More than a thousand Xiliang cavalry swarmed together, making the already not very spacious road seem even narrower. Listening to the screams that continued to come from the distance, the cavalry couldn't help but be surprised and looked at each other.
Through the dense thorn bushes, screams could be heard in the distance. From the sound, it could be clearly judged that they were coming from the Xiliang cavalry who walked into another fork in the road. It seemed that they were probably ambushed by the Chen army.
A group of Xiliang knights turned their guns around without hesitation and retreated from the original route to rush for reinforcements.
What no one noticed was that dozens of ghostly figures hung down from the twisted branches of the old tree in the darkness. They hung upside down like bats in the dark night, hanging silently above the heads of the Xiliang cavalry.
Everything was without warning. The mouths and noses of the dozens of Xiliang cavalry at the end of the team were covered by pairs of big hands falling from the sky. Before they could make any reaction, sharp daggers had already cut their throats...
After a brief convulsion, the bodies of these Xiliang cavalry quickly collapsed, and even the sound of falling to the ground was drowned out by the clash of armor and footsteps in the mighty team.
Those dozens of ghostly figures have climbed up the branches like spiritual apes and disappeared.
This scene was repeated repeatedly during the retreat of the Xiliang cavalry.
It wasn't until a cavalryman whose throat was cut and who was clutching his bleeding neck struggled to death, using all his strength to let out a hoarse cry, and then hit the knight in front with a spear in his hand, that everyone was shocked to find that someone died along the way. So many companions.
While Hanisha, the leading deputy general, was furious, he suddenly realized that the cunning Da Chen army was ambushing everywhere. It seemed that the team on the other road also encountered the same situation. He led his men to rush for reinforcements, maybe he had fallen into the trap of Da Chen's army.
Thinking of this, he roared and pulled out his sword, ordered the Xiliang sergeant to turn the gun again, and hunt down the hidden Dachen army along the way.
Hanisha's wise decision allowed the Xiliang cavalry to quickly discover dozens of figures hiding in the forest.
With the shouts of the Xiliang cavalry, the squeaking of bowstrings, like the flying arrows of locusts, the Dachen soldiers were forced to escape, and the two sides started a life-and-death fight on the narrow road...
Fang Yizhi stabbed the Xiliang knight's abdomen with his knife, turned the handle of the knife, and stirred the knight's belly a few times. Blood surged from the man's mouth. Fang Yizhi pulled out the steel knife and slashed the knight stabbed by the spear. On the neck, hot blood sprayed, and the man's body was separated.
Glancing out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that a soldier not far away was being attacked by three Xiliang knights. He was gradually unable to withstand the attack. The steel knife in his hand shot out, instantly penetrating the knight's back.
Seeing Fang Yizhi's bravery, the besieging Xiliang cavalry shouted in unison, and more than a dozen spears rushed towards him. Fang Yizhi's body was as soft as a willow branch, twisting and dodging in the shadow of countless spears, and suddenly his ape arms stretched out, and his palms With one hook and another, more than a dozen long spears were tucked under the armpits.
A group of Xiliang knights struggled to seize the spears, but they were like ants shaking a big tree. The spears did not move at all. Fang Yizhi shouted loudly, and his true energy poured into his arms. More than a dozen fine steel spears were broken like onions. The Xiliang people Before the knight could recover from the shock, the whistling spearhead penetrated his chest and lower abdomen, and he fell to the ground with a huff...
The dark and narrow road was littered with dead bodies and rivers of blood. The Xiliang cavalry blocked the road tightly. They waved their spears and halberds and strangled and advanced like human chariots.
Fang Yizhi led more than a hundred people, all of whom were elites from the scout battalion, and were experts in jungles, mountains, and assassinations. Due to the narrow terrain, the Xiliang cavalry could not exert their numerical advantage in infantry combat, and they had already fought against two Many hours.
Seeing that more than a dozen brothers were besieged and killed by Xiliang knights, and the remaining people were gradually exhausted, Fang Yizhi stepped forward, grabbed a spear, and stood in front of everyone. The head of the spear trembled like a snake, picking and stabbing. , slash, and sweep, blood suddenly splattered everywhere, and the row of Xiliang knights rushing in front screamed and fell to the ground.
A spear appeared in his hand, and he danced like a tiger, but in just one encounter, the charging Xiliang cavalry killed and injured more than ten people.
On the narrow road, although the number of Xiliang cavalry was large, they were crowded together, and the spear formation, sword and shield formation could not be used. Fang Yi was defeated by one against a hundred, and the Xiliang knights kept screaming and falling to the ground. , It’s really true that one man can’t stop ten thousand people.
Looking at the getting darker sky, feeling the heat and pain in the meridians of his arms, Fang Yizhi secretly calculated in his heart, and began to cover the crowd and slowly retreat. Seeing that the road ahead was getting wider and wider, the Xiliang cavalry swarmed up.
"Everyone, retreat quickly! Gather a thousand brothers who are ambushing us and fight them!"
Fang Yizhi shouted loudly, then pursed his lips and let out a long roar. He took out a few "thunderbolts" from his arms and threw them at the crowd of Xiliang cavalry.
The Xiliang cavalrymen had seen the power of "Thunderbolts", and they were so frightened that they all changed their colors and retreated one after another. They only heard a few dull "bang bang" explosions, and the Xiliang people wailed, and the team suddenly became a mess...
Lieutenant General Hanisha finally stopped the commotion. In the dim twilight and dense forest, where were the shadows of Da Chen's soldiers?
"Be careful of deceit! Form a square formation and prepare the archers. If there is an ambush by Chen Jun, just shoot him!"
Hanisa gave orders.
"General, it's getting dark, should we light a torch?" A knight approached to please.
"You are stupid. If you light a torch, the enemy is hidden and we are clear, wouldn't you become a living target?"
Hanisha glared angrily at the knight who was pretending to be smart.
The narrow road began to become wider, and the Xiliang knights gathered together to form a square formation. Their spears pointed at each other like a forest, their armor clashed with each other and their steps were sonorous, and they rushed forward.
The sky was getting darker and darker. Hanisha and his Xiliang cavalry had just turned around the intersection when they saw countless shadowy figures coming towards them.
"There is indeed an ambush! Kill!"
Before Hanisha finished speaking, the archers who had been prepared raised their hands and shot. Suddenly, strings sounded and arrows poured out like rain.
In the darkness, there were countless screams, and the other party showed no sign of weakness, and arrows kept coming.
The ambush of the Chen Army was indeed strong. Hanisha gritted his teeth and drew out his saber, commanding the team to rush over.
The two teams met each other and fought together. In the darkness, there were the sounds of weapons clashing, sharp knives piercing flesh, metal hitting armor, curses, shouts of death... countless sounds merged together, deafening, and the air was filled with the smell of blood.
"Commander Fang, this move is really powerful. It makes them fight each other, haha!"
Not far away, a group of black figures appeared in the rugged mountain col. Dozens of Dachen soldiers jumped out from the hidden bushes. A sergeant leaned forward, nervously and excitedly looking at the people fighting desperately below, and whispered. smiled.
"Hurry up and retreat, and try to hold the last line of defense before dawn!"
Fang Yizhi had a stern expression and pulled up the scarf around his neck to cover his mouth and nose, leaving only his sharp eyes exposed.
He looked around and jumped down the col as quickly as a spiritual ape. The others also put on their headscarves and followed Fang Yi. The group of people disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"Wuchi, you fucking cut me!"
"Ah...Du Mu'an, why is it you?"
"Damn it! Grant, you killed my brother!"
"Uganda from Ruibao Camp, I am Dotru, ah... damn, you are still cutting!"
"Stop, it's one of our own...ah...fuck! Who fired the cold arrow?"
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As the sound of weapons clashing gradually became sparse, more and more doubtful voices sounded. Finally, the Xiliang cavalry who had been fighting for a long time discovered that the opponent they had fought for a long time was actually the Xiliang team that had just walked into another fork in the road. .
It lasted for a long time, but our own people beat our own people, and both sides suffered heavy casualties.
The frightened cavalrymen lit torches one after another. Under the blazing light, the face of the leading deputy general Hanisha was extremely ugly, and his red eyes seemed to be spitting out fire.
Tito'er's expression wasn't much better. He wanted to take out his knife and chop the pig-headed deputy general in front of him to death.
Hanisha explained the reason aggrievedly, and Ti Tuoer understood that both sides had fallen into the trap of Da Chen's ambush. He was so angry that he couldn't help but cursed, rectified the remaining defeated soldiers, and the two teams joined forces and continued to pursue...
The front was covered with dense thorns and rugged rocks, and a misty white mist rose from the jungle, drifting everywhere like light smoke. Titoer became more and more frightened as he led the army.
The army lit countless torches, illuminating the road and making every detail visible around them. But as the fog became heavier and heavier, many torches were extinguished one after another, and the remaining ones could only emit faint light, seemingly swallowed by the endless darkness.
Thousands of cavalry. Walking in the dark night filled with white mist, it feels like walking towards the underworld. The faint light from the torch seems to be a wandering will-o'-wisp.
"ah……"
At this moment, a shrill scream pierced the night sky, and there was a commotion in the team. Tito'er's heart tightened, and he looked around and found several colorful flower snakes snaking out from the bushes. A knight was severely beaten. After one bite, he fell to the ground holding his injured calf and howled miserably. The wound was black and blue, and obviously contained poison. While everyone was panicking, several more knights were bitten.
More than a dozen brave knights swarmed forward, drew out their swords and guns, and chopped several venomous snakes into pieces. After doing all this, one of the knights just wiped the steel knife clean on the sole of his shoe when he suddenly said "Ouch" and covered his neck in pain. Falling to the ground...
Under the light of a weak torch, Titoer was surprised to find white silk threads hanging from the old knotted branches, and spotted spiders nearly the size of a fist, landing on the knight's head and body with claws and claws...
This kind of spider is extremely poisonous. As long as it bites the body, the bitten knight will roll around in pain. Soon he will foam at the mouth and convulse all over. It seems that he will not survive.
"Quickly retreat!"
Just as Titoer screamed at the top of his lungs, strange sounds came from the dark night. A strong wind passed above everyone's heads. The rustling of wings and hissing sounds resounded throughout the countryside.
