Water Margin: Lu Bu sits on Mount Liang

Chapter 537 Liao Cavalry
People roar and horses neigh.

Under the rolling clouds, arrows criss-crossed in the air, and the whirling and falling arrow clusters made a sound of piercing the air.

"Stand up your shield!"

The shields were raised diagonally upwards. Occasionally, arrow clusters passed between the two shields, causing a scream. Blood flowed out on the cold and hard ground, and the smell of blood rushed straight to the nose.

"Disperse!"

The charging Yelu Mawu shouted and stuck close to the horses. A group of men and horses rushed forward and drew an arc in front of the shield wall. The arrows pierced into the empty ground where the cavalry passed. The exposed arrow feathers were trembling slightly. Occasionally, sporadic arrows scratched the fur of the war horses, leaving traces of blood. There were also soldiers who were unlucky enough to be shot off their horses. Their heads were broken and their necks were crooked while running at high speed. For a moment, they did not know what arrows caused their deaths. Still a surprise.

"Everyone raise their arrows, here we go again!"

Hua Rong stood in the archer formation with an ugly expression. Behind the Liao cavalry who quickly turned from both sides, a second group of cavalry was revealed. Under the call of the first general, they increased their horse speed and rushed towards the battle formation here.

The flying arrows were just like before, and the slender black shadows flashed alternately in the air. When they fell, sporadic blood flowers bloomed occasionally in the formations of both sides. Then the turning cavalry army made way for the cavalry of the third team to charge. Come.

"We can't go on like this..." Si Dian, who was standing in the formation, looked at the left side of the battle line with a dark face: "The Liao army's attack is just a tactic to exhaust the troops... Damn it, bully me and wait for the lack of cavalry. !”

Under the skylight, the tight formation began to move. The soldiers holding shields moved forward and began to disperse. Hua Rong from behind narrowed his eyes when he saw this, clenched the bow with his fingers, and suddenly roared: "Huang Xin commands the archers, I'll go there." Come on." The combat boots kicked the horse's belly, and the white horse ran forward, moving quickly through the passage that the infantry in front left. His eyes were just looking at the approaching cavalry, and he was silently calculating the distance between the two sides.

"Let the striker on the left come forward?" Bian Xiang fiddled with the horn helmet on his head, his expression also a little ugly.

"I'm afraid the Liao army won't be what you and I think, but... try." He stood under the commander's banner and looked at it. The veins in the hand holding the battle ax were exposed, and he shouted loudly: "Let the left battle formation spread out. , move forward ten steps, waiting for an opportunity to engage in close combat with the Liao cavalry! "

Amidst the roar, the soldiers who delivered the order waved their flags. The third formation of Liao cavalry over there finished shooting and left just like the previous two times. The following cavalry remained the same, and Yelu Mawu's flag appeared at the rear again, waiting. Waiting for the cavalry in front to return in order to charge forward again.

Boom——

The sound of bow strings sounded, and arrows flew across the sky. The Liao cavalry commander who fired the arrow tilted his head slightly and just opened his mouth. A black shadow brushed the cheek of the cavalry in front and flew towards this side. The general was momentarily stunned. Unexpectedly, Fang took a breath with his open mouth, his eyes instantly became glazed over, blood shot out from his throat, the flying arrow was nailed to his throat, and the body fell from the horse in the incredulous eyes of the cavalry behind him.

"The other party's commander is dead, kill him——"

Hua Rong, who ran out of the infantry formation, shot the opposing general with an arrow. He roared, tightened the reins, and shot arrows continuously as the white horse ran. The Liao cavalry who were running in front suddenly fell off their horses one after another. The momentum suddenly stagnated. Cui Ye and Min Gong, the two commanders who were watching from the rear infantry formation, were overjoyed and shouted repeatedly, "Kill them!" "Hang on the cavalry!" Shouting and running forward.

The sound of horse hooves surged, and the cavalry who lost their command failed to turn around immediately. A voice shouted: "Kill these infantry!", the cavalry bow was put away, a long spear was raised in the front row, and the war horse spurted out The white smoke and the rumbling sound are getting closer and closer. The figures charging ahead can already see the ferocious expressions of the people on the horses. The eyes of Lu Bujun's infantry who are facing the other side have a ruthless look, bloodshot eyes are wrapped around them, and their slightly opened mouths suddenly open. Let out a loud shout.

"Ahhhhhh--" A voice of extreme fear rang out from the running figure. Under the sky, an arrow pierced the chest of the cavalryman holding the spear. Hua Rong looked at the swords and shields in the front row with sad eyes. Holding the horizontal knife in his hand, he hit the galloping horse. The thick blood splashed on the body and legs of the horse. The sharp horizontal knife was swung. Occasionally, the horse fell to the ground with serious injuries. The cavalry on the opposite side screamed crazily and thrust out the spear. , with the sound of the shield shattering, the figure behind him flew up.

The swordsman and shieldman in front delayed the momentum, and the spearman who followed behind raised his gun and stabbed wildly. From time to time, a war horse fell to the ground with a scream, and the knight on the horse was thrown away a few feet, before he could fall. The grotesque figure stood up, and the infantrymen of Lu Bu's army who followed fiercely thrust down their spears and nailed the man to the ground.

"A group of madmen..." Yelu Mawu took a breath of air from behind, raised his spear in his hand and raised it to the sky: "Use your feet to charge against your horse, these thieves are in their final struggle, kill those lambs!"

He rushed forward immediately, and in the fierce fighting, Cui Ye rode a war horse and stabbed left and right with a mixed iron gun. He was covered in blood. When he saw the flag of Yelu Mawu behind him moving forward, his eyes suddenly turned red, and with a few The soldiers rushed forward, and when they were approaching, they all took out their throwing axes and threw them in that direction. The axes cut into the horse's neck and immediately threw the knight on its back.

"die--"

Cui Ye yelled angrily, holding the mixed iron spear and stabbed Yelv Mawu. The young Khitan general opposite gave a cruel smile, waved his hand and pointed the mixed iron spear at him. There was a sound of gold and iron, and both of their arms were a little trembling. Damn, the hand that took back the spear was a beat too slow.

The soldiers following the two men were all experienced in battles, and the cavalry charge was not as dense as the infantry array. Upon seeing this, they quickly rushed to take advantage of the situation and wanted to take advantage of the situation to kill the other party. However, although the two men had weak arms, they were not easy to fight. generation.

"drink--"

"what--"

Two loud shouts sounded almost at the same time, and the oncoming soldiers were immediately forced away by spears. However, there were too few people on Cui Ye's side. Several spears rushed from both sides with the momentum of the horses. Cui Ye's soldiers were immediately pushed away. The spear was strung on the gun, and he ran forward with it.

Only Cui Ye roared in the opponent's formation and killed several people with one spear. Seeing this, Yelu Mawu reined in his horse, hung up his spear, turned around and fired an arrow into Cui Ye's back with a pop. Sanlishi's movement suddenly stopped, and several scimitars took advantage of the situation to slash through it. Sticky red blood flowed out from the cut armor. The brave warrior couldn't hold the mixed iron gun in his hand, and suddenly let go, and fell to the ground with a clang.

There was the sound of horse hooves running by, the figure holding a scimitar waved his arm, and a line of blood shot out from Cui Ye's neck. The tall and thick figure fell backward, splashing a cloud of dust.

"Pretending to be a hero..." Yelu Mawu curled his lips disdainfully, put away his bow, and picked up his spear again: "Kill them and let these people know that our Daliao cavalry are not only good at shooting, but also good at rushing into formations!"

(End of this chapter)