Chapter 49: One against a hundred

Luo Dacheng, who rushed forward, thrust his sword and assassinated the Liao cavalry, stepped on his right foot on the back of his war horse, and then leaped forward and rushed forward. There, another Khitan cavalry had raised his war knife to him.

The speed of flying forward was not as fast as the cold light of Luo Dacheng's sword swing. The sound of the steel knife entering the flesh sounded, and the Liao soldiers fell off their horses obliquely. Most of the neck was cut by the steel knife, leaving only half of the muscles connecting the head and shoulders, and blood splashed out, dyeing most of the horses red.

Like a big bird flying, Luo Dacheng rushed towards the third Khitan cavalry. A series of screams sounded loudly. In the direction of Luo Dacheng's impact, the Liao soldiers collided one by one, and the vital points of their bodies were squirting blood.

Behind the cavalry, hundreds of infantry gathered. Luo Dacheng jumped forward from the last cavalry. With a swagger of the steel knife, he cut off the head of a Liao soldier and splashed out his brain.

The remaining Liao soldiers exclaimed and cursed loudly, raised their swords and guns to surround Luo Dacheng. Luo Dacheng kept rushing forward, pointed his sword in front of the sword, and stabbed into the chest of the leading Liao soldiers, which penetrated into the back of the heart.

The remaining Liao cavalry behind him activated their war horses and angrily chased him. Before she could join the infantry, Luo Dacheng had already run wildly, rushed out of the encirclement, waved his battle knife, and chopped several Liao soldiers along the way to the ground, with their heads cut off blood.

Seeing the Song general rushing out of the courtyard, everyone knew that the Liao soldiers in the village were afraid that General Xiao Dalie would be in danger. The roar of grief and anger sounded as he shook the sky, and all the Liao soldiers raised their swords and guns and rushed towards the blood-stained general Song.

There was already chaos on the village streets. The Liao soldiers were crowded together in a bustling manner, roaring angrily, and rushed towards the Song general in the crowd.

Luo Dacheng gritted his teeth tightly. Although he was fighting against the crowd, the rage and murderous intent in his eyes was only a hundred times more vigorous than theirs.

The sword had already curled the blade. Luo Dacheng stabbed it into the chest of a Liao soldier, grabbed his spear, ran forward for several steps, and trembled the guns, killing several Liao soldiers near a high wall and slashing them to the ground.

He turned around and leaned his back against the high wall, and the spear in his hand flew around the sky, which was extremely fast and almost impossible to see clearly.

Although he used a gun with one hand, his speed did not slow down at all. The spear stabbed forward like lightning, stabbing a Liao soldier who was rushing to the front through his throat. Then he shook his hand and retracted it, pulling the sharp spear tip out of his throat. Blood squirted wildly. The Liao soldier fell to the ground and twitched in pain, unable to attack Luo Dacheng any longer.

A large number of Liao soldiers rushed over, howling and screaming, raising swords and guns toward Luo Dacheng by the wall. Luo Dacheng angrily raised his spear. The Liao soldiers who rushed in front were shot and fell to the ground, with deep holes cracked in their throats, and blood gushed wildly. Luo Dacheng's gun was extremely fast, and even if they could see it, they would not have time to raise swords and guns to block them.

With a burst of thunderous sounds, a pile of Liao soldiers' corpses were piled up in front of Luo Dacheng, layer by layer, and blood soaked the pile of corpses. The Liao soldiers behind were still rushing towards him one after another, and then they were stabbed by Luo Dacheng, who was stabbed with a gun, and fell to his companion's corpse in pain. They finally died on the spot due to excessive blood loss and being unable to breathe.

The Liao soldiers who tried to bypass both sides also encountered the same fate one after another. The spears were swung up all over the sky, and all the Liao soldiers who entered the spear were pierced through their throats. The sharp tip of the spear was so fast that they could not resist.

The sharp arrows broke through the air, but they could not hurt Luo Da Centrifuge at all. Even if they were injured and bleeding, they could not slow down his speed too much. The spear was provoked and the sharp arrows shot were opened one by one, nailing them to the high wall behind him, making a fluffy sound.

The pile of corpses is constantly increasing. Whether it is stepping over the pile of corpses and attacking them from both sides, they have to face the deadly spear tip. Liao soldiers often strode over, but the next moment, they see in despair that the sharp spear tip has stabbed in front of their face!

The crowded Liao soldiers on the street continued to increase, and the alarmed Liao soldiers rushed over, and soon reached more than 200 people, until all the Liao soldiers were crowded on the street and shouted and rushed towards Luo Dacheng. Then, the number of people began to decrease again, and Luo Dacheng's spear flew all over the sky, stabbing the Liao soldiers who were approaching him, and they all killed their throats.

In the village, there were crowds of people, roars, screams, and the sound of gold and iron intertwined, forming a set of boiling symphony. Each Liao soldier was pushing forward desperately, roaring angrily, raising his swords and guns, and shouting to kill the stubborn Song general.

In the middle of the chaos, Luo Dacheng raised his gun with one hand and assassinated the Liao soldiers approaching him. Although he was full of grief, anger, murderous intent, his eyes were calm and angry. Each shot attacked the vital points of the enemy's lack of time to prevent. The spear stabbed out like lightning can always take away the lives of the enemy soldiers, causing him to fall into the pile of corpses with blood all over his body.

As time passed, the Liao soldiers behind were getting more and more frightened. Seeing that the number of people on the side was gradually becoming fewer, the blood-filled Song General was not damaged at all. He had suffered so many injuries just now, but now he still had many scars on his body!

In front of Luo Dacheng, there were already a large pile of corpses, half-ringed, piled up like mountains. The Liao soldiers behind could only step onto the mountain of corpses and rushed down from a high place. Then they were shot through the chest and fell to the ground and died.

Luo Dacheng repeated the mechanical work angrily and calmly. More than 200 Liao soldiers rushed up like a tide, but he stabbed them to death one by one with his quick movements.

Even after a long battle, the right arm is still condensed like iron and does not tremble at all. The true power gathers towards the right arm, and there is no need to stimulate the Qi at this time. As long as the speed and strength can be maintained for a long time, it is enough.

When the Liao soldiers finally discovered that the number of their companions had been reduced by half, the streets were filled with corpses of Liao soldiers. At this time, the spear that assassinated hundreds of people had reached the peak of the load. When the iron armor on the chest of a Liao soldier was stabbed, it broke with a click.

Luo Dacheng, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly burst out, strode forward, snatched the steel knife in the hand of the Liao soldier, swung it hard in the air, slashed the Liao soldier who had not been stabbed to death by the spear, and flew out and fell into the pile of corpses.
Chapter completed!