New Story of Lv Bu

Lu Zheng took two thousand soldiers and galloped all the way north, the sound of horseshoes shook the sky, and it seemed that he was going back down the same way. At this moment, only a trumpet was heard suddenly, and there was a thunderbolt, shaking the earth. The east, west, and north sides shouted and killed, and three groups of soldiers and horses took advantage of the trend. To the east are ten thousand Dawan archers, to the west are three thousand Hindustan light infantry, and to the north are three thousand Greek infantry. Coupled with the five thousand Dawan cavalrymen who are chasing from south to north, Lu Zheng's two thousand cavalrymen have already been made dumplings!

On the hill to the north, Rahmon immediately under his banner, raised up to the sky and smiled: "Lv Zheng! You are in the trick! I see how you escape today! Come with me!" The voice fell. With a flick of the rein, he rode his horse like flying, and rushed down the hill with hundreds of soldiers. At this moment, there is no suspense in his heart about the victory or defeat of this battle, and it must be a big victory.

Hassan confessed last night that the number of this Han army was three or four thousand, and he did not know the exact number. Now there are more than two thousand people on the battlefield, and the other Han troops don't know where they are. But Lahe didn't care at all, as long as Lu Zheng was on the battlefield. The main general of this Han army was captured alive, and the other thousand Han army would naturally be able to capture them. Ambush two thousand Han troops with 20,000 Guishuang troops. If they let the Han troops run away, it would be a big joke. Rahmon might as well find a piece of tofu and kill him.

Surrounded by hundreds of soldiers, Lu Zheng ran wildly with his horses and his horseshoes reached up. Seeing that he ran northward for three or four miles, he suddenly gave an order: "Break through to the west! There are only thousands of light infantry in the west!" The communications officer carried out the order without compromise, and the whimper horn sounded. In an instant, the two thousand Han riders slightly changed their direction, drew a somewhat fancy small arc, and rushed diagonally to the northwest. As long as it defeated the thousands of light infantry in the west, this Han cavalry could escape.

I have to say that the timing that Lu Zheng chose was extremely delicate. The three thousand Greek infantrymen in the north were laying on the hills, and the ten thousand Dawan archers in the east were still far away. The five thousand great Wan archers from Turkmenistan to the south were chasing after their tails. As soon as the Han army changed direction, they had to change direction. Their horses did not have stirrups, which immediately caused chaos.

While Turkmenistan was yelling and reorganizing the formation, the two thousand Han troops were flying like horses, and they were only three to four hundred steps away from the three thousand Hindustani infantry. "Arrows!" The Hindustan officer who led the team shouted loudly. Thousands of arrows carried wind and thunder, like a black cloud, pouring down towards the two thousand riders. The Han army is too close, and if you don't release arrows, it will be too late.

The bows of the Hindustan infantry are relatively weak, with a range of only 300 steps. Most of the bows fell on the ground, and only a few fell in the cavalry formation. The casualties they caused were completely negligible. After the arrow rain stopped, the two thousand Han troops advanced more than a hundred steps, and the big beards and bare feet of the Hindustani were already in sight. After a while, the two armies are about to collide.

"Rush over!" Lu Zheng shouted loudly, and rushed to the forefront with hundreds of soldiers. The sun had just risen, and the morning glow had put a golden coat on the earth. Looking along the morning glow, a few miles behind the Hindustan infantry was a deep canyon. That gorge leads to Lake Issyk-Kul, as long as you go north along that gorge, you can escape to heaven.

At this moment, Lu Zheng's fine cavalry is only two hundred paces away from the Hindustani infantry. It is a sure thing to hit the stationary infantry with a high-speed cavalry. There was only a loud shout, followed by a screaming foreign language, and three thousand Hindustan infantrymen suddenly drew away from both sides. The two thousand heavy cavalry with men and horses in heavy armor appeared like ghosts from behind the three thousand Hindustani infantry. The armors on their bodies were full of alien flavor, and their eyes were full of sneers. Under the brilliance of the sun, the heavy armors on their bodies shone with golden light, and the horses under their hips had already mentioned the highest speed.

"Guishan's heavy cavalry!" The Han army suddenly exclaimed, using light cavalry and heavy cavalry to hedge at high speed, completely seeking a dead end! But there were tigers in front and packs of wolves behind, and the two armies were close at hand, and it was too late to change directions. "Use the Mo knife, rush out! Come with me!" Lu Zheng let out a violent shout, and clenched the mo knife in his hand with the ingredients in both hands!

The distance of two hundred steps came in an instant, and the two cavalrymen immediately collided together without any fancy! People shouted, the sword flashed, blood splattered, and a group of people turned on their backs! Most of Lu Zheng's two thousand soldiers were Qiang people, and they were veterans who had fought old battles. When the two armies were facing each other, they held their breath and held the Mo knife in their hands. When they collided with the opposing heavy cavalry, they screamed, and suddenly flew up from the horse, the sword in their hands flashed, and the enemy was slashed in mid-air! Then, they followed the knife and fell sharply, or landed on the enemy's horseback, or slashed again, and flew up.

In just a moment of effort, the two cavalry that were opposing at high speed fell in half. The Guishuang heavy cavalry, who was split in half by the man and the horse, fell to the ground, splashing yellow dust. The Han riders who were too late to jump up were knocked into the sky, spitting out a large amount of blood in the air, the sword in their hands clanged and fell, and their bodies were also trampled by the high-speed war horses. Limbs and minced meat. The wailing of war horses and the sound of Modao penetrating people's body intertwined with each other, resounding in one piece.

Lu Zheng waved the Mo knife in his hand, and cut an oncoming Guishuang heavy cavalry with a man and a horse into two halves. The body of the man and horse fell to both sides, and the back of the horse was still running forward. . Accompanied by the wailing of the war horse, two more spears pierced into the chest. Lu Zheng shook his somewhat sore arms, shouted, Mo Dao swept across from left to right, and smashed the two spears. Chop off. With a flip of his wrist, he cut off a horse's head with a knife. The Mo knife smoothed to the left, and a blood trough was drawn. A blood stain appeared between the neck of the Guishuang heavy cavalry on the left, and his sturdy body turned back. Yang, a big mouthful of blood came out of his mouth.

In my ears was a bunch of strange words from a foreign race, probably the officer of the Yue family was giving orders sharply. The remaining Guishuang heavy cavalry uttered a violent shout, and rushed forward without fear of death, their eyes gleaming with greed. "Get out of the way!" Lu Zheng chopped down three Guishuang heavy cavalry again. His arms were already tingling. This was a frequent release after a battle.

"Go to death!" Lu Zheng waved the knife again, and with a wave to the right, he chopped the oncoming Guishuang heavy cavalry into two pieces. The soreness in his arms intensified, and he had to use some skills to make up for the physical exhaustion. Finally, there was a horse Pingchuan in front of him, and it seemed that the heavy encirclement of Guishuang's heavy cavalry had been highlighted. Lu Zheng let out a sigh of relief. He loosened his legs and signaled the horse to slow down. Taking advantage of this emptiness, he looked back and saw that there were nearly two hundred soldiers still fighting hard in the encirclement, fighting hard.

The two hundred-odd Han riders all jumped up at the last moment, with the veteran oil of the Guishuang warhorse. The swords in their hands are sharp, the armors on their bodies are strong, and the horses in heavy armors under their hips, rushing from left to right in the middle of the encirclement, unstoppable. But the Dawan archers behind them were already close at hand, as long as the archers arrived, they would become corpses.

"Follow me! Save the brothers!" Lu Zheng rushed out with his legs clamped in his belly. The remaining seven or eight hundred Han riders didn't say much, shouted, and clenched the Mo Dao in his hand. The horse flew like a flying horse, and rushed out following his lord. This time the charge was rushed along the buttocks of the Guishuang heavy cavalry, which was naturally much easier than the direct confrontation just now.

All the thoughts of the Guishuang heavy cavalry were on those two hundred veterans' oils, and they were stabbed in the back unconsciously, and immediately suffered a big loss in haste! The Mo Dao in the Han rider danced wildly, launching a raid quickly and effectively. This time, the Mo Dao in their hands was very accurate, only cutting people and not killing horses. Obediently, those war horses are priceless Dawan horses. In the market shop of Luoyang City, the capital of the Great Han Dynasty, Dawan horses are highly sought-after goods, violent and violent, and the thief God will come to retribute!

Han Qi's sneak attack behind his back came too suddenly, which was beyond everyone's expectation. No one would have thought that the Han Qi who had already escaped would be able to fight back, even the veterans who were in the siege. "The lord is back!" "The lord is here to save us!" The veterans who were already bound to die immediately burst into cheers.

"Brothers, I, Lu Zheng, came to pick you up! Don't worry, I will never leave a brother!" The Mo Dao in Lu Zheng's hand chopped over two Hindustan infantrymen. He shook his head and splashed his face. The blood that came was thrown away, and he shouted with all his strength. "Thanks to the lord!" The remaining hundreds of veterans Yuzi immediately burst into tears, this is an escape from the dead! They immediately rejuvenated their spirits. The Mo Dao Wu in their hands was as good as a snow flake. People blocked killing, Buddha blocked and killed Buddha, all the way!

"General U Nahan, don't run away! Your grandfather Brute is here to fetch your dog's head!" Hearing a violent shout, six or seven hundred steps away from the east, a sturdy man waved the machete in his hand. Came hurriedly, grinning. Behind him were ten thousand menacing Dawan archers. General Brut took advantage of Turkmenistan's time to reorganize the formation and rushed to the front first.

A faint smile appeared at the corner of Lu Zheng's mouth, which was exactly the result he wanted. "Brothers! Withdraw!" Lu Zheng flicked the rein with his left hand. He picked up the Modao in his right hand, shouted, turned his horse's head, and went away. "Thinking about it, what's the matter? The flood is flooding!" A former green forest person came out in a silly sentence, and immediately aroused a burst of laughter.

The remaining Eight Hundred Hans rode in front, and 10,000 Dawan archers were behind, all aiming at the canyon to the west.