Closer to this old auxiliary, Cao Peng could even see the number of crow's feet in the corners of the deputy's eyes, and the diagonally raised head knife also slashed vertically at this time, and the old auxiliary soldier seemed to want to dodge with his rickety body. The auxiliary soldier struggled to lower his body, making the already rickety spine even more rickety.

Under the effect of horsepower, the ring-headed knife split along the shoulder blade of the old auxiliary, and a sticky feeling from the skull-head knife in his right arm was transmitted, and a splash of bright red blood gushed out along the cross-section. Cao Peng, who was stepping on the stirrups, turned his face away, trying not to let himself see this scene。。。。。。

After continuing to gallop for dozens of steps, Cao Peng's war horse man stood up. The adobe of a thatched house stood in front of him, and in the face of a dead end, Cao Peng pulled hard, and the bridle wanted to turn the horse's head. But in the narrow alley, there was no way to turn the war horse, and the anxious Cao Peng turned his head to see that a county soldier in leather armor rushed towards Cao Peng with a spear in his hand. Cao Peng, who was unable to move, anxiously pulled the war horse, although the horse's head turned around, but the war horse slowly stepped on the front hooves and had no speed at all. Seeing that the county soldiers with spears were only a dozen steps away from him, the anxious Cao Peng raised the pestle above the war horse like a target, but the war horse was still spinning in place.

"Dismount and fight!" Ma Yao's anxious shouts came from the place. Cao Peng, who was reminded, immediately turned over and dismounted in embarrassment, and at this time, the spear that sprinted against Cao Peng's scalp pierced the top of the saddle.

Before the wind brought by the spear passed, Cao Peng, who was close to the horse's neck, swung his knife and slashed at the wooden barrel of the spear, and the spear that had not had time to retreat was suddenly cut off by the heavy ring-headed knife. Seeing this scene, the soldiers of the county vigorously threw the half-cut wooden pole in their hands at Cao Peng's cheek. At the same time that Cao Peng lowered his head to dodge the wooden pole that flew in, the county soldier also drew his head knife and rushed down at Cao Peng with a straight slash that overwhelmed Mount Tai.

Cao Peng, who hurriedly dismounted, suddenly fell in momentum, sweating profusely, he was able to use the ring-headed knife to block the opponent's attack, and before he could take a breath, the county soldier on the opposite side was not tall, but it was very powerful, and the ring-headed knife danced vigorously.

One knife after another slashed down, barely giving Cao Peng time to breathe. Cao Peng narrowly avoided several attacks from the county soldiers, but he was already out of breath, just when Cao Peng felt a little unable to resist the fierce attack of the county soldiers, a huge figure with a huge air flow rushed almost Cao Peng stumbled, and when Cao Peng came to his senses, the county soldiers in front of him had already stabbed a horse lance. Cao Peng, who had palpitations, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and he turned his head to see that a knight wearing a fur hat and wearing armor had galloped dozens of steps away, floating not far away like a whirlwind. The knight on the horse skillfully turned the horse's head, and it turned out to be Ma Yao, a descendant of the Roman soldiers.

The tall Ma Yao rode on the short Mongolian horse and gently tapped the ring knife to Cao Peng, and then Ma Yao, who had a deep nose and high eyes, jumped off the war horse vigorously and led the war horse to Cao Peng and walked slowly towards Cao Peng.

Cao Peng, who prides himself on being brave, was out of breath at this time, and the expression on his face was a little complicated, and being saved by the descendants of an unknown barbarian country in the West made him feel a little mustard in his heart.

Cao Peng, who was standing with a ring-headed knife, stared at Ma Yao, who was leading the horse, and he turned a deaf ear to the sound of weapons crashing and running footsteps from behind. It wasn't until a dying shout came from behind him that Cao Peng, who suddenly woke up, turned around.

A large number of Baibo hoplites armed with door panels poured into Cao Peng's street like a tidal wave, and the Baibo army wearing hats poured in like the riot police who suppressed the riots in later generations, going door to door searching for the remnants of the county soldiers.

。 On the earthy yellow street, there were several corpses dressed as black armor soldiers, and red blood was bubbling outward, staining the surrounding loess into a slightly reddish black.

In the middle of the street, a badly wounded soldier crawled forward with his legs dragged with difficulty, dragging a trail of blood on the ground.

A heavy infantry with a short sword slowly walked up to him, and the white soldier crouched down, holding the short sword behind his head and pointing the tip of the sword at the dying county soldier. The luster of life in the eyes of the county soldier was a little dim, he raised his head and looked at the white wave heavy infantry hard, as if he wanted to say something, but the lungs that had been opened could only make a muffled sound, and his arm was slightly raised, pointing to his neck, and squeezing out a begging look with the last strength of his body.

The white wave infantry stabbed his short sword into the neck of the soldier, and then stirred it hard. At the same time as he drew his bloody short sword, the county soldier, who had already broken his cervical vertebrae, lay on the ground with his head tilted. The white wave soldier rubbed the blood of the short sword on the linen cloth of the corpse, and the dead county soldier had a relieved look on his face, and seemed to have a slight smile.

The high-spirited Zhao Hong also came to the stable surrounded by Li Yong, Wang Ming and other chiefs, and when Cao Peng and Ma Yao came to Zhao Hong, the battle to clear the remnants of the enemy from house to house was over. Seven or eight blood-stained soldiers were dragged over by a group of wolf-like Baibo soldiers, one of whom still had a Wu Ben on his head, and it was obvious that he should be a Han army officer. Many of the auxiliaries brought with them were busy stripping off the armor from the corpses of the Han army, or collecting weapons, but they were very busy.

Zhao Hong, who looked good, waved his hand lightly, and the two soldiers dragged the officer wearing a martial arts jacket to Zhao Hong. It wasn't until he got closer that Zhao Hong took a clear look at the officer.

The right side of the officer's Wu Ben face was obviously crooked by the fierce fight just now, and his long hair was also scattered, covering most of his face, so that Zhao Hong could not see his true face clearly. The officer's arm was vigorously crossed by two soldiers, and the arm was twisted 180 degrees, like two marijuana flowers, apparently broken.

At this time, there must have been a painful expression on his face, and the sad and pitiful Zhao Hong sighed slightly. Immediately, Zhao Hong retracted his expression, looking more solemn and serious, he lowered his head and carefully circled around the officer twice, and asked in a slightly condescending tone.

"Look up, what's your name?" Which Han army is it in? ”

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