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At this moment, I suddenly heard a noise in the convoy. A horse suddenly rushed out of the convoy and ran towards the under the mound. Several people chased out for a few steps and retreated, just cursing loudly. Gao Chong was shocked: "No, the horse was shocked, it was really unlucky."

The horse had already run to the person who was scolding. The man had a blank bargain and jumped up in joy. He ran over and led the horse in two steps. When he walked to the horse, he shouted and turned a person out of the horse's belly. The refugee leader was lifted onto the horse's back. When he was about to struggle, his neck was cold and he was pressed by the blade, and he felt a little painful. He heard in his ears: "You must live and die." He had to lie on the horse's back honestly.

It turned out that the horse was not an empty horse. The spy hid in a saddle and hung obliquely on the side of the horse. From the grass, he looked like a shocking horse. Li Rui returned to the camp and slapped the leader to the ground and threw it into a mess. Until then, the thousands of people below woke up like a dream, cursing loudly, and the sound seemed to be thunderous. Li Rui did not return to the team, urging the horse to rush back to the opponent's formation, bent his bow and shot and killed two small leaders in front. Everyone below could not stand the teasing, and without waiting for the row to be finished, he rushed up with a shout, and the leaders could not stop shouting loudly. They were also rushed up with a wrap.

Li Rui returned to the convoy, but saw everyone wearing helmets and armor, and swords and guns were unsheathed. Even Secretary Gao, who usually claims to be elegant, wore a fish-scale armor on his body and a jade sword in his hand. More than ten small cars were placed between the vehicles, full of firewood and grass, and the smell of tinder oil came to his nose. The drivers and servants on the inside of the convoy were trembling nervously with long spears in their hands, biting wood in their mouths. The elite soldiers of the Black Cloud City who were usually proud of themselves were calm and calm, and some even had fierce eyes, subconsciously licking their lips, as if they were thirsty.

Wang Qinian smiled at him with praise, raised his arms and waved it downwards. The sound of the gong was loud, and then a whistle sound came from below. The soldiers heard a scream. The soldiers heard the crossbow machine that had been spared. The servants took the crossbow machine and sent the crossbow machine with arrows to the soldiers. After shooting two waves of crossbow arrows, the archers also stepped forward to shoot the last wave of bow arrows. The chaotic people in the front rushed to less than 20 steps away. The arms waving their weapons, their ragged clothes, and their mouths were wide open. They did not know whether to curse or shout, revealing their white teeth, as if they were about to pounce on and bite. The crying and cursing of the wounded who fell to the ground and were trampled on. Although Gao Chong had experienced many battles, he also felt that he was not in the world.

"Light!" A shout beside him pulled Gao Chong out of that trance feeling. He only saw the firewood balls on the cart being lit. Then he pushed them with the handle of the spear, and the cart rolled down the slope. The firewood balls poured with tinder oil burned quickly and suddenly turned into a big fireball. The flames rushed up as high as two people. The people rushing up immediately became a mess. The people with fireballs in front turned and dodged back, but were blocked by the people behind and could not move forward. The people without fireballs in front saw that there was no one on the left and right, and the people behind hesitated. However, the people behind did not see them and continued to rush up, squeezing the people in front to the ground and trampling on each other.

Everyone was in a mess, and the fireball was rolling fast. Dozens of people were covered in fire and rolling around on the ground, seeing that they were no longer alive. Several fireballs were blocked by the wounded on the ground and stopped rolling. The injured suddenly stopped and were burned to death. The crackling sound of the burnt body came from his ears. When he smelled the burning fragrance of human flesh, Gao Chong felt a tumbling in his stomach, and almost spit out the rice he had just eaten.

At this time, he heard the sound of drums. The fang soldiers beside him shook the flag a few times and heard the sound of horse hooves. The cavalry at the end rushed out of the passage left by the soldiers just now. After a distance of more than ten steps, they increased their speed and rushed down the passage rolling out of the fireball. Then the soldiers in armored black clouds also walked out of the gap between the vehicles and lined up in two rows, slowly moving forward like forests.

Wang Qinian pulled out his horizontal sword, put on his helmet, turned around and said to Gao Chong, "Brother Gao, the matter of the battle formation belongs to me, and the affairs of the camp belongs to you, please help me!" After saying that, he turned over and the horse, Gao Chong's answer came from behind: "Don't worry, Erlang, the battle formation belongs to me, take care of it."

Yang Gonggong leaned on a short spear with one hand, and rubbed his clothes with his clothes with difficulty to wipe his swollen eyes. He thought: "Who are these businessmen? First, they had crossbows, and they were as dense as raindrops. The two brothers at hand could not get up after being beaten. If it weren't for the ancestors' appearance, they had tripped and had a hole in their body, and there was a fireball behind them. They were quick to dodge, otherwise they would probably be like the burning and charred corpses next to them."

At this moment, he suddenly saw Zhao San next to him growing his mouth, looking very surprised. Then an arrow shot into Zhao San's mouth and emerged from the back of his neck. He was taken down like a torn burlap bag. Yang Gonggong turned around and saw a group of black-clad cavalry rushing out of the smoke in front of him, waving his horse's spear and sword with a fierce look. He was about to pick up his short spear, but when his neck tightened, he fell to the ground by a huge impact. Seeing two black horse hooves falling to his chest, he fainted.

Li Rui threw down the lasso in his hand, skillfully pulled the reins, and let the horse step over the man just now. Their cavalry were all fighting old battles, with great experience, and ignored those enemies who were not hit by fireballs and could maintain a good team shape. He just cut down and shot down individuals who were trying to resist, and drove those chaotic people who fled back and were almost scared to the enemy formation that was still in good order. They just accelerated from time to time and shot forward or killed the guys who were pulling them behind. Some even used the fireballs that were still burning in the horses and rivers to throw them onto the dense heads of the chaotic people, making the people who were already scared to death even more crazily squeezed towards their friendly forces, and some even used the weapons in their hands to chop up the companions blocking the way so that they could be further away from the group of horse-riding devils behind.

Screams, cry for help, and the muffled sound of the broken bones of the people who were trampled on the ground gathered into an indescribable sound. When the group of soldiers from the black clouds walked out of the camp, there were only fifty or sixty chaotic people on the slope who were in a dilemma. They saw the twelve-foot long stairs coming over like a forest, and they threw down their weapons and lie on the ground begging for mercy. They were immediately surrounded and stabbed to death on the slope.

Li Sheer nervously grabbed the whip in his hand, and his fingernails had already scratched the palms and bleeding. He stared at the battlefield below and thought to himself, "This time I got the news, there was a big fat sheep. If I snatched it this winter, I won't have to worry about food and clothing. The four largest groups of refugees in a hundred miles united, and even the man-eating demon king Qin Zongquan had not eaten it back then, Qijiazhuang agreed to send 300 people. I was afraid that there would be too many people to be divided, but I didn't expect that the caravan was so hard. Not to mention the strong crossbows, armor, long spears, and dozens of cavalrymen even had armor, even the entire Haozhou City could not get these dozens of armored cavalry. Not to mention the hundreds of cavalrymen who could shoot from left to right, the hundreds of infantrymen pressed down behind, the armor on their bodies, and the stair spears in their hands,
Chapter completed!