Chapter Eighty-Eight: Zhang Wenyuan Defeats the Xianbei Soldiers
Zhang Ying was lying in the field, still sorting out his thoughts: Sun Tzu's art of war, ten are to surround it, five to attack it, and to divide it if it is doubled, the enemy can fight it, and if it is less, it can escape. Now I don't know the number of enemies, but I have only fifty-four people. Does it mean that the mantis arm is used as a car and kills itself? It seems that we can only pray for the suddenness of the ambush to completely destroy the Xianbei people, and drastically reduce the enemy's strength, and then hope that reinforcements will arrive quickly!
The smoke is near! It's closer! I could already hear the roar of horses' hooves hitting the ground, and then I felt the earth tremble.
Zhang Ying didn't dare to move, and could only look at the situation of the enemy army through the gaps in the weeds. "Whoosh!" The first horse swept before her eyes, and the speed of the cavalry was too fast, and when she leaped to her feet, several more horses galloped past.
Zhang Ying launched an attack, she brandished a steel knife, and launched a crazy slaughter against the unsuspecting Xianbei people, and several people were killed by her knife one after another.
As the head of the twelve wolves, Zhao Zhe, his old man is serious, willing to work hard, since Wang Ren taught him to improve the marksmanship, he practiced hard day and night, and became the most solid kung fu leader among the twelve wolves.
Good steel is used on the blade, and the moment he saw the smoke and dust, Zhao Zhe couldn't hide it, and the joy in his heart wanted to show his skills in front of Zhang Ying. Hearing Zhang Ying's loud shout, he had already been waiting for Zhao Zhe, holding a spear, and soared into the air like a ghost, and one of them was stabbed off the horse.
Feng Zhao was not to be outdone, his tall body could rise into the air dexterously. Feng Zhao was worthy of being a man, he stabbed a man under his horse, then rushed onto the road and started hand-to-hand combat against the Xianbei soldiers.
The remaining 30 or so people also drilled out of the grass or crops. Several of them had followed Wang Ren to fight, their kung fu was weaker than the twelve wolves, but they had seen battles, accumulated a certain amount of experience, were less nervous, and were more fierce than the recruits. can rush to shoot at the first time and deal a fatal blow to the Xianbei people.
The recruits only trained for a few days, only learned a few tricks in kung fu, and their physical conditions were uneven, and the most important thing was their psychological quality, and most of them hesitated, and failed to take advantage of the chaos of the enemy army to give them the most severe blow. Two of them were also beaten by the Xianbei soldiers, one hung the lottery, and the other was a young man under the age of 20 who paid the price with his life.
The recruit who fell was next to Feng Zhao, and when he saw the little brother he brought back to the west, his heart was overturned: How can this be explained to his parents?
"Dog mongrel, give me here!" Feng Zhao roared angrily, and a shot killed the Xianbei man.
"Brothers, hold on! Reinforcements are coming soon! Seeing that someone was frightened, he turned around and drilled into the sorghum field, and Zhao Zhe shouted. The escapee hesitated, then turned to join the battle, but his face was already red.
In an instant, more than a dozen brothers were lost, and the soldiers around him were reduced by more than half, but they still couldn't stop the decline. There have already been war-scared absconders, like a chestnut falcon who has just woken up from a dream, shouting hoarsely: "Stop, retreat and kill!" But he himself was attacked from both sides.
Li Falcon is worthy of being a brave general, in the face of the attack of the east and west, he is indeed fearless, he calmly responded, and slashed the Han soldiers in front of him with a knife.
Seeing that this person's martial arts were not weak, Zhao Zhe shouted: "Hu Gou, look at the gun!" "Twist the big gun and go straight to the back of the chestnut falcon's heart.
Suffering a sudden attack, Hu Qi was forced to stop, Li Falcon rode on the horse, but it was not as agile as stepping, and he fought more with less, and the two were at a disadvantage.
Zhang Ying was invincible, she cleaned up the Xianbei army around her, and cut down the two Hu people who rushed back to the rescue. Zhang Ying snatched a war horse, and she flew on the horse's back. The reason why he is not good at using a short knife, Zhang Ying is to keep this back hand, and the mount without stirrups can only use short weapons, but the war horse has a strong impact and incomparable speed, even if it is abandoned to take the long and short, the comprehensive comparison is still more advantageous in riding combat.
"Brothers, rush!" Zhang Ying swept away the remnants of the enemy, shouted loudly to boost the morale of the brothers, and led them to rush to the most difficult direction.
At this time, the support of the Xianbei army had already attacked, and Zhao Zhe and Feng Zhao led several brothers to fight with the Xianbei soldiers, stubbornly resisting the counterattack of the Hu people.
Turning the disadvantage into a victory, Li Falcon was ecstatic, and he shouted in stiff Chinese: "There is no way out, surrender!" The one who descends can not die! ”
"Fuck your stinking fart!" Feng Zhao was furious, and after scolding, he fought back. Feng Zhao fought bravely, not afraid of life and death, he has the spirit of desperate Sanlang, killing the enemy is not a problem, but the defense is full of loopholes. Without the protection of his armor, he suffered three wounds, the most serious of which was under his ribs, and the knife cut open his belly, and his intestines were leaking. Feng Zhao relied on his strength and strong willpower, he believed that the reinforcements would come soon, and he did not fall because of his support.
Zhao Zhe over there was in a slightly better situation, he had a steady personality and was not reckless, but the Xianbei soldiers were powerful and suffered two minor injuries.
The martial arts of the two wolves are not weak, they are still like this, and the embarrassment faced by the rest can be imagined. The dead bodies of several brothers fell beside Zhao and Feng, and several new recruits, knocked down by the harsh reality, fled into the green gauze tent on the side to hide. Now beside the two wolves, there are three brothers who are fighting bloodily, fighting side by side with them, and the strong enemy is fighting around.
The situation on the battlefield was not as Zhang Ying expected, and there would be a miracle with fewer strikes, unless everyone was a strong general. At present, we do not have such strength, and it is already a blessing in misfortune to be able to support the arrival of reinforcements!
Zhang Ying saw it in her eyes, she was anxious in her heart, rushed to the crumbling Feng Zhao's side, and shouted loudly: "Brother Feng, quickly retreat and give me this thief!" Zhang Ying continued to shout, her voice was hoarse, but this seemed poignant and sad, and it set off the cruelty on the battlefield.
Feng Zhao glanced at Zhang Ying who arrived with his divergent eyes, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and without making a sound, he couldn't hold it anymore, and his strong body fell to the ground with a bang.
"Hurry up and carry it down, and do your best to rescue it!" Seeing a member of the group dying with his life, Zhang Ying shouted hoarsely.
Feng Zhao's injuries were too serious, he had already stained his clothes with blood, and almost the last drop of blood had flowed into his body, unless there was an immediate blood transfusion, everything was a fantasy. Yu Bing, who has superb medical skills, has not yet arrived, how can the few soldiers who can only wrap bandages after simple training pull them back from the Hades Palace?
Catching a glimpse of the brother who followed up, carrying the upright Feng Zhao down, Zhang Ying could no longer control her sad emotions, and two strings of tears flowed from the corners of her eyes.