New Story of Lv Bu

Amidst the raging fire, Song Jian's soldiers got out of the large cowhide tents with their bare buttocks and fled in the big camp. A few have weapons in their hands, and most have their bare hands. They had burns more or less on their bodies, and they fell to the ground after running a few steps with serious injuries. They couldn't get up anymore. They just lay on the ground like that, moaning constantly.

He went straight to the direction of the stables with less injuries. At this moment, in their eyes, as long as they got on the horse, they would run as far as they would go, and leave this ghost place quickly. Countless big feet stepped heavily on the seriously wounded horns lying on the ground, and once hundreds of people passed, the seriously wounded horns died thoroughly. What was left was a pile of minced meat mixed with blood and brains.

Six hundred Han troops were riding on horses, holding bows and swords in their hands, and drove back and forth in Song Jian's camp. They used arrows and Mo knives to continuously disperse some horse bandits who had gathered together, driving them to run desperately. The Han army has few soldiers and many horse bandits, which can only create an atmosphere of terror, making them unable to stop and think before they can achieve the goal of winning with less.

The camp was full of fleeing horse bandits, and they were suddenly attacked. They were even more clumsy to tell who attacked them and how many attackers there were. What I saw in my eyes was a galloping war horse and a sharp sword, and what I heard in my ears was the howling of arrows and the sound of arrows shooting into people's bodies. Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, the arrows are like locusts, seemingly endless.

There was a fire in the camp, illuminating the sky, crowds everywhere, screams everywhere, and the horse bandits were shot to the ground continuously, wailing sternly. People were constantly crawling out of the big cowhide tent, and they were constantly shot to death by arrows from the Han army. The screaming of arrows in the camp and the running of the horse bandits became a piece. It is a vast expanse of whiteness.

The blazing fire illuminates the sky and illuminates the entire night. The large cowhide tent is crackling and burning. The kerosene hits the dried cowhide, just like dry wood meets a raging fire. Love and kill each other, endlessly lingering. . With a bang, hundreds of large cowhide tents collapsed, crushing the horse bandits who had no time to escape, and the sound of broken bones was endless.

Surrounded by dozens of soldiers, Lu Zheng held a Mo knife, watched and listened to all directions, shouted loudly, and directed his subordinates to fight. "Over there, northwest, over the stables! Drive away the broken soldiers!" "Southeast, beside the two big tents, there are more than two hundred people. Go and break them up!" "Over there again. It's about to form a group, come with me! Break them up!"

The horse bandits finally opened the gate of the stables, they rushed in like a tide to **** the horses, and the arrows of the Han army were pouring down from the sky like pouring rain. Suddenly, a group of people turned their backs on their horses around the stables, and the horses wailed, leaped heavily, and crashed to the ground, holding the horse rider tightly under the heavy Russian body.

Groups of people fell under the arrow, in a pool of blood, and more people rushed up without fear of death. Finally, they rushed into the stable. The corpses of people and horses were everywhere, blood was dripping everywhere, and horse bandits with red eyes were everywhere. Unexpectedly, they turned and fled, and everyone rushed to the stables like a tide. For horse bandits, war horses are their lives, as long as they have war horses, even if they lose everything, they can get back to what they were. The horses in the stables were frightened. They clung their noses hard, pedaled wildly with all four hooves, trying to get rid of the reins and escaped. Many horse bandits were trampled to death by the horses, which added to the chaos.

At first it was one person, then a dozen people, and then hundreds, thousands of people. The horse bandits clung to the horse's neck tightly, clamped the horse belly with their legs, and ran out of the stable. A small number of people died immediately under the arrows of the Han army, but more people rushed out, rode horses to the south, and disappeared into the thick darkness in an instant.

A quarter of an hour had just passed, but it seemed so long in the hearts of the Han army or in the eyes of the horse bandits. What this quarter of an hour brought to them was the raging fire, the sharp light of the sword and the arrows that roared from. Everyone is running, everyone is shouting, either to be killed or to kill others. There is no third way on the battlefield.

Song Jian’s camp was built according to the thousand-member team. The Han army had limited fire oil, and the cowhide tents near the city gate were almost immune. The fire became sparser as it went south, and only one-third of the one or two thousand-man team in the southernmost area burned. After a quarter of an hour, two thousand-man teams have successfully gathered three to five hundred cavalry, and they are swiftly lined up.

"Brothers! Come here! Check the weapons and the horses, come here quickly, whether your **** is wearing or not? Are you damned?" The officers at all levels shouted, cursed, and used The barefoot board kept kicking the subordinate's ass. Under the scolding of the officers, the horse bandits in the distance had calmed down. They searched for weapons and clothes on the ground and entered the queue.

"Brothers! Come with me! Fight with the Han army!" Two thousand households with hundreds of cavalry rushed towards the Han army with prancing horses and swords. "Qiantun! Come with me! Kill them all!" When Lu Zheng saw this posture, he knew that life and death had come. If he couldn't immediately defeat this cavalry, the horse bandits would gather more and more. At this moment, He must lead by example and lead by example.

"Follow me!" Where can the soldiers let their lord rush in front? The leader of the village yelled and rushed to the forefront with his sharp Modao. His subordinates yelled, with their legs clamped into the belly of the horse, and they confronted the cavalry of the horse bandit. After a while, the two cavalrymen collided together! All of a sudden, people shouted that the horses neighed and became a mess, and dozens of people fell off the horse in an instant.

The Han army was armed to the teeth, the men and horses were all dressed in heavy Kai, and coupled with the sharp swords in their hands, wouldn't the horse bandits with bare **** be caught with their hands? In an instant, the Han rider broke into the army of horse bandits. The tall and sturdy Xiliang horse smashed the oncoming horse bandits and turned their backs on their backs. The horse bandits' horses screamed and fell to the ground, and the horse bandits flew directly. Up in the air.

There are trapeze people everywhere in the sky, waving their arms in vain, trying to grasp the balance, so that they don't fall in the center of the battlefield. That would be ten deaths and no life. If you were not hacked to death by the Han army's Mo knife, you would be trampled to death by a huge horseshoe. Many more people just spit out a lot of blood in the sky, and then their heads tilted and fell heavily to the ground. Huge horseshoes kept stepping on their bodies, and in an instant, flesh and blood flew, brains splashed, and the whole corpse became a pair of dense white bones.

"Kill them all!" The leader of the village wielded a Mo knife and chopped down four or five horse bandits in a row before he could say this sentence. There was already a horse Pingchuan in front of him. The first wave of horse bandits had been killed. Not far away, the second wave of horse bandits had turned back and fled towards the south. Two hundred Han riders killed three or four hundred horse bandits in just one charge. The combat power was so strong that it was enough to make the horse bandits fear. "Disperse and disperse the horse bandits of dozens of people!" Lu Zheng shouted loudly while waving his sword. He had knocked down three horse bandits in a row just now, all of his face was splattered with blood, and he looked very hideous.

At this moment, the banner of Song Jian, the king of Han Dynasty, appeared not far from the south. Song Jian had a helmet and a braided armour, neatly draped, carrying a horse, and immediately under the banner. "Fuck me back to Lao Tzu! Didn't you see that there are only a few hundred people in the Han army? They are all **** close to Lao Tzu! Kill them all, and we will be able to enter Procyon City! Don’t forget that there are five thousand camel cargoes. !"

Upon hearing this, the speed at which the horse bandits escaped gradually slowed down. They looked back at the Han army, and then at the King of Han at He Shou Ping. They all hesitated. Five thousand camel cargo is a huge wealth, they can't give up, but they are afraid of being beaten by the Han army, and they can't help but hesitate. "Fucking! Life is for money and women, isn't it? I fight it!" A big man wearing only a calf-nosed shorts cursed, and he ran towards the banner of King Han in Heshou. There was blood all over his face.

The power of an example is infinite. With the first one, there is the second, and the third?????? In a moment, seven or eight hundred people gathered under the banner of Song Jian. In the constant increase. "The whole team! The whole team immediately! Fight with the Han barbarians! I took the five thousand camel cargo and divided them according to the old rules!" He Shouping Han Wang Song Jian shouted loudly. "King Xie Ping Han!" The horse bandits suddenly roared. This huge fortune finally succeeded in inspiring the fighting spirit of the horse bandits.

At this time, the sky was already showing the whiteness of the fish belly, and among the red clouds in the sky, a red sun was gushing out from the east. The early morning of midsummer is warm, and a breeze blows by, bringing scents of flowers, and the grass and wildflowers everywhere are swaying in the breeze, contending for beauty. On a few big trees in the distance, the early birds chirping, enjoying this rare summer time.

Under the banner of Heshou Ping Han King Song Jian, nearly three thousand cavalry have gathered, their eyes are shining with fiery light, they are waving the weapons in their hands and shouting. The cargo of five thousand camels was like a hill, constantly flashing in front of them. As long as we kill all the hundreds of Han troops in front of us, Nanhe City will be ours! Those five thousand camel goods are also ours!

The final battle is finally about to begin! For money and women, we must win this battle!

The Han army on the opposite side was also forming the team. They slowly pulled down the mask on their helmets and gripped the Mo knife in their hands. "The lord is mighty!" "The Tianxiong army is mighty!" The six hundred Han riders roared, facing the three thousand horse bandits, they are full of fighting spirit. In this battle, the Tianxiong army will win! In this battle, He Shou will be able to defeat Han King Song Jian, lose his helmet and unarm, and will be defeated by a thousand miles!