Chapter 388: Hand Blade Enemy
The fire was carefully arranged by Xiao Chen, and he buried a large amount of fire oil in the grass. Purple Pavilion
Because oil is a very viscous liquid, it will not penetrate into the soil when sprinkled on the grass, and it is also mixed with a large amount of sulfur, magnesium metal powder, etc., which plays a role in accelerating combustion.
Especially after adding magnesium powder, the flame will have strong adhesion, once splashed on people or horses, it will stick to it until the people and horses are burned to death.
The cavalry of the Baishan clan mostly died in this situation.
In the fire, the wailing gradually subsided, and fewer and fewer people were alive. With red eyes and gritted his teeth, Timur asked his soldiers to pile up the dead and the horses in a line, and step on the corpses that were isolated from the flames to break out.
But even so, the journey was extremely unsmooth, and many people died in the fire.
Finally rushed out, he gulped in the fresh air, and there were only eight people left around him, two of whom had more than half of their bodies burned, and several others were also serious.
He himself felt a burning pain in his back, legs, and face, and it was a really uncomfortable feeling.
But no matter what, he finally didn't lose his life in the fire, which can be regarded as a blessing in misfortune, as for how to explain to King Gulilen after going back, he hasn't thought about it yet.
But it is certain that this is a trap at all, where did the king get the information, and actually let the most elite troops come to send him to death.
"Sons, let's withdraw to the camp......"
Sou......
A purple-gold light flew from the side, hitting the throat of a man who had a trembling crossbow bolt in his neck.
Sou...... Burst......
The second man was shot in the forehead, and the bolt peeked through the back of the skull, and the two fell to the ground together.
Immediately after the third crossbow arrow, another man fell to the ground, and Timur hurriedly took off the knight's round shield, which was still hot, and shouted: "There is an enemy, everyone pay attention to defense." β
The five men also raised their shields, and they formed a circular array, with six shields blocking the direction that might be attacked.
Da Da Da ......
The little marquis took Medina and appeared in front of the six people unhurriedly on horseback, holding a purple gold crossbow that had just shot a crossbow arrow.
You think that hiding behind the shell of a turtle will prevent you from being attacked, you are so naΓ―ve.
The four leaf martial spirits floated over, and suddenly accelerated and flew into the gap between the shields, slicing their throats with sharp edges.
Whew......
After a few clicks, four more leaves flew out of the gaps in the shield. In the next second, five people except Timur turned over and fell off their horses at the same time, their throats and major arteries in their necks were all severed, and their deaths were exactly the same.
Timur chuckled in his heart, just now he clearly saw the killing action of the four leaves, and he could also think that the reason why he was still alive was not because of good luck, but because the other party did not want to kill him.
He took a deep breath, threw away the shield in his hand, and looked up at the two not far away.
Xiao Chen smiled and said softly to Martina: "You wait here, I'll go over and beat him down first, and then you will kill the enemy." β
"Hmm. The princess nodded very obediently.
He turned over and dismounted, raising his right arm holding the purple-gold crossbow, and at the same time that the crossbow disappeared out of thin air, a black spear appeared in his palm.
Timur narrowed his eyes and squeezed out a few words from his throat that was about to smoke: "Great Chu people, do you want to fight with me face to face?"
"Why, don't you dare?" said the little marquis in a mocking tone.
"I can't ask for it!" Timur said with a cruel smile: "You actually challenged the first general of the Baishan clan in the way of foot combat, it is simply looking for death." β
Because his hair, eyebrows and beard were not burned, and his smooth face still had many burn marks, Timur's expression at this time was extremely hideous.
"Then give it a try!" The little marquis stretched out his left hand unhurriedly and hooked his fingers at him.
Timur was furious, drew his scimitar and urged his crotch to accelerate his horse, and the advantage of the cavalry was the speed of the horse, coupled with the condescending height.
The horse neighed, raised its hooves and began to run, and Timur raised his scimitar.
Suddenly, the horse lost its center of gravity, bent its front legs and threw itself to the ground, throwing the unprepared owner out. The war horse foamed at the mouth and fell to the ground, after experiencing two fires, it was already the end of the strong crossbow that it was able to hold on to now, and sudden death was the inevitable result.
Timur first slammed on the ground, and then became a rolling gourd, which rolled to the feet of the little marquis very unimaged, and the scimitar did not know where to throw it for a long time.
Since you sent it to the door yourself, what is it polite!
The little marquis raised his gun and stabbed Timur's right leg, and he stabbed the opponent's two legs several times in succession with the method of fast in and fast out.
Timur let out a scream, because all the soul power of the leg meridians had been sucked away, and it had become two waste legs, completely losing contact with the brain.
The little marquis took a few steps back and attacked towards his arms.
Timur pulled out the dagger hidden in his back to block, and after only two simple strokes, he was picked up by the gentian spear.
Puff puff......
His arms immediately drooped, and his body lost its center of gravity, and his face made intimate contact with the ground.
The little marquis turned his spear and smashed the tail of the spear heavily on Timur's back.
Click......
A crisp sound of bone dislocation sounded, and he had at least six or seven vertebrae out of place, not only could he not move his upper body, but he could not continue to use his soul power.
This was necessary, lest he hurt Martina by releasing his soul power for a while.
"Ahh β
"Don't dream, even if it happens, you won't see it. The little marquis raised his foot on his chin and helped him turn over with a salted fish.
A whistle sounded, and the horse slowly ran over with the beautiful princess in its arms.
Seeing the mother-killer lying on the ground like a dead dog, Medina's eyes were red, and she jumped off her horse and stepped on Timur's face.
One, two, three......
Timur was bleeding profusely, and Medina turned around and grabbed Xiao Chen's gentian gun.
"It's heavy, I'll give you a dagger. The little marquis hurriedly reminded him, but it was incomprehensible. Her Royal Highness, who was extremely weak, actually raised the gentian gun with both hands.
She turned around sharply, stabbed Timur in the throat, gritted her teeth and said, "This is for my mother, you go and die!"
After saying that, she continued to exert force until the tip of the spear penetrated the back of Timur's neck and sank into the earth.
Ahem......
Timur coughed up a little blood and died of exhaustion.
In the next second, Medina's body was crooked, as if the strength of her whole body had been drained, she closed her eyes and planted herself on the ground.
After some examination, it was determined that Medina was only unconscious, and with her soft and boneless arms in her arms, she remounted her horse and ran in the direction of the border city.
After the two left, the third person who was shot by the purple gold crossbow arrow slowly raised his head, and the part where he was shot was the abdomen, so it was not fatal.
He has been pretending to be dead, and he is not even an opponent of the general Timur, let alone himself as a small soldier.
He gritted his teeth and pulled out his crossbow arrows, tore off a strip of cloth to bandage the wound briefly, stood up and walked towards the Baishan Clan's camp with one foot deep and one foot shallow.