The Uighur army moved very quickly. Before the more than 1,200 Uighur soldiers who dismounted and fought reached the foot of the mountain, the 500 cavalrymen rushed up the south slope, roaring and killing Liu Mingli's troops halfway up the slope.
In the past, rows of scimitars raised high flashed with the cold light of death in the sun. Where the horses' hooves rose and fell, the grass and dust were flying, and the sound of the horse's hooves sounded like a roar, beating the Liu Mansion like the most exciting drum beat.
The hearts of the officers and soldiers faced the power of the swarming Uighur cavalry. Even though the Liu Mansion guards were all selected masters in the army, they could not help but change their color.
Liu Mingli has never fought in a war, and has never even seen blood, but as a general, he is naturally not a timid person. Facing the surging enemy cavalry, Liu Mingli is not only not afraid, but also has a bloodthirsty impulse.
With lingering thoughts in his heart, when he saw that the enemy vanguard had stepped onto the ramp, Liu Mingli took out the scimitar from his waist, raised it high, and roared: "All the troops obey the order and follow me to kill the thief.
If there is any advance or retreat, kill!" As soon as he finished speaking, he kicked the horse in the belly, accelerated the horse and rushed down the mountain.
"Kill the thief! Kill the thief! Kill the thief!" When the Liu Mansion guards saw that Liu Mingli had come out, they did not dare to neglect them. They roared angrily and pounced down the mountain. Within a few breaths, two rolling arrows appeared.
The iron streams collided fiercely. The swords flashed, blood spattered, the swords rose and fell, heads rolled, and the two sides fought fiercely together on the hillside.
"Kill, kill, kill!" Liu Mingli, whose blood was boiling, rushed to the front, roaring repeatedly, slashing left and right with the scimitar in his hand, like a mad tiger, killing several Uighur cavalry who were rushing towards him one by one.
The horse was cut down, and it was like a human being. When he was about to kill, he suddenly heard a roar, and then a horseman flew towards him, and a sharp sword light quickly struck him head-on. [
No! Liu Mingli had just killed a Uighur cavalry at this time, and the scimitar in his hand was too late to defend him. When he realized that the sword was fierce, his mind was trembling, and he couldn't care about anything else. He was busy crossing the iron bridge and fell backwards.
The whole body clung to the horse's back, and with just a "whoosh" sound, the light of the sword passed by the tip of Liu Mingli's nose. Just a small step away, Liu Mingli's nose would have been lost. Before Liu Mingli could be thankful, he escaped from the disaster.
, with the light of the sword spinning, a light change of line changed from a sweeping sweep to a diagonal slash, and the target was directly between Liu Mingli's neck.
Good Liu Mingli, watching the knife strike down on his head as fast as lightning, he immediately roared, raised his hand suddenly, and the knife was already raised, but with a "sounding" explosion, this must have been cut off.
The killing knife was held firmly, with a flick of the wrist and a trembling of the blade, the knife was moved to the side. With a strong twist of the waist and abdomen, he took advantage of the momentum and turned sideways. The scimitar in his hand was swung out like a wheel.
Take the enemy's arm.
Liu Mingli's change of moves was very fast, but the opponent's reaction was also very fast. However, when he saw the enemy coming, he groaned, and suddenly retracted and released his arms. The scimitar that had been "swung" away had already swung closer to him.
Liu Mingli's sword path was blocked by the ground, and the two sides exchanged swords head-on again. After a loud bang, the two galloping horses couldn't bear the strong impact of the collision, and they raised their front hooves in unison.
Neighing endlessly.
Damn it! Only then did Liu Mingli realize that the one who attacked him in the "rebellion" army turned out to be the commander of the bandit army. He became angry and roared. He pressed down the horse with raised hoofs, drew the scimitar in his hand, and killed him again.
The opponent, the sturdy Uighur general, was also unwilling to be outdone. He also roared violently and attacked Liu Mingli. In an instant, the two of them were fighting together, and no one could take down the other for a while.
On the southern slope, in terms of military strength, the Uighur cavalry had an absolute advantage, but in terms of personal combat power, the Liu Mansion guards had the absolute upper hand. In addition, the Liu Mansion guards were going down the slope. The above
The attack certainly gave me a lot of advantages. Therefore, I had the upper hand at the beginning of the confrontation. In one confrontation, I had killed seventy or eighty Uighur cavalry. However, as the horses lost their momentum, both sides
As the fighting began, the advantage of Liu Mansion's guards disappeared little by little. The two sides fought fiercely, and it was difficult to tell the winner for a while.
During the fierce battle in Nanbo, more than 1,200 Huihe soldiers rushed up the hillside in a chaotic manner amidst the orders of the generals. They roared and rushed towards the horse wall. There was no formation at all.
It can be said that victory comes from the strength of numbers. The momentum of such a swarm was quite strong, and the sound of shouts and ping-pong of shields was heard.
The Ning family brothers were all veterans of the war, so naturally they would not be intimidated by the momentum of such a gang of rebels. They all hid behind the horse wall calmly, allowing the Huihe soldiers to act haphazardly.
The "chaos" was enough, until the vanguard of the rebel army had rushed to a distance of only thirty steps from the horse wall, and then they shouted an order at the same time: "Fire the arrows, fire the arrows!" With this order, two hundred
The guards of Prince Yu's Mansion all poked their heads out from the gaps in the horse wall, and directed a hail of death arrows at the rebel soldiers. In an instant, they shot dozens of the rebel soldiers who were at the forefront.
They became hedgehogs. However, the Uighur soldiers who attacked this time seemed determined to break through the defense line of the Ning family brothers. They did not flinch at all due to the heavy casualties. They still shouted and ran forward, taking advantage of the palace guards.
While changing his arrows, he reached the horse wall, stabbed with swords and spears, and massacred the horses blocking the road, trying to kill the horse wall in one go.
"Get ready, shoot the arrows!" The Ning family brothers were not shaken by the ferocity of the rebels at all, nor did they rush to order the entire army to attack. Instead, they still shouted to shoot the arrows, and the palace guards who had already replaced the arrows
They listened to the command and fired the crossbow arrows again. At this time, the two sides were only separated by a horse wall. The distance was too close. There was no need to aim at all. Just shoot the arrows casually and they could kill them.
One person, with two arrows coming from behind, killed no less than 200 Uighur soldiers alive. However, at this time, the Uighur soldiers who frantically slashed the horse wall finally opened several gaps, shouted and walked along the gap.
Then he went to kill the palace guards.
"Form up and kill the thieves!" Seeing that the horse wall had been breached, the Ning family brothers did not dare to neglect. Each of them drew their swords in their hands and shouted loudly. All the palace guards dropped their empty crossbows.
, pulled out the long knife from his waist, ran to the vicinity of the Ning brothers, formed a defensive formation, and fought with the surging Uighur soldiers, but saw the light of the sword passing through the air, and the bloody arrows.
Spewing out in all directions, human lives were passing away like grass. Although a group of Huihe soldiers fought bravely to move forward, they were still unable to defeat the seemingly weak defense line of the Ning family brothers. However, the palace guards who were at an absolute disadvantage in numbers were also unable to defeat them.
The Huihe soldiers were driven down the mountain, and the two sides fought in a stalemate for a while.
"Little prince, let me lead my troops to attack and kill this son of a bitch!" Seeing the fierce battle on both the southeastern slopes, Shi Fenggong became more warlike and geared up to get a vote.
Xiao Wei never said a word, so he couldn't help but say something to fight.
"Yes, young prince, the momentum of the bandits' attack has been blocked. If we attack at this time, we can drive the bandits down the mountain, or even take advantage of the situation to defeat the enemy. It is not impossible. After the attack, Zhang is willing to lead his troops to attack!"
Upon hearing Shi Fenggong's request for an attack, Zhang Chaoyang was not to be outdone and also shouted loudly.
Damn it, you can stand and talk without straining your waist. Damn it, those who are beaten to death and alive now are all my subordinates. Damn it! Xiao Wei cursed secretly in his heart, feeling sorry for the casualties of the palace guards.
, but they don’t dare to invest all the reserves at this time. The reason is simple. The well-armed jihadist team at the foot of the mountain has not moved yet. If all the reserves are mobilized at this time,
, if the jihadists charge, what will Xiao Wei do to resist him? Is he really going to have to dive into the water to escape?
"There's no rush, just wait." Although Xiao Wei was scolding his mother in his heart, his face remained calm. He just shook his head slightly and rejected Shi and Zhang's request for a fight.
"Young prince..." Shi Fenggong had a hot temper. When he heard Xiao Wei say that he had to wait, he impatiently wanted to refute. However, Zhang Chaoyang saw the opportunity quickly and hurriedly gave Shi Fenggong a hand quietly.
This was able to stop Shi Fenggong’s next unpleasant words.
As time went by, after half an hour of fierce fighting, the stalemate situation changed. The first battle to determine the winner was the battle on Nanpo - Liu Mingli finally defeated the man who was entangled with him at the cost of a knife in his left shoulder.
The enemy general who had been fighting for a long time was cut off from his horse. The Uighur cavalry, which had lost its leader, quickly became disordered. They were killed by the guards of the Liu Mansion and retreated steadily. They were about to lose the battle. They were sitting still.
The immobile group of jihadists finally couldn't hold it any longer and sent a group of two hundred cavalry to reinforce the battle on the south slope. During the adjustment, the originally tight formation became slightly looser. Xiao Wei had to wait for a long time.
The fighter plane finally appeared!
"Brother Shi, Brother Zhang, follow me to kill the thieves. Go up the east slope. The whole army mounts and kills!" As soon as Xiao Wei finished speaking, he immediately got on his horse, shook his hand, drew out the long sword from his waist, and carried it.
When he was full of energy, he roared: "The whole army goes out, kill the thieves, kill the thieves, kill the thieves!"
Shi Fenggong and Zhang Chaoyang were impatient for a long time. When they saw Xiao Wei finally giving the order to attack, they were extremely excited. They each shouted loudly, got on their horses, and led their respective troops.
The guards, following Xiao Wei like an angry wave, rushed down the slope towards the mountainside where they were being killed. The rumble of horse hooves was deafening, and the entire hillside trembled.
The group of Huihe soldiers who were fighting endlessly with the palace guards immediately fell into chaos. Some wanted to attack them, while others tried to turn around and escape. As a result, they all became confused.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!" Xiao Wei, who was sprinting at the front of the cavalry brigade, roared loudly. Veins burst out in the hand holding the sword. He let the strong wind blow against his face and made his clothes rustle, and there was a feeling in his chest.
The feeling of admiration is oscillating non-stop...