"Wait!" Mu Hanzhang busy call the right guard, speech very fast, "camp around has ordered to hit the stakes, let the soldiers quickly trip horse rope bolted to the stakes."
The Right Guard froze at his words and turned to run toward the outside of the face.
Mu Hanzhang turned his head to the Left Guard and said, "What are the chances of the foot soldiers winning against the cavalry?"
The Left Guard said quietly, "Cavalry is only about speed, three infantrymen can take on one cavalryman."
Mu Hanzhang heard slightly nodded: "On the number they have a great chance of winning, but the enemy attacked the camp, avoid panic, the right guard impulsive, quickly go to the deployment of troops, divided into eight parties to guard in the tripping rope, the camp for the quadrilateral, the four sides of the fifty zhang."
The Left Guard clasped his fists, "Yes, sir!"
Zhao Meng with his troops just entered the Shengjing Pass was shut down, a large number of soldiers on the mountain, armed with scimitar, specializing in cutting the hooves of the horses, forcing them to continue to run forward, while walking and killing, which know that not only this road is not only heavy troops, and everywhere dangerous, rolling stones, traps, nails and thorns, all the way to the end of the suffering they ate all the time.
"General!" The Yue riding lieutenant helped Zhao Meng, they just passed a rolling stone formation, even Zhao Meng was injured, so they stopped at the same place to rest a little, "Now we have traveled for so long, and we have only gotten out less than ten miles, how is it going to be good!"
Zhao Meng breathed a sigh of relief, there is an ambush in front of him, there are pursuers behind him, a dilemma. Suddenly remembered the words of the military division, busy scooped out the second brocade bag, open a look, written on the eight big words "the sea of bitterness, turn back to the shore".
"What does this mean?" Yue riding lieutenant full of confusion, how the military division wrote a Zen saying, now the situation is critical, let how to guess?
Zhao Meng rubbed a handful of his beard, carefully thinking about his current situation, obviously the southwest king set up a trap in a jar trick, since the military division left this sentence, it must be calculated that he will fall into the trap, reminding him to turn back in time. The foot soldiers are still outside the door, these cavalry can not afford to wear out, must go back to lead the foot soldiers back.
Zhao Meng, who had finally calmed down, quickly rolled over and mounted his horse: "All generals, listen to the order, quickly turn back to Shengjing Pass!"
Jing Shao rushed into the pass with his soldiers and horses, and a group of southwestern troops quickly surged down from the mountain, tightening the reins and shouting, "Cavalry first, foot soldiers cross swords!" Sounding out with internal power, his voice was like a bell, shocking the four directions.
Xiao Hei stood up and hissed, quickly rushed to the first, the horses behind followed it also accelerated the speed, behind the pawns heard, the spear holders quickly backed up, the sword holders to the sides of the rush a few paces, "brushing and pulling" cross swords facing the enemy soldiers. Swooping down from the mountain, the impact is full, the curved sword is only good at cutting the horse's hooves, can't defeat the broadsword full of sharp edges, the Southwest Army that rushed to the front directly hit the mouth of the sword.
For a time, there was a series of miserable screams, and blood mist filled the sky!
In the long line of infantry, this part of the dragon head is Jing Shao's personal guards, so the order is forbidden, and the cooperation is tacit. The soldiers with swords cut down the enemy soldiers at the front, and then quickly retreat, the soldiers with spears quickly went up, and firmly restrain those soldiers with curved swords, the mountain road is narrow, there are not many soldiers who can directly face the enemy, but the Southwest Army wants to win by trickery, and the number of them is not too many.
Jing Shao led the army and battle, along the way, corpses everywhere, rubble, abandoned armor, spikes countless, small black talent knows himself to avoid obstacles, other horses are not this ability. Le horse to make pawns first clean up the battlefield, not long to see the front of the dust and smoke rolling, see Zhao Meng with a large group of cavalry dusty face rushed over.
"Your Highness!" Zhao Meng was thrilled to see Jing Shao.
Jing Shao looked at him with cold eyes, seeing that his armor was tattered, when he had suffered some injuries, "Give this marshal a roll back to the camp, sweeping the Shengjing Pass, then go back to clean up!"
Zhao Meng immediately color change when he heard, dismounted and knelt on the ground, "The last general is reckless, willing to be punished, but the king as a marshal, when guarding the camp, I implore the marshal to give the last general another chance ...... "
"Report~" Before Zhao Meng could finish, the soldier who reported the news rode a fast horse all the way through the mountains and sea, and the army gave way in unison.
"Greetings Marshal, more than a thousand cavalrymen raided the camp!" The messenger's voice was panicked.
"What!" Jing Shao's eyes widened, as if struck by lightning, the cavalry all outside, the raid on the camp must have suffered heavy casualties, and, his Jun Qing was still there!
"Your Majesty, cavalry is not beneficial on this mountain path, I will lead the foot soldiers first!" Zhao Meng took the opportunity to stand up.
Jing Shao gave him a deep look and quickly turned his horse around, "Cavalry at your command, quickly return to the camp!" Without half a word, he led the majority of the cavalry on a dusty journey.
Mu Hanzhang stood outside the tent looking not far away, dust and smoke rolled, came with a fierce,,, obviously not good.
"Whinny~~~" that group of raiders really didn't concentrate on attacking the camp, but divided into east, west, and south, each attacking in the shape of a sharp cone. The speed was too fast, and they were tripped by the tripwire in succession, the ones in front of them fell down, and the ones behind them would be tripped by the horses in front of them, and there was a succession of neighing sounds. The eight sides of foot soldiers quickly gathered into six sides, quietly watching those horses fall.
Soon, the back of the realization of the trip wire, they slowed down the marching speed, one, two, ten ...... soldiers and horses one after another to cross the rope, there are holding a large sword on the horse swinging the sword, cut it off, the back of the I.V. have to follow the example of the I.V. Not long ago, the rope was destroyed. The enemy I.V. is like the rapids leaking through the fingers, turning into ice cones, stabbing straight into the formation of foot soldiers, a time of shouting and killing the sound of the sky.
Jing Shao jerked his horse's hips, faster, faster, not daring to be distracted to think about where all this is coming from, and not daring to imagine what kind of condition Jun Qing is in at this moment.
Feeling the Lord's urgency, Xiao Hei spread his four hooves and galloped wildly, leaving the soldiers and horses behind him far behind, and rushing off in a hurry.
Cavalry against foot soldiers actually does not account for much advantage, and even if a cavalry against three foot soldiers, is also a great loss, Mu Hanzhang frowned at these so desperate to kill, but why?
"Whoosh ~" Mu Hanzhang was startled, subconsciously sidestepped and dodged, a handful of arrows penetrated the center tent through the place where he just stood. Looking up, full of flowing arrows, these are not cavalry, but the bow and horse soldiers!
Cavalry on foot soldiers is not an advantage, even if it is a pair of three is also very uneconomical, but if it is a bow and horse soldiers, the arrows are extremely lethal, which can indeed make the camp casualties increased, but the soldiers who will ride and shoot are elite soldiers, Southwest King of the blood of the original attack on the camp, there must be a purpose, and this purpose ......
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!" Countless arrows shot towards the center tent, Mu Hanzhang vaguely felt that this purpose, perhaps it is him! Turned around and quickly ran towards more places, arrows can not be close to attack, the closer the more difficult to be hurt.
"Army Master be careful!" The Right Guard turned around to see Mu Hanzhang dodging stray arrows, and yanked him to his side, shoving a short sword at him, "Mo leave!"
Mu Hanzhang put his sword across his body and raised it to block the spear that was swung down from the horse, and the Right Guard slashed across his sword, instantly cutting down the arm that was holding the spear and lifting the horse's stomach with one foot.
"Ah ~" the horse screamed miserably and fell off his horse, and the foot soldiers on the side immediately added a knife to cut him to death.
"The military division is really a full talent!" Giving him the short sword was just a precautionary measure, but he didn't expect that the military division would really know two strokes, that the sword was precise, the moves were concise, even though it lacked internal support, the skill was unambiguous.
Mu Hanyang hooked his lips and smiled, and did not answer, and the right guardian back against each other. His meridians are fragile practice can not martial arts, but does not prevent him from practicing even these skills, in order to not let himself become a sick child, coupled with the practice of martial arts is really yearning, Mu Hanzhang often secretly see his father practicing the sword and play the gun, will be the strokes one by one to remember down, the evening of their own courtyard secretly practicing, day by day, they practiced some of the strokes of the life preservation, the body is also gradually getting better.
Cavalry raid, in swiftness, now being slowed down, and unable to find the target of attack, being drowned by the mountain and sea of foot soldiers, gradually extinguished their sharpness, and were eliminated one by one.
Mu Hanzhang just breathed a sigh of relief, not far from the horse hooves once again, the heart suddenly tightened, looked up, black horse silver armor, a ride from the sky dust, pursed lips slowly hooked, his little spoon came back!
Jing Shao clamped the horse's stomach towards the camp rushed, far away from the chaos, closer and closer, dressed in green in a group of dark soldiers is that kind of conspicuous, a short knife with blood by Mu Huanzhang grip hand, but to give a kind of that in fact is a long xiaojiao illusion. See him safe and sound, a mention of the heart of the throat finally fell down, Jing Shao can not help but grinning, towards his own Wangfei ran.
At this time, a sudden change, a ride behind the hidden tent of the enemy soldiers suddenly leaped out, toward the green shirt long shirt Mu Hanzhang waved a long knife.
"Jun Qing!" Jing Shao only felt that his heart was clenched up fiercely, and watched as the long knife and huge blade swung at the unarmed, blood splattered, only to feel that the sky and earth suddenly grayed out, and only that splash of blood stood out and pierced the red!
"No~" hissed and rushed forward, Jing Shao pulled out the long sword on his waist, and cut off the head of the horse's with a click, and suddenly blood splattered three feet! Xiao Hei raised his hooves and kicked the half-standing horse heavily away, revealing the horse behind.
"Warlord!" The Right Guardian yelled back in shock and anger, reaching for it, but there was faster than his hand.
Jing Shao leapt off his horse in a hurry and hugged him into his arms, his eyes red and his voice trembling, "Junqing, Junqing!"
"Well ......" Mu Hanzhang grunted in pain, covering his injured shoulder, blood gurgling down from between his slender white fingers, hooking up his somewhat whitened lips and laughing, "A small injury, don't rush... ...Hey!"
Jing Shao looked at the place where the blood kept bubbling up, his heart ached beyond words, and he picked up his arms across his body and headed toward the king's tent, shouting, "Find a military doctor, quick!"
Not having to care about protecting the military division, the right guard raised his sword and cursed, "Damn, dare to hurt the military division, kill!"
"Kill~" the soldiers sniffed and rushed towards the few remaining cavalry.
"Junqing ......," Jing Shao kept calling out to his arms, afraid that he would pass out.
"Little spoon, nothing, don't be afraid." Mu Hanzhang leaned into his arms, this injury is just a superficial wound, would have liked to laugh at this guy for making a fuss, but the arm that felt the hold on his own slightly trembled, finally could not bear to be harsh, with a bloodied hand holding his softly comforted.