Eight Hills in the Eastern Jin Dynasty

When Hu Laoliu said this, he stretched out the long lance. The riding lance was hooked to the weapon he had been holding on the saddle, but it was not used in the battle just now. He saw Zhang Zhi's legs. The blood flowed continuously, and it was difficult for him to stand, so he handed out the long lance, wanting to help Zhang Zhi with his strength, and pick him up on the horse.

Zhang Zhi gritted his teeth, shook his head and said, "Thank you Brother Hu for your kindness, but you also know that I am the captain of this chariot battalion. The seventeen brothers were in charge. I brought them into the battlefield. The task we received was to eliminate the enemy cavalry in front of us with all our strength, drive them back into the city, and even kill them on the spot. Now, our task has not been completed! "

Hu Laoliu frowned slightly and sighed: "Good man, it really came from our Old Beifu, and they have the same temperament. In today's battle, we also lost more than half of our brothers in the frontal impact of our light cavalry team. , if your chariot team hadn't killed in time, I'm afraid we all have to explain here, it's your **** battle that gave us the opportunity to reorganize."

Having said that, he looked at Lin Guoen's corpse on the ground. At this moment, the arrow on his neck no longer oozes blood, and his lips also turned white due to the drying of the blood. Turning purple, tears welled up in Hu Lao Liu's eyes: "I saw this brother died heroically, but it's a pity that I came a step late and couldn't save his life."

Zhang Zhi's eyes also glistened with tears: "This is Brother Lin Guoen, the one over there was killed by the war horse, it was Yao Niu'er, they were all my good brothers, and they all died in battle to protect me. , I owe them two lives!"

Hu Laoliu gritted his teeth: "Starting from today's battle, the messengers around me have already changed to six, and they all follow me closely with flags, so they are the key targets of the enemy's attack. Do you know why I asked those three brothers to leave just now?"

Zhang Zhi looked at Hu Laoliu, who was carrying a flag on his back at this moment. Obviously, he had already ordered it himself, not to pass the messenger.

Zhang Zhi, who is also a front-line officer, felt the same way. He closed his eyes, and a line of heroic tears flowed down from the tiger's eyes: "You don't want to see your brothers by your side, dying for yourself, come to die one, those who love brothers and sisters are the same. A person who died like this in front of his eyes, but he was helpless, and it would be unbearable for anyone to change."

Hu Laoliu gritted his teeth: "Yes, you still understand me, I can die myself, but I can't see my brothers dying in front of me, and my heart, my heart can't stand it. Brother Fu, we don't have time to talk about this now. You are injured now, and you can't hold on any longer. If nothing else, the bleeding on your leg is not stopped in time, and you will lose blood and die. Don't hold on. Now, go back quickly."

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Having said that, he turned his head to look around and looked at the surrounding battle situation. There were still six or seven chariots left in front, which were turning around and retreating. More than ten chariots that had destroyed the nest were scattered all over the place. The sergeants, while holding lances on alert, searched for the wounded soldiers of their own side on the battlefield, carried the comrades who were still breathing into the car, and turned to the rear.

The more than one hundred light cavalry under Hu Laoliu were cruising around, covering the retreat of the chariot, in groups of three or five. The lance-clad knights, this kind of light cavalry combined with a small team, are enough to compete with two or three armored knights who are left alone, and the huge momentum of the chariot makes the armored knights fighting side by side fearful. The two work together. , to actually make the Murong Clan, who is running rampant in the world, all armoured and cavalry, also retreat. .

The armored cavalry of the Yan Army on the opposite side was still reorganizing. The two shocks combined damaged more than 100 armored cavalry, but the remaining knights were not defeated. Many people had a few feather arrows stuck in their bodies, stained with blood. The red and blue armor seemed to be coated with a layer of paint, but it still galloped back into the army. With the help of his companions, he began to draw arrows and wounded. A small period of peace.

But the crossbowmen in the rear, there are only less than twenty people left at this time, most of them have hand injuries, and almost everyone who can still stand is no longer holding a crossbow, but a temporary one. The horse lance picked up from the ground is the most important reason why they can survive today.

Hu Laoliu sighed: "Your brothers, most of them are broken, and there are only about twenty of them still alive. Brother Afu, even if you want to avenge your dead brothers, don't take them. fight for his life."

Zhang Zhi gritted his teeth, grabbed the horse lance on the ground, supported his body, and stood up slowly. He took out an iron whistle from his arms, put it in his mouth, and blew it hard. The long and short whistles~www.wuxiaspot.com~ were repeated three times, and they could be heard clearly at a distance of two or three hundred paces around. Many crossbowmen were pleasantly surprised to see Zhang Zhi's figure and shouted. "Fu Ge" rushed over from all around, and soon, they were all concentrated by Zhang Zhi's side.

Every time someone came over, Zhang Zhi would gently count a number when calling their names: "Wang Erniu, one; Lin Buha, two..."

When Zhang Zhi limped to the last one, and was supported by two comrades, he walked to the sergeant in front of him with difficulty, he looked at the three sheets covered in sweat, but his face was full of excitement: "Li Qiuping , Wang Tie, Shen Guobin, twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four!"

The faces of the three of them became sad, and the lame Li Qiuping in the middle said with a cry: "Brother Fu, we, of our more than 100 brothers, only 24 of us are left?"

Zhang Zhi bit his lip and nodded his head vigorously. At this moment, the wound on his leg had already torn off his shirt for the first few subordinates who arrived, and tied it tightly to stop the bleeding. Zhang swept across his face with inexplicable sadness and indignation: "Yes, one hundred and seventeen brothers got into the car and attacked together, and now there are only twenty-four left, that is to say, eighty-three brothers have left us forever. You say, who killed our brothers?"

Wang Tie was a black and thin little man, gritted his teeth, pointed to the armored cavalry of the Yan Army opposite, and said sharply, "It's them, it's these hu dogs who did it!"

The eyes of all the soldiers were almost on fire. They looked at the Yan army armored cavalry in unison, their fists clenched tightly, and all the weapons they held pointed directly at the enemy cavalry, and they uttered word by word in unison. Said: "Kill Hu, Kill Hu, Kill Hu!" Click to download the APP of this site, massive novels, free to read!