Under the firelight, the person surrounded and protected by people was dressed in white brocade clothes, which looked even more different from the others. A string of jade beads hanging around his neck shone in the dark night, which further showed that this person's identity was not
Ordinary people.
"One pound, give me the arrow."
"Here!."
Wang Yijin immediately offered his own arrow pot, Zhang Xiaowu drew his bow and shot an arrow, and the arrow hit the short, stocky white-robed man like a meteor.
"Poof!"
The arrow shot directly through the man's neck, and the man fell straight to the ground. A group of people around him were shocked and surrounded him tighter. Several guards even used the dead bodies on the ground as shields to shout loudly, and other bandits gathered together.
past.
Zhang Xiaowu was very suspicious of this person's identity and why there were so many people protecting him. He then took three arrows from Wang Yijin, aimed at the crowd and shot them. Several sand bandits fell to the ground after being hit by arrows, and other sand bandits immediately took over.
position, and pointed in the direction of Zhang Xiaowu and shouted alert.
Zhang Xiaowu immediately shouted: "Twenty of you, shoot at that man in many places quickly, scattering three arrows."
"Here!"
The sergeant was ordered to shoot arrows at the crowds of people, but the bandits still blocked the arrows with their bodies. After the sound of piercing the air, several more people were hit by arrows and fell to the ground. The corpses of more than a dozen bandits were piled into a pile of corpses.
Han blocked the rain of arrows.
Zhang Xiaowu had been observing this place and saw that all the bandits had been shot and killed, so he looked elsewhere. At this time, the bandits camp was in chaos due to fire and arrows. Some bandits escaped because they were blocked by others.
On the road, they actually started fighting each other.
The enemy was in chaos. Zhang Xiaowu immediately ordered the sergeants to shoot all their arrows and then abandon their bows and prepare their horses. Zhang Xiaowu waved his hand, and three hundred soldiers mounted their horses neatly and lined up. With the sound of "draw the sword", the generals drew their weapons.
, looking forward with a murderous look in his eyes, and everyone's heart was filled with passion.
Even Chen Boqing, the hand holding the sword was trembling slightly, not because he was afraid, but because he was so full of pride at the moment, and he felt so impulsive that a good man should be so impulsive. He turned to look at the young Zhang Xiaowu, only to find that he was unusually calm.
, staring at the fire and chaos in the enemy camp with sharp eyes, he couldn't help but ask: "General, when will we kill him?"
"Let the bullets fly for a while."
"What do you mean?"
Zhang Xiaowu kept his eyes fixed on the enemy, and replied with a smile: "Wait until they continue to kill each other for a while, and once they calm down, we will rush to kill them immediately."
"Here." Chen Boqing replied, and then he couldn't help but be stunned. How did he become his subordinate? He couldn't help but sing "Here" in response. Then he looked at the other people, who looked like they should take it for granted. He suddenly felt a sense of doubt about the army and the world.
There is a new definition. Jianghu is just about fighting and killing. No matter how powerful the Jianghu people are, they will be wiped out when they encounter an army with unified orders and actions.
Observing that some of the sand bandits began to organize their men to prepare their horses and look for them, Zhang Xiaowu knew that the time had come, pointed his knife at the enemy tent and shouted: "Follow the direction of the wind, follow me and kill them! Don't stop, go through the enemy camp and take a detour."
Go back and fight back from here! Don’t go against the wind and fire!”
"Here!"
Zhang Xiaowu waved his sword and killed him first. The other soldiers followed with howls and raised their swords. As the three hundred Han troops marched, their shape gradually changed into a formation of wild goose feathers. The sound of swords echoed through the moonlit night with the sound of horse hooves. The soldiers
He held the blade flat and shouted loudly to kill.
"Ta da da...ta da da...ta da da..."
Two to three hundred war horses of the Han army galloped on the sand and brought up a cloud of dust. Looking from a distance, they could only feel the thick smoke billowing, as if thousands of troops were coming to kill them. The bandits were even more frightened. They were originally surrounded by
They were burned and killed so much that they lost the courage to resist. At this time, there were even fewer resisters, and they all ran away randomly.
"Da da da... da da da..."
The south wind swept the fire across the entire enemy camp, and many horses had their tails or saddles set on fire. Some horses screamed in pain, which frightened other horses. Some bandits were even trampled into flesh by their own horses that were running around.
The bandits found that the horses were frightened and could not control them, so they had no choice but to give up riding their horses and fight back, risking their lives and directly picked up their weapons and rushed towards the Han army.
"kill!"
Zhang Xiaowu's eyes were full of cruelty. He leaned forward on his horse and held the saber in his hand straight, with the blade pointing outward. A panicked bandit soon appeared in front of him. He directly let the horse hit him. Only a bang was heard,
The sand bandit was hit by the war horse, flying more than ten feet high, and fell to the ground.
When he went up, he vomited blood profusely, and all the bones in his body were smashed. The cavalry did not need to use too sharp blades to fight the infantry. The blade was lightly struck. The fleeing enemy encountered the blade and his head was removed.
, that is, his body was broken into pieces, or he was knocked away by a war horse.
"Bang!"
Another bandit was knocked far away, fell to the ground and died without even vomiting blood.
Zhang Xiaowu shouted and chopped down a bandit. At this moment, a sharp arrow flew towards him and hit him, but was suddenly blocked by Chen Boqing's broken sword and fell to the ground.
With a clang, the arrow fell to the ground and broke into two pieces.
Zhang Xiaowu rubbed the back of his neck in shock and fear, and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. Then he saw Chen Boqing raise his palm, and a dart pierced the night sky, shooting the sneak attack bandit to death. Only then did Zhang Xiaowu react and said:
"Thank you, Master Chen."
"No thanks." Chen Boqing.
Zhang Xiaowu nodded and smiled, and Chen Boqing also laughed. The two of them laughed away their grudges and no longer disliked each other.
As the bandits fell to the ground one after another, the Han army's cavalry array gradually penetrated into the enemy group. The war horses were blocked by the corpses on the ground and the enemy's horses, and their speed gradually slowed down.
Zhang Xiaowu originally wanted to lead his soldiers through the enemy camp and then go around and kill seven in and seven out. However, after all, the soldiers in the Death Soldier Battalion were not real cavalry and could not control their horses to freely cross the enemy camp to kill. What made him even more helpless was that
Years of training have made the soldiers of the Death Soldier Battalion more accustomed to double combat.
They fought with their feet on the ground, so much so that when engaging with the enemy, their bodies unconsciously reined in their horses, causing them to stop before fighting the bandits. Fortunately, at this time, the bandits' morale was greatly reduced, and their morale was dispirited, so they just escaped and did not turn back.
Try your best, otherwise the Death Soldier Battalion will suffer heavy losses.
Seeing that his sergeants were already entangled with the enemy, Zhang Xiaowu shouted several times in succession, trying to lead the sergeants out of the melee. However, the sergeants were so excited that they could not hear his shouts, and they were even unable to get away. Some of the bandits were unable to escape.
They were also red-eyed and knew that escaping would lead to death, so they tried their best to keep the Han army behind.
After seeing this, Zhang Xiaowu yelled at the Han soldiers beside him: "You guys follow me, kill!" As he said that, he swung his saber in a round shape, knocked away the blade of a sand bandit, and rode his horse towards a place.
, cut the weapon of the sand bandit who sneaked up on the Han soldiers into two pieces. The sand bandit took one look at Zhang Xiaowu and ran away in fear. The Han soldier wanted to pursue him, but was blocked by Zhang Xiaowu, who shouted: "Follow me."
Behind me, follow me and kill!"
"Kill!" Zhao Suo and other soldiers never left him, and Shen Lindong martial arts Gao Qiang also killed the sand bandits around him, and he followed a few confidantes, including Li Chuncheng.
Li Chuncheng suffered some injuries, and Chen Boqing couldn't help asking: "How do you get injured?" Li Chuncheng said embarrassedly: "I am not used to riding horses.
On the other hand, if it wasn't for everyone to hold the war horse, I was afraid I would be dragged to death by this beast. "
Chen Boqing laughed in his heart. It seems that this "comrade -in -arms" is also a good dementia who is a good player.
Zhang Xiaowu chopped the horse knife and waved, cut over two sand bandits with his excellent arm, and saw his ancestor Mao killed with his horses. Zhang Xiaowu smiled twice and killed everyone to the fled sand bandits. Then there were soldiers to kill them one after another.
After the sand bandit followed Zhang Xiaowu and other people, the dead team camp gradually gathered together, and everyone re -found the backbone.
Moonlight, knife light, blood light, accompanied by screams and wind sounds, intertwined into a desert massacre, humans have become worthless here. No one knows how to pity others.
This is a massacre, the Han army's slaughter of the sand bandits, the morale of the regular army facing the soul -lost and uneven bandits, and absolutely massacre.
The Ruchian ruins, at this time, became a Shura Hell. The blood was infected with blood in the gravel above the ground, sticking together, and the gravel that was gradually blown by the wind, as if the person who died here did not exist.
Zhang Xiaowu was killed, and there were twenty people who died in his injured. However, he became more excited, and even felt that it was very cumbersome to ride immediately. So he jumped off the horse and horses.
The long knife raised it, and worked hard to smash it.
The sand bandit quickly raised the scimitar to resist the left and right, only to hear the sound of proper, and the Sand bandit gradually took a few steps to take a few steps.
Zhang Xiaowu became more abused, and the long knife in his hands chased the enemy's head and flipped up and down. There seemed to be a primitive impulse in the body. Be sure to seize the life of the opposite side.
The sand bandit shouted loudly as if begging for mercy, but saw Zhang Xiaowu's eyes showing a red gloomy breath, as if the evil ghost from hell, a soft hand, was flying by Zhang Xiaowu.
Hom head for mercy, even crying.
Zhang Xiaowu sang, split down, cut the sand bandits into two sections, and then he didn't look at it, rushed to other sand bandits. Some soldiers also imitated him to kill the enemy.
Dare, Zhang Xiaowu is so brave, the sergeants are more struggling to kill the enemy, and the morale is getting higher.
The sand bandits shivered and retreated, and more than 2,000 people were killed by these 360 Han army to escape. Some of the sand bandits who kneel on the ground begging were like a lamb.
Zhang Xiaowu watched a sand bandit wearing a bucket of sand bandits and was running away. He immediately drove the horse to chase. The sand bandit rushed to ride a few whip, but did not want to be his horses.
Putting him on the ground. Zhang Xiaowu's Thunder rushed up and chopped it on the back of the sand bandit leader. A blood mouth of more than one foot immediately took the blood of the blood.
After a few steps and running a few steps, I fell to the ground and did not know how to die.
When Chen Boqing saw it, he rushed over, and said, "This person was the Tsar bandit leader who hunted me last time."