Eighteen people with silver armor and silver faces, only their eyes exposed, silver spears and scimitars, good at riding and shooting...
The Eighteen Riders moved like the wind, swept across like a strong wind, plundered all life like a whirlwind, and finally left like a strong wind.
Looking at the incomplete corpses left on the ground, looking at the blood-stained road paved with blood... Yan Fei looked at the direction they left, and the shock in his eyes could no longer be described.
"They...they went towards the bell tower."
Gao Yan let out a trembling cry, and Yan Fei turned to look at him.
Gao Yan's trembling hands wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and explained: "The five major Hu gangs have now formed an alliance. These beasts are going to welcome the vanguard army of Fu Jian's brother Fu Rong, so they will never let half of them go." A Han. At this time, they are gathering people in Bell Tower Square, and they are preparing to chase and kill the evacuating Han gang and Han people."
Yan Fei turned around and looked in that direction, suddenly flew up, landed on the horse, and chased after him.
Gao Yan was stunned, but did not dare to follow him anymore. He only said loudly: "Tell the 'Yan Yun Eighteen Cavalry' that Fu Jian's men, the 'hero' Juqu Mengxun of the Xiongnu tribe, secretly sneaked in last night. He united the gangs.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Gao Yan ignored Yan Fei who left, immediately found a fast horse and fled towards Dongmen Street.
After Yan Fei listened to his words from a distance, he already knew the names of the eighteen people.
He murmured: "'Yanyun Eighteen Cavalry'? Is this their name?"
He turned from the branch road into the main road, and then came to the East Street. At this time, many Han people were still fleeing towards the East Gate, and the Eighteenth Cavalry had stopped at the street entrance, standing in front of the Bell Tower Square.
Yan Fei looked at them and knew that he was right. These people wanted to protect the Han people from leaving the gathering. The reason why he hadn't left yet was because he couldn't bear the Han people being massacred by the Hu warriors, so he stayed here till now.
As he was approaching, five or six eyes fell on him.
Yan Fei couldn't see their faces clearly, but was frightened by the coldness and blood on their bodies. He immediately pulled the reins and stopped the approaching figures.
In the Bell Tower Square, the Wuhu had gathered thousands of troops. Yan Fei said, "Fu Jian's fierce generals, 'The Great Marshal' Juqu Mengxun, are gathered together. He entered the city last night."
Some people nodded, but no one responded to his words.
In the square in the distance, the five barbarians and horses have gathered together. Thousands of people have formed a dense forest of people. Some of them are riding horses, some are nocking arrows, and some are raising knives and guns. They face the East Street with murderous intent.
Someone shouted: "To welcome the King of Qin, you must not pass a single Han person, and kill all the Han people!"
"The Qin Dynasty will win! Kill all the Han people!"
"The Qin Dynasty will win! Kill all the Han people!"
There were shouts and shouts, the sound was deafening...
However, the eighteen of them seemed like nothing in the distance to the thousands of men and horses. They only looked at them with cold eyes, and there was a coldness that penetrated into the bone marrow all over their bodies.
Among the eighteen riders, someone suddenly said: "Kill!"
The other seventeen people shouted in unison: "Kill!"
After finishing speaking, the words fell, the horses moved, people came out, and the eighteen horsemen rushed forward like a strong wind.
Even though Yan Fei had expected it, when he saw their group of eighteen cavalry charging towards thousands of barbarian warriors, he was still stunned at the moment, showing a look of horror.
As they approached, arrows rained down from the sky like locusts...
The horse has not stopped, and the man has not stopped.
Yan Fei saw only eighteen people moving in unison, moving together...
The spear, the pole, and the vibrating blade.
The gun turned into a flower. There were flowers on the gun. The tip of the gun was connected to the head, and the red tassel vibrated into bright flowers. It was the gun flower. It was a shocking and dreamlike gun flower!
They fired up their guns and danced with them. The gun heads made sharp sounds and screams. The gun bodies were vibrating, twisting, and twitching. The silver guns suddenly seemed like a living and uncontrollable thing, like a proud dragon.
The Eighteen Riders galloped away against the strong wind and rain of arrows, broken arrows shattering the wind.
The eighteen horses are one foot and two feet from head to tail, more than eight feet from hoof to back, and the wrists of the big hoofs are seven inches. They are strong and strong, and their whole body is like black satin, shining with oil, except for the four hoofs, which are as white as racing snow.
Only then did Yan Fei realize that when they sat down, they were "stepping on the snow and black hair". Arrows were flying in front of the horse, and random arrows were falling around the horse.
The horse does not frighten, but is as fast as a whirling heel; its hooves are not stopped, and it flies as fast as the wind.
In just an instant, the Eighteen Cavalrymen galloped into the Hu troops!
Then, next, the silver gun flashed a strange light, and the sword was drawn out to force out the crescent sword light. In an instant, blood splashed everywhere, and the blood mist filled the air. This scene was extremely sad, but also extremely beautiful!
The barrel of the gun is filled with strange energy, and it can deflect any swords and soldiers with great force. With a shock of the gun, a clearing will be cleared in an instant. The silver gun will be injured if it touches it, and it will be killed if it is swept away.
Even if someone could get close, they would be split in half and their heads chopped off by their ruthless scimitars.
Their right hand wields a spear, and their left hand wields a knife. One is long and the other is short, one is strong and the other is dangerous. The two completely different weapons in their hands seem to be integrated into one, making them invulnerable.
They were like the eighteen gods and demons in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, only advancing but not retreating. The Wuhu Gang only died without being injured. The eighteen cavalrymen rose and fell with their swords, killing them incisively and vividly.
However, the horse they were riding on was also a divine horse, and they were charging like a chariot. Yan Fei saw with his own eyes how the eighteen "Snow-Taking Black Horses" broke the road, crushed knives, and trampled people to death.
The army of several thousand people was instantly defeated. Those who survived were frightened by them and fled.
But Wu Zhui was like the wind, not to mention the two-legged people, even the barbarians on horseback were caught up by them one by one, picked up with spears, cut off one after another, and chopped down with swords.
There were screams and roars, hoofs pounding and horses neighing, the situation was chaotic, but the killing never stopped.
After seeing the horror of "Yan Yun's Eighteen Riders", Yan Fei always regarded life and death as an easy matter, and he couldn't help but feel stunned in his heart, feel cold all over, and tremble in his mind and body.
From South Street and North Street, two more groups of people came...
The leader from the south rode forward. The man on the horse had a pockmarked face and a shawl, but he was a Huns villain with broad shoulders and a thick back. This man held a sharp ax weighing at least fifty kilograms in each hand. When he saw everyone running away, he immediately shouted loudly.
"No one is allowed to run away. Kill them."
The person leading the attack in the north was a man with a bald head, an unusually pale face, a tall body and a thin body, holding a spear.
But seeing the two of them, Yan Fei immediately recognized their identities.
The person with the two axes is the "hero" Juqu Mengxun mentioned by Gao Yan; the other person is famous in the northwest for his "Ten Thousand Refined Golden Spear" and is known as the most outstanding Xianbei people except Murong Chui and Qifu Guoren. The Xianbei master, bald Wugu.
The Eighteen Cavalry were divided into two teams, with nine people in each team, and they moved forward quickly, not paying attention to the two fierce generals under Fu Jian.
Juqu Mengxun arrived first with his troops, and his two axes were ready to go. He spotted one person and forced out the two axes.
Hua Wushuang is the third sister of the "Eighteen Cavalry". It was she who faced these axes. When they were pressed against her with overwhelming strength, she had already fought back.
The powerful nine breaths of Qi are condensed, and the spines protrude.
The flying spear is very long, two feet long, and it stabs quickly...
