readx;? Chapter 4: Tiger Chicks (5)

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Yang Guangyi behaved so bravely, of course, the two hundred cavalry under his command would not disgrace his own commander. Long and short weapons waved each other, cutting down all the enemy troops who were chased by the horses' hooves along the way.

They were far fewer in number than their opponents, but they showed ten times more attack power than their opponents at this moment. Two hundred cavalry drove more than a thousand sneak attackers, like a group of wild wolves chasing a flock of sheep. Although among the flock, there are occasional rams that have been chased in a hurry to turn their heads and show their hard horns. But for the wild wolves that have already killed their temperament, the horns pose no threat at all. The wolf fangs made up of spear blades tore through the throat of their opponents with just a flicker. Immediately, the "wolf's head" flicked, throwing the carcass of the prey high and continuing to pounce on the next target.

"Woo, woo, woo, woo!" the rapid sound of the horn kept rolling in front of the camp, and the commander of the sneak attackers was enraged. More elites were brought in from both sides to flank Yang Guangyi's team. There were cavalry, there were foot soldiers, and there were hordes of archers. Yang Guangyi and his brethren continued to rush left and right in the enemy's ranks, and the arms of men and the hooves of horses did not stop.

"Dang Chang!" Yang Guangyi used his riding gun to block a long knife that slashed at him from the side, and then turned his wrist and stabbed back, and the spear went straight to the opponent's chest. It was a big boss wearing bright light armor, his strength was quite strong, and his skills were agile enough, and when he found that the situation was wrong, he immediately withdrew his sword and defended himself. It's a pity that he doesn't have a mount!

Yang Guangyi's riding spear in his hand was condescending with the speed of the war horse, and the blade that had retreated to half of it was directly knocked to the ground, but the sharp spear did not stop at all, and continued to move forward at high speed, hitting the junction between the upper edge of the heart guard plate and the nail leaf, and it was less than half a foot. Then the big boss bounced back with a scream and threw it into the air.

Blood cascades down from mid-air, spilling the faces of the surrounding sneak attackers. The other sneak attackers instinctively retreated to dodge, and Yang Guangyi and his horse swept past their eyes, pounced on the next guy who seemed to be the leader, and stabbed him to the ground.

His front and back, left and right, all turned into sneak attackers in an instant, except for the war horse under his crotch. Yang Guangyi was not afraid, quickly shook the riding spear, and swept out a cold fan in the direction opposite the horse's head. With a flick of his legs in the stirrups, the crotch-mounted mount immediately rose into the air and leaped over the heads of all those who stood in his way, stunned the surrounding enemy troops.

The horse's hooves landed, and the spear blades followed suit, floating into the middle of the next group of enemy troops like a ball of frost, swinging a cloud of blood red.

The sneak attackers who stood in front of the horses were either stabbed to death or turned around to dodge. The sneak attackers who followed the war horse couldn't catch up with the footsteps of the war horse, and they posed no threat to Yang Guangyi. Most of the opponents on both sides of the war horse didn't have time to react, they watched Yang Guangyi gallop past them, and those who could react sporadically were too far behind Yang Guangyi in martial arts.

"Uhh The latter swung the barrel of his gun and knocked the shield flying. Then the spear was twisted and stabbed, and the spear blade made of stainless steel met a steel knife in mid-air, and sparks flew out.

"Kill!" Yang Guangyi let out a broken cry from his mouth, drew his gun, stabbed again, pressed down, and picked up. The opponent jumps around like a monkey, resisting and counterattacking. There was no move to attack Yang Guangyi himself, and every time the blade approached, the target was the war horse.

"Despicable!" "Shameless!" "Straight lady thief!" Yang Guangyi scolded angrily, but the speed of his mount had to slow down. The monkey-like opponent saw the cheap, and his feet slammed into the air, soaring high, and the steel knife slashed down in the air. Yang Guangyi raised his gun to block it, and the person's body bent violently again, and he actually changed direction again in mid-air, and the tip of the knife was like a poisonous snake and showed its fangs at the neck of the war horse.

This move, he is bound to win. The riding gun in Yang Guangyi's hand didn't have time to react more. Unexpectedly, the war horse itself suddenly shook its head, and several wisps of horsehair whip flung into the eyes of the sneak attacker.

"Ahh The riding spear in Yang Guangyi's hand slammed over and pierced his lower abdomen.

In the next moment, the corpse was thrown into the air by Yang Guangyi. He himself, together with his war horse, once again leaped over the heads of the people, chic and elegant, like a god descending into the world.

"Keep up!" proudly glanced back at the door of his military camp, Yang Guangyi raised his riding gun high, "Follow me, give the thief some color!"

"Follow General Yang!"

"Give the thief some color!"

"Keep up!"

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Behind him, the shouts were endless. One by one, the cavalry on the left jumped up from the enemy group, and one by one they pounced on their respective opponents, and their proud figures flickered.

"Teach them how to make cavalry!" Yang Guangyi continued to shout, there was no enemy around him.

This sentence is not just shouted to his opponent.

He hoped that there would be people in his barracks who could hear it.

The most important thing for cavalry is speed, not what the army looks neat. A way of training troops like Ning Xiaofei will only make the cavalry under his command lose their spirituality one after another, and become puppets, or idiots like himself!

This is a troubled time, an idiot can't even protect himself, how can he protect his wife and children? Therefore, knowing that the little junior sister already has a heart, Yang Guangyi does not intend to give up. He wants to use one battle feats after another to prove that he is the most suitable person for the little junior sister. He wanted Ning Xiaofei, the idiot, to see clearly how big the gap between them was. On the weaker side, the best option is to retreat.

At this moment, Yang Guangyi believed that Ning Xiaofei was looking at him in the camp without blinking, although it was possible for this person to pretend not to see anything. Just like he always deliberately ignores what Ning Xiaofei did, in fact, which of this person's every move has ever been out of his sight?

"Teach them how to cavalry!" he shouted, shaking his gun and stabbing an enemy on horseback. Then circled, turned around, and rushed sideways to the next well-dressed enemy general. The target refused to fight, and very simply turned and fled. Yang Guangyi roared angrily and chased after him, and the spear drew a circle on the person's back guard. At this moment, there was a sudden sound of feather arrows breaking through the air.

Quickly retracted the barrel of the gun, and pulled a circle at his side. The sudden feather arrows were swept away by the barrel of the gun and flew down. Occasionally, one or two fish that slipped through the net were also disturbed by the air flow brought up by the gun, and their strength was greatly reduced. was blocked by the iron armor on Yang Guangyi's body, and made several sounds of "ding, ding, ding", in vain.

But Yang Guangyi had to give up the pursuit of the previous enemy general. Turning the horse up to meet the flank, suddenly an enemy cavalry came over. There were more than 400 of them, and they came quickly and urgently. Yang Guangyi and his brothers had to give up the pursuit of the rout and turn to face the battle. The mounts of both sides alternated, and in an instant, dozens of people fell off their horses screaming, blood flowing all over the ground.

Most of them were enemy troops, but a third of those who fell were brothers under Yang Guangyi's command. The two sides are elite against elite, cavalry against cavalry, and neither side has much to take advantage of.

"Kill the one on the white horse!" someone shouted in the night, and several spears came galloping in. Yang Guangyi stabbed an enemy cavalryman to death on horseback. Then he blocked the second person's gun. The third spear approached like a viper, and spat out a letter into his throat.

Iron plate bridge, at the critical moment, Yang Guangyi raised his head suddenly, leaned back, and leaned his back against the butt of the war horse. The rifle that had been stabbed in his throat brushed against the tip of his nose, causing a fine goosebump on his forehead. In the next moment, the two war horses staggered away, and Yang Guangyi regained his body and pounced on another enemy soldier. The spear that stabbed him pointed at the robe behind him, and red light splashed.

"Don't fight, follow me, turn around!" Yang Guangyi shouted, stabbing an enemy soldier. Control the mount with both legs at the same time, turning at high speeds. His brothers followed suit, reorienting their mounts and preparing to disengage as they fought the enemy.

Their tactical goal is to weigh their opponents, and this goal has been achieved long ago. There was no need to stay and fight against enemy cavalry several times your size. They can retreat to the barracks, seek cover from their archers and footmen, and go to the depths of the camp to rest and prepare for the next sortie. OK......

However, all the things that could be expected to happen suddenly became extremely difficult to implement in reality. Everyone was only one hundred and fifty or sixty steps away from the camp gate, and this one hundred and fifty or sixty steps suddenly became extremely far away. The enemy's cavalry was too large, and the enemy's commander, after being enraged, completely let go of his old ways, and wanted to keep them at any cost. And they, at this moment, are already at the end of their crossbows, and both people and mounts are sweating profusely.

"Keep up, keep up with me!" Yang Guangyi had already withdrawn forty or fifty steps, but he turned around and killed him again, answering his brothers.

"Keep up, keep up, don't fight!" the veterans of Zuo Yidu also shouted one after another. Fight your way through the enemy and create retreat space for your companions.

However, more enemy cavalry, emerging from the darkness, outflanked from both flanks. Like a tidal wave, it swept them back, drowning them one by one, and one by one they became silent.

"Keep up, keep up with me! Hurry up!" The change came too fast for Yang Guangyi to accept at all. The phoenix's eyes widened, and blood beads had faintly burst out from the corners of his eyes. It's just a pity that his anger doesn't play any role in the situation. His personal bravery suddenly became insignificant in the face of the torrent of enemy troops.

An enemy cavalryman rushed in front of him, and the spear went straight to his shoulder socket. Yang Guangyi quickly tilted the gun, and before he could fight back, the other party had already fled at high speed. The next riding spear, whistling and flying at the same time, was still in the position of his shoulder socket, still extremely fast.

"Bang!" Yang Guangyi pulled away the second spear that stabbed at him with all his might, and then saw the third, fourth, and fifth, layered gun shadows, like teeth in the mouth of a beast. He desperately parried, blocking, blocking, blocking, but the stabbing shadows were more and more, more and more urgent, endless.

Finally, a riding spear broke through his barrier, stabbing him in the chest with a cold light. Yang Guangyi had no choice but to tilt his body hard, trying to exchange a minor injury for a fatal injury. The breastplate against which the spear blade was attached swept by, and the grinding sound was sharp and piercing. However, the expected pain did not appear, and the opponent's spear suddenly ran out of strength at the last moment, turning horizontally and vertically, and pointing softly into the air. A horse dragged the body of the gunman to the ground, blood dripping down the saddle.

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