readx;? Chapter 8: The Elk (4)

It is true that a two-legged man cannot outrun a four-legged horse. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoEven if it's a Mobei horse that is not good at speed, it's the same!

Although the minions in charge of blocking the road have decisively dropped their weapons. Though one by one they swung their limbs like wheels. The distance between the back and the gun's blade was still reduced to nothing in one breath.

"Boom!" the rows of mounted guns collided with the backs of the fleeing men, and the sound was like a storm crashing on the shore. The sound of horses' hooves disappeared in an instant, and the cries became inaudible. Between heaven and earth, it was as if all the sounds had stopped abruptly.

In the silence, countless strands of red plasma slowly rose up, soared into the air, alternately entangled, like a gorgeous peony, slowly blooming in the sun, blooming, and then withering colorfully.

Flowers fall like rain.

Red mist transpires.

There are countless souls haunting and flying up to the clouds.

The sunlight became extremely bright in an instant.

Shine the spear and the horseshoe in the cold.

The red mist was condensed in an instant, blown away, and fluttered and fluttered along the river beach.

Rows of war horses emerged from the red mist.

Broken limbs and scraps of flesh fell one after another.

All the voices suddenly returned to heaven and earth.

Everyone's movements were back to normal, and the sun was shining brightly.

The sharp edge of the spear slammed forward several feet, throwing the corpse hanging on it like rotten wood.

The horses marched in unison, galloping on all fours, and the soldiers on horseback pounced on the next row of fleeing targets. The shiny spear shortened the distance between the minions and the back inch by inch, piercing the armor inch by inch, piercing the flesh, piercing the bones, stabbing the internal organs, and finally stabbing a dazzling red from the front chest of the target.

Another row of corpses flew up and smashed into the archers of the Protectors.

Most of the archers had already turned around and joined the fleeing procession, and the leaders would not stop at all. But there is a small number of archers, I don't know if they are scared silly, or full of evil. He stood there in a daze, carrying a horned bow, neither fleeing nor making any resistance. Dumbfounded as he watched as the spear stabbed him in the chest.

"Boom!" was another dull thud.

More corpses flew into the sky, blood splattering in all directions.

Under the rain of blood, pikemen, archers, and the big and small leaders of the "Heavenly Righteous Army" fled for their lives like lambs that had exploded in a circle.

No one dared to stop at all, lest he run slower than his companions. The physically strong ones had already crashed into Shi Hongjie's Chinese army without hesitation, and the thin ones would stumble like a wall of spears and fly away, and then be trampled alive by the war horses.

The minions who had not yet been caught up by the horses were scattered, and the pikemen struggled to push away the archers who were blocking their path, and the archers did not hesitate to rush towards their own army. The outermost part of the Chinese army, the "main force of the Tianyi Army", which was originally intended to launch a counterattack at a critical moment, was soon dispersed by its own rout, pushing and pushing each other and constantly retreating, retreating, stumbling, and losing their souls.

"Uh, uh, uh......" Under the banner of the commander of the Chinese army, the Tianyi Army made Shi Hongjie's eyes stiffen, and the flag was half raised in the air, but he couldn't give any orders in his mouth.

He didn't believe it, he couldn't accept the facts in front of him. There were only a dozen snaps of time before and after, and the rout was already a foregone conclusion, and now he was trying to turn the tide, because there were too many brothers gathered around him, and it was unknown whether he could escape from the battlefield.

"Big boss, let's go, let's go, if you don't go, it's too late!" a henchman guard shouted as he grabbed the reins of his horse.

"Go, go, if you don't go, it's too late......" Shi Hongjie muttered weakly, but his eyes were still staring at the gunlin that was getting closer and closer.

That's not reality!

That's not reality!

It must be a nightmare, it must be!

He has seen the local village bravery, the Khitan leather room army, and the Gao family army, in this life, he has been hunted down and killed by opponents in different places, and he can be well-informed. However, he had never seen such a brutal, such crazy cavalry.

Hundreds, thousands, hundreds of horses, lined up in neat formations, pushed forward at the same speed.

Shoulder to shoulder, stirrup to stirrup.

The snowy riding spear was horizontal in front of the war horse, and it always maintained the same height as the horse's neck, densely packed.

The cavalry on horseback did not need to make any superfluous movements at all, as long as they tried to hold the gun in their hands, they could cut the opponent down layer by layer with the speed of the horse and the density of the spear.

Blood rolled, red mist rose, and the corpses of the minions were cut down like wheat.

One layer, and another.

"Let's go, big boss!" The henchman guard urged several times in succession, but failed to get a response, jumped up suddenly, and gave Shi Hongjie a big slap.

"Smack!" The helmet made of iron was knocked crooked, and a red slap mark quickly appeared on Shi Hongjie's cheek. It hurt so much that he finally pulled this person back from sleepwalking,

"Let's ——!," he tore his throat and yelled at everyone around him. He then turned his mount and fled eastward, surrounded by his guards. The war horse under the crotch kicked around, kicking the people who were in the way as soon as possible, regardless of whether they were close or far.

"Run, run!"

"The wind is tight, the wind is tight!"

"Mother-"

"Ah Er, Ah Er, run away!"

"Big brother, big brother ——!"

Seeing that their own coaches were all deserted and fled, the minions on the battlefield were even more demoralized. Drop your weapon, throw away your shield, throw away everything that has weight on your body, and turn east.

To the east is Qianli Taihang, the snow in the mountains has not disappeared, and the mountain road is narrow and steep. Without food and weapons, even if they fled into the mountains, they would die.

However, even if you die nine times, it is far better than being trampled into pulp by a war horse now. For the drowning person, even a straw means hope and light.

It's just that this hope is too slim.

Since they did not encounter any effective resistance, the Han army maximized the power of the cavalry phalanx. The spear pointed at the back of the fleeing man, pushing forward without stopping.

Ten or a hundred generals constantly blew the piccolo in their mouths all the time, and with a piercing sound, reminded the cavalry on horseback to keep in formation. Even if the rows of mounted guns occasionally appear uneven due to the obstruction of corpses, they will quickly return to order under the reminder of Piccolo. Like rows of ploughshares, push over the river beach that has turned scarlet, push over, push over, bulldoze any obstacle. (Note 1)

This is no longer a battle, but a one-sided slaughter. Under the continuous advance of the cavalry, the "Heavenly Righteous Army" suffered heavy casualties. The minions who were running too slowly, falling behind the fleeing procession, or who were deliberately pushed to the back of the line by their companions, heard the sound of horses' hooves getting closer and closer, and their mouths kept screaming in despair. However, the screams did not bring any speed to them, but instead weakened their legs because of the pause in breathing. In the blink of an eye, the blood-dripping cavalry spear chased after him, directly overthrowing the dozens of minions who were running the slower. Then, the same fate befell the second-to-last minions, then the third-to-last row, then the fourth-to-last row...... Waves of blood swept backwards along the phalanx of cavalry, spreading fear along the sound of horses' hooves.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, and run into the river!" Picking up a minion who was in front of his war horse, Ning Ziming opened his throat and shouted.

When he killed his first opponent, he felt very happy.

When he killed the second minion, he felt that all his limbs were full of passion.

After killing the third, fourth, fifth, and even tenth escapees, the passion in his body quickly waned, his scalp began to tingle, and chills began to run down his spine.

He didn't want to kill again.

The other party has no power to fight back at all.

However, he did not dare to stop hastily, the cavalry array assault tactic was created and practiced by himself, and he himself was well aware of all the advantages and disadvantages of this tactic. If he pulls the reins of his horse out of pity for the enemy, the robe in the back row will hit him on the back by surprise. Immediately, he and the brothers behind him, and even the brothers in the third and fourth rows, would crash into each other, and the people would fall on their backs. In the end, it's all a lump of mashed meat!

He could only shout loudly, hoping that the fugitives would get out of the way. Hopefully, I can get the team into the open as soon as possible, and then slowly stop my mount and stop this senseless slaughter.

However, the minions who fled for their lives in a panic could not hear his reminder.

Even if they heard it, the fugitive's brain was unable to react. They only know how to run as hard as they can, run as hard as they can, and run as hard as they can in a straight line. Then they were picked up by the spears one by one, and trampled by the horses' hooves one by one.

A minion fell under the gun, and the blood splattered Ning Ziming's face. It was a stout young man, with a beard on his face that had not yet grown, and only a soft pile of fluff at the corners of his mouth.

When the spear caught up with him, he actually covered the back of his heart with both hands, trying to block the spear with his palm. Immediately, his hands and body were put together, and then they were bounced away from the distance, and blood fell like a waterfall.

Another minion fell under Ning Ziming's gun, it was a middle-aged man with a weak body, and he turned his head to look at the moment when he was stabbed into his body by a riding spear. His eyes were wide open, and his face was full of nostalgia for life.

"Get out of the way!" Ning Ziming was given the last glance by the other party, and he felt sad in his heart. With a sharp force of his arms, he threw the body out in the direction of the river.

The other party's eyes are familiar. He knew that Shi Yanbao must have had the same unwillingness in his heart in front of the Khitan people's war horses.

Shi Yanbao didn't want to die, and the boy in front of him was the same as the middle-aged minion.

But none of them could resist the fate of the underworld.

This is troubled times, kill or be killed.

There is hardly a third option.

Ning Ziming had already died once, and he didn't want to taste the same despair again.

Therefore, he could only continue to hold the riding spear with both hands, and he could only continue to urge the war horse under his crotch constantly. Forward, forward, poking over those who stand in your way, killing all those who might threaten you, throwing corpses incessantly into the frozen river.

It doesn't matter if the other party is innocent or full of evil.

Note 1: Piccolo, a whistle made of wood or bamboo, not a flute. Song poems have clouds, and the piccolo blows without a cavity, referring to this kind of whistle.

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