Chapter 5: Tanka (2)

"Woo woo, woo woo, woo ......"

In the camp, several other Khitan soldiers who were patrolling the night hurriedly sounded their horns. Trying to inform his companions that someone was riding into the camp. However, the Khitan soldiers who were sleeping soundly could not recover from their good dreams in time.

Tens of thousands of troops surrounded more than 30 opponents, and one person could drown the opponent alive with a mouthful of foam. Not a single person thought that they might be in danger in their own camp. No one would have thought that Zheng Ziming and the others would actually take the initiative to attack them!

"Block them, stop them!" several daring night patrol colonels pounced on the war horses with their cronies. They try to form small formations with spears to slow down their opponents' advances. At this moment, this tactic could not be more appropriate, but they overestimated their combat effectiveness.

With the help of the high speed of the war horse, Zheng Ziming just waved the steel whip lightly, and flew a Khitan general with a weapon upside down. With a slight swipe of the scimitar in the hands of Tao Dachun, Li Shun and others, it smeared a cloud of bloody wind and blood on the side of the war horse.

The Khitan soldiers who gathered in a hurry had already been killed by nearly a third before they could put on a posture. The remaining two-thirds were stunned, staggering back.

"Whew!" Zheng Ziming smashed a skull that couldn't dodge with a steel whip. Tie Hua's four hooves followed closely and stepped over the dead man's torso, splattering red flesh and blood.

"Snort", Tao Dachun waved his arm violently, and the sharp blade was quickly pulled out of the neck of a Khitan soldier, bringing up a red fountain.

The blood splattered high, and his face instantly turned red. Then with the warm water vapor, it slowly slipped down the chin, ticking, dyeing the mane of the war horse red, and finally fell back to the sand on the river beach, and disappeared.

Draw the knife, swing the knife, slash, sweep. Zhou Xin, Li Shun, Tao Yong and others repeated the same action repeatedly, as neat as a machine. Rigorous training, countless times of birth and death together, so that they have long carved every step of cooperation into the bone marrow. As long as you shoot, you will shoot several knives together, so that the enemy will not be able to defend against it.

"Stop them, stop them, it's Zheng Ziming who leads the team!"

"Stop them, stop them!"

"Stop them, don't let them get near the big ship!"

......

When the horse's hooves had already trampled over most of the camp, the earth-shattering shouts of killing finally sounded in all directions. Most of the Khitans were awakened and began to launch a crazy counterattack under the organization of their own generals. From the periphery of the camp to the core of the camp, teams rushed towards the fast-moving war horses like hungry and red-eyed wolves.

"Woo, woo, woo, woo......" The angry horn sound shattered the darkness before dawn. The Khitan East Road Army made Yeludilie wear a pair of nasal calf shorts, a red upper body, and a bloody scimitar, personally supervising the battle, "Go up, give me all up." Kill him, kill him, don't live to die!"

"Kill, kill Zheng Ziming!"

"Whoever wants to die, not live!"

"Take revenge on the brethren!"

"Kill ......"

A group of Khitans on horseback roared forward, trying to complete the task that Yerodilie had just assigned. Time was in a hurry, and they didn't have time to put on their armor or combat boots, and their two hairy thighs were clamped between the horse's belly, and they looked particularly ugly when they were illuminated by the fire in all directions.

"Die!" Zheng Ziming pulled his left hand behind him and threw it forward. A cold iron axe roared out in an instant, heading straight for his nearest kneecap.

"Click!", the kneecap without any cover was directly cut off by the axe blade, and the thigh and calf were split in two. The Khitan warriors on horseback screamed and fell, and their own people who were swarmed up were instantly trampled into pulp.

"Die!" Zheng Ziming waved the steel whip in his right hand, withdrew another iron axe in his left hand, and shouted and fought fiercely. The space in front of me suddenly became extremely narrow, but time became extremely slow. The steel whip slammed a spear, and the iron axe slashed the other arm to the elbow. Immediately after, the steel whip smashed another samurai who had arrived at the door to break his tendons and fractures, and the iron axe cut the neck of the fourth. Blood flew up, staining the sky overhead. Under the red sky, the war horses galloped wildly, trampling over corpses.

A spear struck from the side, Zheng Ziming turned sideways, and the blade of the axe swept against the barrel of the gun. Five fingers flew up one after another, and the owner of the spear screamed and fled with the saddle in his arms. A scimitar slashed from the front, and was whipped upside down by steel and flew into the air. Immediately, the iron axe broke out of his hand and struck the man in the face.

Tao Dachun swung his knife and slashed the wounded samurai who fled from behind. Zhou Xin held a spear in both hands, stabbing left and right, like a tiger entering a flock. All three were covered in blood, mostly someone else's, and probably some of it was from themselves. But none of them felt pain, fear, the heaviness of their armor and the burning of their blood. They marched side by side, fighting, fighting, rampage. One by one, the surrounding enemy soldiers fell, and one by one they were trampled into the mud by the horses' hooves.

In an instant, the eyes were empty, and a whole team of Khitan warriors were killed and scattered, and their souls were lost. Li Shun, Tao Yong and others quickly followed, passed through the blood-soaked gap, and sent the enemy troops who could not be evaded to the west one by one.

All the living Cangzhou warriors rode through the gap, and there were eighteen people left, with Shi Chonggui and three unconscious Cai Horns clustered in the center. All the spare horses were lost on the way, or they were killed by the angry Khitans, or they fled with a scream.

The entire triangular array has shrunk in half, but has become sharper. Stepping on the soft river beach and the corpses of the Khitans, he went straight to the bank where the big ship was moored.

"Woo, woo, woo......"

"Woo, woo, woo......"

"Woo, woo, woo......"

The trumpets sounded in all directions, furious and mad. Yerodiel was completely mad and personally led the guards to pounce on Zheng Ziming. However, all around him were Khitan soldiers who had just run out of the tent, blocking his way tightly.

The Khitan warriors who rushed forward and wanted to make a contribution, the Khitan cowards who were beaten and retreated in a panic, and the Khitan fools who had just been woken up and had a dazed face crowded together.

"Hacha, blow the horn to Hacha, if you dare to let Zheng Ziming go, he will come to see him!" Yeludilie overthrew seven or eight of his own soldiers one after another, but he still couldn't lift the speed of the war horse, so he was so angry that he was hoarse and ordered loudly.

Hacha is a warrior from the Murowei tribe, known for his bravery. To be on the safe side, when he set up camp last night, Jerodiel deliberately placed Hacha and the other warriors in the area closest to the big ship. Looking forward to the last moment, this person created a miracle with the two thistle bones in his hand.

"Woo, woo, woo, woo......" The pro-soldiers turned the order into a horn sound, and transmitted it to the banks of the Liao River as much as possible, and into the ears of everyone who listened.

"Woo woo, woo woo, woo woo ......" on the other side of the dark Liao River, there is also a faint sound of horns. Yelu Chacut, the king of Taining in the Great Liao, stood in the shadow of an old tree by the river, his eyes like two ghosts and fires rolling around.

"Big brother, on the other side, Jerodileth seems to be about to go mad. The commander of the left army made all the Yelu pens come up, and his face was full of schadenfreude, "I told him to sleep with one eye open......

"Okay, it's all a family, he was caught off guard by Zheng Ziming, what do you have to be happy about?" The dripping ghost fire suddenly froze, and Yelu Cha rolled his eyelids and scolded coldly.

"Well, big brother!" said Yerepen with a big red face and a wry nod. Immediately, he asked unwillingly: "Then, should we close the net now, so that Yerodiel can rest assured!"

"What's the hurry?" Yelu Cha glanced at his younger brother obliquely, and pouted slightly, "To fight the tiger, you have to let the tiger run a few laps first, and it is tired and out of strength." Now that the net is closed, not to mention the gratitude of Yerodiel, if you don't get it right, the net will have to be torn by the tiger, and the gains outweigh the losses!"

"This, this, big brother is wise. Jerepen seemed to understand whether he understood or not, scratched the pigtails on his head, and praised in a low voice.

"Don't make a sound, look at the other side, the good show is still to come!" Yelu Cha smiled mysteriously, took a few steps forward, and put his hand on the pergola, as if the fight on the other side had nothing to do with him.

The Liao River is near the confluence with the Sancha River, and is less than 20 zhang wide. On the other side of the river, the torches were as bright as day, illuminating tens of thousands of anxious figures clearly.

The officers and men of the Eastern Route Army worked very hard, and several other Khitan tribal armies were also successors. However, at the same time, there were only dozens of people who could rush to Zheng Ziming's side each time.

Half of these dozens of people were blocked by Li Shun and Wang Guigui and others, and then Tao Dachun and Zhou Xin were divided into two percent, and there were very few people who could really fight with Zheng Ziming.

The hastily formed defense line was broken through by Zheng Ziming in a blink of an eye. The Cangzhou warriors rode bloody war horses, getting closer and closer to the big ship, getting closer and closer. At this moment, the shouting and killing suddenly stopped, and the lights instantly became dim. A large group of short and strong "demons and monsters" wearing leather jackets and holding all kinds of strange weapons pounced on the riverbank.

"Murwei people, Murwei people!"

"Hacha, Hacha!"

"Hacha who eats human heads!"

"Hacha is coming, Hacha is coming......

On both sides of the Liao River, cheers exploded. Countless Khitan warriors instinctively stopped, looking at the group of short and strong new troops who were still wearing leather jackets in the summer, and their faces were full of anticipation.

Coming from the north of the desert, the Murowei people live by hunting, accompanied by ice and snow, and each adult male can tear the wolf alive. Although because of his violent and brutal nature, he could not be trained as a warrior on a large scale. But when used for small-scale fighting, it is the strongest.

Often seven or eight men can defeat the elite of hundreds of leather room troops. One hundred and ten people can break out of the thousands of Khitan armies. Only when both sides reached nearly 10,000 in size could the Khitan warriors defeat them with excellent weapons, strict discipline and close cooperation, and catch up and kill or capture the Murwei warriors one by one.

Therefore, when the Murwei people of the brigade entered the battle, the rest of the Khitan soldiers immediately stopped. They believe, they are sure, Zheng Ziming has completely planted his wings and cannot escape!

Hacha, the first warrior of Murowei, did indeed live up to the expectations of the Khitans. In the process of running, he led his own brothers to form a thick human wall. The two thistle bones in their hands collided with each other, "Bang!" "Bang", sparks splashed everywhere, frightening the surrounding war horses to stand up and scream loudly.

"Come, I heard that you are also a hero, and you will fight with me for three hundred ......" he shouted in stiff Khitan language. lest the Central Plains boy who rushed over from the opposite side flee in the wilderness, and refused to let himself have an addiction to fighting.

"Whoosh" A sharp axe volleyed into the air, hitting him right in the face.

The two thistle bones "poof!" and "poof!" landed one after another. The fat corpse fell to the sky.