readx;? Chapter 6: The Storm (4)

"Namu, Namkacha! Namu, Namkacha!" At the target, the Khitan warriors screamed loudly, dancing in front of them like windmills with the weapons they had just gotten in their hands. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The Youzhou army and miscellaneous soldiers collapsed too quickly, and most of the Khitan warriors didn't have time to put on their armor at all. The few who moved the most neatly only barely put on half of their bodies, and they didn't have time to get the necessary armor such as helmets, neck guards, heart guards, and crotch guards. At such a close distance, trying to block the feathered arrows with the weapon in his hand is a pipe dream!

The cold light flew from mid-air, instantly piercing the phantom shadow of the weapon dance, splashing countless spots of red. (Note 1)

"Hehe, hehe, hehe......" A Khitan warrior in half-body leather armor circled around in front of Yeluchi's horse as if he was drunk. The second arrow in the air easily pierced his armor, pierced through the skin and muscles of his chest, and pressed against the edge of his sternum into the abdominal cavity.

Two pillars of blood gushed out against the smooth and straight arrowheads, first stirred by the trembling tail feathers, turned into intermittent segments, continued to fly upward, and then quickly became cold, falling, and sprinkled strings of petal-shaped blood on the surrounding snow, bewitching and dazzling.

"Hehe, hehe, hehe......" The Khitan warrior turned his body in vain while waving his weapon, and a muffled sound came out of his mouth. It's like crying for help, and it's like laughing at something. And at this moment, whether it is asking for help or ridiculing, he can't find his target. Eventually, his face rose to the sky, his eyes of despair widened and he fell straight down, a splash of white around the corpse.

"Hide, duck into the belly of the war horse. Hide in the stirrups, hide in the stirrups, do you forget when you get off the horse!" Yelu Chi suddenly opened his throat and shouted, not caring whether the Khitan warriors under his command could understand or not. The iron sword in his hand also kept swinging, as if in the next moment, countless feathered arrows would shoot at him from mid-air.

It was not the first time he had been on the battlefield, nor was it the first time he had seen a dead man, however, such a desperate and tragic death, he had encountered it for the first time in his life. He himself had not yet had time to put on his armor, and he also had no shield in his hand, in case the archers on the opposite side took him as a target, and as a result, Jeremy did not dare to think about it.

"Phew!" someone rushed over and shoved him hard, pushing him straight out of the saddle. The snow on the ground was thick, and he was unscathed, except that the iron sword in his hand fell and disappeared. "Looking for death—" The next moment, relieved, he quickly raised his fist. A few bits of cold light swept against the edge of his fist, "frozen" his angry scolding and the flesh and blood of his whole body in the cold wind.

"Shhh

Half of the poor beast's body was full of feathered arrows, but with his last breath, he controlled the speed and direction of the fall, and avoided crushing the brothers Yelu Chi Dog and Han Dexin directly into cripples.

"Get down, get up, roll down a little bit, roll down the hillside to that side!" Han Dexin's voice sounded closely, close to the ears of Yeluchi, the thin gnats.

The defeat was decided, and the moment the sneak attackers began to form a team, instead of rushing directly forward to fight, the result of the battle was already "written" clearly. A wise person should be thinking about how to preserve his useful body for the future. Instead of waiting like a fool to be dismembered by the enemy army who rushed up at the end.

"No——, no, no——!" Yeluchi roared loudly and sadly, kicking and waving his hands and feet. However, his body was dragged upside down by his brother Han Deqin and quickly slid into the distance.

Shame, as a Khitan, a Khitan surnamed Yelu, this is simply a shame that is even more embarrassing than being killed by the enemy, he is unwilling, unwilling, but he doesn't seem to have any strength to resist.

A third wave of feathered arrows fell from mid-air, covering where the brothers had just been. There were seven or eight more war horses, screaming and falling, and at the same time there were four or five Khitan warriors who had nowhere to hide. The remaining Khitan warriors fell into complete madness and no longer tried to dodge, nor did they try to remove helmets and armor from the backs of living war horses. Instead, they let out a cry of despair in unison, picked up their weapons, and rushed towards the slowly approaching gun forest.

The sky was rapidly darkening, and the wind was blowing snow foam, billowing clouds of white smoke on the hillside.

In the rolling white smoke, the head of the capital Xiao Mojiao brandished an iron rod, shouting like a madman: "Rush up, rush up after me." Rush up to the melee, they don't dare to shoot their own people!"

"Rush up to the melee, rush up and kill them all, they don't dare to shoot their own people!" The head Xiao Tienu, the head Yelu Wulie, and the ten generals Xiao Keda, etc., also shouted while running, relying on the experience gained from years of experience on the battlefield, behind Xiao Tienu and behind the side, forming a simple triangle.

No one looked back to count the number of people who followed, and no one tried to find the two brothers, Yelu Chi Dog and Han Dexin. Covered by three rounds of feather arrows in a row, those who can still survive are definitely less than half of the previous ones. As the opponent's key care target, the chances of the two brothers surviving are even more slim.

Khitan military discipline, the little general died and all the people under his command retreated without results, and they were all beheaded.

All the heads are dead and the ten generals under his command retreat without success, and the ten generals are all beheaded!

Ten generals died and all the regular soldiers under his command retreated without success, and they were all killed.

At this moment, whether Yelu Chi Dog died or not, all the Khitan warriors had lost the possibility of continuing to live. Therefore, moving forward and fighting to the death is their only choice.

This choice is purely forced and helpless, but it is basically correct.

After discovering that the distance between the remaining Khitan warriors and the musketers could no longer avoid accidental injuries from the feather arrows, Zheng Ziming quickly ordered the archers to stop firing volleys. "Scatter around, smoke the cold and release the arrows, be careful not to hurt your own people!" waved the command flag behind him, and he commanded loudly. At the same time, from the depths of my heart, there is a sense of relaxation and pleasure.

It's a win!

So far, Sun Wu has come in person, and he has no power to return to the sky. What's more, Sun and Wu are not the ancestors of the Khitans.

"Beware of trapped beasts!" Pan Mei, who was following him closely, raised her head and reminded in a low voice. The immature face is also full of undisguised excitement.

A big win, a big win like a fake one.

From the Juma River to the water, from Yizhou to Bazhou, one hundred and fifty miles longitudinally, more than four hundred horizontally, in the face of the Liao robbers who went south to fight in the grass valley, except for the inspection department, no city or village dared to go out to face the battle. However, the Inspection Division not only went against the current, but also wiped out all the enemies who came to attack.

It is conceivable that after this battle, the Sanzhou Inspection Division will play a certain prestige.

It is conceivable that the future road of the big guy will be so vast.

However, the only thing he didn't expect was Zheng Ziming's reaction after listening to his reminder. I saw that this person quickly handed the order flag to Li Shun'er, a dog-legged man, and decisively pulled out the upside-down steel whip from the snow, "Pan Mei is right, be careful of the enemy trapped beast backlash." You're in charge of raiding here, and I'll go to support Taodutou!"

"Hey——! hey——!" Li Shun'er didn't think of dissuading at all, she was stunned, and agreed with admiration on her face.

Zheng Ziming nodded at him, and before Pan Mei could speak, he opened his legs and strode towards his own gun array. The speed is no less than that of a galloping horse.

"Zheng Ziming! Zheng Ziming, what are you going to do, are you crazy? You madman! Do you know what you're doing?" Pan Mei was so angry that her eyes turned black and she directly called out the other party's name. The overall situation has been decided, and at this moment, what difference does it make if the person in chief does not directly participate in the battle? If he is wounded by the enemy, he will lose at least half of the results he has previously gained.

No one answered his question, and in the cold wind, only a piercing sound of gold and iron came back. The Khitan warriors and the Lijiazhai spearmen, who were fighting to the death, had already made head-on contact. People kept falling, and pillars of blood sprayed into the sky with white smoke one after another, and they fell in all directions.

The personal soldiers of the inspection envoy rushed into the battle group, and Zheng Ziming's figure was clustered in the middle. More pillars of blood erupted, and in the thin twilight and white snow smoke, a dozen almost tall figures kept switching places with each other, shaking people dizzy. After only two or three breaths, all the figures overlapped together, and they could no longer distinguish each other, let alone who belonged to which side!

"Zheng Ziming!" Pan Mei shouted, drew her spear and rushed forward.

Bai Bi does not touch the broken tiles, and the treasure bottle does not need to hit the stoneware. Except for Zheng Ziming, the madman will fight with the other party's ordinary soldiers. That is equivalent to surrendering one's identity, dropping the price, embarrassing, winning without any credit, and laughing and generous in case of failure. However, rather than watching Zheng Ziming get injured or die in battle, Pan Mei would rather lose the price and lose her face again!

The rest of the village heads and village owners who were watching the battle also followed, stepping on the snow one foot deep and one foot shallow, approaching the battle group. As they walked, they kept searching, fearful, lest they see a picture that should not have appeared.

He got his wish, but he never saw his own inspector, dead or alive. They saw several spearmen alternately stabbing around a Khitan warrior, and in the blink of an eye, they stabbed their opponents all over their bodies. They saw three Khitan warriors standing in a small triangle with each other's shoulders against each other's shoulders, brandishing their weapons and smashing them around. The surrounding spearmen stretched the distance by the length of their weapons, and kept running around the samurai, spinning, spinning, running, and stabbing around with their wet spear tassels, bringing up strings of crimson.

"There!" "Your Excellency is there!" "Your Excellency is there!" someone screamed loudly as he pointed his weapon at the very front of the formation.

Pan Mei and the others quickly turned their heads, just in time to see Zheng Ziming holding a steel whip high and smashing it into the head of a Khitan.

The Khitan warrior wore half a piece of armor and an iron helmet on his head. Looking at the dress, you should be an official, and if you look at your skills, you can be more sure that you are an official. I saw this person roar and dodge sideways. Immediately, a swirl step, a few feet away from Zheng Ziming's offensive direction, and the iron shovel in his hand swept back.

"When—" Sparks splashed around, especially dazzling in the darkening twilight. Zheng Ziming's steel whip seemed to have eyes, and quickly swept over, and in mid-air, it collided with the iron shovel.

The two of them retreated at the same time, and then rushed up at the same time with a roar, iron shovel, steel whip, you come and go. "When-" "When-" "When-" The sound of gold and iron was endless, and the surrounding spearmen were stimulated to retreat. Suddenly, the Khitan warrior's iron shovel smashed into the air, and his body was led to stagger forward. In Zheng Ziming's hand, the steel whip that should have collided with the opponent's iron shovel circled around and accelerated down, hitting the back of the Khitan warrior's head.

"Poof!" the iron helmet shattered, and blood splattered in all directions in a white mist. The Khitan warrior, whose little head was smashed to pieces, continued to rush forward two steps and died of exhaustion!

Note 1: The normal flight speed of feather arrows is between 50 and 90 meters per second, so a single person flying feather arrows with a weapon basically belongs to the category of martial arts novels. Unless the feathered arrows have reached the end of the crossbow. In ancient times, there were only three ways to deal with the covering shooting of feathered arrows, shields, heavy armor, or spear jungles.

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