retaliate

Chapter 116 Death Battle
The [-] riders were speeding up, and the scouts of the Death Battalion in front were shouting frantically.

The wind scattered their cries.

In the sky, a broad black cloud blotted out the sun.

The horse's hooves hit the ground heavily, and grass clippings flew.

Startled by the murderous aura below, a lone goshawk flapped its wings and flew high.

Nayin was startled suddenly, "They are actually prepared?"

But immediately he laughed, "400 people, defeated in one blow."

Nayin shook the long knife: "This is the moment to win the meritorious service, warriors..."

"Definitely!"

The shouts of 800 people were like rolling thunder under the dark clouds, shaking the earth.

The grain cart is still forming a circle, and everyone was a little dazed, and even more inexplicable.But at this moment, everyone's complexion is pale.

"quick!"

The official shouted wildly and ran, turning his head occasionally, looking at the galloping enemy cavalry and trembling all over.

"If I can survive today, I will go to worship God, no, I will go to worship Yang Mingfu!"

An array of 400 people stood in front of the circle of grain trucks.

Some sergeants were trembling.

They faced the impact of the horse thieves, but the power of the horse thieves was far inferior to the tribal warriors in front.

And four hundred against eight hundred, will they lose?
Such thoughts flashed through most people's minds.

Morale is inevitably low.

Yang Xuan was on the flank. He rode his horse to the front of the formation and said, "At this moment, I won't say anything about family and country morality. What I have is life and death. The only thing I can tell you is to wait..."

He draws his knife.

Four hundred pairs of eyes stared at him.

Yang Xuan raised his sword.

"Today, I will not retreat one step!"

Four hundred sergeants were shocked.

Yang Xuan slapped the breastplate with the blade spine, "I will not retreat a step, what are you waiting for?"

The spear was held high.

Shouts roared.

"Dead fight! Dead fight! Dead fight!"

Yang Xuance rode to the flank and shouted:
"Archer……"

The sergeants behind pointed their longbows at the sky ahead.

No need for precision, just intensive projection.

Lin Da stood at the forefront, holding a spear, and shouted: "Yeah, don't be afraid!"

Most of the scouts were lost, and the rest came in haste.

"Detour!" Yang Xuan ordered.

Several riders made a detour from the left, but one rider panicked and came towards the formation.

Yang Xuan took a deep breath, "Shoot!"

The archers froze for a moment.The concept of shooting a comrade is still relatively new to them.

"Shoot!" Yang Xuan shouted.

Listen to the order, listen to the order, or Te Niang's order!
This sentence was in everyone's mind, and then they shot arrows involuntarily.

Arrows fly.

Do not collide with the formation during the war, otherwise you will be killed without mercy!

The amazed and regretful scouts turned into hedgehogs and fell in front of the formation.

Yang Xuan's eyelids jumped.

There is a saying in the art of war: Compassion does not control soldiers!
The art of war in the scroll is as vast as the sea. From the Warring States period to the modern age, he eagerly read and pondered over and over again, and searched for many battle examples to ponder over.

Today is his maiden battle.

The enemy cavalry dismounted when they were more than a hundred steps away.

In this era, unless it is the elite cavalry of the Northern Liao Dynasty, the horses cannot face the sharpness of the spear.

Nayin shouted: "The ones in front are criminals, warriors, for money, for women, for everything... attack!"

"Definitely!"

Hundreds of people lined up and rushed forward.

The people in front are preparing bows and arrows, and the people behind are wearing armor. They will act as battering rams, break through the array of death camps, and then rush forward to completely defeat the death camps.

Nayin looked at Yang Xuan, smiled and said, "This is a good slave."

The confidants around him complimented: "When the time comes, take it back to humiliate that idiot Hua Zhuo, and make him the leader's slave."

The front is rapidly approaching.

Lin Da clenched his spear tightly and nervously watched those tribal warriors unfurl their bows and nock their arrows.

Behind him, Zhao Youcai shouted, "Fire the arrow!"

The arrow is about to be shot, and the other side is also shooting arrows.

"Look down."

Ding Ding Ding!
Lin Da felt his shoulder tremble, and then the arrow fell to the ground.

"what!"

There was an unlucky person behind him who was hit by an arrow. Without looking, Lin Da knew that the arrow had penetrated the weak point of the armor.

He looked up and saw the enemy archers in front fell down.

Datang's bows and arrows have a longer range, so if the enemy wants to shoot at each other, they must bear the price of heavy casualties of the archers.

Obviously, the enemy army on the opposite side was unwilling to bear it.

After a wave of arrows rained, the archers retreated, revealing the armored enemy troops behind them.

These enemy troops were armed with various types of weapons, and some even carried maces.

"The first battle..." Yang Xuan watched the enemy army running, and ordered: "Pay attention to the left wing."

A column of enemy cavalry stared at the left flank.

Once the front is defeated, this group of cavalry will take advantage of the situation to cover up and kill, no, it is to chase and kill.

"Mr. Lang, we are approaching."

This is the first time that the old thief has seen such a large-scale battle formation, and he changed his color.

"Calm down!"

Yang Xuan looked over the battle line that was about to collide, and looked at Nayin behind.

Nayin seemed to be very calm, even a little comfortable holding the water bag or the wine bag, and drank with his head raised.

"The enemy army is full of confidence!"

Yang Xuan said in a low voice: "Then let them meet and bleed."

The enemy army is running, getting closer.

The enemy army in front of Lin Da opened his mouth and roared. He even saw that the enemy army was missing a few teeth.

"preparation……"

Someone yelled from behind.

Lin Da clenched his spear tightly and stared at the enemy with teeth in front of him.

The Huoya enemy grinned grinningly, and raised his long knife at him.

"kill!"

Numerous assassination practices made Lin Da's hands extremely stable.

The spear stabbed into the chest of the enemy army like lightning. Lin Da saw the shock and pain on the opponent's face, twisted it without hesitation, and then retracted the gun.

Blood shot.

Lin Da's eyes were all red.

"kill!"

The comrades behind him assassinated from his side.

Lin Da retracted his gun and took the opportunity to take a breath.

"kill!"

The spears stabbed intensively.

"what!"

In front of the array, a death squad sergeant was hit on the shoulder with a mace.Just when the enemy army was proud, a side shot pierced his lower abdomen, and when he stirred it vigorously, the enemy army knelt down and fell down immediately.

Yang Xuan looked at this scene indifferently.

One of the arrays has a gap.

"Broken!" Someone screamed.

"Get out of the way!"

A pair of broad axes suddenly appeared in the gap.

The ax danced, and the howling sound was extremely ear-piercing.

"The gap has been opened."

The people around Nayin were surprised when they started cheering.

"The inmates of the Death Battalion... are unexpectedly tenacious!"

Nayin said gloomyly: "That idiot Hua Zhuo, he underestimated this young county magistrate."

The confidant smiled and said, "Don't worry, the leader, they won't last long."

Nayin nodded, "Head the order to defeat the enemy, five sheep per person!"

"The leader has an order to defeat the enemy, five sheep per person!"

The Vasie tribe is located between Datang and Beiliao. If the two countries did not need a buffer zone, they would have been wiped out long ago.Even so, their life was not good.The leader and others are okay, but the herdsmen below have to thank the gods and Buddhas if they can eat enough.

So after hearing that there were five sheep in the defeated enemy army, those Vase warriors went berserk.

The first row felt the pressure right away.

"Lang Jun!"

The old thief saw the crisis.

Yang Xuan shook his head, and said indifferently: "You can't move now. Tell Zhao Youcai that if you die, you have to die first."

"But the villain is worried that those criminals will not be firm."

The old thief's concerns were not paranoid.Although the Death Battalion has been won over by Yang Xuan, it has never experienced such a tough battle after all. Once someone collapses, it will be scattered in an instant.

Yang Xuan's eyelids jumped.

In front, the enemy troops kept compressing the array of death camps, and people kept falling down, and were hacked to death immediately.

Yang Xuan took a deep breath.

He regretted not bringing Nan He here.If Nan He was there, then there would be someone from him as the backbone in the formation, it wouldn't be like this.

The old thief cupped his hands, "Your Majesty, the villain has gone."

"Old thief!" Yang Xuan was stunned.

The old thief waved his hand without looking back, and smiled.

"Old thief!" Wang Laoer shouted.

The old thief went around from behind.

Holding the spear in his hand, he squeezed forward like this.

Ah!
A sergeant fell and was dragged out.

The follow-up sergeant just wanted to fill his seat according to the drill code, and the old thief went up.

"kill!"

It's not standard for an old thief to hold a gun, but he has cultivation.

The enemy in front of him couldn't help being ecstatic when he saw a little old man coming up, and swung his knife to prepare to harvest the head.

He was wearing armor, thinking how strong an old man could be.So he rushed over recklessly.

The spear pierced straight into his chest, and then pulled out forcefully.

The old thief stepped forward.

"kill!"

The grizzled beard and hair fluttered in the wind, and the old thief who killed the enemy again raised his spear and shouted: "Death Battalion!"

The people around Mingfu are here!

This discovery gave the sergeants of the Death Battalion a reassurance.

Everyone shouted wildly.

"Fight to the death!"

If you don't retreat.

I will follow!

The figure on the right is still there, with more than ten riders approaching in front, Yang Xuan is still indifferent.

Wang Laoer rushed over with a few cavalrymen.

The enemy troops in front kept rushing and squeezing.

The cheers were like bursts of thunder.

The earth is shaking.

The array seemed to be on the verge of collapse.

"kill!"

Rows of long guns stabbed wildly.

……

Wang Laoer rushed up with several riders.

Seeing that they were few in number, more than ten enemy cavalry couldn't help cheering.

Someone pointed a long knife at Wang Laoer and shouted, "I want that fool's head!"

The two sides quickly approached.

The enemy who yelled to take the heads of Wang and Lao was killed by him.

Wang Laoer's face was red with blood, he licked the blood on his lips and said, "Sweet, fishy!"

A rider from the side saw that he was stupid, so he stretched out his hand to grab him, ready to take a prisoner.

Wang Laoer slapped him casually.

The enemy thought that getting a slap in the face shouldn't be a big problem.

Snapped!
Then he saw the sky to his right.

Wang Laoer slashed his sword with his right hand, slapped his left hand, and led several cavalry to fight through. The rest of the enemy turned and fled.

He felt a little bored.

I saw Nayin leading more than a hundred riders to watch the battle behind.

Just beckon.

"Hey! Zhuo Zhuo!"

Zuo, zuo, is this calling a dog?

Yang Xuan's head was full of black lines, "The second child is back."

Nayin's face turned pale.

"Why can't you download it?" Nayin said with a cold face.

The confidant said: "Boss, the warriors are exhausted."

Nayin has seen it.

The general attack will be divided into waves, one wave after another, attacking in rotation.In this way, the soldiers can always maintain high fighting spirit and abundant physical strength.

But Nayin's original intention was to take away the death camp in one wave, so he rushed forward.Now there is less rotation.

He knew that he had made the mistake of underestimating the enemy.

"Withdraw, withdraw in an orderly manner."

In the sound of the horn, the enemy slowly retreated.

Only then did the sergeants of the Death Battalion in the formation relax.

Let them feel like they're in hell after they let their minds loose.

"So we can do it too?"

Looking at the numerous corpses in front of him, a kind of pride welled up spontaneously.

"The whole team, drink water."

Zhao Youcai went to Yang Xuan's side.

"Mingfu."

"How much did you lose?"

Zhao Youcai lowered his head, "We lost more than thirty brothers!"

His voice was a little choked.

These are brothers who get along day and night, how can you make him not feel sad.

A hand clapped his shoulder.

"here you go!"

Zhao Youcai looked up.

Yang Xuan nodded, "Tell my brothers, I am proud of them."

Zhao Youcai puffed up his chest, "Mingfu, please rest assured, if the enemy breaks through, it must be when the villain dies in battle. The villain will go now."

Yang Xuan glanced at the old thief in the formation, this old guy was bragging about something with those sergeants at the moment.

Wang Lao Er asked curiously: "Mr. Lang, we have so many people, why can't we beat them?"

Yang Xuan said: "This Tang Dynasty is sick."

The Tang Dynasty used to be heroic and invincible. At that time, the people of the Tang Dynasty were proud of serving in the army and killing the enemy, and they were all proud of being rewarded for their military achievements.But all this changed when Li Yuan and his son came to power.

Li Yuan's upper position was full of bloody smell. In order to stabilize the throne, the father and son Li Yuan and Li Mi started a frantic purge.Then the court withered, and the stars withered.

In order to cope with such situations, Li Yuan and his son began to use Fan generals on a large scale, that is, generals of foreign races.They think that the generals have no foundation and can only choose to be loyal to their father and son.

In recent years, he is not only a general, but also a variety of related households.During the reign of their father and son, the Tang dignitaries annexed the land the most crazily.Countless people have lost their land, but taxes don't care whether you have land or not.So countless people had to flee with their families in order to avoid paying taxes.

The military system then collapsed.

The collapse of the government military system brought about the collapse of the army's combat effectiveness.

If it was 50 years ago, who would dare to show their teeth at Datang?

But now a tribe dares to rob the grain road.

"The enemy is moving!"

Ahead, Nayin was roaring.

"There are hundreds of criminals on the opposite side. They are criminals, not the elite Tang army. But you waited and attacked to no avail. Come back and howl like a woman. Go back, kill them all, and seize those armors and longbows, all of you Yes, I swear I won't take any of it."

The way these tribes maintain their combat effectiveness is still very primitive, but it is extremely useful.

Looking at the pair of red eyes, Nayin drew his knife, "We are a pack of wolves, and the Tang people in front of us are lambs. Lambs are fat and fat, but you have to use long knives to cut them. Go, take your honor and lambs!"

Those tribal warriors turned around, their eyes were red, and they were breathing.

The confidant whispered: "What the leader said made even my blood boil."

"How about the opposite side?" Nayin raised his head and looked towards the opposite side.

Yang Xuan stretched out his hand, "Big banner!"

The flag bearer behind him hesitated and handed over the flagpole.

Yang Xuan raised the flag with one hand, and with a thrust, the flagpole plunged into the ground.

The wind blows.

The banner is flying!

I'm right here!

Don't step back!

The Death Battalion raised their spears aloft.

"Wan Sheng!"

Amidst the cheers, Nayin raised his hand and said coldly, "I want that big flag as a trophy!"

"Attack!"

The enemy has struck.

"Keep the formation!"

Zhao Youcai was shouting.

"Archer!"

The sergeant at the back raised his bow and set his arrows.

"Fire arrows!"

The enemy fell sparsely, and the rest picked up speed.

"kill!"

The old thief had no difficulty in assassinating, and succeeded frequently.

But this wave of attacks came fiercely and quickly.

The enemy army rushed to kill without fear of death.

The old thief is like a mainstay here, and those enemy soldiers hit their heads with blood.

A general noticed him, pointed at him and shouted, "Kill him!"

Immediately, the pressure on the old thief increased greatly.

An enemy was assassinated by the old thief's spear. He howled and hugged the gun tightly. The old thief drew the gun, and with a snap, the spear broke.

"Hack him!"

Someone cheered.

call!
A mace whizzed over.

The enemy who threw out the mace watched helplessly...

The old thief caught the mace with one hand, and he almost had to say thank you.

Woo!
The mace roared past, and the heads of the enemy soldiers in front of them were crushed, like a watermelon being opened.

Red and white are flying all over the sky.

"Cool!"

The old thief fought hard.

The sergeant on the left side by his side assassinated a person, and just about to retract his gun, an enemy threw a long knife in his hand, then stepped forward, holding a short knife, and pierced his shoulder along the gap in the armor.

The sergeant let out a miserable howl and knelt on the ground on one knee.

Holding the handle of the knife with one hand, he gritted his teeth and pushed it out.

The enemy freed his right hand and hit him hard on the head.

The sergeant's eyes were red, and he yelled, "My name is Nima!"

He threw his head back with all his strength and slammed forward.

Bah!
The enemy was caught off guard and was stunned by this blow.

But he was still holding the handle of the knife in his hand, just about to stab it.

The mace on the side roared towards it.

"Back back!" shouted the old thief.

But the sergeant struggled to stand up, shouted with red eyes: "Death Battalion!"

"Fight to the death!"

Amidst the shouts, the enemy in front felt that they had encountered a wall.

The Impassable Wall!

The old thief took a step forward, the mace swept across, and three enemies fell.

Just as he was about to take back the mace, an arrow came quietly.

penetrated his thigh.

The old thief's body froze, and the enemies in front cheered.

They wanted to break the formation of the Death Battalion many times, but every time the opportunity appeared, the old thief would take a step forward and sweep away the army to boost morale.

An enemy soared into the air, and slashed at his head with a big stick in his hand.

The old thief raised his mace to block, and with a bang, the stick broke in two.

An enemy rushed over from behind his companion, and viciously threw out the dagger in his hand.

And the enemy who lost the big stick also shouted, rushed over and hugged the old thief.

The old thief grabbed the man's arms, pulled hard, and threw him out.

The short knife pierced his waist, and the old thief felt a sharp pain in his waist, and couldn't help hissing miserably.

"what!"

The old thief knocked over the sneak attacking enemy with his hands, and staggered back a step.

He raised his eyes, and saw those grinning enemies rushing madly towards him through his vision blurred by blood.

"retreat!"

Someone shouted behind him.

But the old thief knew he couldn't retreat!

He is the representative of Mr. Lang, once he retreats, his morale will be lost.

He gasped and smiled wryly.

It turns out that battle formation really has nothing to do with cultivation!
He caught a glimpse of Lang Jun.

Mr. Lang is looking at this place, is he ready to come over?
But Mr. Lang can't move!
Once it moves, it means the failure of this battle... The death battalion that lost the reserve team will be ground to death by the enemy's reserve cavalry.

What should the old man do?
The old thief's mind was confused for a moment, and countless pictures emerged...

That Yi Niang who often bullies him, but always remembers to prepare a thick quilt for him to suppress his old cold legs.

The old Cao who often despises him, but who likes to chat with him.

The dick who always competed with him for meat.

And that gentleman who refused to abandon him even if he died!

"what!"

He took a step forward.

An enemy swoops in.

The old thief dragged a lame leg, and his mace was flying.

Bah!
The enemy flew out sideways.

"Breakthrough!" Someone on the right shouted.

But it is difficult to reinforce for a while.

"Get out of the way!"

The old thief dragged a lame leg and rushed into the middle of the enemy army.

In the encirclement, blood spurted like heavy rain.

Those enemies flew out from time to time, or fell to the ground with howls.

a while.

There is no one standing around.

There was only one blood man standing in the middle.

He raised his mace aloft.

Roaring at the array.

"Death Battalion!"

A hoarse voice resounded across the battlefield.

in the array.

The spear was raised high.

The spear is like a forest!

No hesitation!

Countless voices gathered together, like a mountain roaring and a tsunami.

"Fight to the death!"

……

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(End of this chapter)