A spearman from the Three Teachings armed with a 丩-shaped halberd stabbed the front leg of a war horse with a howl.
But before he could retreat, he was struck by a knight on horseback with a long knife. The sharp blade cut through the chainmail armor, which was not of very good quality, and a stream of blood flowed from the spearman's shoulder. come out.
However, the spearman didn't seem to know the pain. With a painful scream, he stabbed the spear into the belly of the war horse again.
Another spearman beside him pulled the knight off the horse the moment the horse slowed down. Before the knight landed, several spears stabbed him at the same time.
Another knight was killed, but no one cheered, and there was no time to cheer, for the second knight of Karakhan arrived.
With the help of his horse power, the knight swung the hammer in his hand and knocked a spearman to the ground. However, he was immediately pulled off his horse by two pairs of hands, and then he was drowned in countless crowds.
In the three lines at the front, middle and back of the stacked formation, the blazing crossbow arrows were flying all over the sky, wave after wave without stopping. Once the charging team was blocked by the spearmen, resulting in confusion and being slowed down, the arrow rain from the stacked formation would hit them. The charging Karakhan cavalry caused a lot of damage.
However, Zhang Zhao's originally expected battle situation on the two wings was not as fierce as he imagined, because the Hanshandu warriors on both wings were so fierce!
Each of them has a divine arm bow, and can kill a large number of people from a long distance. When they get close, these people all hold horizontal knives and large wooden poles and fight with men and horses. After charging several times, the Karakhan cavalry, regardless of whether they were light or heavy, almost chose to avoid these two wings.
"Father, Morta and the others asked me to ask you, do we need to make preparations early?
Tens of thousands of Karakhan's cavalry have been besieging us for a day and a night, and they continued to harass us last night. We barely had a good rest, and the horses in the front line have been destroyed. We may not be able to withstand the next attack of the armored cavalry. "
On the left wing of the stacked formation, Hu Wei, the son of Hu Zaile, arrived on horseback. He also had a few wounds on his body and his armor was stained with blood, but they were not serious wounds.
Hu Jile glanced at his son coldly, then quickly withdrew his gaze. He looked at the retreating Karakhan cavalry and suddenly coughed a few times.
"I understand Morta's opinion, so what do you mean?"
"Father, the child feels that we are the queen's retainers. Although the queen gave Fengtian County's male fish talisman to let us obey his command, she did not let us fight to the death for him.
We only received a few hundred guan as a reward from Duke Fengtian. We fought bloody battles for a day and a night, and we were worthy of him! Huwei hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
Hu Jile stroked his somewhat gray beard, as if he agreed with his son's opinion.
"Then call Morta over and tell him something."
Not long after, Morta, who was almost clean, rushed over.
"Military envoy, I see that the Karakhanites in the west are not well defended and things are not going well. With our horse power, we can escape."
Hu Cile shook his head, "It's not easy to escape, so why waste your energy? I have a better way!"
"Please give me some instructions from the military envoy!" Morta raised his hand in confusion. The Karakhanites were surrounded on all sides. What better way could they come up with?
Hu Jile suddenly raised his hand, and a strung one-handed crossbow appeared in his hand. Before Morta could speak, there was a "thud", and the fine iron crossbow arrow was inserted into Morta's chest.
The tiger thorn clamped the horse's belly again, and the war horse protruded from the crowd. With a wave of his hand, the sharp horizontal knife directly decapitated Morta, who was swaying back and forth on the horse.
"Disloyal and unjust! Damn it! If anyone dares to say this in the future, he will be executed immediately! Hudutou, I think you are a first offender, get out of here, and you will be spared by beheading the enemy to the third level!"
Seeing the eldest son retreating hastily, a look of anger flashed across Hu Zaile's face, and then he looked at the second son Hu Guang beside him.
"Does Erlang know why father killed Morta?"
"I know, kid!" Hu Guang, who still had a ball of hair on the corner of his mouth, answered with his hands in hand.
"The Karakhanids' more than 10,000 cavalry could not defeat the more than 2,000 men of Fengtian County Duke. It can be seen that the Karakhanids were no more than mediocre. The Great Sage and the Emperor led his troops behind. Now the victory has actually been decided.
Because even if the Karakhanids kill us immediately, they will definitely lose. With their ability to attack fortresses, as long as we hold on to the Shule line, the Karakhanids will no longer be able to go south.
No matter what the results of the battle here are, Saktu is not enough to shake the remaining 30,000 troops of our Great Jin Kingdom. "
"Well said! We are not fighting for Duke Fengtian now, but for the Kingdom of Jin. If we flee, the Kingdom of Jin will no longer be able to accommodate us, but you have also missed the most important thing. A little bit!" Hu Zaile finally showed a few smiles.
"My grandfather migrated here from outside Bingzhou. After three generations, our tribe finally began to get rid of its identity as a Hulu. If we escape now, we may be able to survive, but we are destined to return to the miserable nomadic life on the grassland.
Hearing that the Duke of Fengtian had great ambitions to revive the Zhang family, which suited my taste, I practiced horse riding and archery for half my life and trained dozens of brave athletes just to find a wise master and go to Guasha and even the sweet and refreshing land as a soldier. master.
Back then, those of our clan, following Prince Li Jin and his son, became the sons of the Han family. Why don't my father and I also enjoy such wealth? Whoever wants to go back to the grassland to eat snow can go, but I won’t go! "
. . . .
At the end of the formation, a group of short, stocky men with big shoulders, round bellies and fat bellies were warming up. Even the horses around them were about the same size as them. They were all thick-boned and looked a little plump.
Their stature is the standard for armored cavalry in this era. Being short and strong not only has good resistance and durability, but can also reduce the area being attacked. The armor is several kilograms lighter than that of the tall ones. Both men and horses are armored. Even a pound less weight can save a lot of energy for the war horse.
Li Ruotai held a piece of fine white Xuancheng County paper in his hand. There were not many words written on the paper, but it conveyed a very important message.
That was his biological sister, Li Ruoliu, who was married to Zhongyun Kingdom by Li Shengtian. She was just found out to be four months pregnant.
This letter was sent at the end of February. Four months ago, it happened to be the month when King Zhongyun Sanpoba was killed by Zhang Zhao.
Before that, Li Ruoliu and Zhongyun Wang Sanpoba had been hostile to each other for two or three years.
So who is the biological father of this child? It goes without saying!
"Zhongyun Kingdom! It's a little small, but it's still a country! This deal can be done!"
Li Ruotai muttered a few words in a low voice, then he looked at the other strong man beside him and said.
"Kuroro, let's start putting on armor. I think the Karakhanites are about to launch the final fierce attack! Let everyone know clearly that this time we are fighting for ourselves. Don't let the prestige of the King of Wudu fall!"
Jiulang nodded lightly, "I listen to my second brother, but I don't want to go to Zhongyun Kingdom to become king and dominate. It's not very interesting.
The ancestors have been talking about Prince Wudu every day for hundreds of years. I want to go to Chang'an and see with my own eyes what kind of magical life Prince Wudu lived back then.
I think Zhang Erlang is a capable person, maybe you can follow him! "After saying that, Jiulang picked up the armor placed on the carriage and walked to the place where everyone rested.
