Chapter 5 Short Song (2)

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

In the camp, several other Khitan soldiers who were patrolling the night rush to whip the horns. They tried to notify their companions that someone was riding a horse to the camp. However, the Khitan soldiers who were sleeping soundly could not recover from their good dreams in time.

Tens of thousands of troops surrounded more than 30 opponents, and one person could drown the other party alive with a spit. No one thought that they might encounter danger in their own camp. And no one thought that Zheng Ziming and others would actually attack them!

"Stop, block them!" Several brave night patrol schools rushed towards the war horses with their respective confidants. They tried to form a small array with long spears to slow down the opponent's advancement. At this moment, this tactic was very appropriate, but they overestimated their combat effectiveness.

With the help of the highway of the war horses running, Zheng Ziming just waved the steel whip and drove a Khitan general and his weapons backwards. Tao Dachun, Li Shun and others gently wiped the scimitar in the hands of the war horses, and a bloody storm was wiping the side of the war horses.

Nearly one-third of the Khitan soldiers who gathered in a hurry were killed before they could even take off their posture. The remaining two-thirds were stunned and staggered back in panic.

"Bang!" Zheng Ziming used a steel whip to smash a head that could not dodge. Tie Hualiu's four hooves followed him and stepped over the torso of the deceased, splashing red flesh and blood.

"Swish", Tao Dachun waved his arm suddenly, and the sharp blade quickly pulled out from the neck of a Khitan soldier, bringing up a red fountain.

The high splash of plasma dyed his face red in an instant. Then, with warm water vapor, it slowly slid down along his chin, dripping, dyeing the war horse's mane red, and finally fell down again, falling into the sand on the river beach, disappearing and disappearing...

Drawing the knife, swing, slashing, and sweeping. Zhou Xin, Li Shun, Tao Yong and others repeated the same movements, neatly like a machine. Strict training, countless times of life and death, made them engrave every step of cooperation into their bones. As long as they take action, several swords will be used together, making the enemy generals unable to defend themselves.

"Stop them, stop them, and lead the team is Zheng Ziming!"

"Stop them, stop them!"

"Stop them, don't let them get close to the big ship!"

...

When the horse's hooves had already stepped on most of the camp, there were finally a loud shout of killing sounds everywhere. Most of the Khitans were awakened and began to launch a crazy counterattack under the organization of their own generals. From the outside of the camp to the core of the camp, teams rushed towards the fast-moving war horses like wild wolves with red eyes, sacrificing their lives and continuing one after another.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..." The angry trumpet sounds shattered the darkness before dawn. Yelu Dilie, the governor of the Eastern Route Army of Khitan, was wearing a pair of calves and a red spirit's upper body, carrying a bloody scimitar, and personally supervising the battle. "Go up, go up to me. Kill him, kill him, don't live!"

"Kill, kill Zheng Ziming!"

"Those who want to die should not live!"

"Avenge your brothers!"

"kill……"

A group of Khitans riding horses roared forward and tried to complete the task that Yelu Dilie had just assigned. Time flies, and they didn't have time to wear armor or fight boots. Their two furry thighs were sandwiched against the horse's belly, and they looked particularly ugly by the firelight from all over the place.

"Go to die!" Zheng Ziming pulled his left hand behind and threw it forward with all his might. A cold iron axe roared out instantly and headed straight for the kneecap closest to him.

"Crack!", the kneecap without any cover was cut off by the axe blade, and its thighs and calves were split into two. The Khitan warrior on the horse screamed and fell down, and was instantly stepped on it into meat paste by his own people who rushed up.

"Go to die!" Zheng Ziming waved the steel whip with his right hand, withdrew another iron axe with his left hand, and shouted and fought. The space in front of him suddenly became extremely narrow, but time became extremely slow. The steel whip knocked a spear and cut off the other arm to his elbow and fell. Immediately afterwards, the steel whip smashed another warrior to his door, breaking his tendons and bones, and the iron axe wiped the fourth person's neck. Blood flew up, dyeing the sky above his head red. Under the red sky, the war horse ran wildly and stomped over a corpse.

A spear came from the side, Zheng Ziming turned sideways, and the axe blade swept across the barrel. Five fingers flew up one after another, and the owner of the spear screamed and ran away with his saddle. A scimitar came from the front and was beaten to the air by steel. Then, the iron axe took off his hand and slashed the man in the face.

Tao Dachun waved his sword and killed the injured warrior who escaped from behind. Zhou Xin held a spear in his hands, thrusting left and right, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep. The three of them were covered in blood, most of which were from others, and some of them might also come from themselves. However, none of them felt the pain, they could feel the heavyness of their armor and the scalp of their blood. They walked together, fighting, fighting, and rushing around. The enemy soldiers around fell one after another, and were trampled into the mud by horse hooves.

In an instant, a whole team of Khitan warriors were killed and lost their courage. Li Shun, Tao Yong and others quickly followed, passed through the bloody gap, and sent the enemy troops who could not escape to the West one by one.

All the living Cangzhou warriors rode their horses through the gap, with eighteen people left, and Shi Chonggui and three unconscious Caizi clustered in the center. All spare war horses were lost on the way, either killed by the angry Khitans, or fled in a woeful voice.

The entire triangle array shrank in half, but became sharper. Stepping on the soft river beach and the bodies of the Khitans, we headed straight to the bank where the big ships were moored.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

The sound of the trumpet sounded everywhere, with madness in anger. Yelu Dilie was completely mad and led his guard to pounce on Zheng Ziming. However, the whole place was full of Khitan soldiers who had just run out of the tent, blocking his way.

The Khitan warriors who rushed forward to make achievements, the Khitan cowards who were beaten and retreated in panic, and the confused Khitan ghosts who had just been awakened, were squeezed together. They pushed and shoved each other, and in an instant, they became stalemate into countless thick walls of people!

"Hacha, blow the horns to Hacha. If you dare to let Zheng Ziming go, he will come to see you!" Yelu Dilie overthrew seven or eight of his own soldiers in succession, but he still couldn't raise the speed of the war horse. He was so angry that he was hoarse and shouted a loud command.

Hacha is a warrior from the Shiwei tribe, and he has the courage of thousands of people. To be safe, when camping last night, Yelu Dilie deliberately arranged Hacha and other Shiwei warriors in the area closest to the big ship. He looked forward to the last moment, this man created a miracle with the two caltrop bones in his hand.

"Woooo, woooooo, woooooooooo..." The personal soldiers turned the order into a horn sound, and spread it to the banks of the Liao River as much as possible, into the ears of every listener.

"Wuwuwu, wuwuwuwu..." There was also a faint sound of horns on the other side of the dark Liao River. Yelu Chache, the king of Taining in the Great Liao Dynasty, stood in the shadow of an old tree by the river, his eyes rolling around like two balls of ghost fires.

"Brother, opposite, Yelu Dilie seemed to be about to be mad." Yelu Ben, the commander of the Left Army, came up with a gloating face, "I told him to open one eye when I go to bed..."

"Okay, it's all a family. He was caught off guard by Zheng Ziming. What's there to be happy about?" The ghost fire, which was spinning around, suddenly stopped. Yelucha slid over his eyelids and scolded coldly.

"This is, brother!" Yelu Ben blushed and nodded embarrassedly. Then, he asked unwillingly: "Then, should we close the Internet now so that Yelu Dilie can feel at ease!"

"What's the hurry?" Yelu Chache glanced at his younger brother squintedly and curled his lips gently, "When you fight a tiger, you have to let the tiger run a few laps first, and you are exhausted. Now that you can't close the net, you won't get Yelu Dilie's gratitude, and if you can't do it well, the net will be torn apart by the tiger, which is not worth the effort!"

"This, this, my brother is wise." Yelu Ben seemed to understand it, scratched the braid on his head and praised in a low voice.

"Don't make a sound, look at the opposite side, the show is still behind!" Yelu Chache smiled mysteriously, took a few steps forward, and set a hut with his hands. Just as the battle on the opposite side had nothing to do with him, he looked lively and leisurely.

The Liao River is less than twenty feet wide near the intersection with Sancha River. On the other side of the river, the light balls and torches are as bright as daylight, illuminating tens of thousands of burnt figures clearly.

The soldiers of the Eastern Route Army worked very hard, and several other Khitan tribal armies were also one after another. However, at the same time, there were only dozens of people who could rush to Zheng Ziming's side each time.

Half of these dozens of people were blocked by Li Shun, Wang Baogui and others, and then 20% were divided by Tao Dachun and Zhou Xin. There were very few people who could really fight Zheng Ziming.

The hasty defense line was broken by Zheng Ziming in a blink of an eye. The warriors in Cangzhou rode a war horse covered in blood, getting closer and closer to the ship. At this moment, the shouts of killing suddenly stopped, and the lights became darker in an instant. A large group of people were wearing fur coats, holding various strange weapons, short and strong "demons" and rushed up close to the river bank.

"Shiwei people, Shiwei people!"

"Hacha, Hacha!"

"Haza, the man-eating man!"

“Hacha is here, Hacha is here…

Cheers exploded on both sides of the Liao River. Countless Khitan warriors stopped instinctively and looked at the group of young forces who were still wearing fur coats and short and strong, with their faces full of expectations.

The Shiwei people came from the north of the desert and lived by hunting and accompanied by ice and snow. All adult men were able to fight wolves alive. Although they could not be trained as soldiers on a large scale because of their violent and rough temperament. However, they were the strongest for fighting in small areas.

Often, seven or eight Wei men can defeat hundreds of elite soldiers in the Peach Army. Hundreds of ten people can defeat thousands of Khitan troops. Only when both sides reach nearly 10,000 scale, can Khitan warriors defeat them with excellent weapons, strict discipline and close cooperation, and chase them to kill or capture the Wei Warriors one by one.

Therefore, when the Shiwei people of the brigade entered the battle, the other Khitan soldiers immediately stopped. They believed that they were sure that Zheng Ziming had completely gained his wings!

Hacha, the first warrior in Shiwei, did not disappoint the expectations of the Khitans. While running, he led his brothers to form a thick wall of human beings. The two caltrop bones in his hands collided with each other, "bang!" "bang", sparks flew everywhere, scaring the horses around him stood up and screamed loudly.

"Come on, I heard you are also a hero, and you are fighting me for 300 years..." He shouted in a stiff Khitan language, fearing that the young man from Central Plains who rushed over to flee and refused to let himself have an addiction to fighting.

"Swoosh" a sharp axe came into the air and hit his face.
Chapter completed!