10. Bloody Battle on the Hill II

September 16, sunny to cloudy, southeast wind.

There is a small hillside to the east of Lushi County. Under the hillside is a piece of farmland. The wind blows yellow-green waves, and a village is bathed in the warm sunshine.

Half an hour ago, this beautiful farmland like a paradise was still in a dream. It quietly enjoyed the afternoon sun and the coolness of the river. Even the birds squatted on the branches and took a nap before closing their eyes.

The earth trembled, and then something roared over the top of its head and penetrated into the forest.

With a loud bang, a mass of white smoke rose, and a big hole exploded out of the ground. In an hour, the soil splashed, and the remnants and leaves rotated in all directions.

Birds frightened, beasts and mice rushed, and the earth began to tremble again. Thousands of horses suddenly rushed out of the forest west of the Song army camp. At first glance, it was a piece of black, like a black tide, rushing. Many people rode their war horses and waved knives and guns. Looking at the murderous posture, they knew that they were coming to work hard. It's not a joke at all.

"array, quickly..." The three commanders outside the west gate of the Song army camp shouted desperately and let their brothers form a battle. The musketeer was on both wings, the long gunner was in the middle, and the knife and axe hand followed closely.

"Fire, fire quickly"

As soon as the musketeer was in place, he hurriedly raised his gun and shot. The sound of gunfire came one after another, as dense as fried beans.

"Ah..." There was a scream.

More than a dozen horse-riding thieves who rushed to the front were shot and fell on the horse one after another, and more pawns were knocked to the ground by the flying projectiles. However, the impact speed of the horse thieves still did not decrease. The first thousand light riders, everyone fell on the horse's back and ran wildly, like a blade thrusting straight in and rushed into the land of an arrow.

"Fuck me, fire the gun and don't let the thief get close." The three commanders in the Song army shouted in horror.

At the same time, the commanders, sentries, centurion and other officers at all levels in the array also shouted crazily.

"Quickly fight back, steady the position, steady, long gunman..."

The words just fell, and the horse thief rode lightly. The snowy steel knife shone with a dazzling luster in the sun, and the cold faces were reflection.

"Kill, life and death depends on today"

"Kill, don't leave one"

"Kill them, kill them!"

The earthquake trembled, and the horse thief's momentum was like a rainbow. He rushed into the Song army regardless of life and death. Even if he was pierced through the chest by a long gun, shot through his skull by a gun, or cut into meat and mud by a random knife, the horse was still moving forward.

The waves hit the reef, and the waves scattered into thousands of flowers, but the reef was not unbreakable. On the ancient battlefield, the cavalry were the nightmare of the infantry. When the thousand horses instantly crashed into the Song army and fought with the Song army, the musketeers could not aim and shoot at all. If they attacked, they would accidentally hurt their own people. .

What's more, once the enemy approaches, the musketeers have no time to consider whether to load and shoot. Instead, they directly greeted the gun and hit the other party's head with the buttstock. If they can't reach it, they will shoot the other party's horse or smash the horse's leg.

Suddenly, the Song army shouted for killing, and the people shouted hiss and the dust flew. Half of the thousand horse thieves died on the way, but their death bought enough time for the pawn.

"It has rushed into the land of one arrow. Hurry up!" The marble monk held two ring knives and walked vigorously, running to the front like a star. He was followed by his brother, who had as many as 3,000 people, and was surrounded by the left and right wings.

Several other horse thieves were not willing to show weakness. Miao Renbu Ji put two guns in his back and ran like a civet cat. He had approached the left wing of the Song army from the west bank. His thousand horses were shirtless and followed him, and the musket in his hand kept shooting.

Besides, Ren Qian and others also rushed into the right wing of the Song army and fought a life-and-death battle with the musketeers there.

Outside the west gate, there are more than 2,000 horses in the Song army, and more than 6,000 horse thieves. If they kill together for a long time, who will benefit? Bystanders will know at a glance.

However, those Song soldiers in the bureau don't know that because life and death are on the front line. They have lost their eyes and have no time to think about the strength of the enemy. Only the continuous wave of the blade in their hands to harvest the life of the other party is the most important.

"Kill"

The marble monk jumped up and cut a Song army commander in half. Then he turned around and was forced to the end of the road by a few long guns. He fell to the ground and saw that his life was worrying.

Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, the brothers behind him rushed over and pushed the dozen Song soldiers to the ground and wrestled together.

"Good job..."

The marble monk jumped up and continued to rush forward...

The sound of artillery on the Luoshui River has never stopped. Guo Maoshan leaned against his big sailboat to deal with a team of musketeers of the Song army on the water, constantly harassing them and not letting these people withdraw to support Ximen. There was a lot of bullets on the water, and people kept being shot and falling down, whether it was Guo Mishan's crew or It's the Song army on the bank of the river.

Before the incense, Zhang Hong, the commander of the army, woke up seriously injured. Under the escort of more than a dozen confidants, he planned to lead the army into the city to escape. Unexpectedly, he came to Lu's County within 30 steps, and was hit head-on. For a moment, the wall was like rain, the drums resounded all over the world, and all the three hundred Song troops running in the front were killed.

The army was frustrated and had to turn to the east to flee, completely ignoring the life and death of the Song army outside the west gate.

They thought it would be safe to pass through the village on the other side of the hillside, but they were wrong. Zhang Hai's team ambushed on the hillside was also the whole family of Guo Mio Mountain. The number of people was about 8,000, and the number of musketeers was as high as 1,000.

In the grass, Zhang Hai sneered and looked at the approaching enemy. Suddenly, he jumped up and first raised the musket in his hand and shot a projectile.

A loud gunshot came from the sky, and the tranquility was broken.

In the smoke of gunpowder, he wore a deadly warhead and turned around and rushed to a centurion of the Song army. The ordinary man was trotting on the grass. Suddenly, he felt that his chest was hit hard by something. It was so painful. He suddenly covered his chest, knelt down in a loss, and then fell into the grass beside him.

The Song soldiers around him saw their companions suddenly die like this. They couldn't help but be stunned. They quickly stopped and looked around in panic.

A moment later, they found a man on the hillside full of weeds fifty steps away. The man shouted and laughed at them with a big gun in his hand. They heard it.

"You shit-eating pigs, taste my strength, and you will break your eyes with the next shot."

"Bah, damn it, the brothers rushed to kill him, avenged and killed him for the eldest brother!"

A Song soldier who hit the head roared and rushed over. Then, more Song soldiers also rushed over with knives and guns, and their angry expressions were reflected in Zhang Hai's eyes.

One, two, three...