"Crossbowman, listen to my orders before releasing the arrows!" Thorn shouted, rushed out of his hiding place as soon as possible, and ran along the ranks: "Cavalry get on the horse, watch me move and rush together!" ”

Thorns are the backbone of the horse thieves, and Thorns shouted two words, and some of the chaotic teams quieted down. Shi Bao turned over his war horse and stood at the back of the cavalry team, he was not the master of life, it was best to stay away from this life-and-death situation. But you can't turn around and run away, then stand at the back.

The thorns also got on the horse, and the halberd in his hand hung diagonally on the side of the horse. The snow could already be seen being rolled up by the Hun cavalry, forming a layer of white snow mist. The old black tower yelled: "Three hundred steps! Two hundred steps! One hundred steps! ……”

The shield-bearer at the front nervously cowered under the broad shield, and pressed his shoulders against the huge face shield. These things were made after they came here, and since they had to stick to it, they naturally had to defend themselves with sharp weapons and shields. There was no shortage of large trees and logs in the col, and almost half of the mountain beams were cut off, and the shields made could cover the col.

"Shoot the arrows!" The thorn shouted, and the crossbowman immediately let go, and the long arrow, the crossbow arrow pierced through the air and made a sharp chirp, and disappeared into the snow mist. No one cares whether the arrows hit the enemy or not, just release one arrow and then the second arrow, until the pot of arrows is clean, turn around and run to the side, making way for the cavalry behind.

A gap opened in the shield array, and the thorns rushed out first. It was not clear what was going on in the snow and mist, but it could be judged from the shouting of the men and horses just now that the vanguard of the Huns had suffered heavy losses, and at least hundreds of corpses had fallen on the way to the charge. But the Huns are the Huns, and they did not turn around and run away because they were dead, but still kept driving their horses to charge into the mountain pass.

Speaking of which, thanks to the camp chosen by Thorns, the pass is relatively narrow, which also limits the range of movement of the Hun cavalry. If it is placed on the spacious grassland, with the superb riding skills of the Huns and the speed of coming and going like the wind, 30,000 horse thieves may not be the opponent of 10,000 people.

Knocking out the arrows that were shot at him with his halberd, Thorn heard the sound of his brother falling from his horse beside him, but he didn't care about anything at this time. I appreciate the Huns' ability to pull a bow and shoot arrows while riding a horse, but unfortunately none of his subordinates have such a skill, either they can't shoot accurately, or the bow hasn't pulled away, and the person has fallen under the horse. In order to avoid the bows and arrows of the Huns, distance is the most fatal link.

Thorn was struck by an arrow in his chest, because he ran at the front, and received the most arrows. The strong impact made Thorn can't help but lean back, thanks to the armor that Su Ren gave him, otherwise his little life would have been explained.

"Kill ......!"

The two horsemen collided violently, the col was so narrow that the crowded horses on both sides did not even stagger the place, and Thorn could feel the mount's head hit something hard, and then he flew. Because the snow fog didn't see how many Huns there were, flying into the air at this time, I still couldn't see what was going on below.

A few sword shadows swayed beneath him, and the thorny body swirled in the air like a snake, just dodging the scimitars. Before it could hit the ground, the halberd danced. It's all people down there. The horses were next to each other, and the heads of the horses in the back were attached to the shares of the horses in front, and no one could move because of the collision. Fly up and kick the Huns at your feet away, stand on horseback and start fighting.

Thorn enjoyed the sensation, and the blood intoxicated him. I haven't been so happy for many years, and I opened meat today. A halberd is elusive, stabbing and slashing, this halberd is like life in the hands of thorns, and only beckons to the weakest part of the enemy's body. The thorns leaped from horse to horse, flickering and moving, opening a bloody path, leaving only the ownerless horse to stand in place and arch like a pig.

Raton couldn't see the vanguard, and the snow and fog blocked everyone's eyes unless you were in the middle of the battlefield. The sound of the weapon cutting through the skin was intertwined with bursts of screams, and it was impossible to hear that it was the scream of the Huns, and that was the cry of the Han people.

The thorn was already standing on the back of the last horse, and there was a serpent-like corridor behind him, and only the horse could be seen missing the knight. As soon as I looked up, a young descendant sat on a tall red horse on the dirt mountain opposite, and there were many people crowded around this person. The armor was so bright that it was so messy that it was impossible to see who he was trying to imitate. This is the characteristic of the Huns, who are dismissive of the Huns in armor, and will not use it to protect their precious lives unless the nobles use it. However, the Huns did not know how to forge armor, so they wore a combination of craftsmen from different places. The helmet is in the style of the Han army, and the cuirass has the style of the Western Regions.

Thorn laughed, his legs fell on the back of the war horse, grabbed the reins of the horse and pulled hard, and the war horse obediently turned around on the spot, facing the monster on the dirt mountain.

"Drive!" The war horses began to speed up, and at the same time, the Huns on the dirt mountain also spotted this guy running towards them.

Raton frowned, and the guards beside him immediately rushed forward to block Ratton. A dozen more drew their scimitars and rushed towards the thorns. Thorn laughed louder and louder, as long as he killed the Huns, he would be ninety percent sure of winning the battle, and all the ten thousand war horses were captured by himself, which would not only be able to compensate for Su Ren's arrears, but also a large part of the surplus.

The thorn's body was already covered in blood, and the blood that couldn't stick to it flowed down the armor, and after encountering the cold wind, it turned into red icicles at forty-five degrees. From a distance, the thorn is a red hedgehog, and the strange appearance makes me panic.

Raton's guards tried desperately to stop the thorns in their tracks, but their power was too limited. The thorns have already killed the red eyes, and in his eyes, as long as the people who are standing are within the scope of the cleanup, whether you are a pawn of the Huns or a general of the Huns.

Raton bent his bow and arrows in the crowd to search for the brave Han man, and he did not let go. The figure of the man was too fast, sometimes on the left and sometimes on the right, and there was no regular search at all. He only had one chance, and if he didn't shoot that person, he would definitely kill him.

Boom! With a bang, the thorny wrought iron halberd broke, killing too many people and cutting too many bones, no matter how good the flexibility of wrought iron was, it couldn't withstand it. A Hun swung a mace at the top of the thorn's head. The thorn jumped up behind the man. With a slight pull of his right hand on the man's neck, the mace that had been raised above his head froze.

Reaching out and taking the mace from the guy's hand, he used his best strength to circle around, and the sound of the weapon breaking and screaming immediately sounded. The last clean part of the body was also splattered with blood. Thorn laughed, stuck out his tongue and licked it, the slightest salty taste was very good. The Huns were stupid, they finally understood that it was a monster that was fighting them, a monster that ate human flesh and drank human blood.

Raton let go of his hand, and the longbow that he had almost snapped off, and the arrow flew through the gap between the man and toward the thorn's back. Ratton's timing was accurate, and only then did no one move, so that the arrows could avoid his men and go straight to the horse thief who terrified him.

The arrow hit the man in the back impartially, and the man was shot and crawled on the horse's back, but did not fall. Raton put a big question mark in his head, why? It was the most powerful arrow he'd ever had, and it was a wolf's tooth arrow, so why didn't it kill the man?

Thorn turned his head and looked at Raton with his bow and arrow, his eyes on fire. The arrows still stuck in his back did not stop vibrating, and the thorns had already flown up again and pounced on Raton.

Raton's guards flocked to the thorn like crazy, and the thorn didn't care whether he could save his own effort, and the mace was used like a saber on the left and right. Anyone who touches it will either be killed or injured. A horse was smashed in the head alive, and the ** that flew out was whiter than snow. Raton unconsciously retreated, he was a general, and his years of battlefield experience told him that this man would never stop without killing him. But reason told him that he could not go. As soon as he left, the attacking soldiers would relax, and even if he returned alive, Yi Zhixiao would not spare him.

There were less than thirty of the hundreds of guards still on horseback, and the madman was still approaching him step by step. Ratton's hand holding the knife was shaking, and he was sure it was scared and nervous.

A dark shadow suddenly flew towards his head, and Raton instinctively dodged to the side. A huge black shadow with a fierce murderous aura flew past Raton's ears and slammed into the banner behind him. The arm-thick flagpole creaked, then slowly tilted forward until the massive banner slammed into Raton.

Finally crawling out of the flag, Raton felt that his shoulder had been dislocated, and his right hand had no strength. Before he could catch his breath, a bloody man stood in front of him. His face was covered with blood, and he smiled heroically.

"You can't ......" Before the word kill me could be uttered, a large hand grabbed Raton's neck. The hand was so strong that it was like a pliers that it was hard to even inhale. His whole body was lifted up by thorns, his feet were off the ground, his hands had no place to grasp, and it was even more difficult to breathe. Raton felt powerless, so powerless that he couldn't even control himself, let alone an army of 10,000.

The eastern sky has turned white, and the golden sunlight is coming out little by little. A man like a bloody hedgehog stood on a dirt hill with a dead fish in his hand. The sun rose directly between the two, and the old black tower could only see two black hole figures, standing under the hillside in surprise and not daring to step forward. He always felt that it was a god, or at least the most powerful monster