Chapter Seventy-Three: Trickling Dark Water (6)
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In ignorance, Fan Xiang stood up, went up to a big rock, and looked in the direction from which the voice came, but saw that between the yellow sand and the earth, behind a mountain col in the distance, there was a rare fire.
And he had doubts in his heart, and called the earth mole, and got on his horse, and took the reins of his horse and ran towards the col. The big green horse didn't wait for Fanxiang's order, his hooves flew like flying, and galloped towards the place where the sound came from. After running between the sand for about a stick of incense, I came to the foot of the col, and by the faint night light, I looked up and saw that on the col was a poplar forest with not lush branches and leaves.
In front of the mole, Fanxiang rode his horse into the mountain forest and looked for a way to the back of the mountain pass.
The further you advance through the mountains and forests, the clearer the sound of the clatter of blades and the clattering of the blades becomes.
Soon came to the mountain beam, looked down, the open place under the mountain is a piece of Gobi sand, stretching flat, there is a bend of the waterway embedded in the thousands of miles of yellow sand, is a small river that divides the Zidu River. Looking closely, I saw that at the foot of the mountain, on the yellow sand flat land near the bank of the small river, one after another marching tents stretched out, which was a temporary marching camp.
At this time, there were hundreds or thousands of people in the camp who were jumping and fighting fiercely with each other.
Fan Xiang got off the horse, beckoned to the earth mole, led the big green horse quietly down the mountain, walked to the edge of the mountain and forest, and saw clearly, in front of him was a massacre of Shura field, nearly a thousand people on both sides of the camp were fighting fiercely against each other.
In the rumbling war drums, under the light of the fire, the sword and the shadow, everyone is in a vicious battle that forgets their lives. Outside the camp, there were more than 100 black-clothed ironclad cavalrymen, armed with scimitars, divided into three formations, one of which was galloping back and forth from outside, and the other two teams were in a tight formation, divided into two wings, and lined up outside the camp gate in black pressure, waiting for the battle.
In the camp, twenty or thirty black-clad warriors with wolf heads and swords were besieging a middle-aged man with antlers. The middle-aged man danced a black iron deer-headed staff, swept left and right, and fought fiercely with the twenty or thirty armor soldiers, with dozens of enemies, without showing the slightest advantage. In the flickering firelight of the battlefield, the deer head staff in the hands of the middle-aged man became faster and faster, and suddenly jumped up, shouted, put his head and feet upside down, turned his body upside down, and swept the deer head staff towards the nearest soldiers in front of him.
These black-clothed armor soldiers snorted and fell to the ground, and the rest of the soldiers slowed down, and then besieged again, which was even more ferocious.
Fan Xiang saw this man's "plum blossom falling" cane method, and couldn't help but praise softly, "Good cane method!", and said in his heart: This move "swept thousands of armies", quite a bit of the charm of the plum knife method.
Looking closer to the left, I saw that there were twenty or thirty wolf-headed armorers attacking one another. The twenty or thirty black-clad armor soldiers each held a single sword and iron spear in their hands, and their shots were fierce, and the swords and guns were all aimed at the fatal part of the enemy. Twenty or thirty people circled around a tall man with a pig's head and a human body, shouting and shouting, and going around to fight for their lives.
The tall pig-faced man held a nine-strand iron fork, which had fallen into the wind, and had several knife wounds on his body, although it was not fatal, but the strength could not be long, but it was still an iron fork used by himself to guard the door very tightly.
The remaining more than 300 wolf-headed armorers resisted more than 500 men in miscellaneous clothes. The black-clothed warriors were in a strict formation, each hundred or so was a team, and the more than five hundred people in that battalion were cut into three blocks that could not take care of each other.
More than 100 black-clothed soldiers wrapped the miscellaneous clothes in the formation on two wings, and a hundred-person team in the middle approached the middle palace of the miscellaneous clothes.
Those black-clad armor soldiers automatically formed a combat unit every three, and several three-person teams formed a larger combat unit, covering each other's attacks, and then each combat unit pressed on the opponent's five or six people, and between one advance and one blow, these three-person units were like a whole, attacking and defending freely, attacking and attacking together, and smashing straight into the middle. The group of men in miscellaneous clothes were obviously not trained in military tactics, and they were forced to shrink into a ball, and the people inside could not attack.
In an instant, many people were killed by the opponent's swords and guns.
Fan Xiang saw the battle formation of these black-clothed armor soldiers in the killing field, and felt that he seemed to know ,—— it was quite similar to the three-star formation taught by the master, which was the same as the formation of the soldiers who attacked the ghost cave village. The three-star formation is based on the principle of the three-three formation of the soldiers' attack, and in the battle, the oblique moon knife method is used to spread out the three-star formation, and the combatants rely on the formation to gallop in the formation. This formation is deployed, and hundreds of generals break in, which can take the Chinese army, and thousands of horses can be divided, and thousands of people can be wrapped. It was the traitor Amaterasu who taught the introductory mental method of this formation to the servants of the Beigong to improve the combat effectiveness of the Devil Legion. However, in Fanxiang's eyes, this kind of superficial and entry-level three-three formation can be easily cracked.
At this time, the eastern sky began to show the whiteness of the fish's belly, and the sky gradually became brighter.
Standing on the edge of the poplar forest at the foot of the mountain, looking far away at the killing field, I saw more than 300 corpses lying in the west of the Gobi Sandy Land. Among those who died, there were few black-clad soldiers, but many of them were mixed-dressed, all of them were young and middle-aged, and their bodies were either in different places or with stumps and limbs. The section of the deceased's body was very neat, as if it had been cut by a huge knife, and the death was very horrific.
There is a white flag outside the big tent of the Chinese army in the big camp, and the flag is embroidered with a hideous bald eagle, with its wings spread, very mighty, in the twilight of the sky, hunting and fluttering.
Above the flag, there stood a general in a green robe and iron armor, the general had a green face and fangs, a tiger's back and a bear's waist, very stout, staring at blood-red eyes, and standing with his hands in his hands. A junior officer next to him held a long-handled eight-edged purple gold hammer, as big as a bucket, and placed it on the ground. Behind him stood more than a dozen escort sergeants dressed in black and iron armor, holding iron halberds in their hands. The dozen or so people stood far away, not participating in the battle, but just coldly watching the killing in the battle array.
On the sand in front of the Chinese army's tent, there were 30 giant sickle chariots on each wing, lined up, and the white battle flags on the carts were whirring and ready to go.
Seeing these hundreds of miscellaneous men sacrificing their lives to fight, the blue-faced general said coldly to a short and fat herald next to him: "Pass the order and end the battle as soon as possible." ”
The short and fat herald immediately took out a small white flag, Pegasus ran forward, and said loudly, "Pass on the order of the general, kill the enemy as soon as possible in the future, and leave no one behind!"
I only heard the rumbling of war drums, and on the enemy observation tower in the camp, three sergeants each took out a big white flag and waved it in the air.
The black-clothed soldiers in the battle formation shouted in unison, three, three, five, five, covering each other and retreating, the miscellaneous crowd saw it, and the scattered sergeants hurriedly gathered together and formed a whole, and some strong men with shields in their hands formed a shield formation on the periphery to protect everyone in the array.
At this moment, on the wide battlefield in the large camp, a blue flame rose from the northwest and southwest directions, and the chariots on each wing protruded from the darkness of the two wings, rushing out from the darkness of the two wings, and rushing to the miscellaneous man in the middle of the killing field from the northwest and southwest directions respectively. The cannon roared from the car, and the cannon fire spewed thin flames, and fell into the middle of the soldiers fighting against the black-clad soldiers, and when the sound of the explosion was heard, many people immediately fell into pools of blood.
The deer-cane man shouted, "Ahh He waved his staff at the enemy in front of him, turned and ran towards the chariot.
Fan Xiang saw that the shape of this chariot was like the Xuantie chariot driven by divine power in the Southern Heavenly Court, but the servant army of this other world could not master the plasma drive technology possessed by the divine civilization for the time being, so they still used horses as traction power.
The chariot was wide, the carriage was raised and covered with iron sheets, sharp iron sickles up to a meter long were mounted on the axles of the wheels on both sides, and the charioteers and horses were heavily armoured. There were three people on board, carrying artillery or crossbow arrows, one of whom was responsible for piloting, one for firing guns, and one for slashing and slashing the enemy in front of him with a halberd.
From the southwest and northwest directions, two ironclad chariots pulled by horses frantically ran over the crowd of miscellaneous clothes in the array.
The lethality of the Scythe Chariot is terrifying. Everywhere the chariot passed, the scene was extremely tragic, people, horses, weapons, etc., were torn to pieces, and the ground was full of stumps and broken arms. The scythe was so sharp that the head was cut off to the ground, and the expression on his face did not change. The strong man who was still in the fierce battle, his limbs were cut off by the sickle chariot, and he fell to the ground and was still writhing. Someone whose left arm and shield were swept away by a scythe on the chariot wheel, without realizing it, remained focused on the battle until he fell with excessive bleeding. Someone was cut in two with a sickle and was still breathing. Someone was chopped to pieces, and the chariot went on a rampage with stumps and severed arms. Some demon warriors turned directly into smoke and disappeared into invisibility.
Such a terrifying sight plunged the array into chaos.
The chariot roared past and stopped outside the killing field, the giant scythe still whirring rapidly on the axle of the wheels, sprinkling the remaining blood, leaving the ground full of stumps and severed arms.
"Those who surrender live, and those who resist will be killed!" shouted a herald as he galloped to the front of the battle.
The crowd in the formation was like a flock of lambs waiting to be slaughtered, some of them stood up straight with the wounded, some of the unwounded soldiers still clung to their weapons, and no one paid attention to the enemy's persuasion to surrender.
A sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl dressed in green clothes stood up and said to everyone: "Are you afraid? I will die if I follow my master!" He took the big flag behind him, waved it in the wind, and shouted loudly: "Beigong devils, if you want to kill, you will die, you will die, what is there to be afraid of!"
The short and fat herald said coldly: "When death is on the verge of death, he is still arguing with himself." ”
The girl in Tsing Yi turned her head to a young woman in her thirties, wiped the blood on her face, her eyes were bright, and she smiled to herself: "Mastermother, these people are so annoying, hehe, I just couldn't rescue Miss, I'm unwilling!"
The young woman said, "Xiaoxue, don't blame yourself, you are very good, child, you girls must protect Duo'er, escape alive, and avenge us!" turned her head and glanced lovingly at a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl behind her.
The girl was dressed in a bright red shirt, with narrow sleeves at the waist, and a lancet in her hand, but the blood stains on the placket were already blackened, her face was pale, and her expression was extremely distressed, but her eyebrows were still heroic.
She glanced back at the young woman, her eyes were dark and slippery, her expression was relaxed, she pursed her lips, smiled Yan Yan, and said, "Mom, we won't leave, if we want to die, we will kill a few more books, hehe!"
When the three maids dressed in green clothes heard this, they tightened their swords tightly, and they all stood in front of the young woman, and said, "Masterdam...... How can this be? We will never leave the Mistress!"
The young woman said, "These dog thieves are not ordinary people, and since we are trapped in them today, if we can't get out, we will never be able to get better." You must protect the young lady and get out and avenge us in the future. ”
Then the pudgy herald said, "As long as you hand over the leader, you can all live." ”
Several delicate and effeminate human teenagers in colorful clothes suddenly rushed out of the crowd, knelt at the feet of the herald, and wailed: "Please let us go, we are still willing to be your two-legged sheep." ”