that tore through the air current.
However, the inhuman Yang Shuang has already crossed the River Styx with a large army!
"Kill !!"
Jiashi is not a soldier, but the foundation of the Great Sui State.
Although the number is small, but after decades of war and combat experience passed down from generation to generation, I believe that the elite of few dynasties can compare with it!
Maybe their grandfather and their father are the extraordinary elites who survived the chaos of China!
Coupled with the combat skills and martial arts passed down from generation to generation, as well as the weapons equipped by the royal family and various technical skills, they are enough to be far ahead of other soldiers!
One beats ten?
No, the combat power of a soldier is not judged by the individual, but by the combination.
If they form an army formation, maybe they can defeat one by one!
After a few breaths, a hundred meters had passed, and there was silence in the camp of the Turkic former army across the river.
Yang Shuang knew that the moment his own army pounced, countless arrows would inevitably fall.
"Shield!"
The configuration of the armor soldiers is almost the same as that of the sword and shield soldiers, although they do not have the soul of the fusion system, but in terms of combat power, they are not much worse than a hundred elites!
What is missing now is nothing more than skill blessings!
"Be brave and good at fighting Zuo Wuwei, and take the lead in the Xiongqu Army! Kill!!! ”
"Huh?" Yang Shuang carried the battle shield to fly and resist the horse, and he was a little puzzled in his heart, the slogan of this group of armor soldiers was actually different from Liu Fang's team of heavy cavalry Xiongqu army!
I don't have time to think about it, the rain of arrows is coming.
To his relief, it wasn't all at once.
Judging by the sound of sparse pulling and hitting the shield, there are no more than a thousand!
PS: Yesterday Pi Da asked me if I should wait for me to be on the shelves, and I chose the latter, one is the poor grades, and the other is that I have an urge to treat this book as a free version. Lao Xie is not full-time, in order to live during the day, sometimes need to work overtime until late, every time it is to make up at noon and use mobile phone code words on the bus. Writing books is all about making money, but the last book was swallowed, and I am sorry for everyone, this book can be regarded as compensating for old readers. I will write with my heart, absolutely not too supervised, and guarantee 2 million+ words. This month's monthly pass, don't keep it for the old one. As for whether it will be on the shelves in the future or not, let's see the results. It is said that there will be an outbreak only when it is put on the shelves, and the old solution will break out after 30 words +. Thank you all for your support.