"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! ”

The fire pipe sneered and screeched into the sky, and the scattered sparks rose into a brilliant color, and the flames posed in the sky in the form of eight large, one small and nine round magatama, which was the family crest of the shogunate daimyo and the Kamisho clan to which the thousands of Japanese who were stationed on this hill.

The whole lonely and desolate hill was like a soldering iron with a small horn burned red, and the riots and turmoil spread rapidly.

The sound of horses' hooves, shouts, bowstrings rang out in a mess.

Li Yan was wearing a red carcass pill armor, connected with a cowhide with nitrate, carrying a black-maned war horse on his thigh, and rushed to the front, almost attracting the attention of eighty percent of the shirt army.

This set of armor was taken from the body of the one killed by Diao Blind, probably because he had to walk the mountain road, Kobayakawa and his group of five Akabei, only this one person wore a heavy armor.

Together with the six red-sheathed katanas, and the family magatama found on Kobayakawa, this is all the spoils of the Battle of Setyama, and as for the dry food and cotton clothes, it is needless to mention.

The others were also dressed in black armor leaves that had been ripped from the cavalry of the Jacket Legion, and their crotches were clamped to the saddle, and their bodies were low on the back of their horses, like inconspicuous gray geese in the dark night.

There were less than ten people, but they drove nearly twenty horses, and they quickly shuttled under the starry moonlight.

The long torches converged into a fiery dragon, and the pirates carried the small flag of the family emblem, dragged spears and short bows, and pounced towards Li Yan's side, but they were gradually pulled away by the horses.

And the direction of Li Yan's party charging was a black cavalry defense line with hundreds of people, and between the gaps in the horses that were snorting uneasily, groups of pigtailed widows raised their bows high, and arrows splashed like water.

The horses, which were not ridden by no one for more than twenty meters, were pierced by arrows and fell to the ground, and the warm blood of the horses was splashed everywhere.

"Poof!"

The arrow shot into the front door, describing it as tragic.

Han Yangtian, a thick-eyed soldier who had been acting as Deng Tianxiong's helper, fell on his horse, and the horses running at high speed knelt on their knees, and were pulled head-down by the huge inertia, turning out all the way away.

The sound of the swishing wind came from above Li Yan's head. He held up the simple shield that everyone had tied up with wood and rattan before, and the arrows shot into the soaked wood from time to time, making a dull clanging sound, and two or three arrow feathers were also inserted into Li Yan's armor, and one was bounced on his helmet, and the whining sound of metal shook his ears.

Wang Sheng and Song Tongyi ran together in the middle of the line, gritting their teeth and using the handle of their bows to flick arrows that flew like locusts. He had a rope tied around his body, and Diao Blind Eye tied behind his back.

"Little Wang Sheng, do you still have the fire thunder that the adults gave you?"

The frail Diao asked in a strong voice.

"Yes, Uncle Diao, why are you asking this?"

"Fetch it for me, and give me two more arrows."

Wang Sheng, who was lying down, took one out of his quiver and handed it to Diao Blind behind him along with a grenade.

I don't know how to get it, so I wrapped the fire and thunder between the two arrows with three or two strokes of cloth.

"Take it, raise your bow!"

Wang Sheng subconsciously set up his bow and arrows, and the two arrows tied together were aimed in front of him.

"Give me all the strength to feed." Lao Diao, who was sitting in the back, reached forward with his arm and pulled the iron ring.

"Shoot!"

"Whew!"

This strange-looking thing flew into the formation crookedly, and suddenly set off a large wave of qi!

The vast expanse of the Japanese is like a lodging wheat, and the middle area is full of stumps and broken bones, and the flesh and blood of the inhuman shape are smeared on the hills, which is terrible to see.

There was a slight commotion in the cavalry procession, and they quickly assembled under the shouts of the generals.

The distance between the horses on both sides was getting closer and closer, and a rider with a crescent helmet on his head raised his katana high, and the pirates abandoned their bows and drew their white blades, and the teams on both sides rushed and looked down like a short arrow shooting at a long snake.

Horseshoe thunder!

Li Yan took the lead!

Under the bright sky, the war horses with scattered manes collided together, the sound of swords and soldiers meeting was short and intense, and the crystal sweat droplets flew out, and the cold moon halo was shattered and scattered!

The fierce fight of knives into the flesh, the neighing of the horses crashing together, the rich smell of blood and sweat between the noses, and the small tongue exposed by the mouth of the wolf in front of him......

Li Yan's blood rolled like a pump, and streams of heat hit his skull, and his temples jumped suddenly.

Even if you talk to a skilled martial artist, it is far less than everything in front of you.

This is a tragic confrontation that the world of stability in later generations cannot imagine, and this is the era of cold weapons that will never return!

Li Yan let out a long roar, the Han sword roared like a spring hitting a stone, the jumping ring dragon slashed in all directions, and the strip of cloth that Li Yan wrapped around the hilt of the sword was already soaked with backward blood, and it was about to flow to his palm.

Li Yan was slippery in his hand, and subconsciously collected three points of strength to prevent Huanlong from slipping out of his hand.

"I knew that I would have learned from Lao Diao, and they tied the ring dragon to their wrists......"

Li Yan was born in martial arts, and the sword fighting mother frame is magnificent, if the sword is tied to the hand, then many swordsmanship changes are difficult to do, so Li Yan, who has practiced swordsmanship for more than ten years, subconsciously refuses to tie the knife This rough approach.

This is also the difference between the thinking of military skills and civilian fighting, as a modern person who has not experienced this, Li Yan is indeed confused. In addition, his performance along the way is too dazzling, no one will think that Li Zongqi does not understand these things, and he did not remind him.

A Yongdao slid through Li Yan's neck, and he leaned back to dodge it, Li Yan turned his horse and fixed his eyes, and a rider with a headband and a crescent helmet had his eyes like fire, and the blade of Yongdao pointed directly at him.

"Flash, launch."

Name: Mori Tomoto, Kohata Shosho.

Status: Domination (Morale of soldiers weakened after death or defeat)

Mastery: Military 71%

Skill: Command (Archer range increased)

Threat level: Dark blue

Notes: If dismounted, he will not be an opponent of the Red Army.

The little banner bearer was grunting and roaring angrily, Li Yan couldn't make up for it, he just rushed over to the horse, sideways to let go of the Yongdao, and the ring dragon cut off his arm, and then the sword blade slashed upward, picking the throat of this humanoid buff.

The surrounding Japanese were terrified, and they watched their general shout like a fierce yaksha for a second: "I will be your opponent." The next second, he was cut off the horse by the other side.

Li Yan, who was covered in blood, snatched a single-edged spear, tied the ring dragon to his horse, and the long spear blade slashed into the crowd, like a sharp knife cutting into butter. Lead the people behind you, invincible.

"Charge!" His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's falcon, and his words were full of flavor.

The Ming army seemed to be infected by it, and even Song Tongyi was hoarse, and a group of less than ten people shouted out the momentum of thousands of troops!

"Charge!"