Chapter 94: Joy of Victory

The body fell on the grassland and made a dull sound. The Liao soldiers behind screamed loudly and tried their best to pull the horses to prevent their horses from stepping on their beloved commanders, but it caused chaos in the team.

The war horses behind him kept coming, and the Liao general's body was still trampled by Ranma, and his flesh was blurred.

The Liao soldiers shouted in grief and fear, looking back at the commander who was stepped on by Ranma. Deep fear and anger suddenly arose from the bottom of their hearts, making their movements stiff.

Their rushing forward line suddenly became chaotic in the midst of such a chaos. Many war horses collided with each other and ran forward in a mixed manner. Many Liao soldiers were shouting and swearing to kill all the people who blocked the fortunes and avenge their superiors.

The excited roar came from the mouth of the slogan. He saw with his own eyes that the enemy's leader was shot and killed from a distance of one arrow. The effect of this inspiring military morale is simply immeasurable!

Following such a brave leader, I believe that all the war can be won! As the slogans thought this way, the screams in their mouths became even more enthusiastic and excited. They pulled the reins of the war horse and ran forward quickly, rushing towards those enemies who had already become chaotic.

With the sound of the horn, the thugs who received the order from the rhythm of the horn urged the war horses to gallop forward. The troops of thousands of people instantly divided into two from the middle and ran forward from the left and right sides.

The Khitans, who had been charging forward according to inertia, were surprised to find that the Bubu people had changed the direction of the Mercedes-Benz. If this continues, the two sides will not be able to hit each other.

Although he wanted to change the direction of the charge, the leader was no longer there, and the remaining three hundred cavalry captains could not decide the ownership of command for the time being. Therefore, the Liao soldiers in the brigade were still running forward in a mess. However, many Liao soldiers slowed down slightly, preparing to change directions when the new order came down.

Just as the trumpets and the Khitan cavalry were about to pass by, the trumpets sounded, and the trumpets, who had received the order, immediately raised their bows, pulled the bowstrings hard, and shot the sharp arrows on them towards the Khitans in front of them!

The rain of arrows hit the Liao soldiers, making it difficult to defend themselves. The big arrows shot onto the Liao soldiers. In an instant, blood burst out from their bodies, and a shrill scream came out from their mouths, shaking the entire grassland.

What is more common is their war horses. The sharp arrows fell from the top of their heads and into their bodies. The sharp tips of the arrows instantly tear apart the flesh and blood. The strong war horses pounced on the ground, neighed in pain, rolled onto the ground, pressed down on their masters, and could never get up again.

The rain of arrows continued. The rushing man behind urged his horse to catch up and shot his arrows at the enemy; while the rushing man in front of him, who had already shot arrows were trying his best to quickly draw his bow and shoot sharp arrows to the Khitan cavalry closer to him.

Three iron cavalry rushed past, and the Liao cavalry, which was in the cracks between the two blocking cavalrymen, had reduced their troops by half after rushing over.

Behind them, a large number of Liao soldiers fell to the ground, moaning in pain, pushing the war horses pressing on them with force, hoping to push them away. Although the war horses were not injured, they fell on the grassland, bleeding along the arrow holes, with pale faces, and waiting for the arrival of death in despair.

The rushing man who had already reached the distance grabbed the war horses, turned around and looked at their own results, and cheered with excitement and enthusiasm.

Luo Dacheng raised his arms, and the messengers beside him blew the horn again. The excited people hurriedly arranged a formation and prepared for the next-class charge.

The Liao soldiers in the distance had gathered their troops and were not too late to rescue their companions. Under the order of the new leader, they turned around and rushed towards the people who stopped the divine.

A long distance away, they took out their bows and arrows, prepared to shoot against the Bubu people, and then rushed into the Bubu people's queue and let them kill.

Luo Dacheng led a large group of cavalry to gallop, galloping towards the enemy. In his hand, he had already picked up the strong bow, put on the arrow, pulled the bow string hard, pulled the string full, loosened his fingers, and the arrow broke through the air and shot towards the leading Liao general ahead.

The Liao general fell down in response, but could not resist such fast and powerful arrows. At this time, the only one who could still ride on the horse after the diffusing of the ground was just now.

But he had no time to issue an order. The two armies that were charging against each other had already rushed into the distance of an arrow. With a bang, the arrows were flying away and falling towards the enemy's team.

The screams sounded again, and the remaining Liao soldiers were hit hard. A large number of Liao soldiers fell from the horse's back, and more Liao soldiers fell to the ground with their men and horses. Although they were protected by armor and could withstand arrows shot on the armor, the horses did not. They were easily shot through their heads, necks, or legs, and they could only throw them into the grassland with a miserable leopard.

More than a hundred arrows also shot into the queue of the Bubu people. Many Bubu people fell off the horse, but compared with the Liao soldiers, their losses were minimal.

Soon, the two teams collided fiercely. At the closest distance, the last arrow was shot at the Liao soldiers, and the people of the Bu pulled out their shiny battle swords, roared wildly, and slapped the horses and killed the Khitans!

Their equipment can be regarded as the most excellent on the grassland, even if it is not much worse than the regular Khitan troops. Luo Dacheng took out all the weapons from the smuggling caravan and generously equipped his troops, making them one of the most well-equipped troops on the grassland.

Even though they were not skilled in swordsmanship, their courage and anger were not inferior to those of the Khitans. They rushed into the Liao soldiers' team with a loud voice, waving their steel swords desperately, and slashing hard at the enemy.

Blood burst out, and the Liao soldiers screamed in vain, swinging their swords to resist the sharp blades from all directions. The stimulating stimulation of blood, the slogan roared angrily, and swung their swords again, cutting off the Liao soldiers in the encirclement, and threw their bodies under the horse.

After the attack of arrow rain, only dozens of Liao soldiers were left under the attack of thousands of angry Bubu people, like soup and snow. They were surrounded by countless Bubu people and killed them completely.

After years of bullying by the Khitans, the anger reached its peak. After cutting the Liao soldiers into pieces, they roared loudly and rushed towards the Khitans who had lost their war horses.

The Liao soldiers got up in pain in the ground covered by arrows, desperately looking for the war horses, preparing to ride on to fight. But when they finally found the war horses with less severe arrow injuries, they found in despair that there were already countless people who were slamming with swords and shouting at them!

The war horses were galloping wildly, shaking the earth. The blood-stained people were already covered in blood, roaring like evil wolfs, desperately urging the horses to gallop in front of the Liao soldiers, and used all their strength to raise the battle knife and slash them hard!

Even the armor could not stop the sharp swords cut from all directions. The Liao soldiers riding on the horse were dismembered by random knives and fell to the ground one by one, splashing large pieces of blood and dust.

The Khitans who had not found the war horse looked at the large number of people who were swaying their swords and galloping over, and could only scream in despair, raise their swords, and resist their swords in vain until they were swung by the fierce swords and fell heavily on the grassland.

The Liao soldiers who were injured and fell to the ground had no hope of getting up. Countless people roared and laughed wildly, urging their horses to step over them. When the iron hooves stepped back and forth several times, there were already a large area of ​​flesh and blood on the ground. The powerful Liao soldiers had already become muddy and died tragically on the ground.

Luo Dacheng stood not far away, watching his tribes venting their pain and anger for years of bullying by the Khitans, and did not intend to stop them.

In the past, they might have been ordinary herders; after experiencing today's war, they have become strong soldiers of the Hualie tribe and will become an important force in the rise of the entire tribe.

One day, the cavalry of the Hualie tribe will rush across the earth and show their strength to the world, so that all enemies will be trembling with fear for their bravery and fierceness!

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The spoils of this battle were more than 300 sets of armor and weapons.

As for the war horses, half of them have been shot and killed, and the others are also covered with arrow wounds of different magnitudes. However, no one cares about these.

If it was placed in the Central Plains and within the Song Dynasty, these war horses were a huge fortune at a sky-high price; but on the grassland, the horses everywhere were worth little.

They are like the food grown by herders. As long as they are placed on the grassland and do not need to be taken care of, they can fill their bodies with water plants, make them fat and strong, give birth to many ponies, and constantly reproduce. However, the grass is a generous gift from God here, and it is countless, and it is not worth much at all.

In comparison, the more than 300 sets of soldiers were a generous property on the iron-deficient grassland. Luo Dacheng was rewarded with no hesitation to the soldiers who had made contributions and had no armor and became their private property. In future battles, they would be able to better protect their lives and allow them to grow into experienced soldiers in repeated battles.
Chapter completed!