Chapter 21: Enemy Chief

Zhuo Bufan was a little nervous. This was another ambush that he had never experienced before. Success or failure depends on whether the Tartars could enter the ambush range without notice. This range is very small, because the Tartars were all cavalry and had superb riding skills, so they could not give them time to react.

Li Weisheng and Shi Tou are near Zhuo Bufan. These specific tactical arrangements are not much better than Zhuo Bufan, and they are also unbearable. Although they have a lot of discussions throughout the article and are also a hermit master in Zhuo Bufan's eyes, but in fact they are only a few years older than Zhuo Bufan, otherwise there would be no scene of passionate words at the table. Shi Tou was extremely excited. After doing the task of leading the way, it means that he is already a formal member of the Zhuo family army.

The archers who were responsible for covering the Zhuo family army had already put on the arrows and nervously observed the enemy from the gaps in the forest.

The Tartars obviously did not find anything wrong. The yellow robe led the man to ride a horse slowly, and looked a little lonely, looking down and moving forward. They didn't know what they were thinking. In this way, the yellow robe gradually approached the ambush range, with only a few horse positions, and of course, Bai Bing was also among them.

"Bang", an arrow suddenly flew out, and the white feathered eagle feather was particularly eye-catching.

No one expected that at this critical moment, someone would take a bow and take a fire.

The Tartars were startled, and the yellow robe rushed over the guards around them, covering the main general with all their strength. The soldiers who were ambushing Zhuo Bufan were also startled, and then rushed out with a roar. Now that things have come to this, they can only do their best.

The Tartars were first startled by the cold arrow, and then they saw a large number of Dahua soldiers rushing out of the mountains and forests with machetes. They screamed loudly and pulled out the scimitar to meet them. The yellow robe general and several close guards turned their horses and ran backwards. Bai Bing was also among them, and the Tartars behind them rushed forward.

Zhuo Bufan was so angry that he could not see who had failed to make a big deal. If he saw it, he would definitely cut it over. At the foot of the mountain, the yellow robe general and Bai Bing had turned the horse's head, and the Taurus guards also faced an ambush. Although the number of the Taurus was at an absolute disadvantage in part, it was obvious that the ambush had failed. No matter what, there was no way to break through the Taurus sniper and rescue Bai Bing.

At this time, the terrifying bowstrings suddenly sounded in the mountains and forests, and countless white feathers suddenly flew out of the seemingly calm forest, as if a group of birds were frightened. The terrain was too unfavorable to the Tartars, and the Tartar soldiers rushing up from behind were shrouded in the white feathers without any suspense. In an instant, there were almost no living people in the entire range of fifty steps. Archery was the Zhuo family's best trick.

However, the yellow robe generals and their teams had already started. They knew that only by rushing back to the brigade could they be temporarily safe. As long as the speed was up, the second round of volleys might not be able to catch up.

Zhuo Bufan was anxious, condolences to the rash woman, and jumped up with a knife. This time, the veterans who replaced Zhou Tong's guard performed their duties well and pressed them back to the cover.

At this time, the commando team led by Zhou Tong and Xing Tianhu had already met with the few guards of the Tartars. With just one fight, all the guards were knocked down by the Dahua Army. Only a few people fell down. After all, the number of people was here, and the Taurus soldiers could not play the advantages of the cavalry at all. At the same time, Dahua was full of veterans, as well as two masters, Zhou Tong and Xing Tianhu.

Zhou Tong knew very well what he was going to do. He slashed his sword in front of him. Zhou Tong actually blocked it with his left forearm. After a sound of a wooden stick, the sword in his right hand flashed and chopped the stunned Tartar soldiers down. When Zhou Tong flashed past the last Tartar soldiers, the yellow robe generals were already ten steps away and were speeding up. In any case, they could not catch up.

But at this moment, another quick white dot flashed past and shot the front leg joint of the Yellow Robe General's mount. The horse running forward neighed with no pity under the yellow robe General's urging, and the horse stumbled to the ground without any pity. No matter how good the riding skills were, it was inevitable that the mud would be chewed on. It was all in a flash. It was just a matter of turning around and leaving. Several Tartar guards in front of the Yellow Robe General did not notice that their master was dropped. The horse under his crotch pedaled hard, and the speed had already increased. A distance of dozens of steps passed in an instant, and they rushed into the brigade that was holding a round shield and continued to charge for the death. Bai Bing was also among them. The archers on the mountain also stopped the second round of volleys, and it was not until Bai Bing disappeared into the Tartar team that they started sniping again.

Zhou Tong saw that Bai Bing was taken away by the Tartars again, and he was about to break his front teeth. How could he deserve the young master's respect? But when he saw a yellow-robed general who was gnawing mud, he felt a move in his heart and rushed forward. At this time, Xing Tianhu and others finished packing up the Tartars and rushed forward.

The situation changed dramatically in a flash. The original goal of the Dahua Army was not achieved, but it blocked the Tatars' way. When they accidentally found that the local lord general was caught, they came to the battlefield to take the initiative and wanted to rush over and capture the Tartars commander alive. Although the Tartars saved the prisoners, they found that their master had fallen into an extremely dangerous situation after evading the second round of arrow rain. They were blown up and shouted, rushing towards the yellow robe to the side of the side with all their might.

However, there are nearly two thousand archers on the mountain. Two thousand archers can't defend this narrow mountain road, so just hang it on your neck. What's more, just cover it for a moment, and there are only three guards from the palace behind the yellow robe.

Zhou Tong rushed straight over. Before the three Tartar guards could step forward to help the yellow-robed general, they could only wave their scimitars, hoping to snipe the enemy for a moment, hoping that their master would escape by chance.

The Tartar guards could not see the situation behind him, and Zhou Tong saw it. He understood that the Tartars could not get through the flying feathers in the sky for a while, so he focused on the last obstacle in front of him.

Looking at these Tartars face to face, it was slightly different from the Taurus cavalry I saw before. The average Tartar soldiers were at most light leather armor, but they were not wearing helmets. A small piece of hair was tied into a braid in the center of their heads, and the ends were not tightly tied. They flew in the wind, and all the hair around their braids were shaved, revealing their shiny scalp. The feeling of aliens and aliens was particularly obvious. These Tartar soldiers were dressed much neatly, wearing iron buckle light armor, which was wide and easy to move. They also wore a tall and pointed light helmet on their heads and a white mane. Although they were still very different from the Dahua military uniform, they were much more formal in their eyes.

Zhou Tong was not afraid of the yellow-robed general running away for a while, unless he could ignore the flying feathers, hold the sword in his hand and hit the three Tartar soldiers head-on.

The Tartar soldiers were stunned by Zhou Tong's actions. He had never seen such weapons behind the two armies, and sent a big head to you to chop. He wondered, his hands were not slow, and he paused, and three Tartar guards waved their scimitars in their hands and chopped Zhou Tong from three directions.

Zhou Tong used the same trick again. He raised his left arm to block the scimitar that was heading towards the door. The sword in his right hand had fallen over and stabbed into the other party's lower abdomen without any effort, as vicious as a street rogue fighting. Zhou Tong's moves were not necessarily brilliant. He was all his martial arts on the iron cloth shirt. With only two whistles, the left and right scimitars had already hit Zhou Tong hard, slashing his head and cutting his shirt straight from his shoulder.

In order to rush forward, Zhuo family army also had light armor protection. Zhou Tong only had a tight and short upper body. This time, it was separated by two pieces. The bound leather rope was broken and fell off from front and back.

Where is the blood? The Tartar soldiers were secretly happy, but then they discovered something was wrong. They were all veterans who had been fighting for many years. Under this kind of power, they were sure that their skin was broken and their muscles were broken. They should be the blood that was full of blood.

They never had the chance to figure out this problem again. Xing Tianhu and others had already pounced on him and the swords were used to attack. The two Tartar soldiers instantly turned into a pile of rotten meat.

Zhou Tong looked at the distorted Tartar soldiers in front of him, feeling the hidden force driven by the pain and convulsion of the blade in his hand by the other party's internal organs, and shouted with pleasure. The desire to kill is one of the many desires flowing in human blood. What's more, the Tartars, who are known for their cruelty and bloodthirsty, are the murderer who just massacred the people of Dahua. The pleasure of killing and revenge made Zhou Tong very excited.

He pulled out his sword and never looked at the Tartar soldier who fell to the ground again. Zhou Tong flew up and kicked the golden scimitar in his hand that he had just climbed up, and pressed him to the ground. Unexpectedly, this guy was quite strong and almost stopped him. Zhou Tong turned the hilt of the knife and poked heavily under his ribs. The yellow robe suddenly softened, and his teeth were grinning and his face was pale.

Above the mountain, Zhuo Bufan jumped up when he saw this scene. At this time, he had already thought of a countermeasure in his mind. This ambush was not a failure, and he also had bargaining chips and would no longer be coerced by the Tartar soldiers who were not afraid of death.

The impact of the Tartars suddenly stopped because they had seen that their head coach had disappeared in the mountains and forests. At this time, both sides held hostages and sacrificed their lives to attack lost their meaning. The fierce battlefield that suddenly rose suddenly became quiet again, leaving behind dead bodies and horses twitching in pain, in a mess.

Soon, the yellow robe general was brought to Zhuo Bufan and finally saw this somewhat capable enemy chief up close. Zhuo Bufan never expected that the other party was like this, completely beyond his imagination.

In my own impression, the local commander who commands such a strong iron cavalry must be eight feet tall, big waist and round face, and at least he is also a mighty man with beards and eyes as big as copper bells. He never expected that the other party would be so... Such a gentle and elegant taste, although it is not as elegant as Li Weisheng's bones, but he definitely does not look like a general who can command ten thousand iron cavalry to gallop across the battlefield.
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