Suddenly, I smelled a faint smell of metal and sweat coming from the wind.

The wind suddenly became louder, and the blowing reeds swayed endlessly, no, it was the low roar of rushing forward. With the help of the cover of the reeds, a large number of graceful figures suddenly appeared, and they were forced to the front almost immediately.

With the blood of the sword and the screams, the elongated team was cut into several strands. Those Liangshan people with laxity and fatigue written on their faces were almost caught off guard and fell in pieces.

"Lean ...... me"

The old soldier Deng Fang shouted vigorously, swung his knife and knocked a flying axe, and slashed at the cart in front of me, buzzing.

He had already kicked down and slashed down an assailant who rushed to his side, and then blocked another slashing knife hand, slamming his helmeted head into the face.

At this time, it was like a late tone background, the sound of various women crying, and the panicked screams and shouts of the Liangshan people made the scene a mess.

Strictly speaking, it was only an armed levy, so there was not much equipment for battle, almost mostly lightly armed men and a small number of spearmen who were convenient for long journeys, and there were almost no shields and crossbows, let alone two or three kittens of sentry horses.

Dai Zong, who was sitting in the cart, almost immediately became the target of the other party's fire, and he only had time to stand up and shout halfway before he was hit by several axes and arrows, and blood splashed all over his body, and he slid down softly

Then his deputy, another Dutou from the water camp, simply ran a few steps, was poked in the waist by a stray arrow, and jumped into the river with a muffled grunt, drifting away with a splash of water and a splash of blood.

The other leaders were not much better, helpless and unresponsive, and I even saw a figure out of the corner of my eye, getting under the cart, desperately smearing plasma on his body and pretending to be dead.

As a result, the remaining veteran Deng Fang, who was still fighting and fighting, became the backbone of everyone's approach. Because he was surrounded by old men from the former rebel army, it was easy for him to gather into a group according to his words, but the casualties didn't seem to be so big, and those Liangshan people who were far away also ran towards him.

Because I was talking to him before, I was lucky enough to be surrounded by these people, and I leaned down on the cart for the first time, gasping for breath, calming the heart throbbing that almost jumped out of my throat.

Under his roar and orders, all kinds of blades, spears and spears placed on the cart were taken out and erected on the cart that was tilted and overturned into a piece, which could be regarded as the most preliminary line of defense.

After being stabbed to death in succession by a dozen people in front of the jagged spear tips, the attacker's offensive had to be paused, showing a certain weakness and weakness.

After Deng Fang gathered half of the people in the team, the panic and panic of being attacked slowly subsided on the faces of these Liang Shanzhong, and then turned into a certain kind of shame and hatred.

Under the leadership of Deng Fang, they began to form a team, and with a little courage to regain their courage, they turned back and rushed towards these strange enemies, and dragged back those comrades who were still separated and besieged, and those who were still a little angry.

In a certain way, at this point, this ambush that was not very qualified has already achieved part of its purpose, and the collection team has almost lost more than half of its manpower, and all kinds of expropriated materials have also been lost.

Having lost the suddenness and frontal advantage, there is no need to dwell on it anymore. But when the attackers regrouped, they only slowly retreated into the grass, but did not really leave.

I suddenly felt some numbness in my legs, so I looked at the gently beating sand on the ground, only to realize that it was not my legs that were numb, but the ground shook gently, and the old soldier Deng Fang also noticed something, and roared angrily

"Turn your head and be on guard ......"

Then the reeds on the other edge of the road suddenly fell in pieces, and among the flying and fluttering blades of grass and dust, the fierce roaring riders, like ghosts leaping into the clouds, pierced the thin barrier of dust and mist.

I can even see it clearly

The snow reflection of the stubby willow-leaf flat spear was not the rough pig iron tip used for cannon fodder, nor the well-sharpened spear used by veterans, and the knight at the head wielded a fine iron horse lance with oblique protrusions.

With the simple movement of the movement, the huge inertia, like thunder, knocked down a small group of lone people and trampled under the horse, and then the last person suddenly flew up, like a leaf in the wind.

"It's the horse team of the officers and soldiers......"

"How could they be here?"

"Damn the official dog......"

"Turn the spearhead around for me......"

"Stop them ......"

"Steady, steady......"

In the chaos and shouting, some timid people have begun to turn around and try to escape into the reeds, and then they are beaten down by people rushing behind them.

In the face of the black pressure trotting over the horse team, the wind blowing in the face brought the fishy smell of human and livestock sweat.

The cheeks and eyelids of the Liang Shanzhong in the front row began to become bloodshot, but the hands and feet of many more began to twitch, fluttering like fallen leaves in the wind.

Then there was the dull crash and the cracking of flesh and bones, and the screams and howls that erupted suddenly after being suppressed,

With just one photo, the sparse and unequal formation in front of them was partially dented, and their postures were like punctured water bladders, as they curled up and fell, screaming heart-rending screams, splattering blood everywhere.

Among the few who did not fall, Deng Fang, the veteran who led the spear, also had a bloody mark on his face full of ravines, but that's all, he threw it with his backhand, and immediately nailed one rider to the shoulder, overturned him from his horse, and tripped another rider as he rolled down, and in a breath, he swung another snatched horse spear, forcing the third rider back.

This pause finally made the rest of the people react and make up for the gap in a mess.

But I could do nothing but stand there stunned and frightened, one after another, stiff and unable to even say a word, until the instinct of this body was restored.

Relying on the cover of the board, I gasped for breath, pulled out the parts of a bag, shook my hands and easily formed a crossbow, felt the row of arrows on the buckle, and gritted my teeth to pull a tailless arrow in the trench.

Obviously, as a result of my repeated shooting practice in the mountains, there was little improvement on such occasions, and the figure running in front of the gurgling head was shaking almost impossible to aim at the target.

From time to time, the air flew over, and the sound of aggressive voices hitting the wooden shield hand and the cart, mixed with the sound of crying and wailing and falling. It's like a spell that makes it impossible to concentrate.

Advance, advance, I tried to remind myself that the first short arrow buckled out, a low arc through the flying horse's legs, and fell into the dust.

Then it was much faster to put on the second one, and the screams continued, and in a moment, a dozen more people joined the ranks of the dead and wounded, and in a short time, the red blood flowing all over the ground stained the turned dirt brown......

At the moment when they fell, I snapped the button, and the gray shaft disappeared with a thud under the subtle reaction force of the buzzing and trembling.

I still miscalculated the amount of advance, and wanted to shoot the largest body of the target, but it landed on the unprotected horse stock, so I jumped up with the rider in pain, and then was pierced by several spearmen who rushed forward, and the blood was poured into the dust.

When the auxiliary kill was achieved, a game term popped up in my mind for some reason, but my mind became much calmer, and then I pressed the third one.

This crossbow is light and delicate, and the arm bow with iron bones and reeds is said to be a self-defense weapon issued by the military state to cavalry officers, but the people on Liangshan have never been accustomed to using this thing, so they somehow broke the string and threw it into this depot.

It was as if I had turned on a switch in my body, my hand tremors became smaller, my breathing slowed down, and the reloading movement became much smoother.

The fifth short arrow struck one of the riders in the shoulder again, and he leaned down in pain and rushed out of my range, but it led several riders to gather around him.

Until he was scolded and reprimanded, he dispersed again, but he had missed the opportunity to further expand the breakthrough.

After the wounded and corpses in the way were dragged into the crowd, the veteran took the lead in a thrust and overturned the three distracted riders from their horses, only one wolf bèi rolled and fled, and the other two were mercilessly stabbed in the cheek and chest, turning into cold corpses.

Finally desperately repelled the surprise attack of these horse teams, and we shrank by more than half again, although it was only a few moments, but it seemed as if a long time had passed, and the wounded and the dead lay in the blood, slowly groaning and dying.

After firing more than a dozen short arrows, the fingers and wrists of my hands became sore and soft, and the trembling ones could hardly be wound, and the results of direct kills were almost none, because all of these officers and horses in uniforms had protection, and at least they were a leather holster.

Therefore, as long as it is not right in the eyes, throat and neck, the power of the short arrow is a little insufficient, but a few Liang Shanzhong with bows and arrows around me follow my movements, aiming wherever they are, and there are quite a few results.

Deng Fang, the temporary leader, glanced at me with a little approval and instructed

"Watch out for cover ......"

Then suddenly a quick step rushed to the front, dragged up the two bodies that were still intact, hurried back into the array, picked up the baotou and placket, and couldn't help but change his face.

"Baisha Village, Feiliu ......"

"Damn, they're from the camps outside the mountains......"

"Even if you wear the uniforms of the officers and soldiers, you can smell the stench of the horse bandits......

Some of the surviving members also recognized it.

"What the hell is going on......"

"What did you do wrong......

Unfortunately, there is no time for them to think about it.

The attack was frustrated again, and the enemy seemed to have lost patience and confidence, and began to shake their heads from side to side, and slowly retreated, as if expecting something.

Like a roaring gale, the figure on the back of a galloping horse suddenly swept out again, but it was a new force that had not been moved.

These cavalry looked much more elite, and many of them even had some kind of glint on them, which was the metal armor that could only be found as a regular army leader or a general's personal guard.

They were skilful and sophisticated like hunters, and with the deterrence of roars and spears and sabers, they drove away the herds of deer that had gathered by compressing the horns of the house.

After gathering and projecting with short spears and hand axes, they continue to hover and sweep away from the edges, then use the spear tips and blades to bring down some unresponsive figures, and after they are stabbed or carried to the ground, their companions will stomp and stab to inflict more casualties.

"Did the horse team of the former army also send someone to intervene......

Deng Fang roared out almost word by word.

"You really look up to us......"

"How can he be in the headquarters, and those big people on Meng's mountain are so fond of ......"

In the face of such provocative remarks, the other party ignored it and rushed over repeatedly in a muffled voice. Although it was clear at this time that the number of them was not too large, when they rushed to kill together, there was an illusion that the mountains were shaking.

The various goods that had been piled up and dumped on the ground around him were rearranged as a line of defense that could be used as psychological comfort, and a feeling of being at a loss for the end of the road began to permeate the faces of the remaining people.

I was also tossed, but it was a cracked pickle urn, and the miso soup that flowed out was giving off some kind of pungent taste. Then some kind of train of thought is triggered.

I grabbed a jar of wine and threw it with all my might, spilling a large piece of it in front of the battle, and then in their stunned expressions, I threw out a burning stick......

As a result, nothing happened, and the firewood that fell on the wine was extinguished with a burst of white smoke, and I was fluted for a moment, and the enemy was also fluted, and then a slender spear flew over as my return salute and greeting.

Obviously, I've been misled by those YY unlimited costume dramas again, well, not all wine can be burned, especially for the ancients who could only brew low-alcohol wine.

But my actions inspired Deng Fang, who was fighting in front, and he threw out another jar, which was an oil can, and then the others did the same......

After paying the price of a few lives, he threw firewood and grease between the overturned carts,

This time it finally burned, and with the fire gradually rising under his feet, the horse team that rushed into the crowd was also in chaos, although it was possible to blindfold and drive the mount to rush through the danger area, but the instinctive nature of the creature to fear fire was not so easy to destroy.

Although they were bouncing around in the flames, and we also brought a lot of casualties, the morale of these horsemen was even more deadly, and the terrible neighing of the men and horses being burned together made the rest of the riders' originally high-willed mounts neigh, panting, shaking their heads, and beginning to cringe.

Even the rebellious front hooves raised high and towered, leading the sprinting queue, there was some kind of chaos,

The cavalry that stopped on the battlefield was a bigger target and target than the foot soldiers, and this time no one needed to shout any more slogans, and all the short spears and bows, as well as miscellaneous heavy objects, were thrown out together.