"Sir, Su Hetai's horse suddenly stumbled just now. It shouldn't have happened in the first place. Then more than a dozen people stumbled one after another. This is too abnormal. There is something strange on the ground." Nalantan said.
Alingbao also felt a little strange. There were stones everywhere on the ground. Occasionally, one or two horses would step on the stones while running. It was understandable that they would lose their balance and fall, but there were too many falls. Fifty war horses actually fell. Halfway through, the rest actually stopped. Definitely weird.
At this time, the regiment trainers from Xiazi Camp were dragging back the injured regiment trainers who were still alive, and some were using long spears to beat up the horse bandits who were shot but not dead yet.
As Zhao Shuigen walked, he stabbed people on the ground with his spear. One of the horse bandits had his leg broken and was shot in the shoulder. My arms are no longer working, and I am still struggling to get up.
The captain went up and hit his head with a flail, making a loud clang. The horse bandit actually had a helmet inside his felt hat.
Although his head was not smashed open, it was still smashed so hard that he covered his head, twitched and huddled up. He shouted silently.
"Why are you still standing there, why don't you stab him to death?" Wu Zhang kicked Zhao Shuigan.
Zhao Shuigen suppressed his nausea and stabbed him in the chest with a spear, but the horse bandit was rolling on the ground. The stab missed and hit his stomach. When the spear was pulled out, a lot of liquid of various colors came out.
Zhao Shuigen couldn't bear it anymore. He leaned on the barrel of the gun and vomited out.
The "waste" captain walked over, picked up his flail, and hit him on the head. Finally the horse bandit stopped struggling.
Su Hetai was knocked unconscious and his head hit a stone. Although he was wearing iron armor inside, he was thrown off the horse running at high speed and landed on the cobblestone salt-alkali ground, knocking him unconscious.
He stood up unsteadily, looked around blankly, and found that he was the only one still standing, surrounded by soldiers in green floral clothes, using flails and spears to deal with the wailing men on the ground.
"Hey, there's another one alive here, sir, look," Mo Zui shouted excitedly.
Yang Fan also looked at Su Hetai with interest. This guy was very tall, 1.9 meters tall, and very strong. Yang Fan was only 1.75 meters tall, which made him feel that he needed to look up to this enemy, which was very unpleasant.
"Kneel down!" Yang Fan said in Manchu. He could communicate simply in the Manchu language of later generations.
Su Hetai was stunned for a moment. This young Baihu could actually speak Manchu. Then he roared, raised his long sword and rushed towards Yang Fan.
"Barbarian, go to hell!"
Yang Fan didn't move, looking at him contemptuously.
Snapped! Snapped! Twice. Two flails, Mo Table and Donkey Dan, hit his knees. He suffered multiple fractures on his body and his ribs were in excruciating pain. He stood up with only the courage of his blood, and his movements were already very clumsy.
Mo Zhu and Donkey were quick and ruthless, and they would not give him a chance to hurt the master.
"Ah!" Su Hetai screamed and fell to the ground. He struggled to crawl towards Yang Fan, even if he bit him with his teeth, he would bite this bastard to death. The long knife in one hand was moving forward feebly.
"Damn it, you damn Tatar, why don't you try to save your life?" Donkey hit his wrist with a flail, let go of the long knife, and then stepped on his neck. Su Hetai couldn't move and could only curse.
"Master, I'll cut off his tongue and let him curse again." Mo Zhui pulled out a leg fork from his calf and looked at Yang Fan and said.
"Take him back, this person is useful." Yang Fan said.
"Let everyone withdraw quickly," Yang Fan ordered, "Who keeps ordering money to be deducted."
Alinbao watched as Su Hetai was taken away, and the remaining wounded soldiers were beaten to death with flails and stabbed to death with spears. He also gasped. Are these guardsmen? They didn't leave any survivors alive. These soldiers were obviously new recruits. They were vomiting while stabbing the wailing wounded soldiers with their spears. The men didn't stop at all. He's really a cruel person who doesn't talk much.
"Sir, we can't let them take Su Hetai away, we can't be exposed," Nalan said.
Alingbao couldn't bear it.
"My lord, give me the order."
Alingbao sighed and said: "Fire the arrow, throw three rounds, then dismount and rush over on foot."
More than five hundred cavalrymen dismounted and formed three horizontal lines. They took out their bows and shot forward.
At this time, Yang Fan ordered to retreat.
"Hurry up and raise your shields." Mo Zuo shouted with a tin-wrapped trumpet.
All the injured who had no time to rescue during the team training were dead. The ground seemed to have grown a layer of thatch composed of arrows. Those who were wailing on the ground were covered with arrows and soon became motionless.
The regiment trainers of Xiazi Camp did not bother to cut off the heads or rescue the wounded soldiers. They quickly took the pot lids on their backs and lifted them up diagonally while squatting down.
Swish, swish, arrows were flying like locusts for a while, and from time to time, unlucky people were shot in the legs and feet, screaming loudly. A man named Song Chuang next to Zhao Shuigen was first hit by an arrow in the thigh. He screamed, threw down his shield, hugged his thigh and howled. Immediately afterwards, four or five arrows flew and nailed him to the ground.
Zhao Shuigen was trembling with fear and curled up even harder, trying his best to completely cover his body with the pot lid.
Doo doo doo, the arrow landed on the pot lid. It didn't penetrate, but it still hurt my arm.
"Everyone, slowly move back and form three lines in front of the south gate." Donkey Dan shouted loudly.
This time, the order was well executed, and everyone moved closer to their teams and slowly gathered into a group. Then a little by little, a small team of thirty people can use the pot lid to block the front and top, left and right. From a distance, they look like semicircular eggshells.
Fighting for one's life is indeed the most tempering experience. Everyone has made rapid progress and realized that to survive on the battlefield, one must obey orders and rely on the collective. Trying to show one's personal courage will lead to death the fastest.
After three rounds of arrows were fired, Alingbao looked at the wounded soldiers on the ground opposite and the soldiers holding pot lids, killing and wounding hundreds of people. He nodded with satisfaction, Manchuria's arrows were still very powerful.
"Go forward," Alimbao ordered.
The horizontal team began to shoot arrows while moving forward.
The servants held up iron-clad shields to protect Yang Fan and retreated slowly.
A stray arrow bounced off Yang Fan's helmet, causing his head to hurt.
"Line up, line up," Mo Zhui shouted loudly.
Finally, the squadron was used as a unit to form five semicircular arrays outside the south city gate.
This formation was most beneficial to preventing flying arrows, and it was discovered automatically by the soldiers during the retreat. Too many unlucky people fell along the way. Everyone kept shrinking inward, and as they walked, they formed this egg-shaped formation, facing the enemy. There were shields raised above, in front, and on the left and right.
"Get your guns ready and load them, the horse bandits are coming." Donkey Dan shouted loudly.
In the distance, the enemy's queue was slowly approaching. It's going to be a close fight.
