The knight on the opposite side was getting closer and closer, and Tuhar was the first to see a murderous young man on the opposite side, this person was too young, but his hideous face was clearly visible.
Look for death It was already certain that there was only a group of Han people on the other side, and Tuhar couldn't help but want to laugh wildly, it turned out to be just a group of pretentious Han people.
In the impression of their Mongols, these Han people have always been as timid as rats, and they can't imagine that these new herdsmen have such courage.
But how can this be for them, without the protection of the wall, the Han people are just lambs to the slaughter.
It's just that at this time, what Tuhar never expected was the gunshot.
That's right, the young man took off the reins, his legs tightened the horse's belly, and then he pulled out two riding spears from his waist with both hands, and the distance between the two sides was only more than forty zhang, and then The gun went off.
Bang bang bang Three rings in a row, and before Tuhar could react, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest What is it Before all the Tatars could react, gunshots rang out one after another, like fried beans, incessantly.
Then, one after another, the Tatars fell directly to the ground, and then The sudden turn of events, looking at the fallen companions one by one, the Tatars were completely panicked.
They habitually thought that the two sides would first attack in a straight line, and then fight each other with swords At least that's what they think, and where did they think, and riding guns The continuous firing of the cavalry spear and the bow and arrow is different, because it can avoid the influence of any climate and combat mode, it does not have to worry about rain and snow, does not have to worry about strong winds, does not have to deliberately keep a distance, it is the same as the so-called street artifact bench of later generations, home travel, killing people and goods, necessary medicine, whether it is a close shooting, or a long-distance kill, can be handy.
Bang bang bang In the midst of the fury of the wind, it was the voice of death, and the dense charge of the Tatars was almost like death in the face of this burst of cavalry.
Tuhar realized something as he watched his fallen companions fall off their horses, but the pain in his abdomen was so great that he almost suffocated.
What was fired into his body was lead bullets, which, once entered, whether or not they hit the vital point, were almost certain to death given the medical conditions of the Tatars.
Tuhar tried to raise the knife weakly, but felt that the knife in his hand weighed a thousand pounds.
All the Tatars were in confusion, but the sound of fried beans was still continuous, as if there was no end, so some people subconsciously wanted to draw their bows and arrows to fight back, but the distance between the two sides was getting closer and closer, and the role of bows and arrows was almost negligible.
It was a complete surprise.
Every Tatar was beaten and powerless, many of them had reined in their horses, and some began to subconsciously want to disperse, trying not to become the target of stray bullets.
The ownerless horses neighed and fled in all directions, colliding with the Tatar cavalry charging in the rear, and the men flipped on their backs.
The shepherds looked at the enemies who had fallen on their horses, and it was an encouraging result, and they began to have no fear.
In fact, they have been here for a while, and they are used to riding horses, they are used to fighting with people, and they are used to using riding guns.
Their morale was boosted, and seeing that the centurion of the opposite team had been shot off their horses, they began to show their riding skills, using their legs to control their horses, and then holding their guns in both hands, and shooting at the chaotic and secret Tatar cavalry on the opposite side.
They didn't care about the accuracy of the head, and they didn't care if they could hit accurately, and after a series of shots, more than half of the Tatars on the opposite side were killed or wounded.
At this time, Zhu Houzhao shouted: "Draw the knife." ” He was at a gallop, as if he were fluttering in the wind, his cloak was swept up by the gale, his spear was inserted into his waist, and a long knife made of alloy steel was already in his hand.
At the same time as his long knife was raised, countless long knives also stood up.
More than a dozen zhang.
But a distance of more than ten zhang, more than two hundred shepherds, like divine soldiers, their war horses also became excited, frantically carrying out the final sprint, countless people let out a cruel and joyful smile together, and the cruelty and wildness in their hearts finally burst out completely now.
"Kill" This is no longer a slogan to motivate oneself, but has become a desire in one's heart.
We are the robbers, the masters of this grassland rumble The two teams of men and horses finally collided together, and the men turned on their backs, carrying this great momentum, and the whole herdsman's cavalry was like a cathartic flood, and in an instant, it had swept the Tatars to pieces, like a steel spear piercing a papier-mâché window.
These Tatar cavalry, who had already lost more than half of their dead and wounded, had long been in chaos, and they still did not know what was happening, only that after those piercing gunshots, the people around them fell one after another inexplicably, only knowing that they were trembling and cowardly, and only knowing that in this time of chaos, the people on the opposite side rushed directly to kill, their horses ran faster, their knives were sharper, and their momentum was more like a rainbow.
Then the sound of flesh and bone clashing sounded, followed by the frantic slashing of long knives, and wherever it passed, blood splattered everywhere, and the galloping cavalry galloped like a whirlwind, like a powerful iron plow, combing through the ground one after another, and in this opening, blood flowed like a river.
Zhu Houzhao has never felt like this, yes, never, although in his dreams, he has had countless such experiences, but when the scene he longed for became a reality, he only had one thought that was very refreshing.
Zhu Houzhao waved the knife quickly, he couldn't remember the knife skills taught to him by the guards in the past, in fact, in the fierce fight in reality, these tricks were useless, and now he understood that killing people is actually just simple and effective, only need to slash, only need to be carried by this high-speed running war horse, see a figure that is about to retreat and die, and cut it down.
Phew, there was a fire burning in his chest, and this fire had consumed all his sanity, and in fact, he had little reason to speak of in the face of such a bloody fight.
Zhu Houzhao seemed to have gained infinite strength, constantly slashing, shouting in his mouth, the miserable cry stimulated his eardrums, his eyes were red, and he shouted: "Let them know what a robber is" Recommend a witty and interesting live broadcast article, I play live in the Three Kingdoms, and, students, remember to vote aa2705221: