Liu Canjun instinctively wanted to throw away the torch in his hand and pull the reins of the horse. As a decent knight, this would allow the horse to stand up on its front hooves and use the horse's broad chest to block this intensive wave of crossbows.
But before he could let go of the torch in his hand, he felt a sharp pain on his shoulder. Immediately afterwards, his chest and abdomen directly in front seemed to be hit hard by several things. The leather mail armor was completely unable to withstand the four attacks of the Xiyan Army. The stone infantry crossbow can shoot within a hundred steps.
Liu Canjun only felt the sharp pain in his chest that soon turned into a chill on his back. This was the first and last time in his life that he felt what it felt like to be pierced by thousands of arrows. His eyes were still wide open. Daadi, the blood from the corners of his mouth and nostrils was flowing downwards, and his body leaned softly to the side. Just before falling to the ground, his last impression in this world was seeing people flying out of those tents. A large number of Xiyan army crossbowmen and long-armed infantrymen stepped forward. And he murmured in his mouth: "Don't enter during the camp, Wang Lugong, you are right!"
Murong Yong rode a tall, yellow Hehuang war horse with a mace in his hand. Accompanied by more than 20 cavalry, he rushed out of the camp, while Murong Sheng followed him with a spear. Finally, his eyes were full of excitement.
The infantry in front consciously opened a passage more than two feet wide. If you look down from the top of your head, you can see that in the Yan Army camp with a radius of more than ten miles, tens of thousands of horses of the Western Yan Army are walking along several lines. Ten such passages launched a tidal counterattack towards the Qin Army cavalry who were baptized by the rain of arrows, their generals were either dead or injured, and were falling into chaos.
And those who accompanied them in the attack were from various underground tunnels, from the fallen camps, from behind the carts, from under the carriages, in short, from all unexpected spaces, like ants and swarms of bees. The sergeants of Xiyan, like black tides, divided, surrounded and eliminated the more than ten thousand Qin army cavalry in squad form scattered throughout Yanzhong!
The cavalry officers leading the team, just like Murong Yong, held their bows and arrows, and once again poured out a hail of arrows at the Qin cavalry. There were five or six hundred Qin cavalry in front of the three tripping posts. He was tripped and turned over. Murong Yong didn't care about the Qin army knights rolling on the ground and screaming. He clamped the horse's belly with his legs. The Hehuang war horse neighed and flew with its hooves. It was unexpectedly thrown away from these knights. It flew overhead and landed five or six feet away.
Murong Yongying was steady, his arms exerted great strength, and the heavy mace drew a big circle on his head, and suddenly swept the heads of the three Qin army cavalry standing in front of him. , these three heads were like three fragile watermelons, their brains exploded to death. Red and white blood and brains were flying in the air, and the camp, which was originally smelling of gunpowder smoke, suddenly became There was an extra smell of blood.
Several Qin Army cavalry captains drew out their scimitars, wielded long swords and maces, and shouted: "Warriors, fight with the Xianbei people!"
Murong Yong laughed. His movements did not pause at all. The war horses flew past the three Qin army horses sitting on the headless corpses. The six or seven Qin soldiers in front had just drawn their weapons and wanted to fight back. , but was turned like a windmill by his mace. If it touched it, it would die, and if it hit it, it would hurt. Some of the guys who were close to it were knocked straight away from the horse, and their chests or backs were smashed. A big piece sank in.
In this kind of melee of armored cavalry, the long spear is not the most convenient weapon. A mace or a sledgehammer like this that can swing a large area is the most deadly thing. Murong Yong is followed by a group of generals. Qu, all of them used these blunt weapons to hit people. With just one charge, more than half of the more than 300 Qin Army cavalry in front of him were knocked down. The remaining knights were not fools. These Qin Army light cavalry, They are usually robbers in the grassland. They always attack when there are opportunities and dodge when there are no opportunities. When they saw the companions in front of them falling to the ground like raindrops, the companions behind them did not bother to fight back and turned their horses' heads one after another. Then ran wildly.
It's just that the Qin Army cavalry were happy to set fire to the camp just now, but this time it was more tragic to escape for their lives. In front of them were the Xiyan Army infantry, who were like wolves and tigers, in a neat array, and the pointed tips of their long spears shone with a dazzling cold light, like a streak of The impenetrable steel forest, and the cavalry wielding maces and long-handled hammers smashed everyone they saw. The infantrymen of the Xiyan Army, holding long spears, lined up and stabbed the wounded soldiers of the Qin Army who were still breathing after being knocked to the ground, and then cut off their heads and put them on their waists. One series at a time, continue to move forward.
Such cold and efficient killing efficiency killed more than half of the Qin army's light cavalry who rushed into the camp in just ten minutes. The remaining ones were all timid and rode back one after another, regardless of the raging fire behind them. He charged forward, hoping that the horse could withstand the scorching waves of fire and rush out of the fire to escape with his life.
It's a pity that this fire scene is enough to cover the entire rear army's camp, two to three hundred paces wide. Just now, the Qin army's cavalry set fire happily, but now they are entering the fire scene, and the east wind blows hard, blowing the fire towards the fire scene. The direction kept spreading, and hundreds of people rushed in. There was a burst of screams in an instant. From a distance, it looked like hundreds of burning fire phoenixes. The horses screamed one after another, and all of a sudden The burning riders were lifted off, and those who were covered in fire rolled and fluttered on the ground for a few times and could no longer move.
There were still more than 2,000 Qin Army light cavalry left, and they no longer dared to rush into the fire. In front of them, more than 5,000 Xi Yan Army cavalry, wearing various ghost-head masks, covered in blood, holding Most of the iron rods, maces and other blunt weapons were stained with red and white blood and brains. They all looked fierce, with murderous intent in their red eyes. Behind them, they were slowly advancing in formation. The infantry and crossbowmen of the Xiyan Army shouted in unison in Di and Chinese: "Fight to avoid death, fight to avoid death!"
These knights of the Qin Army, who had lost their fighting spirit, saw that if they advanced, they would die, and if they retreated into the fire, they would die. They no longer dared to have any other plans. They could only cry and dismount, throw away the bows, arrows and sabers in their hands. Kneeling down and begging for mercy, Murong Yong raised his bronze mask, which had already been splattered with red and white spots on his face by human blood and brain matter. A cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Wouldn't it be over if we surrender earlier?"
Han Yan's upper body was naked and he was holding a long spear in his hand. The tip of the spear was already stained red with blood and the blood was dripping down the blood trough. He ran to Murong Yong's side and laughed loudly: "Ah Yong, I knew you wouldn't let me down! I just saw Yang Ding, Li Bian and Peng Zi running away with these three thieves, let's go after them together."
