Eight Hills in the Eastern Jin Dynasty

It was too late, but it was fast, Yu Qiu Jin roared again and again, the lance in his hand was like a dragon going out to sea, swaying quickly, the distance of ten steps was enough for the lance tips on both sides to meet, and with just a flick, Yu swayed. Qiu Jin's lance shook twice, and opened two riding lances.

The two armored cavalry only felt an overwhelming force attacking, and the two lances somehow came together. Originally, they stabbed the tip of the other general's lance, but they were fighting each other. , Under this swaying force, the heads of the lances were actually entangled, which made the two people holding the lances suddenly lost their balance, as if they were caught by an invisible big hand and flew from the horse's back. Just in the air, they slammed into each other fiercely, and both fell into the dust.

And the third armored cavalry roared fiercely: "Go to hell! Deli Mohazur's life!"

While roaring, Deli Moha simply stopped using one hand to clamp the lance. The whole person stood up, standing high on the saddle, holding the lance with both hands at the same time. The knight in the helmet is the captain of this cavalry team. His martial arts experience is much stronger than that of the two sergeants just now. The deadliest one.

With a "woo", a black, soft thing flew from the side, just wrapped around the lance, Deli Moha's face changed, his eyes swept away, but only five steps away On the position of the royal hand, behind the baffle, there was a sly smile in the eyes of the royal hand, and in his hand, he firmly grasped a long whip, but it was not the one wrapped around his lance. root?

However, Deli Moha's mind is still spinning, but the movements of his hands are already affected. In the state of high-speed running, a little disturbance is enough to break the balance of his piercing, and this whip Pulling, although it won't make Deli Moha fall directly from the horse like the two companions, but it is enough to make his precise thrust deflect by as much as three inches, which originally pointed directly at Yuqiu's chest. This lance immediately left his side.

Hearing only a "poof", Deli Moha felt a great force penetrated from his chest. It was a lance that had penetrated his body, and he could even see blood. The brokenness of the spring and internal organs was escaping along the lance, and he was already beginning to lose sight of the end of the lance. It was from Yu Qiujin, but the big hand had already broken away from the lance. Bu Leng, because, at the moment of the stab, Yu Qiu Jin let go, to avoid this huge momentum and knock himself down.

Yu Qiujin had a sneer on his face, and he didn't even look at Deli Moha. His hand grabbed Deli Moha and stabbed him, but the three-inch riding lance was tilted out, just under the lance's head. About half a foot away, a low roar: "Bring it to you!"

Deli Moha only felt two opposing forces rubbing against his body. The lance in his chest was penetrating through his body and pierced inward, while the lance in his hand was quickly pulled out and pulled outward. His man twisted into a twist on the stirrup, turned sideways in the air, and then fell to the ground.

At the moment of his death, Deli Moha could see his body, and the falling lance was stuck to the ground, and a roaring chariot passed by his side, and his thighs , but it slashed a rapidly turning blade, and directly separated from his own body. This knife was so fast that he didn't even feel the pain, just blackened his eyes, and he was out of breath.

The chariot and the war horse passed by, and Deli Moha's lance was copied by Yu Qiujin. Wang Wumao had just finished a swipe, and he also hit an armored cavalry who was riding and thrusting directly. He flew out from the horse, and a knight beside him who had escaped the blow wanted to come back to the spur, but the horse's leg was scratched by the sharp axle blade, and he didn't understand what was going on. He fell forward with a mad hiss, fell straight forward, and immediately disappeared into the billowing smoke.

On the other side of the chariot, Yuqiu Yuanzhi and Yu Qiuqi kept firing their bows and arrows. At a distance of more than ten steps, the enemy cavalry who wanted to charge close to the chariot all fell in response. In just a few encounters, the speeding chariot knocked down the armored cavalry that was trying to attack the eleven cavalry.

With a "Peng" sound, a chariot suddenly lost its balance and fell to the ground at a distance of more than ten steps on the right side. Instead, the seven soldiers in the car fell to the ground screaming. More than ten cavalry, all in armor, ran past them quickly. arrive.

Yu Qiujin's eyes widened, and he said sharply: "Be careful, the enemy is attacking our wheels, don't stop, and charge at the fastest speed!"

As he spoke, he waved the lance in his hand. This lance was taken from Deli Moha just now. It was soft to handle. In addition to the hardness of the wooden lance, it was also tough. The reason why he took the risk of taking the lance from the enemy with his bare hands just now, after all, the wooden lance often has to let go after only one stab piercing, and this riding lance can keep stabbing.

One rushed up from the side~www.wuxiaspot.com~ trying to hit the wheel with a long lance, and stabbed Yu Qiujin to the ground, screamed and fell off the horse, while the other two thought from the left. The guy who was going to attack, he gave Yuqiu Yuanzhiyan a quick hand and fired arrows again and again. Although they didn't hit, they forced the two horses to rein in their horses and dodge, and they could no longer come up and stab.

Yu Qiujin's chariot had already crossed the opponent's three cavalry lines. The chariots and cavalry on both sides had completed a hedging, and the royal hand in front began to slow down because they could see clearly. It is the dense follow-up cavalry of the enemy army, like a blue wave, it may kill at any time, and behind him, the corpses of nearly 200 cavalry are scattered on the battlefield, and more than 100 cavalry have lost their masters. The war horses that had not fallen to the ground and died were walking around slowly, licking the bodies of their dead masters, expecting them to stand up again.

On the surrounding plains, the remains of seven or eight chariots were scattered everywhere. Under the shock just now, these chariots on our side were also attacked by the enemy's wheels, or stabbed the halberds and chariots on the chariots. Master, there is a loss.

Yuqiu Jin twisted his neck and looked ahead. Three hundred paces away, Murong Ping gritted his teeth, wearing a sky blue armor, matched with his blood-red helmet tassel, burning like a raging fire on his head, while a pair of blood-stained armor. His eyes looked directly at Yu Qiujin himself.

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