readx;? Chapter 6: Preparations (8)

Retribution indeed!

In the past few days, the leopard cavalry pretended to be bandits, killed people and set fire to people outside Qinyang City, and did all kinds of evil. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info didn't expect to recruit the real bandits. Let the Taihang bandit chief scoop handle Hu Yancong, take the green forest heroes under his command, and take his own company camp!

It is no wonder that from the beginning to the end, few soldiers have been able to muster up the courage to resist. Being caught off guard in his sleep is on the one hand, and on the other hand, the impostor suddenly met the main owner, and in an instant, the panic in his heart can be imagined!

It's just that Hu Yancong and the green forest heroes under his command all look so young? Their eyes stared directly at the enemy soldiers who were getting closer and closer, and the leopard cavalry army commanded Zhou Jianliang to remain motionless like a sculpture. No, this army of soldiers and horses can't be a hero in the green forest, although the face of the general under the Shuai is darker than the bottom of the pot, but between the eyebrows, he still looks a little childish. Although the heroes who came forward in the formation were all like wolves and tigers, they lacked the ruffian spirit and ferocity that the heroes of the green forest should have.

They are not heroes of the green forest, they are also impostor fakes just like themselves! After an instant, an extremely absurd and incomparably real idea surged into the mind of Zhou Jianliang, the commander of the Leopard Cavalry. "Retribution!ha......ha......ha Hahaha......"

Rows of spears swept past him, tearing his laughter through the pre-dawn night.

"This person seems to be deliberately seeking death!" Feeling the reaction force from the gun's edge, Ning Ziming's gaze swept forward and quickly made a judgment.

Although the skeleton is on the small side, forty Mobei horses walk side by side, and the width can still reach more than sixty steps. Coupled with the layers of bright and flickering riding guns, they moved, and the momentum was as graceful as Mount Tai's top. Even a veteran who has survived a hundred battles, in the face of the high-speed grinding gun array, it is difficult to guarantee that he will not immediately turn around and flee for his life. What's more, a person carrying a weapon and a gun array to face each other?

There are only two possible reasons for death. Either this man was frightened crazy by the gunfire, or even if he could escape the battlefield tonight, the end would be worse than death. However, no matter which answer it was, Ning Ziming had no time to judge, let alone pity his opponent. At the same time, there were as many as three riding spears that stabbed this person's body, and the barrel of the ash wood was naturally bent after being recoiled, but it could not maintain the same curvature and recovery speed, and in an instant, the reaction force of the barrel of the gun bouncing off tore the corpse on the tip of the gun into four or five pieces, and threw it into the air bloodily.

Another gang of panicked thieves stumbled in front of the advancing guns. Ning Ziming quickly put away the miscellaneous things in his heart, grasped the back half of the gun with both hands, and tightly clamped the horse's belly with his legs. The nearby guards and soldiers took the same position as him, shoulder to shoulder, knee to knee and walked side by side.

No one would show mercy to the thieves, there was more than one row of mounted spears pushing forward at high speed, and the dense war horses did not leave room for anyone to change direction. Any hesitation and pause at this time will only lead to the loss of your own bones.

"Ahh It's too late, no matter how fast a person's legs are, they can't compare to a war horse. Forty mounted spears, at a constant high speed, rushed through the panicked ranks of thieves, and after two breaths, another forty, and after two breaths, another forty. After two breaths, it was ...... again

When the entire ten rows of cavalry guns had rushed through, all the bandits who had panicked disappeared. Where they had been running, a wide and long passage of flesh led straight to the eighteenth level of hell.

There is more than one such flesh and blood passage, and in the chaotic military camp, there are at least three identical cavalry gun formations, galloping across the barracks. They all rushed in through the south gate of the camp, and then quickly distanced themselves from each other, like four early morning rays of light, appearing from the same position, bursting out in a fan-like shape, cutting the black camp to pieces.

No one could stop such a fierce attack, and between turning into flesh on the spot and turning around and fleeing for their lives, the vast majority of bandits made the same choice. There are very few warriors who dare to stand up and resist and buy time for their accomplices to escape. In fact, from the launch of the attack to the present, more than sixty percent of the bandits who have been directly crushed by the cavalry gun array belong to those who are too sleepy to flee, or who are panicked. There are about thirty and a half of them, which are crushed directly in their sleep. The thieves who can really muster up the courage to block in front of the gun array, all combined, I'm afraid there are less than a hundred. And these mere 100 "warriors", scattered in different positions in the four directions, can play a very small role.

"Smack!" a spear swirled, smashed on the shield in Ning Ziming's hand, and then landed alone. This weapon thrown out of desperation has almost zero damage. Ning Ziming lightly stepped on the stirrup to avoid accidental interference with the mount under his crotch. The horse, which had already developed a tacit understanding with its master in high-intensity training, struggled to raise its front hooves by half a foot, while its hind legs slammed the ground. "Bang!" The front hooves of the bowl-sized war horse stomped on the chest of the pikeman who was fleeing frantically with his free hands, breaking his tendons and fractures.

Another escapee appeared in Ning Ziming's sight. The lower half of his body was not worn at all, but on his shoulders he carried a heavy cloth bag, which was full of the looting of the past few days. Ning Ziming clenched his riding gun and picked the person away from behind. Immediately, he galloped past another bandit who had fled for his life in a panic, and the hot blood and minced meat instantly splashed all over his face.

The next thing that came to his eye was a group of Khitans who had shaved off their hair at the top door and had a pigtail on the back of their head. It is hard to imagine that Yelu Deguang has been dead for so long, and in the hinterland of the Central Plains, there are still Khitans who dare to rob openly. It's just that their current performance is no different from the rest of the bandits. The same with a smooth ass against the galloping spear, the same as the gold and silver that he was reluctant to snatch when he was dying. (Note 1)

There was a strong hatred, which suddenly enveloped Ning Ziming's heart. His body tensed suddenly, and he gripped the barrel of the gun with both hands, and kept pounding the stirrups with his feet.

Mobei Ma began the final acceleration with a mournful roar, carrying him to highlight the entire team. An elderly Khitan who was running too slowly was picked at the edge of the gun, screaming and struggling desperately. The barrel of the gun bent by the force bounced off violently, throwing the old Khitan out of half a foot. Ning Ziming's gaze quickly fell on another Khitan strong man, his right arm was flat, his left hand was pressed down, and with a "poof", he stabbed this person through.

"Spare your life!" the third Khitan screamed and fled to the flank. Ning Ziming shook off the corpse on the gun and swept with a wave of his arm. The steel blade drew a half-foot-long bloody cut in the target's back, deep into the back. The Khitans who fled for their lives didn't feel the slightest pain, and continued to stumble and stumble with their legs, and then suddenly fell, and the plasma fountain on their backs bumped into Lao Gao.

A platoon of horses stepped over the blood-spurting corpses, and the other brothers of the First Fire Battalion rushed up. Everyone also pushed the speed of the war horse to the limit, and according to the requirements of ordinary training, they re-formed a complete gun forest on both sides of Ning Ziming. "Keep up with General Ning, keep in formation!" "Keep up with General Ning, keep in formation!" "Keep up with General Ning, keep in formation!" Several hundred people kept shouting in the ranks, reminding their brothers and at the same time, their voices also reached the ears of the chief general of this team. The red in Ning Ziming's eyes gradually faded in the rapid shouting, and he opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of bloody spit, and his legs slowly loosened the horse's belly.

After a short period of adjustment, the cavalry phalanx returned to its original state. The whole team roared over the heads of the Khitans, leaving a red spot. Immediately after, seven or eight tents became footcloths under the horses' hooves, and they were trampled to shreds in an instant. Another group of routs rushed past the gun, leaving behind most of them by the spears, and the rest were scattered.

The enemy in sight disappeared completely, and what came into view was a wall of camp full of holes. Ning Ziming freed up one hand and pulled the reins tightly, while raising the spear high with his left hand. "Uh-huh......" dozens of warhorses protested at the same time, turning their bodies sideways with difficulty, slowing down. The entire phalanx slowly changed direction before colliding with the camp wall, turning from vertical to horizontal. The sky above quickly brightened, and a morning light shone from the east, illuminating the young faces.

"Change formation!" Ning Ziming gritted his teeth and ordered loudly. "Each hundred people will lead the team to turn around and kill the remnants of the enemy, and those who have braids on the back of their heads will only be killed!"

"Change the formation, change the formation, change the formation! 100 people will lead the team to turn around and kill the remnants of the enemy. Anyone with braids on the back of his head will be killed, not captured!" The soldiers tore their throats and waved their flags at the same time, conveying the orders of the commander of the battalion over and over again.

"Change the formation--, change the formation-, change the formation-!" The 100 generals and 10 generals in the team organized the team while adjusting the direction of their mounts.

The phalanx of mounted spears was quickly elongated, scattered, and finally turned into four sharp wedges. Several generals took the lead and bowed down towards Ning Ziming, and suddenly urged their mounts, like predatory leopards, to pounce on the enemy troops in the camp who had been completely chaotic. Horses' hooves were churning, spears were waving, and corpses were pillowing everywhere they went.

Note 1: The Khitan people have a very strange hairstyle, with the top of the head shaved and a short and thin braid on the sides and the back of the head. It is very similar to the "strange hair" hairstyle left for children in the countryside in northern Shandong.

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