The shouts of killing, the roars, and the shouts were all in one, and Gao Zhong couldn't tell which were the enemy's voices and which were his own, even the continuous sound of horses' hooves had completely merged into one, and he couldn't distinguish each other at all. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

As he watched the enemy approach, he gripped the spear tighter and tighter, as if he were about to crush the wooden pole completely.

He saw that the leading enemy gently raised the spear, which was a labor-saving method, and he did not raise the spear until he approached the enemy, but Gao Zhong did not dare to hold it up, so he kept holding the spear flat, fortunately, he was born with divine power, even if he was holding a wooden pole of about thirty catties, he did not feel tired at all.

"Why don't you slow down?" Gao Pet seemed to hear the enemy roaring, which was a roar of fear.

"Why don't you slow down!" The enemy is wailing!

"We're not going to slow down!" Gao Pet Pingping held the spear, this spear seems to be cast from stainless steel, rather than bend, rather bend than bend!

Suddenly, he noticed that the sound of the enemy's horses' hooves had slowed down, and the roaring fighting seemed to have decreased a little compared to the previous one.

Although there is only a hint of it, Gao Pet still keenly sees this.

The enemy is afraid, the enemy is afraid!

Although only a few people have slowed down, the enemy has really slowed down.

It turns out that you Jurchens are not brave enough to be made of iron, and you will also be afraid, and you will not dare to face a group of cavalry who will charge to the death!

"They're scared, they're scared!" Gao Pet shouted loudly, his voice a little out of tune due to excitement and fear, but this did not prevent the teenagers from understanding his words.

"The Tartar is afraid, the Tartar is afraid!" The boys shouted loudly, and the horses were faster again.

On the battlefield, the momentum is declining, you are weak and I am strong, since the Jurchens have already put their horses full of speed, they will lose this round of duel!

Seeing the teenagers speeding up their horses, the Jurchens, who were already a little afraid, became even slower, and their momentum was taken away by their own side, and once this momentum is lost, it is not easy to get it back!

It's close, it's close! Seeing that the distance between the two armies was less than ten paces, and the speed of the enemy's horses had slowed down to less than half of his side, even the spearhead soldier at the head hesitated because of the retreat of his comrades.

Hesitation is the enemy of the military, and the suspicious people are not worth one!

On his side, there are a group of teenagers who are united and regard death as home, they may not be good at war, or their armor is not good, but they have the determination and fighting spirit to fight to the death.

One person fights to the death, a hundred people make it easy, ten thousand armies are united, and the world is invincible!

The enemy is coming! Gao Pet could almost breathe the heat of the enemy's spurt, and he held his spear and stabbed it into the enemy's heart! The enemy also used a spear, which was fifteen feet long from the handle alone, and he grasped the horse's bridle in his right hand and held the gun under his armpit, as if a crescent moon was about to spread into the sky, and when he approached, he held it in front of him with his right hand and behind his left hand, and raised the gun high above his forehead, using the impact of the horse to cause damage.

Gao's gun has the advantages of both the Ma family gun and the Sha family gun, some of which are similar to the Yang family gun, only slightly shorter than the opponent, such a gun takes into account the length and lightness, can be adjusted in time, can ensure continuous attack.

The enemy's spear stabbed him, Gao Zhong didn't have a shield, and if he was stabbed, there was absolutely no reason to survive, but he never needed a shield.

At the moment when the head of the spear that flashed with cold light pierced straight at him, he twisted his body slightly, and the spear that exuded the breath of death pierced into the air.

Golden opportunity!

Gao Pet's spear pierced out like lightning, he didn't need to exert much strength, the impact of the war horse was the best force, he only needed to place the gun where he should be, and the spear would do what it should do by itself.

"Stab", as if using scissors to cut a rag, and like chopping a piece of pork with a kitchen knife, he felt that there was a slight obstacle in his hand, but this obstacle was very slight, and then it was a stab to the end!

Men seem to be born with the pleasure of piercing, this pleasure of penetrating the flesh with the tip of a spear, which no one who has not experienced it cannot understand in any way. It was as if he had finally stopped to rest for a while after running for a long time, as if he had finally been answered after searching for thousands of years, and as if his hunger and thirst that had lasted for a hundred years had finally been satisfied, he felt that there was an emptiness in his body that had been fully filled.

Is this the thrill of killing?

Gao Pet muttered to himself.

If so, then killing Tartars is indeed a painful thing!

A bloody arrow erupted from the Tartar's wound, and Gao Zhong quickly withdrew his spear, the two horses staggered, and the cavalry had fallen to the ground with disbelief and regret in his eyes. The war horse under his crotch ran two steps, and seemed to feel that there was something wrong with the weight on his body, so he stopped, looked left and right suspiciously, but found no trace of his master.

The battle-hardened Tartar cavalryman died, at the hands of a sixteen-year-old boy.

"You're the first, but not the last!"

Gao Pet shouted, vented the pleasure in his heart, and without looking at the fallen cavalry, he rushed through the gap in the cavalry, and the gun in his hand was like a dragon, poking another cavalryman in the throat!

"Good!" The teenagers shouted, they were inspired by the heroism of the high pet, they all shouted and rushed up, they may not be able to accurately stab an enemy in the throat like the high pet, but they have infinite blood and bravery.

A young man slashed at the head of a Tartar cavalryman, and with the help of a powerful blow, the head of the Tartar was cut off, because the impact was so great that the ugly head even flew out several steps after falling from the human body, and then bounced twice on the ground, completely losing its breath.

A teenager with a spear in both hands and thrust forward with all his might, his posture was not right, because it would lose his center of gravity and easily let himself fall off his horse. Thankfully, he was facing the Tartar cavalry, who had lost their impact, so the shot was right in the chest of the enemy, and the sharp iron tip pierced through the thin cotton armor and out from behind his chest. The Tartar cavalry had intended to fight back with his weapon, but the sharp pain of the spear had completely robbed him of his ability to fight back, and he staggered twice and fell diagonally from his mount.

The boy failed to take the gun back in time, and the gun head got stuck in the enemy's body, so the boy drew his waist knife, shouted, and continued to kill the next enemy!

Of course, it was not a teenager who was killed by the Tartars, a teenager used too much force, and slashed down a Tartar with a long knife in both hands, he seemed to think that this would maximize his strength, but his strength was not enough to support such an action, which made his movement very slow.

He's too slow.

The Tartar cavalryman, who had thought he was dead, was overjoyed, and the long sword in his hand was gently handed out, piercing the young man's lower abdomen with great accuracy.

Speed is relative, and both sides have the same lethality, except that the faster side is free to choose the direction of attack.

The boy had no armor, his thin clothes were pierced mercilessly by the iron sword, and he looked at his wounds in pain, his hands straining, as if he wanted to swing the long knife again.

He didn't stand a chance.

He's dead. (To be continued.) )