Chapter 424 The collision of torrents and volcanoes!
At this time, the desolate horn of the Mongols blew again. Almost in an instant, thousands of snowy machetes were raised to the sky. The Mongols barked like wolves. The sad and blood-eating howls made Wu Ping's fingertips holding the gun handle slightly white.
Then, those slow-moving war horses, like arrows from the string, rushed out in an instant, like a gust of wind, wrapped in wind and snow, pounced on the beach with an indomitable momentum...
They are like the rising tsunami, standing proudly with the roar of the wind, and then smashing it down fiercely, as if the most indestructible reef between heaven and earth could not stop their light blow.
The running iron hooves trampled on the thin snow, crushing the snowflakes, crushing the dead grass, crushing the solid soil, and the trembling place seemed to tremble with fear of its momentum. The dense and violent hoof sound seems to cover up everything in the world, and even makes people feel that heaven and earth have changed color and heaven and earth are silent.
The handle of the unparalleled machete stood up, as if even the soft and inflexible snowflakes could be broken. Wu Ping's face turned slightly white, and a chill was deep in his heart. If his rebel team, without the help of Li Zhengdao and others and the Marine Corps, would not get rid of these iron riders in time at all. If it was on the plain, this Mongolian iron horse would kill him so arrogantly, then...< /P>
"Fortunately, the villagers and brothers are about to withdraw..." Wu Ping couldn't help but feel such a powerless blessing in the bottom of his heart. Yes, whoever sees thousands of iron riders coming on such a battlefield, the irresistible and unresistible despair will be like a nightmare hand full of thorns, viciously Hold your throat, make you breathless, let you raise the fear of despair from the bottom of your heart, and make you just want to turn around and run away.
Red light, suddenly, a blazing red light suddenly flashed in the surging torrent. The torrent, which seemed to be unstoppable, seemed to be topped by an inconspicuous reef lurking in the river, and then another piece, another...
The group of deadly flames burst out in the wind and snow. These Mongolian iron riders have seen the terrible lethality of these things on the way to chase. If it is on the road, they will deftly control the horses to hide farther away, or let The riders made some incredible movements to protect themselves, but now they can't do anything but try to lower their bodies.
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Because, both left and right, left and right, are the horses running furious. At this moment, if they want to make those movements at full speed, they will only have one end, fall off the horse, and then be trampled on their limbs and head by the iron hooves of the horse sitting down by the cavalry behind them.
"Fir, despicable and shameless Han people, you all have to die! All of them have to die. I'm going to cut off all your heads and make them into wine glasses!" Tenger's eyes were already congested, and his big hand holding the handle of the machete was white. He was angry. He was angry that why the Han people did not squat on the ground obediently and let him cut off their heads happily. He was angry about why they dared to plot the brave and fearless Mongolian iron riders with conspiracy.
Yes, he is angry, just like a wolf. He angered his prey and tried to resist, which not only aroused his fierceness and murderous intent, but also aroused his desire not to scatter his prey into pieces and would never be willing.
And before and after him, the expressions of those brave Mongolian warriors were equally hard and ferocious. The pride of riding on the Mongolian iron horse that had been invincible in the world for hundreds of years, and the kind of strong surnames that remembered that they were the descendants of the wolf and the white deer, the more frustrated they were, giving them the courage to face the courage to face blood and death.
The explosion sound was like magma gushing out of the crater, hitting the turbulent torrent at the foot of the mountain, leaving only a dotted of blue smoke and sound, burning a few drops of **, but it could not weaken the torrent a little.
The Mongolian cavalry behind them were rushing one after another, and they didn't even want to stop for a second. They pulled out the machete, patted the horse's thighs, howled, and chased towards the indomitable torrent, like the long tail of a comet that crossed the sky.
"Damn it, these dogs said..." Wu was blue to ferocious. He held the handle of the knife around his waist with his hand, and his eyes were fierce, like a butcher looking at his blunt knife looking for the grindstone angrily at a thick-skinned pork.
At this moment, the horror of thousands of war horses galloping up, which caused a trace of waves in Wu Ping's heart. He couldn't help but worry about the black soldiers who were covering the retreat of the last 10,000 people of the rebels. He even raised his subordinates in his heart several times and ran out, at least let those Mongolian iron riders paid some blood to stop their impulse to make such a sudden progress.
"Brother, let's go. I'm afraid that if those brothers can't stand it, we are also men. We can't just stay here and pee." Wu Peng stared and gasped. The thick white fog spewed out of his mouth and nose, like an angry beast.
"No!" Wu Ping calmed down under the urging of Wu Peng. He raised his eyes and looked at the cliff next to the nameless ferry on the beach. The fishy red flag was facing the wind, and the flagpole did not shake at all, just like the strongest reef dam under that day. I didn't move. .
"General Shi once had an order. Without her order, we can only continue to wait here." Wu Ping's eyes fell under the flag, and the faint white shadow. The straight and handsome figure was like a bright lamp. In the wind and snow, in the fire and knife light, it was still so eye-catching and arrogant.
Pang-Pang... A series of jumps, making people sound like they can hardly hear the intervals. The continuous muffled sound that had been running together suddenly appeared, which made Wu Pingping people stunned and turned his eyes to the sound. Suddenly, there was a sad mourning like a night bird in the sky. It was like that. The sharpness is harsh, and it even makes people have an ominous foreboding from the bottom of their hearts.
Then, the dense firelight collapsed in the surging torrent, clusters, pieces by piece, for a moment, as if a long-established volcano under the unstoppable torrent composed of Mongolian iron riders suddenly erupted.
The rebel cavalry, who were originally lurking in the mountains and forests and worried about their brother troops, all rolled their eyes in astonishment and tried to expand to the limit one by one. The torrent was mixed with the volcano, and it was dazzling with the flying snow all over the sky.
Severe setbacks, absolute setbacks. Those running horses and fearless knights began to show timidity on their faces at this moment. They looked up at the sky in horror. The shrill voice was approaching them from the sky. However, the riders under them no longer obeyed and were crashing crazily, and could no longer care about the horse's back. The owner, who only allowed their instincts, either continued to run forward, or stopped the pace, or slashed away, hoping to escape from the terrible roar and the burning and dangerous fire.
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Those wandering war horses are like the water on the reefs in the river. After turning away from the direction of the torrent, they only rolled up a little inconspicuous spray and were swallowed up in an instant. They were knocked to the ground by their robe horses, and trampled into mud by the rough and hard iron hooves of the robe horses, or they became blocked. The subsequent obstacles of the Mongolian warriors, fell down their companions, and died together under the iron hooves of those who followed them.
A round of gunfire did not stop, and the screams appeared in the sky again, as if the sigh of death in the sky full of satisfaction at those who would return to his arms.
Tenger was still running wildly. His anger, which was so red that he was about to evaporate the edes in the sky, suddenly faded in the screams and dense explosions, as if he had just walked out of the sauna contentedly and was torn up all his clothes by a group of thugs. He stuffed him into the ice hole on the river to enjoy the chill of tingling bones and even soul.
However, he didn't want to, and he couldn't hold the horse's head and turn around to escape. As long as his horse's head shifted slightly, Tenger believed that the war horses on the Mongolian knights behind him would never care whether they were the leader of their master or something else. They would only use it according to their own rate. The bowl of mouth-sized iron hooves easily crushed themselves into a pool of blood.
He regretted why he was angered by the words left by the damn Han people, so that he didn't wait for his subordinates to fully concentrate, and then set out what was ambush or strange here before he launched his work. He regretted why his deputy rushed to the front, but at this moment, he seemed to have seen hope, because the gunfire seemed to have only fallen behind him, and now, there was no ghost in the ground that would suddenly explode. He was able to see the distance ahead of him about 200 steps. On the right, the men in black are like a group of rats, obscenely hiding most of their bodies under the ground.
The corners of Tenger's mouth bent, and the hand holding the machete was more forceful. The ruby on the handle of the knife emitted a strange red light at this moment, as if it was looking forward to drinking blood and harvesting the magic blade of life, looking forward to a delicious meal...
(to be continued)