"There are ambushes ahead! The Kazakhs are going to kill everyone cleanly. Everyone is fighting against these Kazakhs raised by the dog girls!"

Seeing the large group of cavalry suddenly rushed out of the dark shadow in front and the scattered soldiers who were still fleeing, they found that the Kazakhs behind were obviously not as many as those who rushed out in front, and even less crazy than those in front. Just the fat man who was dancing around with a knight spear and almost came down from his horse, he knew that these people were all crazy.

"I would rather fight for a murderer than touch a madman!" What's more, a madman who charges with hundreds of cavalrymen.

Found that there was no way out in front of him, the Roman Empire behind turned around and rushed towards the Kazakh light cavalry hunting behind him. The Kazakhs did not know who was ambushing the army ahead. Although the Kazakhs were brave and good at fighting, there were only one hundred people after all, and they were immediately attacked by the defeated Roman Empire soldiers who suddenly turned around.

"puff!"

The fat man was the first to rush into the Kazakh ranks, and his spear pierced through the throat of a Kazakh with a slight stance, and he broke another nearby Kazakh light cavalry by a broom.

"Bang!"

In the surprise and horror of the Kazakhs, the three hundred cavalrymen following the fat man stabbed into the Kazakhs like a sharp sword. The cold light flashed, the flesh and blood flew everywhere, and the heads rolled. Many Kazakhs were knocked off the horse by the sudden arrival of cavalry. Three swords were fought with one sword, and the unprepared Kazakhs were immediately stunned.

I thought it was my own ambush that actually hit his own queue. Just as I was about to say hello, Xueliang's long sword slashed over his neck, especially the first fat man who rushed in was even more brave. An ordinary spear used by the knight to sprint out white arcs in his hand, and the Kazakhs around him fell down. Either a big hole was pierced in his throat and blood was scattered out, or even his neck and head flew into the sky. But the headless body had to shake a few times before it would fall off the horse.

The Kazakhs, who have always regarded killing blood as their glory, couldn't help but shudder when they saw the fat man's killing method. The Kazakhs are also humans, and no one wants to provoke such a madman who likes to kill, and they all stumble around the mad fat man.

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

The defeated Roman Empire troops who were fighting against the attack nearby also came back to their senses, and looked at the already slaughtered Kazakh cavalry and surrounded them.

"The tower fortification is over. The Kazakh army, who had been wandering outside the city the evening before yesterday, suddenly attacked the eastern wall of the tower as if crazy. The brothers were caught off guard. No one expected that the Kazakhs would be so crazy and rushed up against their own bodies.

The spear was broken and changed the knife. When the knife was cut, it picked up the weapon from the corpse beside him and then went on. The blood was spurted out from the fallen corpses, flowing out from the fallen corpses, and it was rushing under his feet. The slippery people couldn't stand firmly. The dead bodies were piled up with the city roads and could not even insert their feet.

At noon today, the cowards in the eighth team defending the East Wall could not bear it anymore, and they fucked it this afternoon. By night, our brothers from the West Wall were left to carry the Kazakhs alone!”

The bearded man's crying suddenly paused, and immediately burst into heart-wrenching screams, which shocked the fat man.

"Brothers died so wronged! If my subordinates had not agreed to General Saka to bring everyone back alive, I would have died at the top of the Iron Tower City to accompany everyone!"

The fat man cried like this for the first time when he saw a big man, especially a man with a lot of beards. The bearded man was wearing a set of light-scaled knights and claimed to be the deputy leader of the Sixth Banner regiment and pulled the Baron.

The bearded man's body was stained with blood, but he didn't know whether it was his own or his enemy's.

The fat man even thought maliciously that this guy was infected when he pretended to be dead, right?

The bearded man with disheveled hair showed gritting hatred on his face, and his scattered hair was mixed with a few yellow weeds on the roadside, as embarrassed as a prodigal dog.

It seems that when the two armies were fighting, he was in the defeated army that was so panicked like a mouse that he hid in the haystack, but he was still very excited and very aggrieved. He cried so heart-wrenchingly, and was moved by the sky and earth, which was even more unfair than Dou E.

A bearded man hugged his thigh and wiped it with tears in 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's the matter? This is a fucking good person and something happened."

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

"There are really talents in the army of the Roman Empire!" The fat man looked at the bearded man who held his thighs with his hands. He cried in shock, and the soldiers nearby were infected with grief and anger.

But the fat man found that the bearded man didn't see a few tears. He only saw a pair of big watery eyes staring at him with grievance. If a beautiful woman looked at him like this, the fat man would definitely be very happy. However, when a bearded man looked at him with big watery eyes like a resentful woman, the fat man was disgusted and had a rash on his body and his heart was shivering.

"This guy is not sick, right?" The fat man's eyes swept over the heads of the defeated soldiers around him. There were at least a thousand people, and there were a large area of ​​darkness. His faces were filled with fear and lost. There was a little bit of fierce fighting with the Kazakhs for a day and a night.

If the bearded man really said so tragic, it would be great to see about a hundred people now. There is still such a large number of people left there. Looking at the scene of being driven away by the Kazakhs just now, I guess the first one to run away might not be the Eighth Banners. The fat knight really misunderstood the bearded man. The first one to run away was really from the Eighth Banners, but it is hard to say whether the second one is.

The fat man sorted out the thoughts in his mind and glanced at the faces of the Roman Empire soldiers around him. The Roman Empire soldiers who looked at him all lowered their heads in shame. This invincible feeling made the fat man feel very happy.

"Yeah, you mean, Kazakhstan launched an offensive the evening before yesterday? Are you sure it was the evening before yesterday?"

The fat man, who was so nervous, suddenly remembered the words of the bearded Knight just now. The pride just now immediately looked like a deflated ball, completely gone, and he felt a chill behind his back.

"Isn't it the evening before yesterday that I ambushed the Kazakh cavalry? It's not that my ambush was really known by the Kazakhs!"

The fat man has basically figured out the whole story now. He probably attacked the Kazakh squadron going south. As a result, he didn't know why the Kazakh troops knew about it and launched a large-scale revenge on the tower fortress.

"Yes, I remember very clearly. Even the evening before yesterday, I didn't know what the Kazakhs were stimulated. They gathered ten squadrons of troops to attack the eastern wall of the tower, and they were chattering in their mouths, shouting why the prince took revenge! They all fought with their brothers like chicken blood. You didn't see that blood,,,,,"

The bearded man seemed to be very excited by the fat man's words in the evening. He knew that if he didn't say it was a bit exaggerated, he might be chopped off as a deserter!

I immediately used my bloody imagination and wanted to say that I was a tragic hero who killed the entire Kazakh army by myself, and then ended up being betrayed by my own people.

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

The bearded man blinked with awkward expression, and found that he had just said too quickly, too devoted and too passionate, and didn't even pay attention to what he said: "This,,,,,"

Seeing the fat man asking himself with a serious face, thinking that if he could not find someone to surrender this time, he would be afraid that it would not take long to either die under the knife of the Kazakhs or be expelled from the military by the Ministry of Military Affairs. At that time, no one would take in a knight like him who was in the name of the shame of defeat and escape.

People are always very clever when they are in danger. Looking at the fat man's murderous gaze, the bearded man quickly imitated the Kazakh tone and said strangely, and the tone really tastes like a Kazakh.

"It seems like a prince of Hazards. The situation was too chaotic at that time. Kazakh was difficult to speak. I really only heard this little!"

"Prince of Kazakhstan! The son of the eagle among the Kazakh population, deputy commander of the Kazakh Guard."

The fat man was still chewing on the monster name of Hazard in the mouth of the beard. The strange uncle around him, the spearman Iron Dragon, came up from behind with a war horse. He just collided with the Kazakh light cavalry. Except for the fat man, no one dared to mess with him, but this strange uncle who was skillful in swinging his sword on the horse was like a smoother than on the ground.

"Sons of the Eagle! No wonder they are all heavy cavalrymen. It seems that they are important figures of the Kazakhs!"

The fat man's mind flashed through the Kazakh commander who was ambushed by himself and still refused to surrender. He waved the gorgeous scimitar inlaid with sapphires with a tragic look, and the scene of attacking the narrow intersection of the mountain road. The look of Xiao Sha was going to die really had a bit of an eagle.
Chapter completed!