There were no more enemies in front of him, and when he looked back, there were only Jurchens scattered and fleeing, they had broken the formation, and they had no strength to fight back, so they fled back to their lair like defeated wild dogs. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"I beat them! I beat them! Gao Zhong looked at his hands in disbelief, and then looked at the Houjin cavalry who were fleeing in all directions, and his heart was filled with a sense of absurdity: Is this the Houjin people who killed the Ming army in Salhu and Songshan and abandoned their armor? Is it the Houjin who is the best soldier in the world?

Such a strong enemy, such an enemy, was killed by me, a sixteen-year-old boy, with a group of baby soldiers!

Who would dare to believe such a thing!

He looked at the teenagers again, and a deep sadness flashed in his heart, they did win, they did defeat the strong enemy, but they only had a dozen people left, and the remaining teenagers were like this, lying on the fertile soil of Liaodong forever, and lost their young lives forever.

Devouring life, devouring hope, devouring everything, this is war, a war that makes adults and gentlemen happy!

War, war never changes!

"Big brother, we won, we won!" The teenagers surrounded the high pets, their eyes full of disbelief and incomprehension.

Yes, who can accept it, these menacing Houjin people were actually defeated by themselves with their children!

Gao Chong looked back at the main battlefield again, and the Houjin people had already found that their cavalry had been defeated, which made their military hearts unstable for a while, even if the officers shouted loudly and ordered the soldiers to fight, but they still couldn't help but turn back frequently, for fear that Gao Chong would attack their rear with cavalry. Han'er, on the other hand, was very excited about this, and even the formation that had been somewhat shaken by the enemy's onslaught before became firm because of this.

He saw his father, the man of the mountain, who stood in the center like a banner with this spear held aloft, and he pointed his spear, and that was the direction of the attack.

He is like a mountain, supporting everyone's will to fight, even if he is a high favorite, it is because his father is still there that he can muster up the courage to fight against the Houjin people.

He was destined to one day fly away from his father, but at least not now.

"Brothers, I know you're tired, and I'm tired!" Gao Zhong looked at the faces of the teenagers covered with blood and sweat, the two armies fought, between life and death, the consumption of physical strength was amazing, the infantry might have to rest for a quarter of an hour, and they defeated the enemy cavalry, and their own consumption was also great.

But they can't rest now.

"However, we can't rest now! Our father, brother, and uncle are fighting over there, and if we rest, our father and brother may be killed by the Houjin people! I know you're tired, you're in pain, but I don't say anything else, I'm going to go up, I'm going to kill thieves and Tartars with my father, you look up to me as favored, and you're willing to fight with your family, come with me! Kill the Tartars! ”

"Kill the Tartars!"

"Kill the Tartars!"

The voices of the teenagers were not as loud as they had been at the beginning, but the firmness and excitement in their voices had not diminished at all, and in addition, their voices were full of infinite fighting spirit and fighting spirit - they had just defeated the powerful Houjin cavalry, and they had infinite self-confidence.

The self-confidence of teenagers is the most easily inflated, and this inflated self-confidence is the best source of morale on the battlefield!

The teenagers formed a dense cavalry formation and walked slowly, and there were eighteen of them, and seventy-two horses' hooves slowly beat on the black soil of Liaodong, making a sound similar to that of a golden drum. The voice was dull, heavy, and not at all pleasant, but it was the greatest deterrent to the enemy.

The Houjin people heard the voice, and they looked this way.

The boys were still far away, probably more than a thousand paces, and at this rate, it would take them a while to reach the battlefield, and if they used this time, it would be enough to completely annihilate their father.

But they don't dare, they can't afford to gamble, they have encountered their father's stubborn resistance, they have seen the strong will to fight of this group of men, they know that there is a hard bone in front of them, unlike the Ming army they often face, this is a group of heroic men who fought bloodily for their families. Therefore, they did not dare to expose their rear formation in front of the teenagers, and if they rushed into the rear formation for this group of cavalrymen who had just won and whose morale was like a rainbow, they were afraid that they would collapse instantly.

Holding his spear high, his divine power was amazing, and he didn't feel tired at all. He could suppress the speed of the march, making sure that no one was one step faster, no one was slow, and they were slowly marching through the bloodstained and bloodstained battlefield, leisurely, not like they had come to fight, but rather to play.

The rise and fall of seventy-two horses' hooves formed a strange harmony at this time, "da-da-da", each time eighteen horse's hooves stepped on the ground, and after a while, another eighteen horses' hooves landed, in unison, as if a huge horse was slamming on the ground.

They didn't rehearse it beforehand, but they did it. Perhaps there is a connection between the teenagers who have fought together, they do not need to make an appointment in advance, but they have made a harmony on this battlefield that countless famous generals cannot hope for.

Maybe it's because they have too few people, and if there are too many people, the difficulty increases dramatically; Maybe there is a god in the underworld, who is protecting the Han'er in Liaodong; Or maybe it was Gao Pet's combat power that inspired the teenagers, so that they all followed Gao Pet and made the same moves as him.

No matter what the reason was, their eighteen horses and eighteen people, like a horse and a person, slowly drove to the battlefield, without fear, without panic, and with an indomitable fighting spirit.

Although it is eighteen, it is neat and consistent.

It's like a divine soldier descending from heaven.

The Houjin people listened to this voice and became afraid.

A Houjin soldier glanced back, found this magical scene, "bang", dropped the weapon in his hand, and stared blankly at the advancing cavalry; A Houjin soldier looked left and right, and found that no one was looking at him, so he quietly moved a few steps back; The Houjin officer, who was shouting loudly, looked at the cavalry advancing like a wall in a daze, and suddenly could not say a word anymore, he looked left and right, and found that his army seemed to be smaller than expected, so he slowly took a few steps back and stood in the middle of the crowd.

The cavalry is still advancing, they are slowly approaching, as if death, as if destruction, they are not as good as the abducted horses of the Great Jin Dynasty, they do not have the iron armor that covers the whole body and even the horses, they do not have the iron chains that connect the legs of the horses, they do not have strong bodies and great strength, they do not have sharp long swords and great swords, and they do not have the killing impulse of the barbarian people who are not afraid of everything.

They turned out to be a bunch of teenagers, a bunch of mud legs, a bunch of teenagers with all kinds of weaknesses and fears. Ouyang Ping is most afraid of mice, he is fifteen years old, but he still does not dare to fight mice; Zou Bing is afraid of the dark, and he has to be held by his mother every day to fall asleep, and if he is locked in a dark room, he can faint alive; Zang Cheng was frail and sickly, thin and small, he couldn't even hold a spear, he could only use a wooden stick, and if it wasn't for people borrowing horses, they couldn't kill people at all.

They are a group of tired and weak soldiers, if in ancient times, they would be called "middle men", and they did not even have the qualifications to be a regular army, if it were not for the danger of the war and the lack of soldiers, even the greedy court would not have beaten their idea at all.

Even if they go to the battlefield, they are also used as firefighters and auxiliaries, and no one will take them seriously, let alone believe that they will defeat a group of wolf-like Houjin soldiers.

But they just did it.

Maybe they didn't even know it, but they did it!

They continued to advance, none of them spoke, and they quietly looked ahead, staring at each other with their peripheral vision.

They were exhausted, and the horses under their crotches neighed from time to time, telling their owners that they were too tired. Many of them may not survive this battle, which will most likely be their last battle, the last moments with their brothers.

So they don't go fast, they seem to be enjoying their last days in the world.

Gao Pet's eyes were full of tears.

These young people, they are not like him born with divine power, nor like him who has practiced martial arts since childhood, they do not know martial arts, and the armor and weapons are all leftover from others, but they charge the enemy with him without hesitation.

And he can't guarantee how many people will survive the war.

He didn't even know if he would survive!

This is war, and war kills people, and neither the initiator nor the recipient of the war knows whether they will die in it.

But human beings still enjoy it, this is war, and war never changes.

No matter how long the road was, there was an end, and they had already approached within a hundred paces of the enemy's rear, which was the distance of the charge, and within this distance, the horses could be accelerated to the maximum extent possible, and the horses would not be too tired because the distance was too long.

"Brothers, this may be the last time my high pet will fight with you, I won't say much, one world, two brothers, we don't have alcohol, just 'laugh and talk about thirsty Hun blood', and use their blood as a bar!" After speaking, Gao Zhong shook his spear: "If you don't want to die, follow me, go up together, and kill the Tartars!" ”

"Kill the Tartars!"

"Kill the Tartars!"

The teenagers swarmed up like a landslide and a tsunami!

Gao Pet Horse is in front, his war horse is better than others, and he has saved some horsepower before, so he rushes quickly.

He saw his father, this mountain-like man was surrounded by several Houjin soldiers, and they seemed to know that he was the spiritual pillar of this group, so the Houjin people didn't care about other people's attacks, they just raised the sword in their hands and slashed at their father.

The father blocked left and right, dodging incessantly, although the man was tall and strong, but by no means clumsy, he took advantage of the negligence of a Jurchen to stab a Jurchen soldier to death, and then blocked with the barrel of the gun, blocking the must-kill blow.

Suddenly, my father stumbled, and he was hugged by a Houjin who fell to the ground!

Legs are the foundation of human beings, if the legs can't borrow strength, the great ability can't be used.

Father, danger! (To be continued.) )