The battle entered its most intense state from the beginning.
The furious Mongolian horsemen and the frenzied Han slaves were entangled together. Broken limbs and broken arms kept flying into the air, and people kept being pierced by swords or beaten to death with sticks. Under the sound of peeling fireballs burning
, both sides made frightening shouts, one after another around Lu Shu.
The Mongolians' physical strength and fighting skills were far superior to those of the Han'er who suddenly attacked, and their reaction to the battle was much faster. Several Mongolians were covered under a net, but one of them held up the bag regardless of the situation.
The net was used to expand the loose mesh, and several people threw bones and blues through the mesh.
This ability to throw weapons to kill within a short distance is almost as instinctive to the Mongolians as horseback archery. Their hands are unusually strong, and as long as they hit the target, they will be seriously injured immediately.
The Han slaves who were surrounded from all sides were caught off guard, and five or six of them fell down one after another.
Lu Shu held the bleeding dagger and looked around the battle situation, feeling very distressed.
These men who ambushed with him were the brave ones selected from the slaves who had defected one after another in the past few days. They had no martial arts skills at all, and were selected based on their courage and desire for revenge.
Participate in the battle. In the past few days, these people have tried their best to complete basic military training, and also used their craftsmen's expertise to make many weapons for temporary use. There is no doubt that they are all useful people and can at least become army followers in the future.
Unfortunately, many craftsmen died one after another today.
Right next to Lu Shu, he suddenly let out a muffled groan.
It turned out that a heavy hand ax was spinning and flying towards Lu Shu, but Lu Shu didn't notice it. The thin man who had fallen to the ground hurriedly twisted his waist and stood up, reaching out to stop it. As a result, the ax blade passed his right palm and fell diagonally to the side.
Down, only a few inches away from Lu Shu.
Blood spurted out from the skinny man's palm, and several fingers flew out immediately, causing him to lie down again in pain.
This thin man was a very prestigious person among Han'er's slaves. When he fell, others mistakenly thought that he was dead, and they were all shocked.
Fortunately, Lu Shu had seen the battlefield many times and knew that the more timid you are, the faster you will die. He took a deep breath and shouted loudly: "Why are you so stunned? Kill me!"
Taking advantage of the gap between several throwing weapons flying by, he led four or five people around him to slam into each other and push down a wildly struggling war horse in the fishing net.
The war horse screamed and rolled over, knocking all the Mongolians in the fishing net to the ground, and they couldn't care less about throwing them.
A Mongolian man's calf was pinned down by a horse and was broken on the spot. He screamed in pain and subconsciously bent down, trying to pull out the calf. However, Lu Shu stepped forward regardless, pinched his neck, and tore him completely.
People are pushed backwards.
With this tilt, not only the calves but also the thighs were twisted into a terrible angle. The Mongolian screamed and tried his best to push away Lu Shu who was pressing on him.
Lu Shu rolled sideways to avoid it, and Aduo stepped on the horse behind him, using the force to jump up high. When he fell, the short sword in his palm deeply penetrated the Mongolian's face, and the sharp edge went from the bridge of the nose to the
It penetrates the mouth, with fleshy residue and bloody foam leaking out of the lower jaw.
The Mongolian man wore a short sword with a half-curved handle on his face, like a moose that had just given birth to a single horn. The muscles on his face were twisted into a weird smile. He struggled a few times and stopped moving.
Ado crouched down and was about to draw his sword, when suddenly another black shadow flew towards him. He instinctively shrank his head, and with a pop, an arrow pierced his bun. Before he could draw the arrow, he rolled twice on the spot. Lu Shu happened to use the corpses of war horses and men as cover, reached out and grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him hard, dragging him behind.
When I looked up, I saw that the two Mongolian cavalrymen who had fallen behind were not affected by the fireballs and fishing nets. At this moment, the two cavalrymen came up with their bows and arrows indiscriminately shooting.
In the blink of an eye, most of the twenty-odd Mongolian pursuers were gone. The only two cavalrymen who were still able to advance and retreat on horseback were the only ones left.
But they were really ferocious. They didn't even think about escaping and were still charging forward according to their inertia.
Perhaps this was the pride of the rulers on the grasslands, or perhaps they felt that the slaves had already used all their methods. Once the fight continued, the Mongols would be able to win with their riding and archery skills equal to a hundred.
At that moment, the two men grabbed horned bows, rode on horseback, and shot arrows randomly.
Some of the Han slaves reacted faster and took out simple wooden shields from behind, while others only had time to raise their hands to block the arrows. How could they block it? There was a roar in the air, and the Han slaves were shot to the ground one after another.
Seeing that the two horse archers were about to turn the tide of the battle, Lu Wusi suddenly shouted: "Pull!"
Following his shout, a leather rope wrapped in dust was lifted from the ground, stopping just in front of the running cavalry.
The leather rope is made by repeatedly braiding cowhide and tendon cut into strips. It may be thick or thin. It looks crude and abnormal at first glance, but it is strong enough to stop the war horse.
The front legs of the two war horses were stirred, and they suddenly fell to their knees. The huge momentum was transmitted to both ends of the leather rope, and several men who had been crouching in the deep pits on both sides flew up and fell to the ground in a dance. Judging from their appearance, I am afraid that Inevitably, the tiger's mouth will be cracked and the arm bone will be broken.
But the Mongols on horseback also flew out from the front.
As soon as they hit the ground, they were surrounded by men rushing up from all directions. They were like piles of sand washed away by the torrent, and they were lying dead in the blink of an eye.
The intensive shouts and screams on the battlefield suddenly stopped. Except for the whistling wind, no one shouted anymore. Even the seriously injured people barely stopped their whining and turned their heads slightly to look around.
Someone trembled: "We killed Master Mongolia..."
I don't know where someone made a whooshing sound. They were vomiting due to the smell of blood.
Lu Shu shouted loudly: "Look, as long as you are brave enough, you can win! Even if we don't have enough swords, guns and bows, we can win with only grass balls, fishing nets and ropes!"
After he shouted, no one responded.
These people are craftsmen, and they are slaves who have been suppressed by the Mongols for a long time. It is clear that this battle has been won, and the bloody courage of the previous fight has faded, and the fear in the hearts of many people has returned, and they have changed from soldiers to carpenters again. Cobbler, blacksmith, tailor or any other humble craftsman.
Someone in the crowd whispered: "But... they are all Mongolian masters. How can we kill Mongolian masters?"
"What the hell, Mr. Mongolia!"
Lu Shu spat fiercely and shouted again: "Didn't we agree? Get together and go back to the Central Plains. Anyone who dares to block the way will be killed! Just killing these few now is nothing. The Great Zhou Dynasty in the Central Plains has hundreds of powerful soldiers.
Wan, I can support you! The elite soldiers and generals of the Great Zhou Dynasty have long killed the Mongols to the point of fear, and killed them until their blood flowed like rivers!"
Lu Shu has been bragging about how powerful Da Zhou is in the past few days, which has made his mouth dry. But just saying these words repeatedly will have repeated effects. Especially at this moment, speaking to the corpses scattered everywhere, it seems to be particularly powerful.
Makes people feel relaxed.
Finally, someone responded sternly: "Master Mongolia is just a human being, and he is not invincible... It's so happy to be like this today!"
The one who spoke was the thin man who reached out to stop the flying ax for Lu Shu.
He used his left hand to press the wounds on the four fingers of his right hand tightly. The facial features on his face were distorted in pain, and his voice sounded a bit ferocious.
As he spoke, he stood up unsteadily, walked a few steps among the Mongolian corpses, and suddenly found a Mongolian captain of ten, although he was covered in blood, his chest was rising and falling, as if he had not yet died.
The thin man put his injured right hand under his arm, picked up a brick-sized stone with his left hand, and slammed it down.
The moment the stone fell, the tenth captain stood up suddenly.
It turned out that his injuries were not serious, and he planned to pretend to be dead to escape the disaster.
He is the person responsible for managing slaves in the nearby Mongolian Qianhu Village, and he has at least hundreds of lives on his hands. Not to mention Han'er, even the Mongolian Boul or Yin Zhe are worried when they see him.
Trembling. Even if a man is killed and a woman is humiliated, she does not dare to resist.
He really couldn't believe that he was supposed to be chasing the escaped slaves in a relaxed and happy way today, but ended up like this.
But the stone fell and hit his forehead. The moment he went from severe pain to knowing nothing, he had to believe it even if he didn't believe it.
The stone in the skinny man's hand kept rising and falling, making a constant "bang bang" sound.
Until the head of the ten-captain turned into a piece of fine pieces, like the fish sauce that slaves often eat, which is made from crushed raw fish and shrimps.
The sharp man said in a hoarse voice: "You bastard Mongolian master, kill him when he comes! Killing one is enough, killing two, three, four, five is to avenge my family!"
Lu Wusi, who stood on the outside of the battlefield at some point, nodded: "Well said!"
He pointed in a certain direction in the distance and raised his voice: "Those behind the bushes, what do you think?"
Abul, Kunbuha and others took advantage of the previous fighting to retreat with their horses. But the fighting ended too quickly. At this moment, they had just taken shelter behind a bush, and they still had a few steps to cross the hillock.
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Suddenly hearing Lu Wusi's shouting, Abul and Kunbuha looked at each other.
