readx;? Chapter 6: The Storm (5)

"Abahai, Abahai-!" a Khitan ten general, crying and giving up his opponent, rushed over to fight with Zheng Ziming. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info eight √ a ★ √ く.★くく★くく.√ ★

They all died, and they couldn't live if they fled back. Unless you kill the Han official in front of you, you may be able to escape with his rank.

"It's a good time!" Zheng Ziming shouted loudly and whipped to block. The heavy steel whip fell in the middle of the blade, and with a "dang bang", the steel knife collapsed backwards, and a large gap in the blade of a baby fist appeared.

"Ahh screaming loudly and retreating in panic, Zheng Ziming chased after him with a stride, and the steel whip hung on the wind and smashed down quickly, "Dangchang-"

There was another loud bang, and the steel knife that the Khitan ten generals parried horizontally was directly smashed into two sections. The first half flies out of nowhere, and the second half is crooked like a rotten wooden board deformed by moisture.

"Woo-" Before the Khitan Ten generals could recover from the shock, the dark blue steel whip hung with the sound of the wind again, and Mount Tai pressed the top, facing the door of his face.

"Abahai, Abahai-!" the Khitan Ten Generals screamed and raised half of the steel knife with both hands to parry, and it took all the strength to eat before he could barely take the smash. Both arms were shocked to the point of pain and numbness, and they lost control in an instant. A pair of knees also knelt in the snow, and their thighs and calves kept trembling.

"Uhhhhh "Dang Chang!" The deformed half of the steel knife was smashed into flames, and the Khitan Ten General's mouth and nose were bleeding, and the person was instantly half shortened. Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the blue steel whip smashed down again, still the simple Taishan pressure, "Dang Chang!" The last half of the steel knife was also smashed to pieces, and the steel whip was not exhausted, smashing on the hanging head of the Khitan ten generals, smashing the back of the head to pieces.

"Abahai—!" another Khitan warrior cried out and pounced on Zheng Ziming, trying to avenge his companion. Before he could run within ten steps of Zheng Ziming's side, Pan Mei suddenly shouted, "I'm coming!" Before all the robes could react, the man was blocked.

"This is mine, no one is allowed to rob it!" he cried, warning him in his usual least favorite tone. The long tassel in his hand swept straight and stabbed straight and made a mess of battles with the Khitan warriors.

Madness is contagious, and the original root of the disease must have come from Zheng Ziming. Pan Mei knew that she had completely lost her demeanor as a Confucian general at this moment, and she also knew that even if she won today, no matter how beautiful she was, the result would be ruined. But it's so much fun, it's so fucking enjoyable!

"What are you doing in a daze, copying the guy!" I don't know who shouted, completely igniting the fighting spirit of everyone around. The castle owners, village owners, and village leaders raised their weapons one after another and rushed into the center of the battlefield. If you find a Khitan warrior at random, you can raise your hand with a knife. completely disregarded the identity again, and did not consider whether this kind of beating of the water dog would damage his own image.

They don't care! They just want to have a good fight. It turns out that madness is really contagious, and it turns out that the feeling of blood boiling is so wonderful.

You don't feel any fear, you don't feel any cold. The armor on his body completely lost its weight, and the weapons in his hands became extremely flexible. Every shot is a trick, and every response is just right. Actions that you can't do at all have become easy at this moment. It usually takes at least a breath or two to react, but it only takes a short moment. And the legendary Khitan warrior on the opposite side, who had experienced a hundred battles and killed countless people, had completely turned into a weak chicken. The movements are slow, the steps are staggering, and the tricks are stiff and ridiculous.

"Kill!" the knife fell, and the blood flowed like a waterfall.

"Kill!" a corpse was picked up in the air. His eyes were wide open, and his dark yellow face was full of panic.

One after another, the Khitan warriors were cut down and stabbed, and the castle owners and village owners became more and more courageous. With the full cooperation of the spearmen, everyone easily wiped out all the living Khitan warriors like chopping melons and vegetables. Some people were still unsatisfied, carrying bloody weapons, and pounced on the fleeing Youzhou army and Khitan miscellaneous soldiers, catching up with them from behind, and cutting them to the ground one by one. Others rushed to the area covered by the previous feathered arrows, or stretched out their hands to the horses of the six gods, or stabbed their weapons at the wounded soldiers who were rolling and struggling.

Whether it is the Youzhou army that is fleeing, the Khitan miscellaneous soldiers, or the Khitan warriors who have lost their ability to escape after being hit by arrows, at this moment, they do not have any courage to resist. When they saw the shining weapons stabbing at them, they cried and knelt in the snow and begged for mercy. Or close your eyes and let them be slaughtered. At this moment, no one can see that they once belonged to an elite of the Liao State, which is known as winning a hundred battles. At this moment, no one could have imagined that in the past half a month, they had pressed the soldiers and horses of the Han Kingdom within a radius of hundreds of miles to the point that they did not dare to show their heads!

"This group of Khitan robbers actually has today!" Tao Dachun pulled the war horse that was more than six and a half feet high at his shoulders, panting and looking left and right. (Note)

Due to the persistence in his heart, he did not participate in the pursuit of the defeated and wounded soldiers of the Liao State, but only grabbed a few war horses that had lost their owners as quickly as possible, so as not to fall into the hands of unknown people, or flee into the snow field to freeze to death because of excessive fright.

"If you don't have righteousness, how can you be brave?" Pan Mei held the other three good horses and shook her head with a smile. After venting the impulse in his heart, he returned to his usual Sven appearance, as if the person who had just called for peace and battle was not himself, but the twin brother who was taken away by birth.

"Exactly!" Tao Dachun agreed with him and agreed with a smile. His eyes fell on Pan Mei's captured war horse, but he frowned slightly, "There is a horse here that should be the general's mount? The official is not small? You caught this person, or did you cut his rank?"

"No!" Pan Mei was stunned and shook her head vigorously, "I just saw that this horse looked good, so I took it by the hand." As for its owner, he should have died in the chaos, or he was killed by Zheng Ziming. After all, he was the first to rush over. Hey, strange! What about Zheng Ziming? Where is he?"

"Where's Ziming, wasn't he with you just now?" Tao Dachun's face suddenly changed drastically, and while asking in a low voice, he raised his head and looked around.

At this moment, the battlefield has been shrouded in night, and even if someone lights a torch, the vision is still greatly limited. Everywhere Tao Dachun looked, the castle owners, the village owners and the villagers flashed 6 one after another, one by one, elated, dancing. Only Zheng Ziming couldn't be seen, as if he had been steamed out of thin air, and disappeared without a trace!

Note: Han ruler, each ruler is about 23 centimeters up and down the current level. According to the unearthed skeleton, the skeleton of the Liao horse is much taller than that of the Mongolian horse, and the load capacity and sprint ability are also stronger than the latter. But later, due to the fall of the Liao State and many other reasons, it was gradually assimilated by the Mongolian horse.