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 the crackling fireballs burning, both sides made horrifying shouts, one after another around Lu Shu.
The physical strength and fighting skills of the Mongols were far superior to those of the Han'er who suddenly launched an attack, and their reaction to the battle was also much faster. Several Mongolians were covered under a net. As a result, one of them held up the net without hesitation and expanded the loose mesh. The others threw bones and blue 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'er 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 to him in the past few days. They had no martial skills to speak of, and were selected to fight based on their courage and desire for revenge. In the past few days, these people tried their best to complete basic military training, and also used their skills as craftsmen to make many weapons for temporary use. There is no doubt that they are all useful people and can at least become craftsmen accompanying the army in the future. Unfortunately, many people 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 did not notice it. The thin man who had fallen to the ground hurriedly twisted his waist to stand up and reached out to stop him. As a result, the ax blade passed by his right palm and fell diagonally to the side, 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 has seen the battlefield many times and knows that the more timid you are, the faster you will die. He took a deep breath and shouted loudly: "Why are you dazed? 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 crushed by a horse and was broken on the spot. He cried out in pain and subconsciously bent down, trying to pull out his calf. But Lu Shu stepped forward regardless, pinched his neck, and pushed him backwards.
When he raised his head, not only his calves but also his thighs were twisted into a terrifying angle. The Mongolian screamed fiercely 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 blade went from the bridge of the nose to the It penetrated 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, and 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 pull out 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 last two Mongolian cavalrymen were not affected by the fireballs and fishing nets. At this moment, the two cavalrymen rushed up, with their bows and arrows shooting indiscriminately.
In the blink of an eye, more than 20 Mongolian pursuers were gone. The only two cavalrymen who were still able to move forward and retreat freely on horseback were the two cavalrymen.
But they were really ferocious. They didn't even think about escaping and were still charging forward according to their inertia.
Perhaps this is the pride of the rulers on the grassland, or perhaps they feel that the slaves have used all their methods. Once the fight continues, the Mongols' riding and shooting skills are enough to win the victory.
At that moment, the two men grabbed horned bows, rode on horseback, and shot arrows randomly.
Some of Han'er's 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 can I stop this? There was a roar in the air, and the men 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 was lifted from the ground, wrapped in dust, and stopped in front of the running cavalry just in time.
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 pinched, 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 their mouths are cracked and their arm bones are broken.
But the Mongols on horseback also flew out from the front.
As soon as they hit the ground, they were surrounded by Han'er who rushed 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 person barely stopped crying and turned his head 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 straw balls, fishing nets and ropes!"
After he shouted, no one responded.
These people are craftsmen and slaves who have been suppressed by the Mongols for a long time. Obviously this battle has been won. The bloody bravery of the previous fight has faded, and the fear in the hearts of many people has returned. They have changed from warriors to carpenters, cobblers, blacksmiths, tailors or other humble craftsmen.
Someone in the crowd whispered: "But... they are all Mongolian masters. How can we kill Mongolian masters?"
"Damn it, Mr. Mongolian!"
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 made them bleed like rivers!"
Lu Shu had been bragging about how powerful Da Zhou was in the past few days, which made his mouth dry. But if you say something like this repeatedly, it will have the effect of repetition. Especially at this moment, facing the scattered corpses seems to be particularly relaxing.
Someone finally 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 pressed the wounds on the four fingers of his right hand tightly with his left hand. The pain made all the features on his face distorted, and his voice sounded a little 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 hadn't died yet.
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 was responsible for managing slaves in the nearby Mongolian Qianhuli, and he had at least hundreds of lives on his hands. Not to mention Han'er, even the Mongolian Boul or Yin Zhe would tremble when they saw his figure. Even if a man is killed and a woman is humiliated, she still doesn't dare to resist.
He 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. From the moment of 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 ten captain's head turned into pieces, like the fish sauce that slaves often eat, which is made from crushed raw fish and shrimps.
The man said in a hoarse voice: "You bastard Mongolian master, kill him when he comes! Kill one to get enough, kill two, three, four, five to avenge my family!"
Lu Wusi, who had stood outside 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 fight ended too quickly. At this moment, they had just taken shelter behind a bush and were still a few steps away from crossing the hillock.
Suddenly hearing Lu Wusi's shouting, Abul and Kunbuha looked at each other.
