Chapter 11: The Sunset of the Long River, Section 41

"Surround it...... Surround it......" The war horse neighed, and its vigorous body rose into the air. Ma Chao grabbed the reins of the horse with one hand, waved the spear with the other, stared at the blood-red eyes, and roared hoarsely.

"Kill the iron head, surround him, kill him......" Ma Dai, Jiang Feng, and Jiang Jian each led a team of personal guards to ride, like four sharp arrows, destroying the withering and decaying, besieging on all sides.

The Qiang people are in a desperate situation, completely crazy, fighting for their lives and fighting back to the death. Jiang Feng, who was covered in blood, was like a bloodthirsty beast, and in the midst of a tragic roar, the war knife swept through the air with a trace of red blood, and a cloak head rose into the air, and a puff of steaming blood shot out in all directions.

Four spears fell from the sky, two inserted into the belly of the war horse, and two inserted into Jiang Feng's body.

The horse neighed in pain, and its huge body burst out with the last of its strength, crashing into the enemy horseman. The spear was tall, Jiang Feng's corpse flew up, and in the vast wind and snow, the blood beads in the sky turned into gorgeous blood flowers.

"Kill, kill......" Ma Chao's eyes were cracked, he couldn't wait to grow countless pairs of arms, he couldn't wait to have wings, and he couldn't wait to sweep away all the enemies with one shot.

"Kill me ......" The spear is like electricity, flying up and down, and the blocker is invincible. But after all, he only had one pair of hands and one gun, and he could only watch Jiang Feng fall to the ground, being instantly devoured by countless iron hooves.

The Iron Head and his men were disoriented, they rushed left and right, they cut down one enemy after another, but they couldn't see the way to break through.

"To the west, to the .........west," Iron Head shouted helplessly against the gray sky, praying that the gods of the West Sea would bless themselves and protect these struggling Qiang warriors.

Jiang Jian and the soldiers fought head-on, and the Qiang people were like a group of hungry wolves, fiercely counterattacking, desperately biting and devouring.

Jiang Yin's spear plunged into the chest of a Qiang pawn, but the Qiang pawn was so strong that he roared wildly, soared into the air, and let the spear penetrate his body, slamming Jiang Jian under the horse with the last bit of strength.

Before Jiang Jian landed, he was knocked away again by the galloping war horse, and the arrows in the sky drowned him in an instant, and there was no trace in the blink of an eye.

The battle formation of the Vietnamese cavalry battalion was crumbling, and the soldiers suffered heavy casualties. Qin Yi was red-eyed, and resolutely ordered to withdraw from the formation, let the Qiang people in, and shoot wildly with ballistas.

At this moment, the soldiers on both sides of the battlefield were mixed together, and the ballistas were firing intensively, and they would definitely kill their own people by mistake, and the military Sima of the Yue Cavalry Battalion hurriedly dissuaded them.

But Qin Yi lost his mind, grabbed the military Sima and threw it out.

"Get out of the way...... Shoot, shoot, shoot me ......"

"Boom...... Boom......" The ballistae of the Yue cavalry battalion roared angrily, and the piercing roar tore through the howling wind in an instant.

The Qiang people fell all over the place, and the galloping horses, the soldiers who called out, the fresh life, in the blink of an eye, turned into piles of bones.

The ballistas rang out, and the Han soldiers who sacrificed their lives to chase and kill flew out of the sky and fled in all directions. The soldiers who chased and killed at the forefront performed their own tricks and did their best to avoid the catastrophe.

Pound's war horse hit several iron crossbows and fell to the ground with a bang, Pound was caught off guard and plunged into the snow, his head bleeding.

The Qiang people were heartbroken, turned around and fled in the direction of Xihai Lake. Ma Chao commanded the Xiliang Iron Cavalry to chase and intercept them, trapping them to death.

The iron head was surrounded, and the people of Xiliang fought bravely and fought fiercely, and the Qiang people were outnumbered and killed one after another.

Ma Dai stabbed a knife into the buttocks of the war horse, and even the man and the horse crashed into the iron head. The iron head could not hide, and the men and horses flew out of the air and fell heavily to the ground.

The Xiliang soldiers rushed up, swords, axes, spears and spears roared down, and immediately cut the iron head into pieces, and even the head could not be found.

The Qiang lost their leader, and the remaining more than 1,000 cavalry immediately collapsed, and in the blink of an eye, they were divided and besieged by the angry Han army, and they were killed and wounded.

"Blow the trumpet, blow the trumpet......" Pound galloped wildly, raised his arms and shouted,

"Reorganize the queue, reorganize the queue ......" Linghu commanded the Qiang cavalry to attack fiercely, as long as the Xiliang army on the middle battlefield was broken, and the main army on the right flank battlefield was met, the Qiang people controlled the entire battlefield, so the victory was in hand, and the battle was decided.

Under the command of veterans such as Yang Qiu and Cheng Yi, the people of Xiliang stubbornly resisted and did not retreat a single step, preferring to die in battle rather than retreat.

Although they did not have the same strong force as the soldiers of the Eighth Battalion of the Northern Army, they adapted to the climate of the West Sea, and their physical strength was well preserved, which was enough for them to defeat the enemy.

The dream of the Xiliang people since childhood is to enter the West Sea and seize the West Sea, and this belief has supported them to fight for nearly a hundred years.

As long as the West Sea is occupied, as long as this battle is won, the Western Xinjiang will be able to get rid of the encroachment and plunder of the Qiang people, and the people of the Western Xinjiang will be able to live a peaceful life.

Today, this dream is so close to the people of Xiliang that they can even touch it and feel the joy and happiness of embracing it in their arms.

For the moment when their dreams came true, the people of Xiliang forgot their fears and lives, they moved forward, and they fought bloodily.

Zhang Ming fell. This old man of Xiliang did not want to stay in Longqi, he swore to defend the western frontier with his own blood, when the spear pierced into his body, when life left him, he saw the beautiful West Sea.

Lying on the cold snow, he clearly felt that this land already belonged to the Western Xinjiang and belonged to the Han Dynasty.

He has no regrets and is gone. Liang Qing died and fell under the iron hooves of the Qiang rider. Chen Yan died, and the long arrow nailed him to the snowfield, surrounded by piles of bones of Xiliang people.

Zhou Yi led the remnants of more than 200 soldiers in the front to launch a final round of counterattack, and he and his soldiers used their own flesh and blood to block the attack of the Qiang cavalry.

Lu Yi, Wei Jun, Nie Xiao, and Baili Yang each led their cavalry, surrounded and killed on all sides, like sharp blades, cutting off the flesh and blood of the Qiang people layer by layer.

The Qiang people suffered heavy casualties, and the tenacity of the Xiliang people made them smell death in the blood.

"Kill, kill...... " The spirit fox shouted wildly, like a lone wolf howling in the sky on the mountain,

"Brothers, protect the West Sea, protect our homeland, protect each of our tents......" The spirit fox galloped wildly in front of the formation, and the passionate cry broke through the howling north wind and spread all over the battlefield,

"Take out your courage, take out your lives, protect our homes, protect our loved ones......"

"...... of the West Sea" Spirit Fox raised his spear hoarsely,

"West Sea ......"

Thousands of Qiang people in the "...... of the West Sea" raised their weapons and let out a thunderous roar in the cold wind.

"West Sea ......"

"Kill, kill......" The Qiang people's blood boiled, and they moved forward, and the roar of the war horse shook the vast snowfield.

The people of Xiliang are like a pillar stone lying in the rolling torrent, standing proudly in the stormy waves. The Qiang launched a tidal wave of offensives, wave after wave.

Every wave smashed the battle formation of the Xiliang people, and the Xiliang people struggled to support it, covered with scaly wounds and bleeding all over their faces.

"Pull up the banner of the double rabbits, ask for help, ask for help......" Liang Xing, supported by two guards, staggered to the middle of the formation, and shouted at Yang Qiu,

"We can't hold it, we can't hold it." Yang Qiu's face was like frost, and his eyes glared at Liang Xing, as if he was going to eat him in one bite.

"What about your people? Where's your battle formation? ”

"No, it's over, it's over, it's over, I'm left......" Liang Xing excitedly pushed away the guard, and slammed the long arrow off his shoulder blade, blood spurting out.

The guards were horrified and pounced on the wounds. Liang Xing waved his arms in despair,

"If you continue to fight, the people of Xiliang will be dead. Ask for help, ask the general for help. ”

"No reinforcements, no ......" Yang Qiu took a step forward, approached Liang Xing, and roared angrily,

"What are the people of Xiliang fighting for? Mr. Bian, why did Brother Wen Yue die? Isn't it for today? Whether the people of Xiliang can survive and defend their homeland is today, in today's battle. Today, even if all of us Xiliang people are killed in battle, we will not hesitate to do it. ”

"Leave some people, leave some people for Xiliang, I beg you." Liang Xing fell to his knees violently, tears streaming down his face.

"If the West Sea can't be defeated, what's the use of us living? Can we hold the western frontier? Can we let the people of Xiliang live well? Over the past few decades, we have killed all the mountains and rivers of Western Xinjiang, how many people have we died? How could one day let the people of Xiliang live a stable life? Yang Qiu raised a foot and kicked Liang Xing in the face,

"Get out of the way of me. If you are dead, I will collect your body, and if you are alive, we will go to Tianjun Mountain to drink the blood of the Qiang people. ”

"Fight, fight to the death, fight to the death......" Yang Qiu raised his hand and shouted,

"Those who retreat, there is no forgiveness...... Liang Xing got up with difficulty, trembling all over, and bleeding like an infusion,

"Give me my warhorse."

"Give him the horse." Yang Qiu shouted,

"I'll beat the drums and cheer you on." Liang Xing rushed out with seventeen personal guards, and in the face of the attack of the Qiang people, the former army killed them without hesitation.

"Brothers, for the sake of Western Xinjiang, kill ......" Liang Xing raised his spear and roared angrily at the sky,

"Killing ......" The iron cavalry army of the Qiang people roared like a river bursting its embankment, and Liang Xing and the seventeen guards were like duckweed in the waves, disappearing in an instant in the turbulent tide.

Yang Qiu cried, he beat the war drum desperately, screaming and roaring hoarsely, letting the tears roll down into the wind and snow.

"Kill ......" Xiliang people roared like thunder, shouting for a fierce battle. The fearlessness of Liang Xing and the seventeen soldiers aroused the blood of the Xiliang people, and the lives of Liang Xing and the seventeen soldiers exploded the hatred of the Xiliang people for a hundred years.

The blood in their bodies boiled, the anger in their hearts burned, and they wanted to wash away a hundred years of anger and a hundred years of pain with their own blood and the blood of their lives.

"Defragment Queue...... Defragment the queue. The war horse stood upright, raised its neck and neighed, and Koji Yi hung in the air, waving his halberd and shouting,

"Brothers, follow me to kill them, divide the Qiang cavalry, cut them off, cut them off at the waist......" A group of soldiers galloped over, and a cone-shaped battle formation quickly took shape.

The battle formation of the Xiliang people is precarious, if the Qiang people break through and join the main force of the Qiang cavalry on the right flank battlefield, the outcome of this battle will be unpredictable, but the general has no sign of rescue, and the panther banner of the Chinese army is dancing wildly in the wind and snow.

The general asked all battlefields to attack forcibly at all costs, he had already made up his mind, he no longer cared about the casualties of the soldiers, he only wanted to win this battle, he only wanted to capture the West Sea.

Ko Yi categorically decided to divide the Qiang cavalry, and now only by cutting off the Qiang cavalry can the Qiang people be severely damaged, in order to reduce the casualties of the Xiliang people who are blocking the frontal attack, and in order to block the meeting of the two Qiang cavalry.

"Go, go, go......" Koji kicked the war horse fiercely, and pointed at the front of the halberd,

"Kill, kill...... more than 3,000 horsemen followed, like a shocking hurricane, rolling up the snow and fog rushing to the sky, roaring all the way, killing the flanks of the Qiang cavalry.

"......Boom" There was a loud bang, and the cone of the Han cavalry shot into the middle abdomen of the Qiang cavalry with a devastating momentum, and the Qiang cavalry was hit hard, and the battle array immediately let out a violent trembling.

The sound of the horn sounded rapidly, one after another. The spirit fox changed color in shock, and ordered in a loud voice,

"Block them, block ...... Cut off the enemy formation, cut them off......" Wei Jun and Nie Xiao attacked fiercely from left to right, pinning down the Qiang cavalry to the death, and cooperating with Ko Yi's conical assault battle formation to divide the enemy army.

If the cone-shaped battle formation of Koyi is cut off by the Qiang people, not only will it not be able to divide and encircle the Qiang people, but it will divide and encircle the Qiang people.

The war horses galloped with all their strength on the snow, and the soldiers on both sides sacrificed their lives to fight in the high-speed running, and the roar and fighting sound were entangled and mixed together, thrilling.

Koji Yi gasped violently, he took the lead and kept rushing to the forefront. The halberd was already stained with the flesh and blood of the enemy, and his physical strength was at its limit, and he felt like he could barely lift it.

But the enemy in front of him was still swarming up, still fighting back, and arrows, spears, knives and axes were like rain, overwhelming the sky and overwhelming.

The guards who were guarding the front fell one and another,

"Kill, ......" Koji used all his strength to stab the halberd in his hand into the abdomen of the enemy horseman. At this moment, a long arrow roared in, and Koji couldn't dodge it, watching as the arrow was driven into his chest.

The severe pain made Koji Yi cry out miserably, his strength dissipated instantly, and the halberd could no longer hold it, and flew out of his hand, disappearing under the dense iron hooves with the corpse of the enemy horseman.

When the guards found that Koji Yi had been hit by an arrow, they all shouted loudly, beat their horses like flying, and protected them. Blood gushed out, quickly staining Koji's robes red.

He felt that his body was stiffening little by little, and life was disappearing little by little. The guards kept screaming and shouting, but their voices grew quieter and quieter.

Koji Yiqiang supported his body, waved his hand at the guards, and shouted with all his might,

"Blow the trumpet, speed up...... Accelerate the attack and kill...... "In front of you is a dense Qiang cavalry, if you want to complete the division, you need tenacious fighting, perseverance, and time.

The jolting of the war horse made the blood flow faster, and Koji began to get dizzy and couldn't hold on. He wanted to lie on horseback, but this would shake the morale of the army and make the soldiers feel frightened and uneasy.

Koji Yi trembled and reached out to grasp the long arrow. I have been fighting horses all my life, and today I died on the battlefield, and the horse leather shroud can be regarded as what I wanted.

Koji Yoshiki slowly turned his head and looked at the Black Panther Battle Flag dancing wildly in the wind and snow, with a faint smile on his face.

General, thank you, thank you for helping the people of Xiliang fulfill their long-cherished wish for generations.

"Kill ......" Koji Yi raised his head to the sky and shouted wildly,

"Kill ......" he pulled out his long arrow and plunged it into the horse's back. The war horse was in pain, soared into the air, and its four hooves flew like flying, rushing forward at the limit speed, rushing to the forefront of the iron cone battle array.

Koji Yi is the battle array, Koji Yi is the blade, and Koji Yi is the invincible edge. Koji's guards burst into tears and cried out in pain.

"Kill ......" The Han army's iron cavalry suddenly accelerated in a thunderous roar, and the cone-shaped battle formation roared forward with an incomparable majestic momentum, and the wind swept the clouds, and the blockers were invincible.

Arrows roared down from the sky, piercing Koji's body one by one. Koji Yi wrapped one hand around the horse's reins and the other hand held the long arrow stuck in the horse's back, straightened his tall body, and rushed to the final battlefield.

Behind them, the soldiers of the Han army held high the battle flag of the Han Dynasty, setting off a terrifying wave like a roaring tide, devouring the scattered and fleeing enemies.

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