The Three Kingdoms Of The North Are Proud And Heroic

The thieves who fled from the woods did not seem to notice any movement on this side of the hill, and even some of the riders who were walking in the front could vaguely see some outlines in the moonlight, but they could not see the whole thing for a while. And as they got farther and farther away from the woods and closer to the hills, it was only then that someone noticed that something was wrong.

However, it was too late.

I heard a shout from the direction of the hill: "Shoot the arrows!" This

was followed by the sound of bowstrings snapping. The arrows that were ready to fire were like a rainstorm, weaving a vague but deadly web under the night. Before the thieves could react, they were brutally attacked by this round of raids. The already chaotic team became more and more chaotic in an instant, screaming one after another, and the mixture of panic and rage was unbearable.

"Someone, someone."

"What place? Where, are the officers and soldiers? "

In the west, run away, the officers and soldiers are coming."

In addition to the noisy shouts of the Han Chinese, there are also some other languages.

Some of the thieves' riders began to flee in the opposite direction of the hill, but those who rode tall horses and suspected of being bearded were more composed. Together, the horsemen moved some distance to the northeast in a concentrated direction, as if to get out of range.

On the hill, Zu Zhao and the others were already fully prepared, they did not continue to release arrows, after all, it was dark, and the thieves began to flee again. The previous round of arrow attacks was nothing more than a first wound to the morale of the thieves, and it could be regarded as a dismount. At this moment, Zu Zhao raised the halberd in his hand and shouted: "When will you take revenge on the thief?" The men of the ancestral family listened to the order and charged! "

After firing the first round of arrows, the sons of the hillside, who had been arrayed for a long time, put their bows away and pulled their halberds from the ground again. At this time, when he heard Zu Zhao's order, one by one, his blood gushed out, and all the anger and murderous aura in his heart burst out, and all the condensed desire for war burst out.

At the same time as Zu Zhao took the lead in running out, everyone let out a tearing roar from their throats, and followed closely with their halberds held high.

Although the children of the ancestral family and the brothers of the Zhang family had a total of only more than 80 people, and there were hundreds of thieves they faced, no one was worried or panicked. On the one hand, Zu Zhao predicted the whereabouts of the thieves exactly as they expected, which shows that they have the initiative and the upper hand in the situation; On the other hand, it can be seen at a glance that the thieves are good and bad, even if there are good horses, but in the end there are not many people, and more of them have no discipline and morale, so what is the fear of the pure rabble?

More than eighty people rushed eastward along the rolling hills, and although the previous days of practicing the formation charge at the Xihe Bridge were not long, they had more or less a foundation, and they were finally able to maintain a decent formation at this time.

The thieves were completely stunned by the overwhelming shouts of killing, and in the darkness they did not know the identity of the comer, let alone how many people there were. Before, I was alarmed by a burst of fire and human voices in the woods, and my subconscious had already buried the concept of encirclement and suppression by the officials and troops, and at this time I naturally mistakenly thought that it was a major battle of the officers and troops. No one dares to have the idea of resisting, everyone is in the clouds, and everyone is in a hurry.

Taking advantage of the momentum of the terrain, Zu Zhao and the others quickly caught up with the thieves on foot.

For Zu Zhao, revenge and hatred are free from any mercy, even if he is facing a group of poor people who are ragged and forced by life to rise up helplessly. After catching up with a thief who was scurrying with his head in his arms, he did not hesitate at all, raised his halberd and slashed at it. With a scream, the thief fell to the ground one by one, and even if he was not killed immediately, he was quickly crushed by the other knights who followed.

"What to run from, Hengzhi is a death, it's better to fight with them."

"I don't want to die, I don't want to die..."

In the face of the menacing knights, the thieves on foot knew that there was no way to escape. Egged on by some desperate, many raised their farming tools and turned back to meet the knights. Like outlaws, these peasants, who usually go against the grain, burst out unreservedly at this moment the resentment that had accumulated for generations.

Gradually, it caused a lot of obstacles for the knights.

Zu Zhao blocked left and right on the horse's back, and once the horse's mobility was restricted, the original advantage quickly became a burden. There are thieves on the left and right, and the long weapon is not easy to swing back and forth. In just a moment, his legs and mount had been attacked in many places, but fortunately, the peasants had poor weapons in their hands, and the scene was chaotic, and the injuries to himself and his mount were only bruises.

He brandished his halberd to knock over two thieves in a row, and roared with his head raised, and his momentum immediately shocked the other thieves around him, and no one dared to easily come forward to besiege him. At this moment, he raised his eyes and looked ahead, and saw that most of the thieves on horseback had fled away, while the thieves were gathered together and galloped from north to west, as if they were going in a circle.

"Lord, those horse thieves are about to flee."

At this time, Zu Ji killed the general from behind, and he was riding a white horse, and now the horse's body was dyed red in many places.

Zu Zhao looked at the peasants around him who were fleeing or resisting, and knew that these people were only accomplices at most, and even if they were captured, they would not be able to ask for more information. Whether there is an inside story in this horse robbery case, and whether there are more conspiracies in the appearance of these thieves, must be found out from the mouths of those masterminds.

"Don't leave a thief. Leave these thieves alone and follow me. With this in mind, he made a decision at once.

With a kick in the stirrups, Zu Zhao urged the horse to speed up and rushed out like an arrow from the bow.

Zu Ji shouted hello to the other disciples on the left and right, and led a dozen or so people to follow behind Zu Zhao.

In the distance, those thieves on horseback quickly noticed that Zu Zhao and the others were following, half of them were not able to ride horses at all, because the emotional tension was like headless flies at this time, let alone galloping on horses, it was difficult to even grasp the most basic direction of travel. It is precisely because of this wave of thieves that there is a huge gap between the front and back, some people run away, and some people are still behind.

Zu Zhao stared at a thief who was at the end, and sped up his horse to rush forward. Just as he was about to stab the halberd, he suddenly felt a cool breeze in his head, and although he didn't see what was happening clearly in the dark, he instinctively quickly dodged sideways. He heard a "whoosh" in his ears, and it was a feathered arrow flying coldly.

"Hmph, rats, dare to hurt people with secret arrows?"

Zu Zhao's face was fearless, and he no longer fixed his eyes on those backward riders, since these people couldn't even ride horses, let alone turn around on horseback to shoot arrows. But seeing that among the seven or eight thieves who fled at the front, two of them kept turning around on horseback, and by the light of the stars and the moon, they vaguely saw the shadow of a bowstring shaking in their hands.

He kicked the stirrup hard, and at the same time slapped the horse's stock with the halberd in his hand, forcing the horse to run wildly.

After a while, he had caught up with several lagging thieves. It's just that he didn't have the heart to pay attention to these little minions at this moment, so he passed by them without squinting. Even so, one of the thieves was already frightened, and his already unstable sitting posture writhed under his crotch, and he fell off his horse with a cry of surprise. When the other thieves saw it, they still had the heart to think about anything else, and they all avoided it left and right, lest they could avoid it.

The thief who was running in front looked back and saw Zu Zhao's figure like a ghost, and someone immediately shouted.

"Quick, shoot that man."

"Shoot the arrows! You guys, don't run, you can't run, release the arrows. "

Zu Zhao's mount is a good horse in the river meander, and his foot strength is naturally far superior to that of the thief's mount. In a matter of moments, it was already approaching.

At that moment, several thieves in front of them turned around again, bent their bows and opened their strings, and fired an arrow without careful aiming.

However, Zu Zhao had already prepared, and only heard the sound of the bowstring in front of him, and immediately leaned sideways against the horse's belly.

Under the darkness of the night, the thief didn't see clearly where Zu Zhao was hiding for a while, and mistakenly thought that the other party had been shot off the horse by a burst of shooting just now. These people couldn't help but be complacent, and they finally breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts.

However, they didn't notice that the meandering horse was still accelerating.

By the time Zu Zhao sat up straight, he had placed the halberd horizontally in a stable groove behind the saddle, and picked up his bow. By this time he was only forty or fifty paces away from the thieves, and at the speed of his horse he was still approaching. Hardly without any hesitation, he skillfully hooked three feathers from the quiver, first held two of them in his mouth, and then opened the string and put the arrow. As early as he took his bow and arrows, he had already locked on to his target like a falcon, his bowstring was full, and the arrows flew out of the string. Immediately, there was a scream on the horseback in front of him, and the figure of the arrow thief shook for a while, and he fell headlong.

The sudden change frightened the other thieves.

"He, he's not dead."

"Zhao Manzi was shot to death, Zhao Manzi was shot to death."

"Run, run for your life..."

There was a rush of coaxing, and suddenly there were two string sounds in succession, and the crowd soon seemed to be quiet.

Zu Zhao held a bow in one hand and a reins in the other, and easily jumped over the two corpses in front of him as he steered his mount. When the three arrows hit, there was a sudden excitement in his chest, and when he was about to reach out again to get the arrows, he did not expect that one of the riders galloping away in front of him suddenly grabbed the reins and turned the horse's head unexpectedly.

"Escort the master first, let someone come and take the head of this thief!" The man roared viciously, full of breath.

Zu Zhao slowed down his horse slightly, and subconsciously glanced back, only to find that in order to chase this wave of thieves, Shicai had unknowingly separated from the large army, and now he was alone. Not far from the rear, all the sons and daughters are still fighting with other thieves, but Zu Ji, Gongsun Long and others are still desperately rushing to this side, but it is a pity that the steps are difficult, and they still need to get rid of the siege on the left and right.