Taking advantage of the slope, Wang Shuang and the others quickly raised the speed of the war horse to the extreme, showing their skillful horse control jishu.

Going down the slope looks simple, but it's actually more demanding than charging on flat ground. As the saying goes, it is easy to go up the mountain and difficult to go down, and when you go down the mountain, the speed is getting faster and faster, and if you miss the slightest mistake, the horse will lose its front hooves, and the person will turn over on his back. In cavalry training, the descent is far more dangerous and demanding than the uphill.

Wang Shuang is a native of Longyou, who has followed Wei Ba for so many years, although he has not been able to become a general like Jin Dongliu, he has won Wei Ba's recognition with his courage and loyalty. He successively had his own liliang, and the sixty heavily armored knights behind him were part of it, composed of his township party clan, all Liangzhou heroes.

These people are both Wei Ba's personal guards and his personal guards. He was in charge of protecting Wei Ba, and they were in charge of protecting him.

They have been together for many years, and they are from the same land, and the tacit understanding between them has reached a point that is very understandable. Wang Shuang didn't even need to roar loudly, as long as he raised the long cuff in his hand and shook it slightly, these knights could understand his mind and react quickly.

With the escort of these sixty knights, Wang Shuanghao was arrogant and killed the Wuhuan rider who acted as Wuqiu's frugal left claw without hesitation.

People are like tigers, horses are like dragons, sixty horses, but they rushed out of the power of a thousand horses.

They take Wang Shuang as the front, and the sides extend backwards, like the wings of an eagle when it swoops down, and like the sharp ridges of an arrow, more like a jumping flame.

They whistled up a breeze and whistled away. Pounced on the oncoming Wuhuan people.

The two sides approached rapidly, separated by two hundred paces.

Wang Shuang raised his crossbow, pulled the crossbow machine, and shot the ten crossbow arrows in the arrow box in one breath, and then hung the crossbow on the saddle bridge, clenched the long hammer with both hands, kicked the war horse fiercely, and killed a Wuhuan man who rushed to the front.

More than sixty heavily armored Liangshi raised their crossbows together, shot empty crossbow arrows, and held the crossbow in both hands. Galloping horses.

Crossbow bolts burst into the air. galloped away, and the horses followed, galloping wildly.

The Wuhuan people also raised their bows and shot a dense rain of arrows. These are all Wuhuan knights who grew up on horseback since childhood. Mounted archery is their housekeeping skill. The speed of fire and readiness are not comparable to those of ordinary Wuhuan people. They kept waving their hands. Between breaths, nearly a thousand arrows were fired.

The rain of arrows met in the air, and the ground parted again. Pounce on their respective targets.

In terms of the number of arrow arrays, the Wuhuan people obviously had the advantage, and the gap was obvious, so obvious that the Wuhuan people showed a contemptuous smile.

However, before their smiles could bloom, the blood flowers bloomed first.

The sharp arrows flew head-on, shooting into the armor of the Wuhuan people, into their bodies, into the huge bodies of the war horses, one by one blood flowers bloomed in the wind, one by one the knights turned over and fell off their horses, and the dozens of Wuhuan knights who rushed to the front fell at least half, and even a few war horses were shot to the point, neighing and falling to the ground.

The Wuhuan knights behind looked at everything in front of them, their eyes widened in disbelief, and a cold aura enveloped their bodies.

It wasn't because of the death of the robe in front of them - the death rate in the battle would be dead, and the death rate in the front was even higher, these were commonplace, not enough to make the brave and warlike Wuhuan people nervous, or even enough to divert their attention.

What makes them nervous is against the enemy who rushes on, like an enemy of fire.

Nearly 1,000 arrows accurately shot into this group of enemies, but there was no scene as it should be, not only did not a single horse fall to the ground, not a single knight fell off the horse, and even ...... There was no reaction at all.

A dense rain of arrows shot into the galloping crowd and then ...... Missing.

The enemy was not affected at all, and continued to charge at a rapid pace.

In the blink of an eye, the two sides were dozens of steps apart, and they found that the other party's war horse was covered with fiery horse armor, which protected the body of the war horse, and only four horse legs fell, and the arrow could not hit the horse's leg, but could only hit the horse's body, as well as the knight on horseback, but the armor on the horse and the knight's body made these arrows lose their due effect, dancing weakly in the air, falling with the wind.

The lethality is almost zero.

This is what makes the Wuhuan people frightened and inexplicable. Someone remembered the legendary heavy armor soldiers, and these people in front of them were all wearing armor, could it be the legendary heavy armor soldiers, and what they wielded in their hands was the legendary long knife that killed people and cut horses, and broke everything?

Before the Wuhuan people came to their senses, the two sides had already made contact. Wang Shuang shouted angrily, and the long gun came with lightning, picking a stunned Wuhuan man under the horse. He rode his horse and galloped wildly, unstoppably into the ranks of the Wuhuan people.

Blood rushed to the sky, and the bloody battle began. The Wuhuan people didn't care about the nervousness, their legs clamped the horse's belly, and they clenched the weapons in their hands with both hands, stabbing and cutting off the oncoming enemies, controlling the war horses with skillful riding skills, trying to avoid colliding with the opponent head-on, and striving to pierce the opponent's armor or body with a spear at the moment when the two horses were staggered, and split the opponent's throat or arm with a war knife.

The swords and the long hammer slashed each other, and the crisp sound of impact rang out.

The sword slashed at the armor, sparks flew in all directions, and one spark after another swirled and swirled, illuminating the faces of both sides.

After a dozen breaths, the two sides disengaged, leaving behind them more than fifty corpses, all of them Wuhuan people in armor, and not a single red figure.

The Urhuan people's scalps were numb, they knew how many times their swords had slashed the enemy or their horses, how many times their spears had stabbed each other's bodies, but they had not seen a single enemy fall from their horses, or even a single enemy wounded. What frightened them even more was that the enemy ignored their attacks at all, and they didn't even make a big avoidance, but just waved the long knife in their hands wholeheartedly, stabbing and cutting continuously.

They're not fighting, they're slaughtering.

More than 200 Wuhuan people, more than half of them were sitting on horseback, but more than half of them were wounded, and almost all of them were frightened.

Yes, they have been on the battlefield for a long time, and they don't know that they have experienced many tragic battles, but they have not experienced such battles.

Two hundred against fifty or sixty people should have been a devastating victory, but the current situation was a little weird, so strange that they couldn't believe their eyes.

The time left for the Wuhuan people to fear was very limited, and not long after Wang Shuang and the others rushed over, Wei Ba led more than sixty knights composed of Wei family soldiers to rush in front of the Wuhuan people.

There is nothing new in the sun, first shoot intensively with a crossbow, and then assassinate with a long hammer in your hand. Wei Ba and the others, who used the slope to raise their speed to the extreme, swept into the team of the Wuhuan people like a gust of wind.

The Wuhuan people had come from a long distance, and they had just gone through an unbelievable battle, and they were forced into battle without even having time to speed up in the face of the enemy rushing down the hillside.

Waiting for work with ease, waiting for unprepared, this battle was destined to be without suspense from the beginning.

Wei Ba galloped on his horse and leveled the long puff in his hand, but he did not have the opportunity to kill an enemy with his own hands. The first is that the two sides passed by, and the contact time was very short, and the second is that Dunwu and a few other soldiers guarded him in front of him, and cut down all the enemies who might hurt him under the horse, so that he did not have the opportunity to get close to the enemy. After the charge, the long hammer in his hand was still as brilliant as new, and there was not even a trace of blood.

Fa Miao followed closely behind him, but there was no long gong in his hand, he was a scribe, he could usually dance the sword twice, but he didn't dare to let go of the reins when he got on the horse, so he could only lie on the horse's back and hold the horse's neck so as not to fall off the bumpy warhorse. As soon as they lowered their heads and raised their heads, they had already rushed past the Wuhuan people's position.

Fa Miao crouched on the back of the horse, and glanced back, the team of Wuhuan people was sparse, and roughly estimated, there were at most fifty horsemen left. Compared to Wang Shuang's pursuit of speed when he charged, with penetration as the first priority, the second wave of attacks led by Wei Ba was not fast, and they carried out a merciless slaughter of the Wuhuan people who were frustrated first.

"Accelerate, accelerate." Wei Ba held his long hammer high, shouted loudly, kicked the war horse fiercely, and accelerated forward.

The soldiers shouted in unison, accelerated and galloped, reorganizing the formation as they ran.

In front of them, Wang Shuang led sixty knights to draw a beautiful arc and slaughtered Wuqiu Jian, who had just arrived.

Wu Qiu Jian led more than 200 knights as the main force, and the two chelicerae in front were originally five miles away, as far as the eye could see, in order to prevent Wei Ba from escaping to both sides, when he ran down the hillside, he found that Wei Ba was still on the hillside, and he had already shrunk the formation. The distance is three or four miles, and for a war horse running at full speed in the opposite direction, three or four miles is the distance of twenty or thirty breaths.

But Wu Qiu Jian did not take twenty or thirty breaths. He held his breath when he saw a fiery red appear from behind the two hundred black knights, merge into a ball of fire, and rush towards him.

Judging from the size of the opponent's formation, he can roughly estimate the number of opponents, which will definitely not exceed one hundred, judging from the news he has found before, these people should be between fifty or sixty, compared with two hundred Wuhuan knights, they are at an absolute disadvantage, it stands to reason that the two sides are hedged, even if they are not all wiped out, they are not a few left. This fire should have dimmed a lot, like a flame about to be extinguished. But what he saw was a great surprise to him, and the fire showed no sign of abating. That is, their losses are very small, simply fur.

It didn't make sense and didn't meet his expectations. If fifty or sixty people can maintain such a clear advantage in the face of two hundred people, then it is possible for more than 100 people to completely crush two hundred people, it is possible to compete with four hundred people, and it is possible to easily get out of the siege in front of six hundred people.

Wu Qiu Jian subconsciously glanced back, and he was surprised to find that the Han army scout who came to tell the whistle was gone. In an instant, Wu Qiujian's mind buzzed, and he realized that he had been tricked.

White Wolf Mountain is a trap, but the hunter is not him but Wei Ba, he is just the prey that Wei Ba wants to catch

(To be continued......)