Another iron-wheeled chariot on the left roared and rushed towards Murong Ping. The more than a hundred riders who were following Murong Ping had already shot all the bows and arrows in their hands. At this moment, they had no time to wind up, and the following ten Yu Qi then threw out the secondary melee weapons he had in his hands, such as hand halberds, small hammers, and iron whips. In short, except for the long spurred halberd in his hands, he threw whatever he caught and went straight to the soldiers on the opposite side of the car. go.
There was a sound of weapons hitting the car body and armor leaves. Along with the terrible sound of bones being broken by blunt objects, four or five soldiers on the car were smashed and fell out of the car. Even the driver was hit by a hand hammer. He hit his head, and his head was bleeding immediately. He still wanted to continue to control the chariot, but he was hit in the neck by a halberd. This time, his head tilted, and he died on his seat.
The commander of the chariot swayed left and right, and four or five hidden weapons passed by him on the vehicle. The nearest one directly shot off his helmet, and his messy hair was flying in the air. He even He also fired a crossbow in the air, knocking down an armored knight who was charging towards him.
But the commander immediately realized that almost all his companions were killed in the battle, and even the chariot lost control due to the death of the driver. He roared, jumped forward, and kicked the driver away without looking at it. The body of this life-and-death brother fell outside the car.
The commander of the chariot stood on the seat that was stained red by blood, with a ferocious face. He gritted his teeth and controlled the long rein in his hand, and continued to rush towards Murong Ping, shouting: "Let's die together. , let’s die together!”
Murong Ping finally turned his head this time. About five steps away, a Jin army soldier with blood all over his body, red eyes and disheveled hair, stood holding four war horses that were breathing heavily and spraying blood. On top of the chariot, he rushed towards me with such momentum that he put life and death at risk. Even if he risked his life, he would kill himself on the spot!
Murong Ping shook his head and suddenly laughed: "Good man, be my brother in the next life!"
As he spoke, his entire body suddenly rose into the air, and he jumped up on the stirrups, flying sideways like a big bird.
The Jin army commander's mouth was opened wide and he couldn't close it at all. He never expected that things would turn out like this. Before he could even scream, his four cart-drawing horses hit Murong Ping's car. mount.
A shrill neighing sound sounded, and Murong Ping's mount was knocked four or five steps away. The vest on the side was sliced open by the sharp horn on the head of the chariot horse, and the muscles on the side were completely stabbed. When it came out, even the broken bones and internal organs inside were clearly visible. The horse's liver and intestines continued to flow out from the bloody opening more than a foot wide. The four hooves struggled feebly and soon died.
As for the four horses pulling the Jin army's chariot, due to this fierce collision, the necks of two horses were obviously twisted, and they immediately fell dead on the spot. The other two horses were also injured by the collision. Jinxing was so dizzy that her legs went weak and she knelt down on the ground. The chariot, which had been so powerful just now, was hit by this collision almost instantly and all four of its horses were broken. Where did she stand? The commander, who was in the driver's seat, suddenly lost control of his body and flew out of the car. He landed on the horse of Murong Ping, who was killed, and fell in a pool of blood.
His eyes were full of unwillingness, and he twisted his neck and looked at Murong Ping, who was four or five steps away. He saw Murong Ping standing on the ground, shaking his head at him, then jogging a few steps, grabbing a horse from him.
The horse that ran in front of him with no one on its back was the same one that Murong Wuhen had used before. The moment he jumped on the horse, a trace of pity flashed in his eyes, as if he was lamenting that such a brave warrior was an enemy.
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The moment he jumped on the horse, he no longer turned to look at the Jin army commander in a pool of blood, because in the corner of his eye, he had already spotted more than ten war horses, with assault knights standing on them, galloping like flying.
Passing the direction where the commander fell to the ground, you can tell without looking that this brave soldier has now turned into a pool of blood and mud, and even his mother may not be able to distinguish his shape.
Thirty or forty horsemen rushed to the chariot that was paralyzed because it lost its horse. Several sergeants who fell in the carriage because the chariot suddenly fell to the ground and were dizzy were struggling to get up.
, but a forest of spears came towards them, immediately stabbing them with bloody holes all over their bodies. Some of the fierce and brave armored cavalry even jumped directly into the carriage from their horses.
He went up, drew out the saber and sword in his hand, and slashed violently at the dying Jin army in the car. Finally, these butchers, whose whole bodies were stained with blood, held up the bloody heads, and
He cheered his victory on the chariot.
At the same time, Murong Ping rode his war horse and charged towards Xu Kuizhi's chariot. Behind him, at least two hundred knights were also sprinting towards here with all their strength. Five or six chariots that had just approached,
Rushing forward desperately, launching a suicidal counterattack against these oncoming armored cavalry.
However, these chariots came in a hurry and were not connected by iron chains. They were unable to stop the enemy's concentrated attack. Almost every chariot was surrounded by twenty or thirty riders, circling and facing these solitary chariots.
The chariots were either shooting or galloping, taking turns to go into battle. Soon, the sergeants on the chariots were covered with arrows, or their bodies were punctured with bloody holes, and almost all of them died in the battle.
.All he can do is delay time with his own life.
The commanders of the last two tanks turned back to Xu Kuizhi and shouted loudly: "Commander, retreat quickly, retreat quickly, let's cut off the rear!"
Xu Kuizhi's eyes were sparkling with tears. He knew that these loyal and brave soldiers did not know that this was a fake handsome car. They thought they were Zhu Lingshi, because all the orders in the army were looking at this handsome car.
The soldiers on our side took this fake flag to be the Chinese army, and the enemy did the same. The flag was on the army, but the flag fell and the army died. In less than half a quarter of an hour, these two soldiers on our side
Of the ten chariots, there are not many left. Only the last chariot is left, which is still dragged behind, letting the commander's flag fly high.
While the opponent's central cavalry was desperately attacking forward, the wooden-wheeled chariots 200 steps away on both wings had already dispersed the enemy cavalry that had previously attacked us, and began to turn around and outflank the center.
If it takes only half a moment, or even a few minutes, as long as fifty of Zhu Lingshi's main tanks from behind arrive and seal the gap, the encirclement will be complete.