A Jin Army crossbowman wearing leather armor, with tears in his eyes, stood next to the dying Jin Army crossbowman. He was pushing the crossbow to the ground, pulling the crossbow string with his hand, cocking the crossbow, and shouting. Said: "Captain, hold on, I will resist the thief!"
However, how can it be so easy to load a crossbow temporarily? The reason why crossbows are not as popular as bows and arrows on the battlefield is that it takes too long to load and pull the string. No matter how skilled the crossbowman is, he can only shoot two arrows per minute, while a good archer can shoot six arrows in the same time. When he arrived at Ten Arrows, he saw the Yan Army gunners who had been knocked to the ground struggling to get up from the ground, but the Jin Army crossbowman was unarmed. Even if it was strung, he only had one arrow and could not fight at all. of.
The dying Jin Army crossbowman suddenly realized the current situation. His hand loosened and the crossbow he held fell to the ground. He didn't know where he came from, and he firmly grabbed the spear on his belly. , pulled it out suddenly, and this time, half of his chopped spleen was pulled out together with the spear tip, blood spurted out like a waterfall, and his short spear was handed over to the crossbow-wielding companion next to him. In his hand, accompanied by his last voice: "Er Mao, kill the thief!"
Er Mao let out a mournful hiss: "Captain!"
And the crossbow he stepped on with his foot also fell to the side. This short spear was stained with the captain's blood, and there were even a few short heart-broken pieces in the blood groove in the blade. At this moment, it became a life-saving weapon. As his only weapon, he shouted loudly, stepped forward, and struck with the blood spear like lightning, impartially, and pierced a large bloody hole in the chest of a Yan Army spearman who had just stood up.
The spearman of the Yan Army widened his eyes, pressed his left hand on his chest, and held on to the spear tightly without letting go. When he was about to die, he also relied on the instinct of a warrior to drag him away. Holding the enemy's weapon, Ermao gritted his teeth, let go of his hand, and abandoned the spear in his hand. However, he shot out like lightning. From the right hand of the Yan Army spearman, he grabbed the spear body that he was about to stab at him, and suddenly With a strong pull, the spear was directly in his hand.
The other two Yan Army spearmen had already rushed over from behind the man who was stabbed to death first. They also shouted: "Hubal, Hubal!" That was obviously the name of the guy who was stabbed to death. As fellow comrades, their minds were already burning with the rage of revenge. They even ignored the arrows and stones flying in the air and rushed towards Er Mao as fast as possible.
In Er Mao's hand, he held the short spear he had just snatched upside down, and the two bright spear points were already less than three feet away from him. At this time, he was completely unable to block it. In desperation, he grabbed Huba Although the man was already dead, his last muscle memory before death still made him hold on to the spear handle tightly, making the bloody spear that killed him become a part of his body. .
Relying on the tail handle of the short spear, Er Mao actually turned Hubal's body half a foot around, just blocking the path of the two spears that were stabbing him. He only heard "pop" and "click" "There was a sound. From his angle, he could clearly hear the terrifying sound of the spear piercing the armor and slicing the flesh and bones, and a strong force penetrated Hubal's body, pushing him directly back. Fall down until you hit the ground.
The bloody spear on Hubal's chest pressed tightly against Er Mao's chest. Although it was a spear handle, combined with the momentum of the thrust and Hubal's weight of more than one hundred kilograms, it almost instantly fell. The spear broke Er Mao's chest and ribs, and there was only a "bang" sound. The spear handle broke on his chest, making him unable to breathe.
Although it was just one person holding down Er Mao, Er Mao felt that the entire Mount Tai was pressing on his chest. Even breathing, let alone movement, became a luxury. The huge pain, combined with the fatigue from fighting for a long time, made Er Mao's vision and consciousness a little blurry, and even the shouts of death from the outside world became quiet.
Ermao's consciousness suddenly woke up from the chaos and numbness after a few drops of blood. He opened his eyes, only to find Hubaer staring straight at him with his eyes. There seemed to be a sarcastic smile on the corner of his mouth. If It wasn't that there was no breath left in his mouth and nose, Er Mao would even think that he was still trying to save his last breath and wanted to say to himself: "Come with me on the road, Wu'er!"
The roars of the two Yan army spearmen sounded behind Hubal. Although they were in Xianbei language, Er Mao could still clearly know that they must be shouting: "Go to hell!"
Because, he could clearly feel that the weight of Mount Tai on his body had also disappeared. Hubal's stern face disappeared from his eyes, and what he saw instead was a bearded man. , wearing a black eye patch, a head as big as a butt head, and in his hand, raised high, ready to stab the tip of a bloody spear.
Ermao acted almost instinctively. He thrust the short spear upwards with his left hand. This time, it plunged directly under the skirt of the Yan Army spearman, and stabbed fiercely from between his legs. Entering the abdominal cavity, where the armor cannot reach, and the most vulnerable part of the human body, there is almost no obstacle to the thrust of this spear.
Even Ermao, who is a crossbowman, had the easiest assassination training among the few in the entire training process, and the dripping blood, with the body temperature of the bearded spearman of the Yan Army, dripped on Ermao's face , extremely fishy and smelly, just like the feeling he usually felt when he, a butcher in Donglai, Qingzhou, cut open the belly of a sheep.
A line of blood flowed from the bearded mouth. He looked at the short spear stuck in his lower body in disbelief. Only then did he realize what had happened. Suddenly, he roared: "Die!" And he His figure fell down like a collapsed building, and the spear raised in the air pierced Er Mao's head.
Er Mao endured the severe pain all over his body and rolled to the left. A few sharp stones, broken wood, or broken blades felt like a knife blade slicing across his waist and abdomen, which was so painful. He almost screamed, but before he heard his own scream, he heard another rough roar. As a Donglai native, he could understand this sentence: "I'll kill you!"
He immediately realized that it must be the last remaining spearman of the Yan Army, and a burst of anger suddenly arose in his heart: "I'll kill you first!"
