: The Enemy ()

"Zhou Tong, prepare."

Zhuo Bufan lowered his voice and said, "The situation is not good, the Tartars' bows and arrows are accurate, and he is not a martial arts master. If he really doesn't care about it, he will definitely finish it. Fortunately, we have the Chinese magical iron cloth shirt, but of course, this iron cloth shirt is not practiced on himself."

Zhou Tonghan immediately came down, and his iron cloth shirt had a certain degree of heat. Logically speaking, it was no problem to prevent the knife and axe from chopping, and the bow and arrow should be able to be defended. But then again, who can practice the iron cloth shirt and let people shoot it with the bow and arrow. So, he himself didn't know whether it was OK. Regardless of whether it was OK or not, this human shield should still be used, otherwise the young master would not be able to spare himself, let alone the prime minister and his wife would not be able to spare him, even he would be sorry for the rice and grain he had eaten over the years.

He silently used his magical skills in his heart, and nodded at the same time, staring at the Tartar soldiers. As long as the opponent has a full bow, he has to rush out.

But at this moment, the Tartar leader roared a few times. Several Tartar soldiers who were about to shoot arrows put down their bows and arrows and drew out scimitars. Most of the Tartar soldiers on the threshing ground rushed out. Fifty or sixty Tartar soldiers rushed over, obviously, they wanted to catch a living person.

Zhuo Bufan suddenly laughed, inserted the knife in his hand to the ground, and actually sat on the top of the mound, looking at the tiger and wolf soldiers rushing towards him not far away. As soon as the Tartar soldiers entered the state of rushing, they seemed to be crazy. Although they were a little surprised by Zhuo Bufan's actions, they still rushed over. Seeing that there were still twenty or thirty steps away from Zhuo Bufan, the Tartar soldiers suddenly heard the familiar sound of horse hooves. This was the sound of hundreds of war horses sprinting, and it would be fine.

The Tartar soldiers rushing in front felt that it was dark in front. The Dahua soldiers were sitting alone and suddenly a row of angry faces appeared on the slope of the Dahua soldiers. Then, the horse's heads were blowing hot nostrils, and then the sharp machetes in the hands of the Dahua soldiers were neatly shaking their eyes in the sun.

These suddenly appeared gods of killing did not shout, and rode their horses in silence. The stunned Tartar soldiers opened their mouths and showed fear and forgot to shout. In the bright sunshine, when they raised their hooves and rushed past Zhuo Bufan, against the backdrop of his calm smile, everything seemed to be still, and a sense of silence appeared instantly. Until the bright sword light flashed by.

A series of screams of despair, then a series of crispness of broken flesh, and blood-red like splashing summer flowers.

The tragic scream was a cry of despair that was powerless when the blade cut into his body. There was nothing more cruel than the slashing of cold weapons. Zhuo Bufan once again witnessed the bloody battle, no, it was a massacre. And this time, he no longer had the disgust and fear of witnessing the bloody first time. At this time, he felt more about the cruelty of this primitive war and the sorrow of the instant withering of life. If he could choose, he really didn't want to see this scene again, but he also knew that if the era he had guessed before was true, he might only see more bloody and cruel reality in the future.

He looked at the Tartar soldiers who were instantly caught in the iron hoof and rushed over crazily just now, and truly realized that as an ordinary human individual, he was too fragile in this scene. His trip to the battlefield seemed to be smooth. Looking back, he had some luck and some game psychology. Maybe he still regarded this real war as a familiar computer game in his heart. Looking back, he was a little scared.

Zhuo Bufan looked at the wind in front of him, but thought a lot in his mind. Before he could think carefully, the battle was over. A short attack of just a few dozen steps left dozens of bloody corpses of Tartars, few of which had strong limbs and didn't even need to finish the knife. The Tartar cavalry who fought on all sides on horseback were like pulling out their teeth when they got off the horse. Today, they were killed by these Dahua cavalry who temporarily turned into cavalry, which was also considered a cause and effect.

Several Tartars who were far away escaped by chance and had already jumped on the back of the horse. Xing Tianhu had already ordered the quest to stop the pursuit. This sudden attack was very successful, with only a few people sucking their arms and legs. However, on the other side of the village was a brigade of the Tartars, with nearly a thousand horses stationed. Only two hundred cavalry on his side would be eaten by the Tartars if they were accidentally eaten. Xing Tianhu was obviously good at leading the troops. With the order, the horse team stopped neatly, and almost no one spoke from beginning to end. After stopping, everyone showed excitement on their faces and was immersed in the pleasure of killing the enemy. Zhuo Bufan saw it and couldn't help but wonder, Dahua's soldiers and generals were not soft persimmons, why have they been defeated repeatedly in battles and defeated over the years?

The perfect assault was already over. According to common sense, Zhuo Bufan, who was at a disadvantage, quickly retreated and waited for the Zhuo family army brigade. However, an unexpected situation caused these Dahua soldiers to stir up. The Tartar soldiers who escaped by chance were galloping wildly. They were passing by the women on the threshing ground. They bent down and pulled their swords with their hands. Several Dahua women fell in a pool of blood.

At this moment, the soldiers of Dahua who were originally immersed in the pleasure of killing the enemy exploded, and the red eyes in front of them were about to chase them. Fortunately, several sergeant commanders who led the team tried their best to stop them, and Xing Tianhu hurriedly rushed to the front of the team to stop them. In fact, these soldiers have killed civilians and even women and children in recent years, especially in recent years, with corrupt officials levying violent taxes and civil unrest, the soldiers guarding the western territory of Dahua have participated in the suppression of the rioters more than once. However, the alien Tartars in front of them were slaughtering unarmed Han women and children, which was completely different. They even felt that their sisters were killed.

"Mr. Qian, let me kill them!"

"Please!"

Xing Tianhu gritted his teeth and shouted, "Stop it! No one is allowed to chase, and those who violate the orders will be killed!" Xing Tianhu also wished to chase after those damn Tartars to pieces. However, in addition to his passion, he also had a mind that matched the identity of President Qian. At the same time, he understood Zhuo Bufan's identity even more. It can be said that his and his brothers' lives are not as good as Jin Gui, the son of the left prime minister. What's more, Zhuo Bufan, as a playboy, led his brothers and the second-rate soldiers who could not get together, to fight such a joyful victory at Haishan Pass. Both public and private, he could not let General Zhuo Bufan make any mistakes.

Zhuo Bufan's face was also ashen. These Tartars were so fierce and cruel. They ran away desperately and had to take away a few lives. At this moment, after a slight delay, the Tartars had already rushed into the village and headed straight to the west of the village, and could no longer catch up.

"Dear brothers," Zhuo Bufan said slowly but firmly: "I promise you that no one of these damn Tartars would ever escape from the pass."

The soldiers immediately calmed down. Although they didn't know how the young general could achieve this guarantee and catch up with these four-legged beasts, after the battle of Haishan Pass, the mighty general had already impressed them. It can be said that these more than 200 brothers were rescued by Zhuo Bufan from the Iron Tatar Cavalry. The general hoped to be promoted and made a fortune, and the soldiers who licked blood on the knife most wanted was to follow a "reliable" general. What is reliable is to know that the lives of the soldiers are also life. Killing the enemy in battle will inevitably lead to death and injury, but if you die, don't be frustrated. It's that simple.

The development of the situation later was a striking situation. The Tartars were originally frightened birds. No matter how fierce they were, they knew that the thousand remaining soldiers could not delay their deep entry into Dahua Pass. The fleeing Tartar soldiers rushed out of the village houses, some of whom were not well-dressed, and they all got on their horses and rushed towards the west brigade. Soon, the Tartar camp became turbulent, and Zhuo Bufan and others also finished reorganizing, watching the situation of the Tartars vigilantly. If the opponent counterattacked, they had to avoid the edge and run away first.

There was also a not too high earth slope in the west of the village. At this time, dozens of cavalry including the Yellow-robed Tartar General had just rushed up the earth slope and looked at Zhuo Bufan.

Zhuo Bufan saw the special yellow battle robe. Looking from a distance, it was just a small yellow dot. It was probably impossible for the other party to see him. However, he felt that there was a sharp confrontation in his sight, as if he had already fallen into the other party's eyes. This yellow robe general was not simple, but he could control the remaining soldiers and did not flee in a hurry. If he were placed in the Dahua Army, he would have scattered in a long time. Xing Tianhu, Zhou Tong and others stood quietly, and the Tartars began to line up, which made them a little nervous. However, Zhuo Bufan did not speak, that was, it was not time to retreat. On the slope of the east end of the village of the Tartars, two hundred cavalry cavalry were neatly lined up, with swords standing in the sun, as if they were in a long battle with the Tartar camp. However, if you look down from a high place, the strength of both sides was clear at a glance.

On the earth slope at the west end of the village, the yellow robe will put down the strange slender brass cylinder in his hand. In this diorama, the young commander on the other side was clearly visible. The yellow robe smiled bitterly, not knowing whether he was feeling deeply for the other side's commander being so young or regretting that he could not counterattack and eliminate the other side. He had already discovered that the other side was just a small team and was confident that he could catch up with the Dahua cavalry within two hours to destroy them. However, he was not sure whether he would encounter more Dahua troops. If this team could catch up, the troop would not be far away. Once the consequences were too serious, he would not be able to lose.

The yellow robe waved his arm weakly, and the horn of the Tartar camp sounded. The Tartars that had been lined up began to move out in an orderly and quickly, heading westward, and quickly disappeared behind the earth slope.

Zhuo Bufan breathed a sigh of relief, and Zhou Tong and Xing Tianhu did touch the cold sweat on their foreheads at the same time.
Chapter completed!