Chapter 6: Wind (III)

"Ambushes, there is an ambush ahead!" Yelu Chiquan's eyes were rounded, and his voice became intermittent due to tension and coldness.

On the way, he thought about how to pull Lijiazhai down, how he led the Khitan warriors to show off his power, and how to humiliate the defeated enemy soldiers to the fullest, but he never expected that the other party would dare to take the initiative to fight!

"Enemy attack-Enemy attack-" "Enemy attack-Enemy attack-" The Khitan warriors and Youzhou Han soldiers who were closest to the woods also came to their senses, running backwards, and exclaimed loudly.

Like Yelu Chinu, they have been accustomed to their opponents hiding behind the courtyard wall for more than ten days since they rushed through the frozen Juma River. No one had ever imagined that there would be someone who dared to ambush them on the marching road!

"Don't run, the whole team! Let's go here to complete the team-!" Several Youzhou Han soldiers reacted slightly faster than ordinary soldiers. While shouting, they punched and kicked the retreating brothers around, forcing the latter to turn around and join the battle.

"Take weapons, hurry up and get weapons on the horse's back!" The ten Khitan generals and the heads of the Dutch were loudly reminded, trying to use the sacrifice of the Han army in Youzhou to exchange for the possibility of turning the situation around!

"Go together, go together, stop them, line up to stop them, line up to kill the escapees on the spot, and then find them to sit down!" Yelu Chiquan's right arm, Xiao Moe, carrying a branch that had just been picked up from the snow, sucked at the auxiliary soldiers and the Caogu, forcing them to go behind the Youzhou army, forming a second line of defense with flesh and blood.

"Kitan warriors, Khitan warriors retreat and get their weapons!" Yelu Chiquan was finally reminded, pulled out a big iron sword and waved it hard on the horse's back. "Others, push them up, all of them. I, Daliao, are invincible!"

In one round, only those Youzhou troops and miscellaneous soldiers need to survive one round.

As long as you take the weapons in your hand, the Khitan warriors can quickly enter the battle, like cutting melons and vegetables, and chopping all the local brave men in the future.

A small half incense stick can support a small half incense stick at most.

For the well-trained Youzhou Army of the Great Liao Dynasty, who have been on the battlefield for 400 people, this should not be a problem! After all, they have long been used to licking blood from the knife, and the other party is just a group of farmers who have just put down their hoes!

Ten breaths, if you can't hold on for half the incense stick, ten breaths are barely enough!

As long as the attack speed of the opponent's village heroes is slightly slower, the armed Khitan warriors may wipe them out.

The number of local tyrants who came was only over 500, while in the Liao Dynasty, there were 500 Youzhou troops, 100 auxiliary soldiers, and more than 100 Caogu, the number of people was nearly twice that of them.

Although, although the auxiliary soldiers and Caogu were in their hands, there were only short knives for cutting meat, ropes for bundling luggage, and wooden sticks for picking dry food.

Although, although the armor, bows and long soldiers of Youzhou soldiers are still carrying them on the horse's back!

"I'm the Great Liao--" Han Dexin opened her eyes wide and her face was full of madness, "I'm the Great Liao without retreating soldiers, so I'll push you up, and you'll push you up, those who retreat will die!"

"Press up, push up!"

"The whole team, the whole team, the person who retreats will die!"

“Go together, go together…”

The responses around were noisy and nervous.

The Youzhou Army, Khitan auxiliary soldiers, Khitans were waving short swords, wooden sticks for cutting meat, or stones that were temporarily taken out of the snow, constantly swaying toward the opposite side.

A group of farmers who had just put down their hoes came across the opposite side!

The farmer should be very brave.

Farmers should all lack combat experience.

The farmer should not be able to see the reality of the military formation here...

They shouted, looked forward, jumped, and screamed, just like a group of roosters erecting their feathers on their necks, hoping that the other party could regard themselves as lions!

However, reality is colder than the snow on the ground.

The ambush that broke out from the woods was unhappy.

Because the ground is too slippery, they even deliberately lowered their speed to prevent someone from slipping and affecting their overall formation.

Their row of spearmen walking in the front would have been able to charge early. However, they controlled the desire to kill in the hearts of everyone in the team and just widened their angry eyes.

At an extremely "slow" speed, they gathered together at the edge of the woods, adjusted their formation, and continued to move forward. Decisively, simply, like a group of ghosts, silently.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!" The Youzhou army soldiers standing in the front row were stimulated by the silent pressure, and while waving their uneven weapons, they loudly demonstrated to the other party.

"Kill, kill, kill, kill! Kill kill and kill! Turn around quickly, don't come over, turn around, we promise not to chase you!" The auxiliary soldiers of Youzhou Army, who were following the soldiers, had obvious trembling in their voices.

"Abahai, Abahai, Uhe, Uhe, Uhe!" The Khitan auxiliary soldiers and the Caogu who were forced to come forward to block the gun also shouted, kicking Xuemo from the ground with their feet to interfere with their eyes and buy more time for themselves.

Just a few breaths are needed.

Just a few snaps.

It only takes a few moments.

The wind blew from behind, and white snow foam enveloped the entire Liao army, rolling in the afterglow of the sunset, colorful and dreamy.

The local warriors walking across the street still made no sound.

The village warriors walking across the street continued to move forward and advance... The village warriors walking across the street silently passed through the snow and the colorful illusion, with the gun bars gray and black, and the gun tip flashed with a cold white light.

"squeak--!"

Silence, the moment after the gun's lead completely penetrated the fantasy, was suddenly broken by a cold piccolo. He advanced to the first row of fifty spears, and suddenly stabbed forward with great force, so neatly that it was like a beast closing its teeth.

The colorful snow foam instantly turned pink, floating and swaying.

The fantasy shattered instantly.

The red mist rolled, and the plasma rose and fell one after another.

The white cold light was quickly recovered in the dazzling plasma, and more than 20 Youzhou soldiers who were blocking the gunshots screamed and fell. The remaining Youzhou soldiers who were lucky enough to be stabbed or were just slightly injured were about 40 people. They quickly turned around and ran away.

Before he had time to wear armor and hold the shield, he only had a flesh-cutting knife left in his hand. It was like a mantis armed with a mantis armed chariot.

At least he still had anger and courage in his heart as support when he was driving a car with a mantis arm. However, the Youzhou army, who was forced to block the road, had nothing but panic!

They even had no chance to turn around and escape. The Youzhou soldiers standing in the second row watched their robes in the front row being stabbed, and watched the front row robes that were lucky enough not to be stabbed or were just slightly injured were rolled back, but they didn't know what they should do.

According to the usual training and requirements on the battlefield, they should go forward to fill the positions of the dead, block the local heroes who were pushing towards them, and kill them one by one.

But the unattended weapons and bloody reality tell them that if they take a step forward, they will surely die!

"Squeak-" Another short and shrill sound of flute.

All the problems are solved easily.

Rows of guns stabbed forward again, stabbed the back of the escapee and the front chest of the dazed person. The frozen clothes were pierced, the frozen numb skin, the skin, muscles and bones, and the internal organs behind the bones were instantly stirred!

The powder mist evaporates and the red light splashes.

On the white snow, one after another, filled with hot blood.

The whiteness on the ground is broken.

One by one, the corpses with wide eyes slowly fell down and rolled slowly. The dazzling red quickly covered the messy white, spreading around, silently.

The Youzhou army, standing in the front of the military formation, completely collapsed. Those who were lucky enough not to die under the gun turned around and screamed to escape, and no matter what obstacles they encountered, they would hit them by.

Third, fourth, fifth row Youzhou army was hit by the defeated soldiers and was unable to stand firm. They were shaking and shaking. Before the spear on the opposite side could advance to him, they had already fallen around.

The ghostly team that was walking towards us turned a blind eye to the corpses under their feet and the rapidly spreading blood. They continued to move forward in a steady rhythm, with the gun bar flat, their arms slightly bent, and the blood on the tip of the gun was dripping, dripping, and it turned into scarlet diagonal lines in the cold wind.

"Squeak—" "Squeak—" two consecutive sounds of piccolos.

The gun attacker stabs forward, recycles, and stabs forward. Red smoke fills the ears, screams endlessly.

The fourth row of Youzhou Army collapsed at the same time, along with the fifth and sixth rows. Those who had no time to escape were stabbed from behind by gunfire and fell to the ground and died tragically. Those who reacted relatively quickly waved their short swords and the wolf rushed to the ground.

Behind the Youzhou Army are the Khitan auxiliary soldiers and the Dacaogu.

In front of the blood-dripping gun, they were no more courageous than their Youzhou accomplices.

"Abahai, Abahai..." Before the village warriors could stab the spears near, most of the Khitan auxiliary soldiers and Dacaogu had turned around and fled. No matter how the ten generals in charge of supervising the battle cut and killed them, they would never stand there and wait for death.

There were also a very small number of auxiliary soldiers and Caogu, which totaled less than twenty. They were forced to be brave by the red mist floating in the sky. They waved the leather ropes used to tie things, carried the loads of grain, and the short knife used to cut meat, shouting and going upstream.

They are not soldiers.

They may have committed crimes and the latter was born into a conquered tribe, so they could only make cattle and horses for the soldiers. Only a very small number of lucky people can have the opportunity to join the ranks of the soldiers after many battles, and at the same time forget their original tribes and be completely regarded as a Khitan.

They escape today and may not be able to die.

They had had enough, so they might as well die.

They spoke different languages ​​and waved different weapons, neither lined up nor followed each other. They rushed towards the gun array like moths, without hesitation.

The consequences of their doing so are just like moths that slammed into fire, falling down in a blink of an eye. From the beginning to the end, they failed to affect the flames at all.

"Don't worry about them, sort out the formation, and continue to push towards those guys who are taking weapons!" Zheng Ziming spit out the piccolo in his mouth and made a loud adjustment.

Unexpectedly, the enemy collapsed so quickly, he was somewhat caught off guard. The brave men of the village obviously had never expected that the legendary Liao army, which was victorious and fierce, performed worse today than the bandits they had encountered before. They looked at each other, their arms and legs trembled slightly due to tension and excitement.

However, under the reminder of Zheng Ziming and the ten generals of Dutou in the team, everyone quickly adjusted their mentality and formation quickly. They covered the snow-covered hillside along the river, slowly pushed towards the Khitan warriors who were taking weapons.

I had known that these Khitans would come, and everyone made sufficient preparations in advance.

I have heard of it and even witnessed it with my own eyes that the result of the fortress being captured by the Khitans. The big guys are full of expectations for revenge.

"The spear team, continue pushing forward! Follow Tao Dachun's order!" Zheng Ziming took a deep breath and delegated the command of the spearmen to Tao Dachun who was standing in the first row. Then, he raised a golden pennant high, "The archer obeyed the order, stood on the spot, pulled the bow, No. 2 heavy arrow, forty steps in front of him, prepare-"

One hundred and fifty horn bows were raised diagonally in front. The archer put the No. 2 heavy arrow marked with symbols and specially used to kill unprotected targets on the bow arm, and then quickly pulled the bowstring back.
Chapter completed!