This monk soldier should be a centurion or something, and he reacts very quickly.
While waving his spear, he observed the other party and couldn't help but be overjoyed when he saw that there were fewer people on the other side.
"Kill them, kill them." He wanted to say this very much, but what came out was, "They are outnumbered, arrest them."
Just when I had the idea of killing them, I suddenly thought that there were a lot of security groups stationed here. They had not yet challenged the capabilities of the security groups, so I had to arrest them instead.
As long as these security groups are arrested, the myth of the security group's invincibility can be shattered.
What the centurion thought even further was that with these ten members of the security group in hand, the security group would definitely use a virulent weapon.
They can even take these ten people as hostages and put forward the conditions they want.
For example, the security team holds this hand-held bed crossbow, as well as firearms and the like.
When these monk soldiers saw it, they couldn't help but be overjoyed. There were hundreds of them, but the opponent only had a dozen or so.
The ratio between the two sides is ten to one. They will definitely win this battle.
They were shouting and waving their spears as they rushed toward the security patrol.
He Si'an obviously didn't know what the other party was thinking. He was now concentrating on how to deal with this group of monk soldiers, and had no idea that this group of monk soldiers were trying to plot against them.
"Shoot them to death and don't let them get close." Seeing the monk soldiers charging madly, He Sian ordered hurriedly.
There are few of them and they cannot let each other get close. Of course, the best thing to use is the hand-held bed crossbow in their hands.
Seeing these monk soldiers coming towards them with great momentum, the soldiers of the security group frantically pulled the triggers.
Swipe, swipe, swipe, the crossbows in the hands of the security team shot out wildly.
This handheld bed crossbow can also be operated with one hand, but the accuracy is poor.
Especially on war horses, the opponent is also a war horse, and the target is to move, making it even more difficult to aim.
Under certain conditions, it is best to operate with both hands.
Of course they won't attack with horses, which will seriously affect the accuracy of the crossbow.
What's more, the opponent's number is almost ten times theirs, and they have spears. If they charge head-on, there is not much difference between them and death.
Now facing the crazy monk soldiers, they aimed at the monk soldiers with their left hand and pulled the trigger crazily with their right hand.
This centurion is good at martial arts and moves forward while waving.
However, his men did not have such good martial arts skills, or they were rather unlucky. Many of them were hit by arrows or fell off their horses.
The distance between the two sides is relatively close, only seventy or eighty steps away.
These monk soldiers were quite tenacious. They grunted, waved their spears and charged towards the security group crazily.
Puff, puff, puff, the security team held bed crossbows and fired with all their might.
Bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, the spears in the hands of the monk soldiers were waving desperately.
The distance between the two sides is getting closer and closer, the power and accuracy of the hand-held crossbows are getting stronger and higher, and monk soldiers are constantly being shot.
However, the monk soldiers continued to advance, and no one around them fell down and retreated.
Some monk soldiers had even been hit by arrows, but they continued to rush towards the security group regardless of their own pain.
What the monk soldiers bet on is that they have the advantage in numbers and that the distance between the two sides is not far.
As long as you rush over and get to the side of the security team, the spears in their hands are more powerful than the crossbows in their hands.
Seeing the monk soldiers getting more and more crazy, He Sian shouted: "Shoot the horse, shoot the horse."
These monk soldiers also have leather armor on their bodies, which is more or less able to withstand crossbow arrows.
But these horses had no leather armor and were easier to target.
He Sian was shouting, and the crossbow in his hand was already shooting at a war horse.
The war horse suddenly let out a scream, stumbled for a few steps, knelt down on its front feet, and suddenly fell to the ground.
It turned out that the war horse was accidentally shot in the leg by He Sian, and it couldn't run immediately.
The monk soldiers on horseback also fell off their horses and fell in front of the horses.
The monk soldier was so anxious that he quickly stabbed the ground with the spear in his right hand, trying to resist the momentum of the high-speed running horse.
With a squeaking sound, the monk soldier's spear stuck into the ground, and he couldn't help but feel overjoyed.
The monk soldier roared and used both hands to resist the momentum and falling force of the war horse.
The spear quickly deformed, from straight to curved.
There was a snap, the good times did not last long, and the spear suddenly broke.
This monk soldier was quite clever, and the half of the spear in his hand was still stabbing towards the ground.
But he forgot that there was half a spear underneath, and it came into close contact with his chest.
Bang bang, the monk soldier felt severe pain coming from his right chest, and he burst into tears.
This one was mild, but the severe one was still on the mound, because he soon found it difficult to breathe.
It turned out that half of the spear broke his ribs, and his lungs were unknowingly pierced by the ribs, resulting in a gradual loss of lung function.
Monk Soldier A waved the spear in his hand wildly. He had seen the other party's face and couldn't help but be overjoyed.
As long as he runs another fifty steps, the spear in his hand can stab the opponent in the chest.
Suddenly, the horse under his crotch no longer ran forward, but bumped into another horse.
But at this moment, the opponent's crossbow arrows were raining down on them.
The monk armor clamped the horse's belly with all his strength, and continued to charge forward with the horse.
For some unknown reason, the war horse didn't listen to his greeting at all today and bumped into the war horse of Monk B next to him.
The monk soldier on the war horse next to him was waving his spear. Unexpectedly, his war horse collided violently.
Monk Armor's center of gravity was originally unstable. At this time, the two horses collided with each other. He could no longer stabilize himself and suddenly fell off the horse.
Fortunately, the monk armor was well prepared. He stabbed the ground with the spear in his hand. After shaking a few times, he finally stood firm on the ground.
The Monk Armor had just stood firm when a huge momentum suddenly came from behind.
He could no longer stand still and fell to the ground.
Then he felt a violent impact from the iron rod on his back, and he couldn't help but let out a scream.
It turned out that another war horse knocked him to the ground, trampled on his back a few times, and rushed over.
He struggled desperately, but was struck like an iron rod several times.
He didn't have time to scream, because he found it difficult to detect the sound, but felt severe pain coming from his chest and abdomen.
He reluctantly opened his eyes, but saw the belly of the war horse flashing past his eyes.
It turned out that he was trampled by several war horses, and then gradually lost consciousness and entered eternal darkness.
Monk Bing B was better than Monk Bing A. He clamped the belly of the horse with all his strength and soon controlled the horse under his crotch.
He didn't understand why Monk Bingjia's horse went crazy to catch him, and he couldn't help but squint his eyes.
He didn't know it without looking, and was shocked when he saw it.
It turned out that the war horse was shot in one eye and must have been in pain, so he went crazy and bumped into his war horse.
Monk Bing Yi looked at Monk Bing A's horse and realized something was wrong, so he continued to rush forward.
When he was waiting for this idea, he realized something was wrong.
The war horse suddenly ran hard for a few steps, swayed from side to side, and then fell.
He was thrown off the horse's head by his war horse. The moment he fell, he understood the reason.
It turned out that the war horse was hit in the forehead by the opponent's crossbow arrow, causing him to fall off the horse in great pain.
When he saw the horses of other monk soldiers rushing towards him, he couldn't help but become frightened. He hurriedly fell down with his head in his hands, and fell next to the horse, hoping to escape the disaster.
Jiazuo is the centurion of the monk soldiers, and his heart is bleeding now.
Before they even touched each other's clothes, three people had already fallen off their horses and three others were injured.
Jiazou felt extremely lucky because he was one of the 40% uninjured.
But he was even more fortunate in that he still had 70% of his troops. Facing the opponent's ten or so troops, he still had the upper hand in numbers.
Now they are only ten steps away from each other. As long as they take these ten steps, they can remember victory.
The opponent did not have a spear, but held something in the shape of a crossbow in his hand.
That thing is too short. If you finish firing the arrows, it will be no better than burning a fire stick.
As long as he crosses these ten steps, the spear in his hand can eat the opponent's flesh.
"Go over and kill them." Jiarou shouted loudly while waving his spear.
He doesn't talk about expelling them or arresting them now. His only wish is to kill this group of hateful Han soldiers.
After saying that, he took the lead, waving his spear desperately and holding the horse tightly between his legs.
Boom, boom, boom, he used all his strength to swing the spear in his hand.
The two sides have already fired sparks, and they want to kill each other.
Seeing that the spears in their hands were about to stab each other, the monk soldiers couldn't help but be overjoyed.
Seeing that the opponent was about to stab his horse, He Sian did not choose to fight head-on.
After all, their number is too small. The opponent still has about seventy cavalry, and they only have eleven cavalry.
"Get out of the way." He Sian shouted, clamped the horse between his legs, and hurriedly gave way to the opponent.
The spear in Jia's hand was thrust towards the opponent, but he did not expect that the opponent would step aside.
The horse could not turn around while galloping, so he had no choice but to continue charging.
After charging for about fifty steps, the war horse finally stopped.
What made him happy was that the opponent did not pursue the victory.
It was obvious that not only did the opponent have fewer people, but the crossbows in their hands were almost used or even used up.
His subordinates also fell here and couldn't help but look at him.
The two sides were already fighting, and he could see the raging anger on his men's faces.
One of the ten chiefs named Pubu was the first to ask: "Centurion, many of our people have died now, what should we do?"
"They don't dare to reach out. Don't they have any bows and arrows?" A tenth leader named Gongbu thought for a while and said to Jiarou.
A tenth commander named Suo Lang looked at the security team and yelled fiercely: "They are few in number and they have run out of crossbows. Now is the time for revenge."
Jiazou was lost in thought while listening to his subordinates' analysis.
Although he has never used a hand-held bed crossbow, he also knows some knowledge about weapons.
Although the hand-held bed crossbow fires quickly, it has obviously been filled in the box.
After all, the box has a limited capacity and cannot be filled infinitely.
Now the other party did not pursue him, obviously he had some scruples.
As expected, these officers above the rank of corps commander were extraordinary in martial arts, and almost no one was injured.
The key thing is that even if you ignore the injured people, the number of uninjured people is almost four times that of the opponent.
Morale can be used, must be used, blood revenge is avenged.
Jia Rub's eyes were red, he waved the spear in his hand and shouted loudly: "They have no crossbows anymore, rush over and kill them."
After saying that, he clamped his horse, waved the spear in his right hand, and rushed towards the security team patrol.
Yi Shuitai and Wan Hongzhuang looked at each other and shook their heads.
Just as the monk soldiers guessed, they were holding crossbows in their hands, and the bows and arrows had almost been fired.
Finally, Wan Hongzhuang said: "This group of monk soldiers are not ordinary soldiers. Not only are they extremely powerful in combat, but they also have great vision. Ten leaders, what should we do?"
When he finished speaking, he looked at He Sian.
The two of them were only corps commanders, but He Sian was the tenth commander, and the decision-making power was still in his hands.
He Sian couldn't help but smile bitterly, took out the fire folding book and waved it.
If there were more of them, if there were twenty more, his playing style would be different.
He could have half the people use firearms and half add crossbows.
However, there were so few of them that they had no chance to add crossbow arrows to their hand-held bed crossbows.
Maybe he felt that his expression was a little solemn, so he hurriedly changed his tone to be full of high morale.
He Sian shouted loudly: "These monk soldiers haven't tasted firearms yet, let them have a taste now."
After saying that, he lit the thunderbolt and threw it towards the monk soldiers.
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