After a while, the moon rose higher and higher in the east, and it was about to climb from the eastern corner to the east. www.biquge.info Someone felt a slight vibration of the earth, which was getting bigger and closer, as if a torrent was about to pour down here.

Wu Kui turned his head to look at his team, the southernmost row was a convoy, and there were three cavalry archers standing between the two chariots, the head of the chariot was facing east, and the tail was facing west, and the soldiers on the chariot were all finger bows and arrows, looking into the distance.

At the back of the convoy were five crossbow-firing chariots, spaced far apart, arranged in the ranks of archers like flower arrangements. Behind the archers were the sabers, perhaps too hasty, and there was no obvious battle formation, but fortunately the armor was well worn. Looking back, there is his own pikemen, and some people in charge of transportation, who also carry all kinds of weapons, some with spears, some with broadswords, some with shovels, and one with a spatula.

Wu Kui looked at the dozens of boats in the river again, and under the faint clear light, a faint white mist rose on the river, and the shadows of those boats in the white fog were too clear to see. Wu Kui felt great pressure, this ship was not only used by himself, but almost all of the army's use was here, in case of a mistake, Wu Kui was unwilling to think about it anymore.

Wu Kui called his own soldiers and summoned all the pikes over. The pikemen team is Wu Kui's starting force, it seems that Wu Kui is going to move his old capital this time, several division commanders came to ask for battle, Wu Kui waved his hand and said: "Each is in its own position, and the Huns must not break through the defense." ”

Wu Kui led the pikes to the west of the convoy, and Wu Kui rode at the front of the team.

The movement in the south grew louder and louder, and the people heard the earth tremble like ten thousand drums beating in front of them. The sound didn't sound like one direction, but like all directions were ringing.

The voices slowly converged together, getting louder and louder, and the people who knocked were restless. Someone in the distance saw a dark shadow begin to appear in front of him.

In the dark night, more and more, like water droplets, converged into streams and rushed towards this side.

Seeing that less than 2 miles away from here, a cluster of black shadows, under the moonlight, could already be seen. Especially the sound of "shouting and shouting" one after another, the sound was very long, and it spread far away in the quiet night, and one person shouted, and I don't know how many people were echoing behind it, and the sound shook the sky.

The chariot creaked and rang for a while, and suddenly, a red light shot out from the ballista behind the convoy and flew into the sky, directly dragging a long firelight, drawing a line of fire in the sky, and rushing towards the Huns' team. After this red light, immediately after, four red lights flew into the sky almost at the same time, flying towards the Huns as they had just done.

The red light dragged a long whistle, which sounded very harsh, like the sound of a shovel rubbing against a stone, which was awkward.

After a while, the sound of "dong dong" sounded, and the Huns in front of them flashed in front of them, and then the flickering firelight, and everyone saw the Huns' team in a big way.

The Huns didn't know how many came, they were overwhelmingly rushing to this side, riding fast horses like a tide, and the waves just happened to meet the flying thunder, and the momentum was slow, and the shouting just now had stopped.

However, the Huns still rushed to this side, the distance was getting closer and closer, and by the moonlight, they could already see the black shadows in front of them shaking, and some of them riding white horses were even clearer.

The line of the Huns was not known to be long, but it seemed to have just been gathered, and there was no obvious queue, just fast horses galloping in this direction. Instead of arrows, a wall is rushing towards us.

The wall was still closing in the middle, and it looked like it was going straight into the convoy.

The distance was only 200 paces, and all the archers on the chariot raised their longbows, and the arrows were placed on the strings, and they pulled slowly, and the strings were pulled like the moon today, and someone shouted: "Release"

The rain of arrows sprinkled into the sky and flew to the top of the Huns' heads, although the black pressure was not very clear, but the sound of breaking the sky at the same time completely brought the atmosphere of the war.

The rain of arrows fell, the Huns wailed, the horses and the hooves were intertwined, as if the waves crashed into the reef, and the waves turned around and continued to run forward.

The archers and horses beside the chariot also rushed forward, and the archers stood on the stirrups, and as they ran, they drew their bows and arrows, and the arrows went straight forward.

The bows and arrows of the Huns also came, but they had not yet been able to shoot the Pingzhou military horses, and it was obvious that their bows and arrows were not far enough.

The horses of the sabre team also began to move forward slowly, and the warriors raised their sabers flatly, shining in the cold light under the moonlight.

The archers were still firing, the Huns did not stop, and the speed of their onslaught was so fierce that Wu Kui saw it for the first time.

Wu Kui looked to the right and saw that several of his division commanders were commanding, and on the far right, he arranged Gubei of the forward regiment, which was too far away and did not know the situation.

Wu Kui raised the black point steel spear, the head of the spear on it flashed with silver light, the silver light flashed obliquely forward, Wu Kui's war horse ran, and the spear team behind all raised the spear, urged the war horse, and followed Wu Kui closely.

Like a huge arrow, the team drew an arc to the southwest and plunged headlong into the ranks of the Huns behind.

Wu Kui held the reins in his left hand, rotated the steel spear with his right hand, bowed his body, bent over, and stepped on the stirrups with both feet, the Huns in front of him were still rushing forward, Wu Kui's point steel spear waved to the left, as if there was a gust of wind, "woo", as if the world fell a boulder-like sound.

The steel spear just smashed on the butt of a sprinting war horse, and the front feet of the war horse soared into the air, neighed, and fell to the ground, and the Huns above also fell off the horse.

Wu Kui didn't have time to care about the Huns who fell to the ground, grabbed the steel gun with his right hand and swung it to the right, and there were just two Huns coming behind him, the steel gun just touched one of their heads, and the other was hit by the steel gun in the chest. touched his head, of course, his head was deflated, his brain was mixed with blood, and he hit his chest, and he fell off the horse directly, and he couldn't see what happened later, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

Wu Kuima didn't stop, his hand didn't stop, left and right, and an arrow pierced into the bone, and the slit became bigger and bigger. Wu Kui is the brave arrow, the spearman behind him, stabbing to the left with his left, and the right to the right. Although he is not as brave as Wu Kui, he also has the courage to regard death as home.

No one considered their own safety, and besides, in addition to the face, the scimitars of the Huns could not reach the Pingzhou soldiers at all, and they had already been pierced by spears.

The arrows came in deeper and deeper, and the momentum of the Huns finally slowed down. Wu Kui swung his steel gun as he surveyed the battlefield.

The Huns in front of the arrow have been killed in front of the convoy, and the saber team has been handed over, the bows and arrows on both sides have stopped, and only the crossbow can be fired at a long distance, and from time to time the flying thunder is shot, hitting the Huns' team, like throwing stones into the river, stirring up bursts of ripples, maybe the flying thunder kills not much, maybe the Huns are on guard, and the effect is much smaller.