The shouts of killing from all sides were deafening.

The shield on the hand of a soldier Ding Ling's hand had been split into pieces of wood. He was wailing on the ground, his thighs twisted at a strange angle, and blood was pouring out from under his clothes in a terrifying manner, and the tragedy continued to scream.

At the same time, a Khitan, who was as strong as a giant bear in the deep mountains of Liaodong, threw away his mace and three stair spears were inserted into his body. After the three stair spears penetrated the muscles in his chest, blood flowed out cheaply along the blood groove on the stair spear, and the other party fell down with a bang.

Wang Shi was covered in blood and rushed forward bravely. For him, he wanted to kill all the enemies in front of him. His sword was gone, and someone handed him a stair spear. The stair spear was broken, and the soldiers gave him the spear in his hand. The spear was taken away by the Khitans, so Wang Shi replaced it with a big knife. The big knife was chopped and replaced it with another one!

At this moment, Wang Shi was like a demon fighting out of hell, and he stepped on a bloody road under his feet. Under his leadership, the soldiers on the side fought without fear of life and death.

Wang Shi waved the Mo Dao and moved forward bravely. He only knew how to move forward, and only one person said, "Captain Captain, we drove the Khitans out of the chariot formation."

Wang Shi stopped. He looked back at the sea of ​​corpses behind him, covered in blood, and looked at the remaining soldiers on both sides and the retreating Khitans in front of him and shouted: "The Xi cavalry pursued!"

Wang Shi suddenly realized that he couldn't shout, and even if he could scream, he couldn't scream. He spat hard on the ground, his mouth full of blood. It turned out that Wang Shi, who had been shouting hard just now, shouted hard, broke his throat.

In the end, Wang Shi didn't know how the Xi cavalry understood his meaning, but saw a big flag spread out. It was like the wind swaying in the jungle, and the soldiers were undulating on the horse's back, as if moving up and down with the waves. The Xi cavalry drew out their sabers, constantly hitting the front saddle, and storming the Khitan soldiers behind the back. The war horses were approaching. The Xi cavalry could see the terrified expression on the faces of the Khitans, and a sword flew past in a blink of an eye.

puff!

A red line was cut in the sheepskin coat, and the curved saber was cut on the back of the Khitan soldiers. Driven by the speed of the horse, the knife and the muscles rubbed violently. The Khitans screamed and rushed to the ground like a spiral. The light cavalry was as fast as lightning, and the four hooves were rushing like thunder. The cavalry chased hundreds of Khitans, and they experienced the hot-shots being chopped to the ground one after another.

Soon after the three hundred Xi cavalry killed the Khitan infantry, they turned their horses and rushed to the big flag. Under the big flag, a Khitan man was wearing an iron helmet and a big horse with a tall head. He was immediately panicked when he saw this scene.

This Khitan man wanted to shoot arrows with a bow, but he shot the first arrow and the bow string broke.

A Xi cavalry came forward without hesitation, grabbed the Khitan man alive and held him next to the horse. A Xi cavalry came up to chop the guardian soldiers who were guarding the big flag and snatched the big flag.

"What a hero!" Wang Shi couldn't help but praise him when he saw this scene. Seeing that the leader was captured and the big flag was lost, Khitan cavalry all rushed up to rescue him. The Xi cavalry raised their sabers to meet him.

The two sides fought for a while, and dozens of corpses fell from the horse's back, but the Khitan cavalry was repelled. Then hundreds of cavalrymen from the Khitan rear formation came again. After a burst of smoke, the big crow changed hands again.

"Kill me!" Wang Shi shouted hoarsely at this time.

He led more than 100 powerful troops to kill the current Khitans and headed straight for the big star. A team of Khitan cavalry in the back formation divided their troops to stop, and the cavalry and infantry were about to collide head-on. Wang Shi took the lead and kept striking his stairs. He whimpered with his stairs and attacked them with two quick strokes. The war horse in front of him sobbed, and the oncoming bone of the horse's legs was broken under the sweep of the stairs. After the war horses broke their frontal hooves, the Khitan on the horse's back jumped forward and slammed heavily on the ground.

Wang Shi was so brave, and the Martialis beside him also followed suit. These Martialis warriors were all the sharp tribes in the mountains of Liaodong, and were no less than the Khitans' axe-held warriors. They were tall and tall, so they were not as afraid of the Khitans' hordes cavalry as ordinary soldiers.

But when the Khitan cavalry charged forward, they followed suit and moved sideways, and then smashed them with a big stick full of iron teeth in their hands toward the horse's head. The smashing sound was a crisp sound, and the skull of the horse's head was broken. They rushed to the war horse, and turned to the other side with blood. The Khitans on the horse were grabbed by the soldiers of the Marty and smashed them with heavy sticks to the sky.

In an instant, a team of Khitan cavalry was destroyed, and the Khitan heads under the flag on the other side were stunned.

The subordinates advised them together: "Head, I think it's impossible. Please withdraw. All the men and women of Yedo were dispersed. The Zhao army below came over and we couldn't escape."

The head man said, "I have fought for so many years and have never seen such a desperate Zhao army. Retreat, don't touch them." After seeing Wang Shi kill another person, the Khitan head man made a decision.

As the Khitans retreated, the Khitan cavalry in the formation retreated one after another.

"The Khitans ran away, damn."

Wang Shi watched the Khitan cavalry retreat and said, "Don't chase, reorganize the formation, and each team reported casualties."

The sunset was like blood, and a fierce battle on the grassland disappeared, and countless corpses were present. In the direction of Wuguling in the distance, a black smoke rose into the sky, which was particularly eye-catching in the sky.

Wang Shi sat on a horse corpse and stared at Black Smoke in a daze.

"Report to the lieutenant, our army died and injured 317 people. On the battlefield, there were more than 500 corpses of Khitans. In addition, the corpses taken away by the Khitans, and some injured people, the casualties of the Khitans should be more than twice ours, and we also captured a Khitan leader alive. Damn, this time I was hit by the Khitans' plan. There were obviously more than 3,000 Khitan cavalry." Hu Luhong reported to Wang Shi.

"This result is very good, very good," Wang Shi stood up from the horse's corpse.

Hu Luhong felt that after the battle, Wang Shi seemed to be much silent.

"Then have we advanced into Wugu Ridge? There is black smoke on Wugu Ridge, and it is obvious that the Khitans have escaped."

"Of course, otherwise so many brothers will die in vain," Wang Shi said hoarsely, "and immediately send a war report to Guo Dupu, saying that our army has captured Wuguling and asked him to remember our merits."

In September of the first year of the Reform Commission, Guo Xiaoke of Songmo Protectorate led 35,000 soldiers from various units to attack Wuhuan Mountain in Khitan. Guo Xiaoke used his partial army to lure the enemy, and finally succeeded with his main force to attack Wuhuan. Wuhuan Mountain was captured, defeating 100,000 Khitans, and 30,000 Khitans were captured.
Chapter completed!