Zhao Yang waved the pear flower gun desperately, feeling that the pear flower gun in his hand was getting heavier and heavier.
His battalion leader is like this, not to mention other cavalrymen.
Weiyang, the captain of the three thousand men, saw that these Nanman cavalry were swinging slower and slower, and shouted loudly: "Kill them and kill the Nanman."
The cavalry of the security regiment were exhausted and had turned into a flock of sheep. It was a great opportunity for slaughter.
"Go over and kill the Nanman." After firing the rocket, the barbarian archer took out his scimitar and rushed towards the security regiment's cavalry.
A barbarian centurion took out his scimitar, clamped his horse's belly and rushed towards the security regiment cavalry.
He has seen that some of these security regiment cavalry are swinging slower and slower, and some are even staggering. This is a phenomenon of losing strength.
As long as he passes by with his machete, these damn Nanman heads will be slaughtered by them.
What he liked most was to see his enemy's head suddenly chopped off by him, but he still looked like he couldn't believe it.
Thinking of this, he waved his scimitar and shouted: "Kill the Nanman, kill the Nanman."
Bang bang, bang bang, he suddenly felt something slam into his right side.
This thing is so big, like a small mountain, it is flying in the air.
He had always longed to fly in the air, but he didn't expect to fly as he wished today.
He felt a click from where he was lifted, and then it fell to the ground with a thud.
He just fell to the ground with his face facing the sky.
Boom, boom, boom, with this sound, he watched a big monster fly over his head.
Isn't this the huge monster? Why does it appear here? Doesn't it defend the Khanate warriors in the middle?
He wanted to get up and tell the Khanate warriors, but found that he could not get up.
He found that there was severe pain in his waist. It turned out that his spine had been broken by the huge monster, and his shouts turned into painful moans.
A captain of ten held his scimitar high, and suddenly felt lightning and thunder above his head. Could this be a bolt from the blue?
Then, he smelled gun smoke, and then the Baihui point on his head received a heavy blow from something.
He felt his vision go dark, and then fell off the horse. Amidst the screams, he was trampled to pieces by the horses that followed.
Another barbarian captain, who was charging, ducked down to avoid the explosion of thunder.
From the corner of his eye, he saw a huge monster with fire and thunder on his right, and suddenly he felt something hit his temple, and he caught a glimpse of it.
He also fell from his horse and met the same fate as the other ten-capion.
"Kill the Southern Barbarians, kill the Southern Barbarians." A barbarian man waved his scimitar and suddenly his horse stumbled.
The barbarian felt that he could not help but fall forward, and a gray thing flew past him in front of his eyes.
He felt the huge thing coming towards him fiercely, as if his head had been hit hard by a hammer.
He heard a crack in his neck, as if his cervical vertebra were broken, and then he fell into boundless darkness.
A barbarian man galloped on horseback and brandished a broadsword.
Suddenly he felt as if his horse's hind legs had been cut off suddenly, and he couldn't help but look up behind him.
With a bang, he felt a heavy blow from a hammer on the back of his head, and he immediately lost consciousness.
Zhao Yang felt the light on the left dim and heard a rumbling sound. It turned out to be three giant chariots.
The Hu people's archers were divided into three groups, and they attacked frantically toward the corners of the square formation from the left, center, and right directions.
Three giant chariots came directly from the east. They fired their cannons and rammed straight into the barbarian bow cavalry on the left.
That is, it didn't turn at all, and it was moving forward crazily while firing.
Wherever it went, the Hu cavalry were either injured and killed by it, or were killed or injured by the shadowless cannon, iron artillery, and cyclone cannon.
The three giant spirit chariots were like three huge iron plows, plowing out the traces of three human and horse corpses in the torrent of three barbarian bows and cavalry.
The torrent of three barbarian cavalry was forcibly plowed into nine sections by the giant spirit chariot from the side.
What is domineering? This is domineering.
What is unstoppable, this is unstoppable.
What is aggressive, this is aggressive.
Three thousand Hu soldiers and horses were divided into three sides to attack. Each of the three sides had a hundred men, making a total of ten waves.
In just a few dozen breaths, the three thousand archers of the Hu people were "ploughed" by the opponent's monsters from the front, middle, and back to about 600 archers.
These were so many casualties that they accounted for 20% of his total cavalry.
Weiyang, the leader of three thousand Hu people, witnessed it with his own eyes. He shouted "No" at that time.
But he could do nothing except shout no.
His cavalry is fast, and the opponent's speed is even faster.
If his cavalry faced off against the opponent, although there would be casualties, they would not be so heavy.
He felt his vision go dark and almost fainted.
The captain of his personal soldiers was beside him and hurriedly supported him.
What made him vomit blood was that this monster was not finished yet.
After it plowed through the three torrents of the Khanate, it turned a corner in front and continued to hit the three torrents of barbarian bows and cavalry.
Zhao Yang couldn't help but be overjoyed and stunned at the same time.
The first row of barbarian archers couldn't help but be overjoyed, and slashed at Zhao Yang with their scimitars.
The barbarian Gongqi didn't know what was going on. He looked at Zhao Yang in a daze and couldn't help but be overjoyed.
Nanman was in a daze, it was a good time for him to strike, and he slashed at Zhao Yang with the scimitar in his hand.
The sun shone on the Hu man's bow, and the reflection flickered in front of Zhao Yang's eyes.
Hearing several sudden sounds and flashing lights, Zhao Yang understood something in his heart.
The pear blossom gun in Zhao Yang's hand subconsciously pointed at the barbarians' bows and scimitars, making a clanging sound in close combat.
The Hu people were shocked when they came into close combat with the cavalry led by Zhao Yang.
Didn't these Nanman have no strength? When did they regain their strength?
Little did he know that Zhao Yang and his cavalry were already exhausted, but now that they saw victory in sight, they couldn't help but feel refreshed.
They were overjoyed, and their lost strength seemed to be restored again.
Zhao Yang's opponent was a centurion, who waved his scimitar wildly.
Although Zhao Yang has recovered, he believes that he can still kill the opponent.
No one wants to love to death, let alone the other person facing death.
Zhao Yang was indeed exhausted. He now forced himself to fight with the barbarian centurion.
He could only parry, but had no power to fight back at all.
The Hu people were even more happy when they saw that Zhao Yang had been resisting.
As expected, the other party's strength was about to be exhausted, and he relied entirely on his will to resist.
Thinking of this, the barbarian centurion swung even more fiercely.
Zhao Yang did not fight head-on with the opponent. He clamped the horse's belly and circled around the barbarian centurion.
"Shuzi, if you want to run away, it's not that easy. Stay alive." The barbarian centurion thought Zhao Yang was going to run away.
He was afraid that he would run away with the military merit he had obtained, so he caught the horse's belly and chased Zhao Yang.
One of the two was running in front, the other was chasing behind, like Tai Chi yin and yang fish, spinning around in circles.
The barbarian captain saw three huge monsters plowing towards the three archers and the torrent, and knew that the matter could not be rectified.
Since you won't give up, I won't be polite either.
He shouted loudly, beat the war drum as hard as he could, and shouted loudly: "Attack the monster."
"Attack the monster, attack the monster." His three hundred soldiers shouted.
The soldiers shouted, not only to convey orders, but also to boost morale.
Sure enough, the other Hu people heard this and stopped attacking Zhao Yang and the cavalry. They turned their horses and attacked the monster.
A barbarian centurion led a group of men, brandishing their sabers, and rushed towards the horses of the giant spirit chariot.
The reason why the monster was able to run here quickly was, of course, the war horse.
If the war horse is cut off, the monster cannot run.
They found the monster gate and were very likely to kill the Nanman inside the monster through the gate.
He shouted, brandishing the scimitar in his hand, and ran towards the monster war horse.
The giant chariot did not stop on its own, and they passed through the place where the barbarian archers had charged.
Rumble, rumble, the earth was filled with dust, and the war horses made the earth tremble.
At this time, the barbarian archers and cavalry had dispersed and were turning their horses to attack them.
Stomp, stomp, stomp, the barbarians waved their scimitars, followed the monster closely, and kept approaching the monster's horse.
Of course the horseman saw the Hu people's intentions and rode his horse desperately in an attempt to get rid of the Hu cavalry.
Tap tap, tap tap, tap tap, the two sides kept competing on the speed of their horses.
Although the giant chariot hit and killed the barbarians just now, it actually paid a price.
Some war horses were more or less injured when they collided with the barbarian archers.
If the horse is injured and has been running for a long time, its speed will naturally slow down.
Step, step, step, the barbarian archers are getting closer and closer to the horses of the giant spirit chariot.
The barbarian swung his machete and slashed at the horse.
In the corner of the square formation, Zhao Yang and the barbarian centurion were already at a fever pitch.
Zhao Ping was sweating profusely, panting, and felt like his lungs were burning.
The Hu centurion found that although Zhao Yang was resisting desperately, his speed was getting slower and slower.
A ferocious smile appeared on his face. Although Nanman mustered up all his courage, this was just his last struggle.
Thinking of this, he swung his scimitar faster.
His speed is getting faster and faster, and the opponent is getting slower and slower. There is only one result: the opponent is exhausted and killed by him.
Zhao Yang's speed became slower and slower, and finally a gap appeared.
The barbarian centurion couldn't help but be overjoyed. The opponent's flaw was exposed and his strength was gone.
If I can't afford to kill him now, I won't wait until when.
The barbarian centurion shouted, clamped the horse's belly tightly, and slashed at the opponent's shoulder.
He believed that as long as he slashed with this knife, the opponent's shoulder would be cut off by him.
Zhao Yang saw that the opponent was going all out and using old tricks, and was no longer able to return the sword to protect himself.
He also shouted, his arms suddenly increased in strength, and he thrust towards the opponent's bow with all his strength.
The barbarian centurion suddenly lost control of his scimitar and suddenly fell from his hand.
Zhao Yang pushed the pear blossom gun in his hand and plunged it into the centurion's chest, then stirred desperately.
The centurion felt the unbearable pain coming from his chest, and tried his best to pull out Zhao Yang's gun head with both hands.
As he desperately drew his gun, there was an incredible look in his eyes.
The barbarian centurion's mouth was bleeding and he asked in confusion: "Don't you have no strength?"
"How dare I fight with you if I don't have the strength." Zhao Yang said coldly while stirring the pear blossom gun and pushing the Hu man hard.
The light in the Hu man's eyes was gradually disappearing, and he murmured: "I've been fooled, I've been fooled."
After the barbarian centurion said these words, his body limply fell off the horse.
These were his last words in this world as he fell into boundless darkness.
Not only did the Hu man fall off his horse, he also fell off Zhao Yang's pear blossom spear.
Zhao Yang really had no strength because he could no longer pull out the weapon from the barbarian's chest.
Just now, he pretended to be defeated and lured the Hu people to forget about defense, so he reluctantly killed the Hu people.
Zhao Yang saw that the weapon in his hand fell down together with the body of the barbarian centurion, and then he remembered that he had forgotten to pull out the pear blossom gun.
He looked at the corpses of the barbarians and the pear-shaped spear, and his body was shaky.
A barbarian couldn't help but be overjoyed, and slashed at Zhao Yang with the curved bow in his hand.
Zhao Yang no longer had weapons in his hands, and now he was just a sheep who was unable to resist, and he was really only allowed to be slaughtered.
