Chapter 107: Horror

Just after three o'clock in the afternoon (three o'clock in the afternoon), the fire gradually went out, and thick black smoke enveloped the Shura field-like place, and occasionally crackling from the embers, flashing red light, and then dimming.

The scorching smell is pervasive.

There were corpses in all postures and forms all over the place. Some had curled up in a ball of charcoal, some were only half scorched, some had been pierced through the chest by arrows, and some had no visible scars to be seen—the smoke harvested life far faster than a sword.

In the distance, there was a jingle of bells, and through the smoke, a team of knights loomed in the west: Gu Baisong's horse team had returned. To avoid the billowing black smoke and embers from the front, they circled far back from the west. The knights on the horse were laughing and laughing wantonly, not at all like they had just experienced a desperate fight.

There really wasn't any fighting, let alone death, it was just a one-sided massacre.

Luo Shifan arranged two lines of defense in advance, 8,000 auxiliary archers, and 4,000 people to support Gao Tengdou's three flying beast battalions to counterattack, and Guan Shengyun's Breaking Sky Battalion was also fully clothed and blocked at the camp gate to make a fool's plan. However, the tens of thousands of menacing enemies were all stopped by the first line of defense and the rain of arrows of the 4,000 auxiliary archers behind them, and then the slaughter of the chasing north side was overturned.

The raging fire ignited by the three stacks of firewood trapped the tens of thousands of people rushing in front, and the people behind were running in confusion, and they were completely shocked by the tragic scene that they had never seen in their lives. One place after another, flames several feet high suddenly rose and licked into the air, black smoke mixed with burning firewood and leaves tumbling into the sky, accompanied by the wails of thousands of people dying to make the rabble unprepared. Those who approached the wall of fire struggled to flee backwards, and those behind slowed down. The charging crowd finally stopped, staring at everything in front of them from a hundred paces away. There were burned-out smoke fluttering down, all over their heads and faces, and everyone was still standing stupidly, unaware...... Until, awakened by the thunderous sound of horses' hooves and shouts of killing!

When the stacks of wood began to burn into the sky, the horses became restless, snorting anxiously, and treading in place. Seeing that there were only a few hundred people running through the defense line, Gu Baisong ignored it, sent someone to say hello to Gao Tengdou, and immediately led the horse team to gallop westward, and after passing the wall of fire, he turned again, and more than two hundred horsemen opened a horizontal formation, shouting and killing the rest of the people who were so frightened that they were standing.

"Defeated!"

"Thieves kill people!"

"They're all dead, the thieves are coming!"

The crowd, awakened from the shock of fear, erupted in shouts, and those closest to the horse team threw away their clubs and hoes, and scrambled to turn and flee backwards.

In the dense crowd, no one has God's perspective, and no one can know what is happening in front of them. However, everyone saw the fire and smoke in the distance, and everyone heard the hoarse screams of the people in front of them! In an instant, a great sense of fear gripped everyone's hearts, thinking of the corpses lying on the side and the dying moaning kind...... In just one or two hours, the spirit went from high to nervous, from excited to terrifying......

Finally completely collapsed.

Everyone scrambled to flee south, no longer wanting the blessing of the cat and the beast, no longer wanting any good days of killing and defeating thieves, no longer wanting any official rewards from Lord Qian, and even no longer wanting those two long-lost mixed buns...... My mind was blank, and there was only one word left: Run! As for where to flee, who knows? Anyway, to the south, the farther away from these vicious thieves is better. These thieves are so fierce, not like the anti-thieves who were waiting to be killed and kneeling and shouting for mercy - they can really kill people!

The crowd of people running desperately did not care about those who tripped over discarded sticks or clods of dirt, either stepping directly over their bodies or tripped over them, and then they were trampled into the dirt again and again by pairs of bare feet with straw sandals or no shoes! Those who try to pull up and fall from their relatives and friends will immediately be hit by the people behind them, and then everyone will roll and entangle, crying, struggling, bearing the seemingly never-ending trampling, tearfully waiting and praying for death to come sooner and let all this pain end sooner.

Although there are many examples of armored cavalry forcibly charging into battle in actual combat, due to the limitation of horse types, there are few independent units of heavy cavalry in ancient China where all horses are fully armoured. Gu Baihua's horse team was originally made up of grabbing from east to west, and at this time it was only barely one person and two horses: one war horse rushed into battle, one pack horse marched and carried the load, and the horsemen did not even have the necessary horses for tactical maneuvering, let alone any cavalry auxiliaries. On weekdays, the whole march leads the horses on foot, and the support is completely dependent on the support of the auxiliary troops of the Chinese army, so it is only a tactical support for the army at the combat level, and the horse team does not have the ability to fight independently. However, from northern Shaanxi, although it is still a light cavalry, it is not inferior to any elite armored cavalry of the Ming Dynasty, and these rabbles fleeing in embarrassment in front of them are just lambs to be slaughtered.

The knights didn't go straight to the dense crowd, knowing that they could easily get caught up in it and not be able to play to their maximum advantage. Overall, the greatest advantage of the cavalry was extremely high mobility, followed by the impact that was difficult to resist. At this time, their most effective weapon is not the knife and gun in their hands - but the fear that spreads in the hearts of the fugitives to the greatest extent!

The horses galloped briskly in the gaps in the crowd, the armoured horsemen shouted loudly, and many knights who used mounted spears did not use the standard method of charging with their mounted spears between their armpits, but held their spears in their hands, and when they approached their targets, they reduced their horse's speed again to almost constant velocity and gently sent the tip of their spears into their bodies - but they also deliberately avoided the vital point! In contrast, the saber-wielding armored riders did not need to be so careful, and when they swept by, the sharp blade would pull a shocking wound on the opponent's shoulder and back! Much more efficient and much less labor-intensive.

Seeing this, the gunmen put their rifles back in their saddle rings and drew their spare sabers......

Kill as much as possible, not kill. This is something that the young military division has deliberately explained again and again.

In this era, being a soldier is just a means of making a living, and the purpose is only to have food to eat, not to starve to death, and there is no military discipline, let alone faith. If an army has a casualty rate of 10 percent, the situation on the battlefield is as precarious as a thousand moments, and if it can withstand such losses without collapsing, then it can definitely be called a first-class strong army. Throughout the Ming Dynasty, no army could withstand 20 percent casualties – it wasn't until the modern concept of the military emerged that the relentless baton, the mechanical reflexes created by protracted training, and the military law regulations imprinted in the bones of soldiers with fear were able to maintain this level of combat damage tolerance.

However, Luo Shifan knew that this time the opponent was the people. The people who have an absolute advantage in numbers, the people who are scattered, and the people who have no battlefield experience! They don't know how to judge the situation, they don't know tactics, they don't know anything but rush forward in one go—until fear destroys their spirits!

Then let the blood and the horror spread in their hearts to the fullest! They have bloody wounds in front of their eyes, the wails of the dying in their ears, and only fear in their hearts...... Let them wake up screaming and waking up forever in nightmares for the rest of their lives!

Everywhere the armor went, a terrible scream sounded everywhere, driving the other people who had run to the point of almost losing their strength to squeeze out the last drop of energy from their bodies again and run wildly. From time to time, someone suddenly fell down without warning while running desperately, and the body rolled a few times under the action of inertia, and then stopped and then remained silent, a large amount of red and white blood foam gushed out of the mouth and nose, and then blood gushed out of both ears. This is the one who blew up his lungs. Oxygen is rapidly consumed in the body, and the lungs and heart have been overloaded for a long time to keep the body running, and finally, a cell, or capillary, begins to rupture, and suddenly bursts of cell fluid and blood block the small peripheral pathways, causing an avalanche-like effect.

The crowd was trampling on each other, and there were lying and rolling bodies all over the place, and some of the injured fell to the ground, and some staggered south with their wounds covered and wailing. In less than an hour, Gu Baisong's horse team had crossed the vast majority of the people who had fled south, and two or three miles ahead was the north wall of Nanyang Mansion. Gu Baisong reined in his horse and looked at the direction of the city from a distance for a moment, spat heavily, and with a whistle, all the horsemen turned back one after another, shouting again and killing the crowd head-on.

At this time, the crowd had already thinned out a lot, and looking at the past, there were only 10,000 people left, and no one had the strength to run anymore, they were all staggering and stumbling deep and shallow and sleepwalking. Seeing the murderous armored cavalry killing in front of him again, someone finally involuntarily knelt down on his knees. One after another, the half-burnt incense was less than in time, and there was no longer a standing person in the field of vision of the armored horsemen.

They have finally recovered the other side of their two sides that they have done more skillfully: the cowardly side.

They have no mercy for the weak, and can even enjoy indescribable pleasure and excitement in all kinds of tyranny; However, in the face of more powerful abusers, they will involuntarily prostrate themselves on the ground, and even with their swords attached, they will only endure the violence while letting out a tearful wail, begging in vain for mercy that they have never felt before.

Unfortunately, the armor riders did not have the slightest sympathy. This is not only because they live in the same era of ignorance, but also because they know very well what will happen if they fall into the hands of these people! The knights on top did not gallop any further, but let their horses step directly into the crowd in small steps, and sent their weapons into one prostrated human body after another, and screamed one after another—at this time, in order to facilitate the killing, they had withdrawn their sabers and removed the long soldiers from the saddle rings.

Hundreds of people who were lucky enough to rush through the firewood stacks and suddenly arrived in front of the battle were all lying in wait on the spot.

The soldiers of the Flying Beast Battalion, who had been smashed by stones and soil on the boat earlier, were already full of anger, and they were even more angry when they watched the auxiliary soldiers of Guoqing Forest go on a killing spree, and the guys who were respectful to the soldiers on weekdays looked even more angry. Luo Shifan was reluctant to waste his precious feather arrows on these mortal people, so Guo Qinglin, who was so happy that he couldn't keep his mouth shut, laughed and cursed, and ordered his eager subordinates to collect their bows and return to the camp.

Despite the fact that the soldiers were only half-armoured in order to move quickly, there were still people who were in the way of such opponents, staring viciously at the bewildered group of men standing not far away, while untying each other's cowhide ropes and unloading their armor into the ground. As soon as Takato gave the order, the soldiers cursed and strode forward.

Behind him was a raging wall of fire with no way to escape, and in front of him was a large group of red-eyed fierce gods, like a crowd chased by Gu Baisong, most of them habitually knelt down, and only a few people tried to make some symbolic resistance - of course, these were also the earliest and worst deaths.

Those who kneel on the ground and beg for mercy will not be spared, so the battalion soldiers will not care that you have knocked your head to the point of bleeding, and said viciously in your mouth: "Kill the material!" Have you ever thought you'd spare your grandfather? The knife and gun in his hand were immediately pulled down...... Guan Shengyun doesn't have any decapitation skills here, so it's not uncommon to have any heads. It is enough to save half a life to spread fear, and it is enough to kill these guys who are the most daring and can run in front of tens of thousands of people, and even Luo Junshi will not be soft-hearted.