Chapter 41 In Wei Lin's eyes, the sun, which usually rises very slowly, seems to be unable to get along with him, and in just a short time, the boss has already emerged. The sun squinted everyone's eyes, the wind blew, rolling up countless dust and grass clippings, and many soldiers were blown into tears. Liao Shi's fat body almost shrunk to the back of the horse, no matter how stupid he was, he knew that charging now was extremely unfavorable to his side.

The two sides were two hundred and fifty paces apart. This is within the range of the riding bow.

The forces of China and the West have been advancing at a uniform pace. Liao Shi finally couldn't help it, and he stood up suddenly. Screaming, "Full speed ahead." ”

Wei Lin was startled and exclaimed, "Are you crazy? In the current situation, the team has no way to meet the enemy with arrows. ”

Liao Shi laughed hysterically: "Still shoot a fart, this wind direction, this light direction, shoot like this?" Only by speeding up the charge and engaging the enemy in close quarters can victory be expected. ”

He said it crazy, but it made some sense. Wei Lin didn't bother to care about his rudeness anymore, he just sighed secretly, I'm afraid I'm going to lose again this time. The two sides are equal in number, and the opponent's personal quality and equipment are obviously superior to their own, and then after this strong wind blows and the light is mixed. This makes your chances of victory even slimmer.

The war horse is galloping and soaring. As the two of them spoke, they were already one hundred and fifty paces away. But the expected rain of arrows did not fall.

Wu Ming was also a little strange, but the cavalry battle had always been commanded by Jian Feiyang on his behalf, so he naturally didn't want to say anything. When I turned my head, I saw that the other party was lying on horseback, leaning forward. Seeing Wu Ming looking back, he grinned, then snorted in front of him and made a knife swing and slashing motion.

Seeing that he was so calm and confident, Wu Ming naturally didn't want to say much. Turning his head, he concentrated on controlling the south and looked away.

Jian Feiyang had some plans in his heart. The opponent's army is coming towards the wind, and the strong winds in autumn have affected the speed of the troops' sprint, and everyone's reaction will also be greatly affected. In the event of an engagement, the enemy is ironclad and unresponsive. In order to ensure the speed advantage and maximize the power of the charge, he did not order the bow and arrow to shoot, but let everyone urge the horse again and again, maintaining the state of extreme acceleration.

The sound of horses' hooves was heard, and the enemy who never dared to charge at full speed in the distance was in the distance. His heart was already full of joy.

Originally, according to his intention, the troops should be divided into two ways like last time, and they should be flanked at the same time, and the enemy should be caught off guard. Under the other party's panic, it will definitely be too late to divide the mutiny. Attacking one of the cavalry will expose its back to the iron hooves of the other cavalry. However, Wu Ming insisted on concentrating all the 10,000 or so people in the southeast direction and hedging with the other party. He was extremely puzzled at first, but now he was so impressed that he threw himself to the ground.

If an adult can get rid of his occasional mother-in-law and indecisiveness, he will be a perfect commander.

At this time, Wu Ming had already turned his head, leaving only a tall back. He looked at it, but shook his head again. If there is no mother-in-law, indecisive. It's a decisive commander, would he be so desperate to serve this kind of boss with confidence?

In a moment's stunned, the two sides rushed at high speed, and had already rushed to a distance of one hundred and fifty paces. The frightening rain of arrows did not fall, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

When the two sides were fifty paces apart, the cavalry of the Southern Han had already reached the limit. All the soldiers in the rear pulled down their visors at the same time, ready to make the final charge. The Chinese and Western soldiers looked at the rolling enemy and took a breath of cold air almost in despair. With this wild sprint speed of the opponent, anything will become a powder. In front of the other party at this speed, it can be described as a snail crawling, how can you fight with the other party?

Only a loud bang was heard, and the two sides collided again in the rolling of flesh and blood. The soldiers in the first row of the two sides flipped on their backs, and their flesh and blood flew sideways. The speed of the Chinese and Western soldiers is not enough, so naturally there is no impact force, and the equipment is slightly inferior, and it is often necessary to sacrifice several soldiers to replace one of the opponents. The speed of the Southern Han can only be described as crazy, often after a soldier is killed, due to inertia, even people and horses have to rush out of the distance, and several enemies are flying in a row. When it is really a person hitting someone, a ghost hitting a ghost, invincible, no one can stop it. When the soldiers in the rear saw that they had lost money, they immediately filled the gap, and continued to rush forward with their spears in hand, never giving the enemy a chance to take advantage of them.

Wu Ming took the lead, followed by Jian Feiyang, Zuo Wei and others, forming a small assault arrow. The spear in his hand is like a poisonous snake spitting poisonous letters, constantly reaping one life after another. Now there is almost no need to use True Qi, and the inertia generated by the high-speed charge will make all enemies who dare to block become the ghosts of his guns.

With the help of the huge impact generated by the high-speed charge, the Southern Han Iron Cavalry killed and injured a large number of enemies. As soon as the two sides came into contact, the more than 2,000 Chinese and Western soldiers who rushed to the front were killed cleanly, as if they had been swallowed by a bloodthirsty devil. They were killed helplessly, only trembling in the face of the frantic speed of the Southern Han cavalry, and resisted helplessly.

The Southern Han Iron Cavalry did not slow down because of the charge and killed the opponent's forward, and picked an enemy away. Wu Ming lifted the reins of the horse, barely stopped the tyrannical Nanwang, he raised his gun and roared: "Rush!" Countless soldiers shouted in unison, and the soldiers trampled on the corpses of the enemy, like a flood that burst the embankment, the waves were turbulent, carrying endless madness, and continued to rush forward. Rushing all the way, leaving only a bloody corpse in the ground, hundreds of enemies lying in pools of blood, and the occasional scream or two was drowned out by the rumbling hooves of horses.

Wei Lin and Liao Shi were surrounded by more than 200 pro-corps, desperately resisting the frantic charge of the Southern Han Iron Cavalry. There are too many enemies, such as the big Lang slapping reef, a steady stream of impacts, and more than 200 of them are like a small boat in a storm, constantly subverting up and down on the tip of Lang. The enemy seemed endless, and the more than 200 elite soldiers were fighting less and less.

Wu Ming's long howl attracted Liao Shi's attention. Liao Shi roared angrily and slapped his horse forward to meet him. Wei Lin just wanted to call him, but the words came to his lips and swallowed them back. The enemy is too fierce, and if it continues to be consumed like this, sooner or later everyone will be wiped out. Capture the thief and capture the king, Liao Shi went to find Wu Ming, although it was more risky, but it was a clever hand to survive in death. Fighting alone is not the opponent's opponent, but the battlefield is chaotic, and there is no chance.

He shouted, "Let me go." The remaining 100 or so pro-soldiers did not retreat, but advanced, and killed Wu Ming against the momentum of the Southern Han Dynasty's charge.

Eat a trench, grow a wisdom. Wu Ming almost lost his life last time, so naturally it was impossible to make the same mistake again. He had seen this particular hundred or so people a long time ago. Seeing Liao Shi rushing towards him at full speed. He lightly kicked Nanwang's ribs, Nanwang screamed violently, and rushed forward to meet him. Liao Shi was overjoyed, and the other party actually greeted him? There are more than a hundred pro-soldiers behind him, plus Wei Lin, isn't this giving himself a chance?

He raised his spear and was about to call the men behind him to follow. Nanwang was very fast, as fast as thunder and lightning, and had already rushed to his approach. Wu Ming didn't talk nonsense, according to his heart, it was a shot. Is there such a fast? Liao Shi was shocked, and now he knew the gap between himself and the other party. He was short, and he raised his spear with both hands, and he was about to parry. As soon as the spear was raised, only a crisp sound of "pop" was heard, and Wu Ming's gun head was smashing on Liao Shi's gun. Liao Shi only felt a heavy and extremely powerful force coming, and his hands were a little unable to support it. He roared wildly, and with a fierce move, he could neutralize the opponent's sharp shot.

Wu Ming secretly praised in his heart, this guy deserves the name of martial arts. Although the shot just now looked light, he injected nearly eighty percent of the power of the earth, but the other party was only a fifth-stage martial artist, and he actually blocked such a sharp blow. Although the thoughts in his heart were spinning, he was not slow at all, the spear was withdrawn suddenly, his wrist flicked, and another shot stabbed at Liao Shi. Now that Liao Sheng has been defeated and fled, naturally there is no need to keep him to restrict Liao Sheng, so he acted mercilessly.

Although Liao Shi blocked the shot just now, he complained bitterly in his heart. His arms were numb from the shock, and his hands didn't seem to grow on him, and he didn't listen to the call. The worst thing is that due to the excessive force, the back is even more painful, and the wound on the back has obviously been strained. At this moment, Wu Ming's second shot arrived.

If it was a heads-up, Liao Shi's shot would not be able to dodge it anyway. A personal soldier next to him saw that the main general was in danger, and suddenly accelerated from behind and rushed up, and the spear in his hand was unfurled, and it was a shot in Wu Ming's chest and abdomen. This move is to encircle Wei to save Zhao, if Wu Ming insists on stabbing Liao Shi to death under the gun, then it will be even more difficult for him to dodge this shot. Wu Ming had no choice but to give up Liao Shi, his body was on the side of the horse, he had already dodged the gun, and his left hand reached out, he had already grabbed the barrel of the gun, and he used it violently. The man could not hold back, snorted, and fell from his horse.

Seeing that Liao Shi was in danger, the people behind couldn't care about their own safety, and desperately stepped forward to stop him. Wu Ming's spear turned upside down, and just as he was about to stab again, another personal soldier rushed up from behind. He sighed secretly, and the spear stretched and retracted, like lightning and thunder, and a shot pierced the man's chest, and the soldier roared and fell from his horse.

These three shots make it extremely beautiful, as fast as thunder and lightning, straight as flowing clouds and water. Liao Shi was almost stunned, and the remaining courage in his chest was also picked up with these three shots. Now I know that Wu Ming not only has great strength, but this marksmanship is simply a must, and I am afraid that I will not even have the slightest chance of winning against him.

Wu Mingke didn't care what he thought, as soon as the spear was mentioned, he was waiting for another shot to be stabbed. Liao Shi's chest was full of blood and blood, and Wu Ming shot him three times, and he was a little dazed with fright. Seeing that he was about to die under Wu Ming's gun. At this time, a fierce wind blew in his face, and a scimitar flashed a faint golden light, and the volley struck.

Although I don't know who attacked it, I knew that this knife was not weak when I listened to the wind. The golden light was dazzling, and it was obviously infused with attribute true qi by the high-level martial artists. Wu Ming knew that it was powerful, and he didn't dare to use a horizontal gun to block it, this was just an ordinary spear, the barrel of the gun was wooden, if he really wanted to block it, it would definitely be broken into two. His mind spun very quickly, and he turned his head sharply, and the knife flew past his face with a sharp roar. At this time, all the people on both sides let out a burst of exclamation at the same time.

However, the Chinese and Western sides are regretful, while the Southern Han side is relieved.