readx;? Chapter 5: The Passing of Water (2)

"Torch!" Chai Rong quickly lit the fire behind the stones, lit several dry chopsticks coated with pine resin, and threw them into the valley. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Whoosh-" "Whoosh-" Zhao Kuangyin, Ning Ziming, and Han Jing jumped up silently and threw torches towards the war horses in the valley.

Before the battle, the four brothers and sisters relied on their previous combat experience to repeatedly scrutinize every step of the attack, and strive to deliver a heavy blow to the enemy at the moment of the engagement.

The Khitans, who were accustomed to crushing their opponents with their strength, had ever encountered such sophisticated tactics? For a moment, they didn't know how to deal with it. The war horse, which had already tried to slow down, was startled by the flames, and immediately raised its four hooves high again. On the road ahead, in addition to the tripping ropes, there were rows of sharp wooden stakes and countless pitfalls waiting for them, and they only rushed three or five paces before they fell again.

"Jing Niang uses a bow and arrow to suppress the formation!" Chai Rong didn't look at the opponent's casualties at all, threw out two more torches, and quickly picked up the spear that had just been made with a pine pole from the ground.

The freshly skinned pine pole was wet and sticky, far less comfortable than his usual riding gun. However, he was able to make up for the lack of long weapons that the four of them could not carry with them. Holding this spear with a strong smell of pine oil, he rushed into the valley in three steps and two steps, pressed down with his left hand and pushed forward with his right hand, and poofed, poking a Khitan warrior who was trying to jump off the horse.

"Allaha, Allah!" the two Khitan warriors who approached shouted curses as they approached him, unable to get the frightened mounts to match their actions. Chai Rong quickly pulled out his spear from the corpse, twisted his body and swept it, and the bright spear drew a lightning bolt in the air, hitting the opponent's war horse on the left in the neck.

"Huh!" The spear blade brushed against the neck of the war horse, leaving a wound a foot long, and the blood vessels and meridians were all broken. Blood splattered like a waterfall, and the frightened horses raised their front hooves in a mournful scream, and then the blood flowed and fell with a bang.

The Khitan warrior on horseback stepped on the stirrups with his feet at the last moment, flew up like a harrier, roared in mid-air and waved his iron mace, and slammed into Chai Rong's head. The spear that had just been wiped from the horse's neck reached out like a snake, and in the opposite direction was his falling chest.

"Ahh Before he could completely lose control of his body, he swung his arm violently and threw the iron shovel at the top of Chai Rong's head.

Together, this is his last wish. However, a thick copper-clad long stick was suddenly raised from behind Chai Rong, and the iron shovel was smashed into obscurity with a bang.

"Bell!" followed by another crisp metal crash. There was a black short axe, and the volley slashed at another Khitan who was trying to ride his horse to meet him. The latter has been in battle for a long time and has a hand disease. decisively put the big sword that was originally smashed towards Chai Rong in front of his chest. The hatchet collides with the greatsword, and sparks splash everywhere. The hand holding the sword was sore, and the body on the horse's back shook slightly. Before he could regain his balance, in the dark night, another short axe flew in the air, "poof!" and slashed half a foot into his chest!

Chai Rong and Zhao Kuangyin were immediately empty, and there were no living Khitans within half a zhang. Ning Ziming strode down the hillside, carrying a five-foot-long steel whip in his right hand and a steel short axe in his left hand, his slender figure as flexible as a leopard.

"Rush over directly, don't give them a chance to dismount!" Chai Rong threw an appreciative glance at him, shook his spear, and jumped over the corpses on the ground first. Zhao Kuangyin picked up the copper stick and walked side by side with him. Ning Ziming twisted his body slightly halfway, changed direction, and joined the two brothers diagonally. The three of them formed a zigzag in a tacit understanding as they ran, spears protruding forward, sticks and steel whips guarding left and right, the cold light of metal and the light of the fire in the valley complemented each other.

A Khitan warrior with a long beard rode a horse to meet the battle, and the big sword in his hand danced like a windmill. Ning Ziming smashed it with an axe and unloaded a horse leg first. The three-legged war horse instantly lost its balance and pounced on it with a scream. The Khitan warrior on horseback was thrown forward half a foot away, and his body was like a shrimp. Chai Rong did not hesitate to spear down, driving a huge hole in his back spine.

Another Khitan warrior who had just recovered from his senses witnessed the tragic death of his companion, holding his iron shovel high, not knowing whether to advance or retreat. Ning Ziming suddenly raised his empty left hand at him, so frightened that this person immediately threw off half of the stirrup and hid in the horse's belly. Zhao Kuangyin rushed forward with a smile, his hand fell with a stick, and smashed the head he had just hidden on the side of the war horse.

The three brothers suddenly separated, then suddenly closed again, stepping on the blood stains and corpses to rush into the enemy group. They had six Khitan warriors by their side, just twice as many as them, but they were able to keep their mounts under control and avoid tripping over the stumbling rope. In a hurry, they could not form a battle formation, and they could not take advantage of the speed of their mounts. Chai Rong stabbed the gun in the lower abdomen of the person directly opposite, and then withdrew the gun and strode back, avoiding the iron shovel that smashed on his head. Zhao Kuangyin protected his right side with a stick, and blocked all the iron swords that were smashed indiscriminately.

Ning Ziming whipped with both hands and fought with the two Khitan warriors on the left, his long legs bouncing around on the ground like willows in spring. A Khitan warrior attacked twice, but he was agile enough to dodge, and he didn't feel angry. He slammed on the stirrup, stood up high with his hand on the iron shovel, and "Whoosh!" A cold arrow suddenly flew from the hillside, hitting the man's unprotected ribs under the arm.

"Ahh On horseback, although he has the advantage of height, his agility is more than one or two domains. Ning Ziming slammed two steps to the side and smashed his kneecap with a whip. Then he jumped up high, and at the moment when he couldn't straighten his waist in pain, he broke his spine with a whip.

The slender body spun sideways in mid-air, and the right leg kicked violently, kicking the lost warhorse. With the help of the reaction force transmitted from his calf, Ning Ziming flew four feet horizontally in mid-air, raised his steel whip high, and slammed directly on the head of a Khitan warrior who was directly opposite Chai Rong. The Khitan warrior was taking advantage of the height of his mount to hunt down Chai Rong. A steel whip flew from the flank, which frightened the souls, and hurriedly twisted their bodies to protect themselves. Chai Rong's empty spear followed like a poisonous dragon, piercing into the two fingers under the ribs on his side, half a foot deep.

The Khitan warrior's kidney was punctured, and he didn't have time to snort, and died of pain on the spot. Ning Ziming hit the corpse's shoulder with a whip, and his body fell quickly. Then he jumped high again and pounced on Zhao Kuangyin's opponent in the air.

Chai Rong quickly pulled out the spear from the corpse, turned around and stabbed diagonally. The three brothers surrounded the two opponents to strike more and less. Not far away, he had just jumped over the tripping horse rope, dodged the horse pit, and pulled his mount at the moment of life and death to avoid hitting the sharpened stakes.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!" Han Jing was halfway up the hill, running forward. With each step, one eagle can be shot out of the semi-circular angular bow, and another can be drawn from the quiver at the waist. The craggy rocks, the wild trees in the east and the west, could not block her legs. Like a legendary steppe fairy, she constantly changed direction and angle, and fired two pots of feather arrows at the enemy without interruption, not seeking to kill with one blow, but only to make the opponent unable to provide support to the two samurai in the fierce battle for a short time.

The night breeze blew her pale blonde hair high and fluttered at the back of her head. The beating firelight illuminated her long, straight legs like two beating notes. In the midst of the silent melody, she danced a dance of death. I don't want to be appreciated, I don't want to be noticed, I just want to look back at the moment after the fierce battle.

The two Khitan warriors, who could not get support, were soon beaten to death by the three brothers. Chai Rong pulled out his spear from the corpse and pointed it at the last group of opponents. It was still three to six, and the three brothers were covered in sweat except for blood, as if they had just swam out of the sea of blood. The six Khitan warriors trembled, looking left and right, and their twelve eyes were round!

They can't believe they're seeing a scene and would rather they're having a nightmare. Twenty elites of the leather room army, one general, with the help of Hai Dongqing and the hounds, should have easily captured four "Central Plains Imperial Family", and the success was at their fingertips. No one thought that in the time of the small half-pillar incense, there were only the last six people left on their side, and the four prey were unharmed.

"Ahh......h On their side, there are twice as many people as the other side, but they have no chance of winning. Because a few breaths ago, the Khitan warriors, who were also twice as many as the other party, were killed by the three original fierce gods right under their noses!

"They killed the general, they killed the general!" said the leader of the army, Yelu Zagu, waving his iron shovel, shouting with obvious desperation.

According to the military law of the Liao State, the main general was killed in battle, and if the personal soldiers could not bring back the corpses, not only the personal soldiers would be beheaded for public display, but the family members would also be confiscated as slaves. If they can get the body back, they will be incorporated into the Sin Army. In the next battle, act as a vanguard. If you die on the battlefield, you will be killed, and if you are lucky enough not to die, everything will start all over again.

Now, Jeruyisha's body was hanging from a sharp stake, and at least four bloody holes had been poked out. As pro-soldiers, they had no choice but to fight to the end! The other five Khitan guards could understand it and couldn't help but feel sad. With a shout from their mouths, the three of them rode their horses, and the two war horses were stuck in the horse pit and broke their legs, and rushed towards the three brothers who were less than ten paces away.

Ten paces away is simply not enough for a war horse to speed up. After adjusting his breathing, Chai Rong smiled coldly at the enemy soldiers on the horse, moved his legs, and raised his gun to meet him. Ning Ziming on the left, Zhao Kuangyin on the right, steel whip and copper stick accompanied by silver spear, not falling an inch.

The distance between the two sides quickly shortened, and the hounds whimpered and roared, and sprang out from under the horse's legs, doing their last duty. Chai Rong stabbed down with his spear, picked up a hunting dog from the ground, and threw the body at the Khitan warrior on horseback. Zhao Kuangyin's big stick swept horizontally, swept another hound several feet away, and smashed it into a ball of flesh on the rocks.

Facing Chai Rong, the Khitan warrior who tried to speed up was smashed by the corpse of the hunting dog, and his head was covered in blood. Ning Ziming jumped high and knocked him down from his horse with a whip. Chai Rong quickly rushed forward two steps, lowered his head to avoid the oncoming iron shovel, and stabbed diagonally, the spear exposed several feet between the gap between the two war horses, and the bright spear blade stabbed into the lower abdomen of the wielder.

The two brothers did not stop, quickly rushed behind the opponent, and then circled and twisted their waists, pounced on the far right of the team, and together with Zhao Kuangyin, who was blocking the right flank of the enemy, three to one. The Khitan warrior who was on the opposite side of Zhao Kuangyin was in a hurry, swinging his weapon and smashing it downward, without any tricks at all. Chai Rong and Ning Ziming pounced from behind him, and the guns and whips were fired together, knocking the man off his mount.

Zhao Kuangyin roared, and the round copper stick smashed towards Yelu Zagu. The other two Khitan warriors fought on foot with swords, one was stabbed by Chai Rong, and the other was shot in the back by an arrow from Han Jing who rushed over. Having lost his helper, Yelu Zagu swung his great sword to block, trying to take the way. The copper-clad stick and the big sword collided in mid-air, "bell-", and the red star shot indiscriminately. The sword flew, and the stick slammed into the root of Yeruzagu's thigh, splashing a red ball.

"Mother-!" Yelu Zagu screamed in pain, hugged the horse's neck with both hands, and continued to beat the horse's belly with the other leg. He had to flee, escape from here, and bring the news of Jerodishah's death back to the army. Even if they were beheaded for public display later, they had to let the other generals take their brothers and break the bodies of the four Central Plains people into thousands of pieces.

In the pile of bloody corpses, the old eunuch Feng Si'an suddenly jumped up. The knife used to cut the meat pierced the neck of the war horse, and it didn't reach the handle!

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