lying down

Panting heavily, the "stupid boy" dragged a long gun, and ran forward with the army, his face covered with oil and sweat in the dust had already been smeared with bruises.

Holding the gun in one hand and the slightly larger helmet in the other, he panted and asked the veteran who was holding a large shield beside him, "Mao...Brother Mao, is he going to kill...a barbarian... I heard , I heard...those savages are... powerful! We...we

won't die? "

The panting veteran glared at him viciously: "Shut up! Run!"

Seeing the ferocious appearance and scolding of this veteran who treated him kindly and kindly as a brother, the "foolish boy" shrank when he grew up, and almost cried out.

The "foolish boy" is named Liu Yutang, and he killed a chicken to ask the private school teacher in the village to come up with the name.It means that when you grow up, you will be prosperous in wealth and full of gold and jade.

There is also an old mother in his family, an older brother and three married older sisters. As the youngest, he is loved by his family.But this kid is not up to date, he is naturally a little dull, and his thinking is slow.I grew up but didn't learn the same farm work.The old mother was afraid that he would suffer, so she forced his elder brother to send him to the dyeing workshop in the city as an apprentice. Unexpectedly, he broke the dyeing vat on the first day and ran out in panic, but was coaxed by the unscrupulous son to become a soldier. It has not been three months yet.

As the saying goes, "Stupid people are blessed with stupidity", when a fool came to the barracks, he happened to meet a veteran beside him. Maybe it was fate. Silly boy, but pity him greatly.He helps cover everything in life, training, and patrolling, and is regarded as his elder brother.

Even though Hanzi was scolded just now, he didn't dare to say a word, and rushed to the spot with the crowd in aggrieved manner.

Here, [-] feet across the official road, the convoy turning towards the small castle is guarded behind, and the chariots that are unloading their horses are lined up by the side of the road.

Sergeant Mao threw down his large shield with a bang, and formed a shield wall with his companions.The thick shield is made of hardwood Mongolian cowhide, with several rows of large round iron nails riveted on the shield surface. The shield is three feet wide, four inches thick, nearly five feet high, and weighs 130 kilograms. Good weapon for cavalry.

After the shield wall was erected, the soldiers inserted a piece of square wood with a sharp front and rear into the ground, and the square head was firmly against the back of the shield.There were two spearmen behind each shield, and they put their five-foot-long spears on the shields, and the protruding sharp spear points shone faintly in the setting sun.

Behind them, three rows of archers lined up one by one, and three arrows were stuck obliquely on the ground beside them-according to experience, their cavalrymen who were facing the formation only had a chance to shoot three arrows at most.

A team officer shouted loudly: "Archers ready!~"

Hearing this cry, all the soldiers tensed their muscles and stared nervously ahead. The ground trembled slightly under the galloping iron hooves of the horses, and the sound of the hooves hit the eardrums.

Close, closer!

The team officer shouted: "Throwing!~"

The sound of "swish" feathers sounded above his head, and a rain of arrows flew over his head towards the sky.

"Mao, Brother Mao, I'm afraid..."

"To shut up!"

"Brother Mao—"

"***,Shut up!"

As soon as Hanzi said a few words, he heard another order from the team officer, and another rain of arrows almost flew over the heads of the soldiers in the front row.

The sergeant surnamed Mao turned his head and glanced fiercely at the "fool" behind him.

Seeing the other party's dazzled demo, my heart softened: "Listen! Press the back of the spear against the ground, yes, try harder! Okay, use all your strength to press the gun tightly!"

"Brother Mao, then...why is that?"

"Idiot, press the gun tightly, the horse will rush to plunge into its body, listen to me! Don't be afraid, the more daring you are, the harder it is to die, you understand?"

"That, that, Brother Mao, once it gets stuck in the horse's belly, the horse will die? Such a good horse, in my village..."

At this time, the conversation between the two of them was a little fuzzy, and the thunderous hoofbeats hit the eardrums, drowning out all other sounds.

The veteran leaned forward and grasped the big shield and the horizontal knife tightly, and shouted wildly: "Shut up, idiot! Hold down the gun, hold down—!"

......

This Tang army was a battle-hardened generation with many veterans and few new recruits, so they were able to form a battle formation in such a short period of time without chaos.

Seeing such a situation, Zhi Shi Si Xin, who led the team, was secretly amazed, but he didn't care about it in his heart.He even believed in the powerful army "Destruction Front" under his command known as Xiong Wei!

Turkic war horses galloping at high speed raised dust and dust all over the sky, while the knights in the forest behind them galloped with their saddles on their saddles, running in a line.

As he approached, Tang Jun began to nock his arrows in his sharp sight.The distance between the two sides was as close as Li Xu, and the scimitar was drawn out with a "clang" sound, and the Turkic people behind them drew their knives one after another, forming a forest of knives, roaring and starting to speed up.In an instant, hearing Tang Jun's loud shout, more than a hundred sharp arrows rushed towards his face!

The attacking enemy cavalry vanguard fell to the ground under the screams of pain and the hissing of the horses, and the Turkic heavy cavalry behind them relied on their proficient equestrian skills to bypass the fallen people and horses and rushed forward desperately.Tang Jun only shot two rounds of arrows, and the enemy cavalry rushed to him frantically.

The archers threw away their longbows and drew their horizontal knives and rushed forward. The sword and shield hands desperately resisted the big shield to prepare for the fatal impact.

Like a ferocious tide rushing to the embankment, Tang Jun's thin line of defense was instantly smashed into broken jagged shapes, with the sound of huge collisions, the sound of metal and iron, the cries of the wounded, the desperate howls of the dying and the splashing of blood , Severed limbs and arms flying around interweave into a brutal scene of hell.

Zhishixin swung his scimitar to break through the formation, swung the knife to the right and chopped off the head of a Tang Jun, then rushed to a rushing archer, shouted loudly, and slashed diagonally with all his strength, taking the archer with him. The knife swung in two.

......

Two long spears snapped, and a strong yellow hussar slammed into Veteran Mao's shield with great momentum and inertia, neighing wildly.Human shields flew together, and Veteran Mao was knocked two feet away.He spat blood, struggled to stand up, and threw his knife at the Turkic man beside him.He chopped it off with all his strength, and with a "pop", half of the Turkic man's head was missing, and red and white splashed everywhere.At the same time, a scimitar pierced into the veteran's belly, he glanced down, and fell straight backwards.

His left and right bodyguards are a pair of twin brothers, the two brothers are seven feet tall, majestic as a pig, but ugly, with big eyes, concave nose, and a head as small as a fist.

The two rode big black horses of the same color. The weapons in their hands were rare long soldiers among the Turkic people. They were six feet long. , The strange roar was piercing, and the brute force of the two combined with the heavy hammer caused all the Tang troops they faced to be smashed and maimed.When the two of them crossed, it was like pouring snow into boiling soup. In a few breaths, more than a hundred Tang soldiers in the front line were almost killed and injured, while the Turkic people only lost more than [-] horses.

After the cavalry passed, in the front line of corpses, stood a big man covered in blood all by himself.He holds a broken spear.His eyes were dull, and he muttered to himself.

The Turkic people, who broke through the formation and saw blood, aroused their ferocity, and crazily rushed towards the car formation behind while roaring wildly.