Warrior in Turbulent Han Dynasty

The roaring horses made the ground tremble, and the dust on the ground was rolling, flying, sand and rocks, as if a storm was sweeping the world, but at this time, the eyes above the head were dazzling!

The Northern Han army on the central front is dominated by infantry, and Zhao Hu's Shenhuo is facing the vast ocean of people and guns. They are horse-riding infantry, dismounting and gathering in formation at a distance of more than a hundred paces... There are also many mounted infantry in the Third Army of the Huben Army who barely serve as cavalry, but the mounts of the mounted infantry are not suitable for charge combat.

Zhao Hu was on the battlefield for the first time. He was a young man who was looted by the Liao army in Yizhou and destroyed his home and everything. In the small area of ​​Zhaojiashu, there are very few Erlang who are tall, square and strong like him, but in the Forbidden Army, many people are as strong as him; these people do not farm, according to Shangfeng's usual words... the enemy does not let us farm properly!

He was a farmer, but now he was wearing iron plate armor inlaid with leather armor, and he was holding a weapon in his hand.

"The Khitan people are their father!" the general shouted, "These people are lackeys and traitors!"

When Zhao Hu heard this, a fire was burning in his heart.

Originally he was very scared, even if hatred was buried in his heart, he would still feel fear. This is the instinct of a dutiful person, just like those folks in the Zhao family tree, whose relatives were killed and humiliated, but they would still run away in fear when they heard that the enemy soldiers came... But Zhao Hu found that his brothers in the same robe around him were all armored and sharpened.

He tried his best not to pay attention to the enemy soldiers in front of him and the crazy scenes on the battlefield. After he lined up, he followed the command of the general and began to check the cupping cans. The ammunition for the first round had already been loaded in advance.

Only then did Zhao Hu realize that the hands of a man standing next to him were shaking! It seemed that there were people more afraid of him than himself. Zhao Hu had just been recruited not long ago. He was a working soldier at first, but it happened that Shenhuo was short of manpower, and he was young and strong, so he quickly became a soldier.

"Forward!" Dutou yelled as loudly as possible, the surrounding voices were very noisy, and it was hard to hear without making a loud noise.

Zhao Hu remembered the bloodstains in the haystack and the torn women's clothes that he saw in his memory. The shame and anger in his heart made him no longer afraid. At this time, the cowhide snare drums on the side of the queue also sounded slowly "dong dong dong".

"Ding ding ding..." Zhao Hu heard the sound of metal crashing around him. It was the sound of arrows thrown from the air hitting the helmet and shoulder plate armor. Occasionally, one or two people were just shot in the leather armor and screamed in pain.

"Stop!" The general roared, and the drums stopped, reminding everyone to stop. The distance between the two armies was only a few dozen steps, and the infantry on the opposite side began to turmoil and approached, Zhao Hu and others stopped. Unfortunately, he was in the first row, but Shenhuo only had three rows, and there were other people behind.

The shouts and killing sounds from dozens of steps away have been clearly heard! The soldiers of the Northern Han Dynasty in strong and sharp clothes rushed towards this side slowly, with dozens of steps, whether they were far or close, those enemy soldiers were still walking in formation, and they had not yet rushed to kill.

Under the general's order, Zhao Hu raised the bronze blunderbuss to chest height, and stabilized the wooden handle at the tail with his elbows. The soldiers around were very nervous, staring at the front with rounded eyes. The enemy army is coming over, it may be nearly forty or fifty paces away! They can already see the weapons they are holding. They are no longer holding long spears against cavalry (too long to walk with, and attacking infantry with long poles is not easy to use), but melee weapons such as cherry guns and sword shields.

"Don't worry, wait for them to approach! Wait for my order!" The general shouted.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the words fell, a "bang" was heard suddenly, and a puff of white smoke rose! Zhao Hu also hastily brought the cupping pot closer to the fuse, and all the firecrackers around "cracked" rang out, and the smell of gunpowder immediately poured into his nostrils. Zhao Hu's mind went blank.

At this moment, everyone started to curse loudly: "Damn it! Don't worry, are you deaf?"

It was only then that Zhao Hu remembered his usual training... Really, he usually practiced very well, but he always made mistakes on the battlefield, and he was really nervous.

The gunpowder smoke was instantly blown away by the wind, "Kill, kill, kill! Kill..." The man on the opposite side rushed over with a weapon in hand. Just now, a round of gunshots rang out, the distance was too far, and the enemy soldiers were wearing armor, as if no one was killed!

"Change team!" The general's voice yelled. Because the enemy soldiers are already running!

Zhao Hu hurriedly walked back, changed to the last row, and hurriedly reloaded. At this moment, he is in a hurry, his mind is like a mess, he has messed up two consecutive steps, and his loading is slower than usual training! The person next to him was no different. While he was loading in a hurry, he kept looking up at the enemy soldiers rushing over. Those enemy soldiers roared like crazy and came to kill them!

At this moment, "Bang bang bang..." There was a burst of firecrackers sounding again, and sporadic screams from the chaotic soldiers on the opposite side fell down. But there are more than 30 people in the row of Shenhuo, and if they shoot at such a short distance, there may be less than ten enemy soldiers killed or injured! The volleys of intensive infantry did not hit all of them. Some had firing problems and failed to fire, and some had problems with height. They either flew up into the sky or hit the ground... The height of the gun barrel was at the elbow, and it was difficult to completely level the angle.

A round of volley shots failed to defeat the enemy soldiers, and a large group of enemy soldiers had rushed closer to more than ten steps. Shenhuo gave up his head for the third volley. He drew out his saber in a "swish", pointed forward, and shouted: "Fight for the emperor!"

The cyan embroidered tiger weapon under the Huben army immediately fell forward and lay flat, and the leather drum also beat desperately with a rapid rhythm. "Kill! Kill..." The soldiers picked up their maces and charged forward.

Zhao Hu was in the last row, and he also rushed up with a mace. After a while, the infantry came into close combat. The infantry rushed not as fast as the cavalry, but they also had the speed of sprinting at the moment they met. A soldier of the Northern Han Dynasty directly in front of him stabbed a soldier of the Zhou Dynasty with his cherry spear, and at the speed of running, he pierced the breastplate with force, and Zhao Hu heard a scream. "Kang! Ding Dang..." All kinds of heavy blows and human voices were mixed together, and the fishy smell soon spread in the dust.

"Ah!" Zhao Hu took aim at a Northern Han saber and shield hand, and charged forward with both hands waving maces. Apparently, the opponent was an old soldier who had experienced many battles. He raised his shield and blocked the blow of the mace with a "bang", and his movements were very skillful. The soldier of the Northern Han Dynasty immediately swung his knife and slashed at him! "Dang!" Zhao Hu felt a sharp pain in his shoulder, but he was not chopped.

Zhao Hu was full of hatred, and the blood on the battlefield aroused his emotions even more. With red eyes, he swung his mace wildly, and people rushed towards him. "Kuuuuuuuuu!" There was another burst of gold stars on the head, and another knife was cut on the helmet, but the helmet was still not cut through, but under the violent blow, Zhao Hu felt dizzy and dizzy.

With a brute force, he had already held down the man, and threw him to the ground. Zhao Hu was so strong that he couldn't get up if he held the man down; The soldier was still holding a knife in his hand, and he was slashing at Zhao Hu's back, but he was cutting at the back of his breastplate; this posture was useless, like scratching an itch.

"Long live my emperor!" A high-pitched shout came from behind, and another group of Zhou army infantry rushed up.

But Zhao Hu didn't care about it, he was only focused on dealing with the enemy soldiers wrestling with him, and he didn't even pay attention to the clanging fights around him... His father who was killed by the Khitan people once taught him: In a fight, no matter how many people there are, just focus on one and fight to the death!

Zhao Hu stretched out a hand as strong as iron tongs to hold down the servant's right hand, the right hand holding the knife, so that he would not cut himself again. The fellow stretched out his left hand again, and grabbed Zhao Hu's face violently, aiming at his eyes! Fortunately, Zhao Hu reacted quickly, instinctively closed his eyes, and raised his head; his face was still scratched, and it hurt hotly. Then that guy grabbed the corner of Zhao Hu's mouth with his hand, and immediately tore it hard!

Zhao Hu was in pain as if he was about to be torn apart, he clenched his teeth, tensed his cheeks, and hastily pinched the soldier's hand with his right hand. At this time, he took advantage of the other party's hand to loosen a little, opened his mouth and bit a finger.

"Ah..." The soldiers below screamed like they were killing pigs. Zhao Hu was desperately trying to bite off the opponent's finger, and his mouth was full of blood. Bitten fingers seem to be more painful!

Finally letting go, Zhao Hu pressed his hand. And put his right hand on the broken earthen jar and the burning charcoal! The screams sounded again.

The fellow was also in a hurry, with red eyes and mouth wide open to bite Zhao Hu, but Zhao Hu turned his head up so that he couldn't bite. After tossing for a while, he pressed the opponent's two injured hands with one hand, freed his left hand, and punched the soldier in the face! As for the mace, I don't know where it was thrown.

"Kuuuuuuuuuuuuu!" The other party's head tilted, and Zhao Hu hit the helmet, causing a burning pain in his knuckles. The fist with his left hand was not very smooth, he cursed "fuck|you|mother" with red eyes! Fearful and angry, Zhao Hu reached out and poked the other person's eyes, and picked them with his fingers! A cruel scene suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and blood splashed all over his face. "Ah! Ah..." The soldiers below screamed loudly.

Zhao Hu's face was very close to him, and he could see clearly, even the hairs in the other's nostrils, he was also like crazy now, tears were streaming out, roaring and crying.

At this moment, suddenly a Zhou soldier rushed in front of him, picked up a knife and stabbed the Northern Han soldier on the ground in the face, blood covered Zhao Hu's head and face. Then the other party finally stopped moving.

At this moment, Zhao Hu only felt that his limbs had been emptied, and with blood and tears all over his face, he stood up blankly. He looked back to the left and right with empty eyes, and more soldiers of the Zhou army rushed over like crazy. There are scuffles everywhere, swords and iron guns are waving in the crowd, and the sky and the earth are boiling fiercely like a pot of boiling water!

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