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Chapter 1647 Rise (9)

"There's an ambush ahead! The Kazakhs want to kill everyone. We're going to fight these bitch Kazakhs!"

Seeing the large group of cavalry rushing out of the dark shadows in front, and the skirmishers who were still fleeing, they found that the Kazakhs behind were obviously not as many as those rushing out in front, and they were not as crazy as those in front. Luan Wu, the fat man who almost got off his horse, knew that these people were crazy.

"I'd rather fight a murderer than a lunatic!" What's more, a lunatic charged with hundreds of cavalry.

Realizing that there was no way out in front, the Romans behind turned around and rushed towards the Kazakh light cavalry who were hunting behind them. The Kazakhs did not know who was lying in front of them. Although the Kazakhs were brave and good at fighting, they only had a hundred soldiers. It was hit by the rout of the Roman Empire that suddenly turned around.

"puff!"

Fatty was the first to rush into the line of Kazakhs. With the help of his horse, his spear pierced a Kazakh's throat lightly, and then swept across the waist of another nearby Kazakh light cavalry.

"boom!"

Amid the surprise and horror of the Kazakhs, the three hundred cavalry behind the fat man stabbed into the Kazakh formation like a sharp sword. The cold light flashed, flesh and blood flew, and heads rolled, and many Kazakhs were suddenly killed. The arriving cavalrymen slammed into their horses, fighting with three knives, and the unsuspecting Kazakhs were immediately stunned.

The ambushes who thought they were his own actually rushed into his queue. Just as he was about to greet him loudly, a bright long sword was drawn across his neck, especially the fat man who was the first to rush in was even more brave. The ordinary long spear danced in his hand with white arcs, and more than a dozen Kazakhs around fell down at once. Either their throats were pierced with a big hole and blood flowed out, or their necks and heads flew all over the place. God, but the headless body had to shake a few times before falling off the horse.

The Kazakhs, who have always been proud of killing blood, couldn't help but shudder when they saw Fatty's killing method. Kazakhs are also human, and no one wants to provoke such a lunatic who likes to kill.

"It's our people, the cavalry of our Roman Empire!"

The defeated army of the Roman Empire, which was counterattacking nearby, also came back to their memories. Seeing the Kazakh cavalry who had been killed and disabled, they surrounded them one after another.

"The iron tower fortress is over. The Kazakh army who had been circling outside the city the night before yesterday suddenly stormed the east wall of the iron tower like crazy. The brothers were caught off guard. No one thought that the Kazakhs would be so crazy. Human corpses are rushing upwards.

Everyone stabbed their spears and changed their knives. If the knives were missing, they picked up the weapons from the corpses around them and then loaded them. The blood spurted from the bodies of the brothers, gushed out from the fallen corpses, and flowed under their feet. Ah, the slippery people can't stand still, and the corpses of the dead are piled up on the city road, and they can't even insert their feet.

At noon today, the eighth team defending the East Wall couldn't bear it any longer, so they fucking ran away this afternoon. In the evening, we left our brothers on the West Wall to carry the Kazakhs alone! "

The bearded man's crying stopped suddenly, and immediately burst into a heart-piercing scream, which shocked the fat man.

"Brothers died in an injustice! If I hadn't promised General Saka to bring everyone back alive, I would have died at the top of the iron tower city to accompany everyone!"

It was the first time that the fat man would cry like this when he saw a big man, especially a man with a big beard wearing a set of knight light scale armor. He claimed to be the deputy head of the Sixth Banner Regiment, the Baron Tear.

The whole body of the bearded man was stained red with blood, but he didn't know if it was his own or the enemy's.

The fat man even thought maliciously, didn't this guy get the infection while pretending to be dead?
The disheveled beard showed gritted hatred on his face, and a few withered and yellow weeds on the roadside were mixed in the scattered hair, like a prodigal dog.

It seems that when the two armies were fighting just now, he was among the defeated army who panicked like a mouse and hid in the haystack, but he still had to act very excited, very aggrieved, and crying was called a heart-piercing, heartbreaking Heaven and earth are more wronged than that Dou E.

Being hugged by a bearded man, wiping snot and tears on his thigh, the disgusting fat man almost kicked him out, but looking at the scene next to him, the fat man still endured it.

"Grass, what is this called! This fucking good person should have an accident."

The fat man who originally wanted to ignore these defeated troops was just about to call his subordinates to leave when he was hugged by this bearded man who suddenly rushed out of the grass, and he couldn't even run away.

"There are so many talents in the army of the Roman Empire!" The fat man looked at the bearded man who was holding his thigh with his hands, and the crying in his mouth was earth-shattering, and the faces of the soldiers nearby who were infected were filled with grief and indignation. .

But the fat man found the bearded man's tears, but he didn't see a few tears. He only saw a pair of watery eyes staring at him sadly. If a beautiful woman looked at him like this, the fat man would be very happy, but a bearded man The big eyes with watery eyes looked at him like a resentful woman, the fat man had rashes all over his disgusting body, and his heart was bristling.

"This guy is not sick!" The fat man swept his eyes over the heads of the defeated soldiers around him. There were at least 1000 more people, a large area of ​​blackness, and the faces were full of panic and then lost. The Kazakhs fought fiercely for a day and a night.

If it is really as tragic as the bearded man said, it would be great to see a hundred people now. There is still such a large area left there. Looking at the scene of being chased by the Kazakhs just now, it is estimated that the first one to run away may not be The Eighth Banner Regiment, the knight fat man really misunderstood this bearded man, the first one to run was really the Eighth Banner Regiment, but it's hard to say whether it was the second one.

The fat man sorted out the thoughts in his mind, and glanced at the faces of the Roman soldiers around him. All the Roman soldiers who looked at him lowered their heads in shame. This feeling of invincibility made the fat man feel very refreshed.
"Hmm, you mean, Kazakhs launched the offensive the evening before yesterday? Are you sure it was the evening before yesterday?"

The fat man with enough nerves suddenly remembered what the bearded knight said just now, and the pride just now was like a discouraged ball, completely gone, and he felt cold behind him.

"Didn't the evening before yesterday be the time for me to ambush the Kazakh cavalry? Could it be that my ambush was really known by the Kazakhs?"

Fatty has basically figured out the ins and outs now. He probably attacked the Kazakh squadron going south, but somehow let the Kazakh army know about it, and launched a large-scale retaliation against the Iron Tower Fortress.

"Yes, I remember very clearly that the night before yesterday, I don't know what stimulated those Kazakhs, they assembled ten squadrons to storm the east wall of the iron tower, and shouted why the prince took revenge! One by one, they fought with their brothers like chicken blood, you didn't see the blood,,,, "

The bearded man seemed to be irritated enough by the fat man's words in the evening, knowing that if he didn't exaggerate, he might be treated as a deserter and beheaded!
Immediately use his blood-like imagination, wishing to describe himself as a tragic hero who cut down the entire Kazakh army by himself, and then ended up being betrayed by his own people.

Seeing that the bearded man was about to complain endlessly, the fat man hurriedly waved his hand to stop him, and asked curiously, "What prince? The prince of the Kazakhs?"

The bearded man blinked his embarrassing eyes, and realized that what he said just now was too fast, too involved, too passionate, and he didn't even pay attention to what he said: "This,,,,"

Seeing the fat man's solemn face, he asked himself, thinking that if he couldn't find someone to take refuge in this time, he might either die under the knives of the Kazakhs or be dismissed by the Ministry of Military Affairs in a short time. Knights will not be taken in.

People are always very clever in times of crisis. Seeing the murderous eyes of the fat man, the bearded man hurriedly imitated the Kazakh tone of voice, and the tone was really Kazakh.

"It seems to be Prince Hasas. The situation at that time was too chaotic, and the Kazakh language was very difficult to pronounce. The subordinates really only heard so much!"

"Prince Hasass! The son of the eagle in the Kazakh population, the deputy commander of the Kazakh royal court guard."

The fat man is still chewing on the strange name of Hassas in the mouth of the bearded man. The strange uncle beside him, the spearman Tielong, came up from behind on a war horse, and just now collided with the Kazakh light cavalry. Dare to provoke, it is this strange uncle who swings a knife skillfully on the horse as if it is smoother than the ground.

"Son of the Eagle! No wonder they are all heavy cavalry. It seems that they are still important figures of the Kazakhs!"

Fatty's mind flashed the image of the Kazakh commander who was ambushed by him and was still desperately refusing to surrender, waving a gorgeous scimitar inlaid with sapphires with a tragic face, and charging at the narrow intersection of the mountain road, that look of Xiao Zhan going to death, still It really smells like an eagle.

"My lord, if it's really him, we've made a big mistake this time! He should be the commander-in-chief responsible for invading the southern part of the empire. He is one of the favorite sons of the King of Kazakhs. There are rumors that the old King of Kazakhs It is a pity to pass the throne to him, but I didn't expect him to lead a lone army into Sartor County in person, what a pity!"

(End of this chapter)