Chapter 47 second quarter

At the same time, one mile south of Hutan Mountain, in the vast snow field, six cavalry brigades formed six huge square formations. In front of the phalanx, the warriors holding the flag stood up on horseback, and the wind blew the banner with a roar.Behind each of them there are tens of thousands of cavalry in full gear. These elite warriors stand in the snow up to their calves, holding their horses tightly. The white breath of the men and horses rises like a dense fog in the phalanx. Together, tens of thousands of young men and tens of thousands of majestic horses, their body temperature together is enough to retreat from the severe cold brought by the wind and snow.They had been standing here for a long time before they were ordered to attack, the warriors standing silently, snow on their wrought-bronze helmets and black wrought-iron armor, the horses snorting lowly.

Qingyang's six elite cavalry troops belonged to Nine Kings Elu Pasur, Bach from the Mosuer family, Mu Haiyang from Dafengzhang, and the three nobles of Heludin, Tokele, and Ochijin. The master of the Herudin family sat astride a fiery red steed with a fat body, squinted his eyes and looked to the west, drinking hot tea slowly.He likes this drink from the Eastern Continent. It is produced in the mountains of Wanzhou. It is said that the place is shrouded in clouds and fog all year round. When the tea produced is put into hot water, it will emit mist-like steam.Transported here from the far east, the price of each piece of tea is equal to the weight of silver, but the price is not a problem for the owner of the Heluding family. Drinking this tea wrapped in a sable cloak in the vast snow field makes him feel To feel a sense of dignity and comfort, just like those nobles from the Eastern Continent.

He looked to his left and right, the vast sea of ​​cavalry, with no end in sight.When these cavalry charge, they will gather in a stream of iron that destroys all, but now this awesome force is firmly suppressed here.The master of the Horudin family was satisfied that his orders were perfectly obeyed.His order was that no one person or horse should pass the warrior holding the flag in front. The wind ahead carried the roar and howl of the battlefield, and the wind had a strong smell of blood. The owner of the Heludin family frowned in disgust. The smell of blood polluted the fragrance of the tea. He threw the expensive porcelain cup and the remaining half cup of tea into the snow.The slave who made the tea hurriedly stepped forward to pick up the cup and hugged it tightly to his chest.

"No more." The master of the Heludin family waved his hand. He turned to look at the centurion behind him: "How's the battle ahead?" "The winner hasn't been decided yet, but the brigade in the northern part of Shuo is still crossing the river. Without Muli's support, they won't last long," said the centurion. "The cavalry of Tokele and Wochijin haven't moved yet?" "No, just now the honorable master of the Tokele family sent an envoy to ask if we will attack. I replied that we are still waiting for the best opportunity."

The master of the Herudin family snorted coldly: "Do they want our warriors to open the way to victory for them? What about the cavalry of the Nine Kings, Mu Haiyang and Bach?" "No action either." The master of the Herudin family pondered for a while, then sneered: "Yes, there will be some people who can't help it, do these young people want to compare their patience with me? I am happy to compare with them. I want a new pot of tea, The water needs to be hotter, this damn weather, why did the old slave choose this time?" Sixteen thousand tiger and leopard riders surrounded one person, "Bow of Qingyang" Elu Pasur held his sword hilt and looked westward, with a faint smile on his iron-blue face.

"Again, what did the honorable master of the Heludin family say?" He said lightly. "There will be, there will be people who can't resist, these young people want to compare patience with me? I'd love to compare with them. I want a new pot of tea, and the water needs to be hotter, this damn weather, Why did that old slave choose this time?" The young man kneeling behind his horse said in a vivid tone, and his memory was very good, and there was no mistake in a single word.The hideous totem of the Herudin family is branded on the shoulder of his cowhide armor. The Nine Kings laughed again: "The master of the Heluding family has great taste in tea, and his judgment on the battlefield is also admirable. Yes, he is right, there will be people who can't help it. Young people are always less patience."

He suddenly put away his smile and waved his finger to the sky: "Send my order!" A warrior flashed out from behind him: "Yes!" "Let the warriors stay put and rest well. Don't frostbite your hands and feet in such heavy snow. Tiger and leopard riders are Qingyang's pride. I don't want any of them to have unnecessary injuries." "Yes!" The samurai received the order, got on his horse and left. Jiu Wang glanced at the young man kneeling behind him: "That's it, go back to your noble uncle quickly, don't let him suspect you. The old man is always suspicious when he is old."

"Receive the order of the Nine Kings!" The young man stood up, jumped on a horse, and headed towards the Heludin family's cavalry brigade. "In such a cold day, I also want to drink some tea." Jiu Wang looked at the young man's back and said lightly, but silently clenched the hilt of his sword. Beside him, 16,000 warriors relaxed, stretched their limbs, rubbed their hands and stepped on the snow on the spot. The originally tense air was loosened, but everyone was a little bit confused.The samurai did not know why they received such an order. They faintly heard the sound of killing from the west, and the wind seemed to come from hell.

Zarva Mosor, the son of Bach Mosor, stared at his father's face from the side, trying to figure out the changes in his expression.But he couldn't see anything. Bach's tense face showed no expression. This short and thin man was always like this. His face was as hard as a piece of forged pig iron. Za'erhua even felt that his father's face There is no warmth, because the snowflakes have piled up on his thick eyebrows. The scouts came on flying horses: "General Mu Li is fighting on the front line himself, and has blocked the advance of the Shuobei cavalry brigade! Our army has 3,000 infantry, 1,000 ghost bows, and the enemy's cavalry is about 30,000. 10,000 have already crossed the river. Those behind are still crossing the river."

"What is the formation of the enemy?" Bach asked in a low voice. "The enemy's formation is scattered. The front army of 10,000 people is fighting with General Mu Li's own team. The rear army is worried that the ice will crack. Crossing the river is very slow. The front army and the rear army have been disconnected." "Three thousand men, even with the support of ghost bows without thorns, they won't last long." Bach pondered for a moment, then slowly drew out his long knife, "The whole army is lightly armed! Assault! Go around the enemy's back, and Mu Li The general is attacking from both sides, we must use the fastest speed to eat up the 10,000 soldiers in the front of Shuobei, and we must be quick! Otherwise, if the enemy army succeeds in crossing the river, we will be attacked from both sides again!"

"The enemy brigade is crossing the river. If we stop the attack on the river bank instead, the enemy's losses will be even greater." Za Erhua said. Bach shook his head: "Let's join General Muli first, relying on courage and temporary luck, General Muli can't last for a long time." "Father, if we can't quickly eat the enemy's front army, and we are flanked and attacked, our entire army may be wiped out. The whole Shao elite of the Mosuer family are here, and Mu Haiyang, Nine Kings and the heads of several big families are here. Didn't move, do we really want to move first?" Za'erhua hesitated for a moment, and approached her father's ear. "Someone has to move first." Bach said indifferently, "Some nobles feel that they don't have to take the risk of rescue at this time, that's their business." "Which noble is really willing to spend his troops to save an old slave?" Za Erhua lowered his head and said. "You're right, my son, General Muli used to be a slave." Bach nodded, "But if a slave can stop the enemy's 10,000-strong army with 3,000 men on foot, we are called nobles. People with 10,000 cavalry with complete swords and helmets. What reason is there to wait and see?" "Father..." Za'erhua raised his head, from the faint words, he could feel that his selfishness had let his father down. "Za'erhua, when one day you lead troops to fight alone, you will understand what I do. On the battlefield, you have to trust someone. It's your courage. Even if you are in a desperate situation, you can still fight to the death with your sword. Bach patted his son's shoulder, "Muli is waiting for me, I know." Among the cavalry brigade waiting in the snow, a group of cavalry suddenly got on their horses, and all six cavalry were alarmed. After the cavalry quickly reorganized the group, they threw the grain and sundries on the saddle into the snow, Ten thousand people drew their sabers neatly.Each of them only brought a horse, a knife, a bow, and a bag of arrows, and led the horse into the dense snowstorm.Where they were originally stationed, there were only messy footprints, hoofprints, and various sundries. "It's the cavalry of Mosuer's family who are dispatched!" Scout Pegasus entered the center of the tiger and leopard cavalry formation, and knelt down in front of the nine king horses. "Mu Li didn't mistakenly believe in Bach." Nine Kings smiled lightly and waved his hands, "Understood, that's it." The cavalry in the north of Shuo was crossing the frozen Tai Nale River at high speed.But those handsome Xue Lingo horses had no chance to run at full speed, and they were immediately blocked as soon as they set foot on the land on the east bank of the Tainal River. The Shuobei warriors who had just crossed the river held their sabers and their blood was boiling, looking forward to entering the hellish killing field, but they immediately found tens of thousands of horses crowded together in front of them. pressure.They had no chance to move forward at all, and the people in front kept retreating. There were only 3,000 people, but these Qingyang slave warriors were like 3,000 iron nails pierced into the position, nailing the Shuobei Iron Cavalry's horse's feet to death. Only the two or three thousand Shuobei warriors at the front were really engaged in the battle. They roared and drove their horses and brandished their swords, trying to kill those hateful slaves who jumped out of the snow nest.They originally possessed armor far superior to that of the "Boule" and the steed's Xuelingo horses. In their eyes, warriors who fought on foot were ants that could be trampled to death with one foot.But it was these ants that flashed at high speed in front, back, left, and right of their horses, and swung their sabers at the moment they approached, either cutting off the legs of horses or people, each of them was as fierce as jackals and as erratic as ghosts.Most of the Shuobei warriors slashed anxiously and angrily, but their initial pride gradually turned into fear. They had a strong feeling that the world was turned upside down. They used to be hunters, but now they have become prey! What was even more frightening was the jet-black feathered arrows, which were continuously projected from the two wings, and almost every arrow hit something exactly, either the horse's neck or the human's chest.Shuobei warriors would also shoot arrows on their horses. Many of them were good archers who could shoot down big eagles. However, when riding at high speed, the violent ups and downs of the horse’s back would make all the bows and arrows lose their aim. At this time, the warriors could only pull Shoot forward with a full bow, only for the arrows to be thrown densely and powerfully.But for the group of archers in black, every feathered arrow is precious. They cut these bows and arrows with their own hands. When making arrows, they prayed to Pantar God, and wished that the power of the wind would be blessed on these arrows.Each of these arrows is used to taste the blood of the enemy. A thousand black-clothed shooters were divided into two teams, galloping at high speed on the snow and dust. Their formation was in a long arc, like a long knife cutting towards the flank of the Shuobei Army.Before the Shuobei warriors understood it, they drew their bows and set arrows on their bumpy horses. Five hundred pitch-black feathered arrows left the string almost at the same time, and hundreds of people fell off their horses in this wave of arrow rain.When the Shuobei warriors at the back raised their small shields covered with cowhide to try to resist, the archers in black pointed their bows at the sky. After an arc, it fell towards the center of the Shuobei Army, and hundreds of people fell from their horses.The area covered by those black-feathered arrows was abnormally concentrated, but in a circle with a diameter of fifty steps, the density of the arrows was so high that no one could escape. When the elite of Shuobei tried to go out to rob and kill the opponent's cavalry archers, these cavalry archers had spurred their horses to walk out in a big arc in the snow, and quickly left the battlefield from both sides, leaving only the flying snow dust to the Shuobei warriors . Not long after, these black-clothed archers reappeared on the two wings, throwing deadly arrows over again.Their harassment was more dangerous than the ferocious beast-like slave warriors on the front. More Shuobei warriors did not die with scimitars, but with bows and arrows. "Ghost Bow! Ghost Bow!" the centurion hissed and roared, "Raise your shields! Everyone! Raise your shields!" He recalled Qingyang and this secret army. He didn't expect that this army would be thrown into the battlefield at the beginning of the war, let alone how powerful the arrows that shot down the eagle were.As soon as he took off the shield from the saddle, a black feathered arrow was already coming towards him, and he quickly raised the shield to cover his throat.He heard a low muffled sound, as if the rotten wood was pierced by a sharp weapon, and then he felt a burning pain in his throat, blood blurred his vision, and he fell towards the snow. The arrow pierced his shield and throat, and the arrowhead made of mace protruded from the back of his neck with a knuckle-long sharp edge. More people fell off their horses, and on the vast snowfield, the ghost bow formed a formation of long swords on both wings, repeatedly slashing at the chaotic Shuobei army. Fuhua stabbed the scimitar into the snow, leaning on the hilt to breathe, and the slave warriors on both sides immediately covered his gap.Inhaling without gulping, coughing violently, he is the leader of Ghost Bow, he doesn't want to rest at this critical moment, I don't know how many slave warriors have been stepped into the depths of the snow by horseshoes, he will step on every step he takes in any direction. Seeing the corpse of an enemy or a companion, he shouted to himself in his heart that now he only needs to fight, there is no rest, no rest!But he has to admit that in close combat, he is far inferior to these slave warriors trained by Muli himself. These young people seem to know no pain or fear. When their comrades fall, they don't rescue them, they just rush to the next enemy They didn't cry when they were injured, and Huaji saw with his own eyes a young slave whose arm had been cut off and fell down in the snow with blood, and then he took a mouthful of snow and untied his waist A leather strap was used to wrap the severed arm to prevent blood loss.He stood up again with the mouthful of snow in his mouth, and pounced on the next enemy like a silent leopard. He cut down two Shuobei cavalrymen again, until he was pierced by a gun in the chest, he took the mouthful Snow vomited into the air with blood, and fell powerlessly in the snow. Buhuaci lowered his head and saw that the edge of his scimitar was full of gaps. He thought that those young slave warriors were actually the same as him, their physical strength was about to be exhausted, and their swords were almost broken.Their tactic is a tactic of risking their lives. Now they have the upper hand, but their vitality is about to run out. At that time, the large group of cavalry who was pressed behind will rush over and swallow this fragile infantry in an instant. How many Shuobei warriors are there?How long can you keep swinging the knife?Will the proud Qingyang cavalry come to rescue these dying slaves?These disorganized thoughts made Buhuaci tremble for no reason.He raised his head abruptly, and saw a long knife slashing straight down from above, with a whistling sound like a devil's cry.The slave warrior on his right took a step forward, and the horizontal knife held the knife, but when the two swords intersected, the slave warrior's scimitar shook slightly and broke.The Shuobei warrior raised his horse, and as the horse's hooves fell, he used his strength to chop again, splitting the head of the slave warrior into two pieces from the center. Howling and rage like a beast enveloped the heart of Buhuathorn, he grabbed a handful of snow and swallowed it in his mouth, and rushed forward to face the blade.The moment the knife hit his shoulder, he raised his hand and grabbed the Shuobei warrior's wrist, locked the long knife, and then his broken scimitar drew a chilling arc in the air, and the one holding the knife hand cut off.Buhuaji took another step forward and pierced the scimitar through Shuobei warrior's lower abdomen with all his strength. He looked back at the slave warrior who fell in the snow, saw his young face split in two, and there was no trace of life in his wide-open eyes.He only had time to take a look, and the tide of Shuobei warriors behind him rushed again. He tried his best to remember the appearance of the slave warrior by this moment, but he knew it was just a delusion.He smiled silently, turned around suddenly, and rushed forward. He rushed forward, brandished his sword and roared side by side with the slaves. He didn't feel tired anymore, and he couldn't feel the pain of the wound on his shoulder. He couldn't tell whether the blood on his body was his own or the enemy's. He no longer thought about when the strength of this army would be exhausted. This is the survival rule of these slave cutoffs: as long as they live, they continue to wield their knives.It was exactly the same as what his father had taught him, no thorns and even joy.He knew why these slave warriors didn't help the wounded, because their lives were one, just like the slave warrior just exchanged his own life for the life of Buhuathorn, for no reason, just to preserve the greatest strength to go to the hospital. Hack and slash enemies. As long as the last man is alive on the battlefield, the army is not dead. Someone grabbed his shoulder tightly, and just as Bu Huala was about to turn around and break free, he saw Mu Li's face covered with blood. "Don't rush forward anymore, Bach's cavalry is approaching us. When they arrive, we spread out to the sides and let Bach charge the enemy head-on." Mu Li said. "Is Bach here?" Buhuala's murderous aura calmed down a little, and he felt that all the strength in his body was drained, and he almost sat down softly. Mu Li shook the blood on the wolf blade: "Among the nobles, I believe in Bach Mosul." There was a sudden fluctuation among the slave warriors in the front. They originally suppressed the Shuobei cavalry to retreat continuously, but this strong offensive was contained for a while.Almost at the same time, Buhuaci heard a deep roar, like thunder on a distant mountain. Bu Huaci immediately looked in the direction of the roar.Mu Li was short and couldn't look over the heads of the crowd. The slave warrior next to him immediately squatted down and let Mu Li climb on his shoulders.The two of them took a deep breath at the same time, and at the same time the slave warriors in front began to retreat slowly. The brigade of Shuobei cavalry opposite them did not pursue, but spread out slowly, leaving a huge passage. A roaring monster appeared in the cavalry brigade in North Shuobei. It was as tall as three people, and it was wrapped in an armor composed of brown cowhide and black iron nails. Wrapped in pig iron, a huge iron mask completely covered its head, only revealing the eyes that were as red as burning coals.It was bound by iron chains, and twelve strong Shuobei warriors pulled these iron chains in all directions so that it would not lose control.But the beast was obviously excited, shaking its head desperately, stepping on the ground, and leaning forward violently. "Retreat! Retreat!" Mu Li raised his knife and ordered loudly. The slave warriors accelerated their retreat.Almost at the same time, the twelve Shuobei warriors let go of the iron chains, and the beast finally got rid of the shackles. With a roar, it lowered its head, and with six sharp horns forward, it rushed towards the slave warriors.Shuobei warriors all retreated, only one warrior who was in charge of holding the iron chain failed to get out of the way in time, his leg was caught by a piece of iron chain, and he dragged dozens of steps in the snow before he broke free. Body ice and snow, turned around and ran back. The appearance of this beast made everyone and all the war horses present look small and weak. It ran like a giant chariot full of iron thorns, shaking the ground, and the snow and dust rose to the height of the two of them.Buhua soon realized that the danger was far greater than he thought. The beast ran faster than a horse, and its weight of about 10,000 jin would crush anyone who collided with it head-on, not to mention those who Like the horns of spears and the two-foot-long iron spikes on armor. "It's 'Warhammer', crazy 'Warhammer'." Mu Li whispered. "Warhammer!" Buhuasa repeated the name in a low voice, taking a deep breath. This is a legendary name. During the entire barbarian war against Emperor Fengyan of the Eastern Land, when Shuobei and Qingyang were still friends, Shuobei sent this huge six-horned yak from the north as reinforcements.They are of the same family as the hexagonal yak domesticated by Kuafu in Shangzhou for riding, but the shepherds in Shuobei don't want them to become docile mounts. They provoke the fierce side of the wild beasts' nature and make them kill each other for courtship. Choose the best Dou's cubs were brought up, their necks were fastened with iron chains, and they were beaten with whips with iron spikes.The six-horned yak raised in this way is a ferocious devil, and will be as excited as a carnivorous beast when it smells blood. They are sent to the most dangerous battlefield to make a bloody path for the cavalry. Muli and Buhuala also retreated immediately. Humans couldn't match the speed of Warhammer, and the beast quickly caught up with the retreating slave warriors.The lightning speed allowed it to easily pick up several slave warriors with its sharp horns. The chests of these young men were pierced by the thick horns of the bowl, hanging on it like trophies.Several slave warriors spread out to the sides, paused suddenly while running, rolled backwards, and swung their knives against the ground at the same time.They tried to deal with Warhammer with this method of dealing with warhorses, but to their surprise, the scimitar cut on Warhammer's leg and could not break through at all. The beast's legs were covered with a layer of tough black horniness to the knees.The brave young man was instantly crushed into an indistinguishable mass of flesh by the hooves of the warhammer. The warhammer was completely unstoppable, and it shuttled wantonly among the slave warriors. It became more and more excited because of its wild running, and roared and raised its head. Blood dripped down its corners onto the iron surface. The fresh smell of blood made it crazy. "Lead it to the snow den!" Mu Li ordered. The slave warriors who were chased by Warhammer immediately ran towards the largest snow nest. When they approached the snow nest, they scattered to the left and right. Warhammer couldn't distinguish the snow-covered snow nest. , sank into a two-person deep snow nest, only revealing a huge black back.It struggled violently, but couldn't find a place to climb up. "Kill it!" Mu Li ordered again. Buhuala and the slave warriors ran towards the snow nest together. When he was ten steps away from the armored black back, he heard a deafening roar.Like a volcanic eruption, the snow in the entire snow nest flew towards the sky. The beast jumped up with all its strength, shook its head like crazy, and threw the corpses hanging on the sharp horns into the sky.A large area of ​​ice and snow collapsed, and the dozen or so slave warriors who were close to the warhammer were all sucked into the snow nest, and the falling snow blocks hit them on their bodies.The ferocious beast fell into the snow nest again, roaring, trampling wantonly, full of joy of killing, trampling human flesh and ice and snow into bloody mud. Mu Li dragged his thorns, while backing away, he turned his head to see the young people trained by him in the snow nest not far away, howling, the beast raised its head and hooves happily, and the blood of those young people was splashed all over its body. .He clenched his teeth, the muscles in his jaw protruded like a blade, and the corners of his eyes twitched slightly. "You can't leave that thing behind," Mu Li stopped, "otherwise it will block Bach's way!" "Leave it to me." Bu Huaci stuck the saber in his back, pulled out the hard bow carried on his back, and tried the string.The new bow will slightly affect his aim, but this is not a problem. He is a "ghost bow and arrow" without thorns. He can pierce both eyes of a wolf at the same time with one arrow from a hundred steps away. "All ghost bows come with me! Shoot its eyes blind!" Bu Huaci took a war horse from a ghost bow and got on the horse. Twenty ghost bow warriors approached him immediately, and there were only twenty ghost bow warriors here, who had just arrived from behind with their horses as reinforcements. "Your bow and arrow don't work. Even if you shoot it blind, it will still run amok on our ground." Mu Li pulled the harness of Buhuaji's war horse, "It must be killed. it!" He waved his hand behind him, and a slave warrior led the bone dragon to Mu Li's side.At this time, Warhammer jumped out of the snow nest again, and rushed towards the scattered slave warriors.Mu Li looked at its back, and silently inserted one knife after another into the knife pocket on the Skull Dragon's saddle. He still had four knives left. He gripped the handle of each knife vigorously, and immediately Get on the horse. Buhuala rode his horse to stand in front of Muli: "General Muli is the leading general appointed by the Maharaja. If you are damaged, it will affect the morale of the whole army. If you want to charge forward, you can let a young man like me go!" "Young man, you have to learn the rules of the battlefield. Even if you command a hundred thousand iron cavalry in the future, there will still be times when you have to hold your sword and fight your way out! You are the leading general, so this matter can only be done by Do it with your own hands!" Mu Li said in a low voice, making Buhua back with his eyes. "Throw the spear!" Mu Li shouted to the slave warriors behind. About a hundred slave warriors immediately approached him, pulled out the spears inserted in the back and threw them in the snow. These spears were made of balsa wood, and there was an iron spike one and a half feet long in the front. They were simple but powerful weapons. . "I need nine of you!" Mu Li said to the slave warriors. The slave warriors looked at each other. In a short time, they used their eyes to determine the nine of them who were most proficient in throwing spears. These nine walked out of the team, and someone behind them led their horses.Without Muli giving more orders, the nine slave warriors each took ten throwing spears and got on their horses. Muli turned over the last ten throwing spears from the saddle and picked them up in his hands. "Poison." Mu Li said. The remaining slave warriors fished out the thin brass cylinder from the side of the moccasin, and one of them took off his helmet and threw it in the snow.The slave warriors opened these thin tubes and poured the turquoise powder inside into the helmet, and then a dozen people approached the helmet. Unexpectedly, they untied their belts and urinated into the helmet.The urine melted the powder, turning it into a disturbing blue-green color. Mu Li and the nine slave warriors on horseback soaked the iron spikes of their spears in it. They pulled out the iron spikes, and the surface was severely corroded. It was covered with a layer of turquoise rust. Ten people raised their spears and collided in the air, and the turquoise liquid dripped into the white snow.Then they rode together to the Warhammer.War Hammer seemed to be aware of the danger approaching from behind, it stopped abruptly while galloping, and stood firmly with four hooves apart, looking at the ten horses approaching it with fiery eyes.The ten people led by Mu Li suddenly separated and galloped to the two sides when there were only ten steps away from it. When the warhammer swung his head and didn't know which side to pay attention to the enemy, ten people threw spears at it at the same time.The spears were all aimed at its eyes, which was its biggest weakness. The warhammer swung its head, trying to push away the spears with its sharp corners, but some spears still hit its iron mask, sending out a loud bang. ring. A second round of ten spears was hurled at the hammer again, this time aiming at its seemingly weak neck.It was only covered by the armor of cowhide and iron spikes, as long as the blood vessels in its neck could be injured, the poison on the iron spikes would enter its heart.The warhammer twisted its body with all its strength, most of the spears pierced through the armor and slightly scratched its skin, but they were thrown away immediately, and only one was attached to its body and did not fall off. The warhammer howled furiously, as if the poison was strong enough to cause it severe pain.It took a sudden step forward, and the last slave warrior failed to escape from it, and was knocked so that he and his horse overturned in the snow, and immediately stopped breathing. Buhuala's heart sank, he knew that Muli had missed the best opportunity, and when Warhammer knew how dangerous the poisoned spear was, it would be more vigilant. Mu Li turned back with his soldiers and threw the spear at the hammer again.These selected slave warriors are indeed good at spear throwing. They clamped the saddle with their legs, completely loosened the reins, and threw with both hands alternately. I have never heard of this throwing method from the Eastern Continent. The number of people can throw double the number of spears at one time, which is a good way for infantry to deal with large groups of cavalry.Warhammer is afraid of dense spears, and constantly swings its body to bounce off the spears that hit it. Its skin itself is as tough as tanned old cowhide, and only spears pierced from the front can penetrate.This round more spears hit the warhammer in the neck, and the venom entered the blood of the beast, but instead of weakening it, it made it more insane.It was panting heavily, under the black iron face, its eyes were fixed on the ten horses brought by Muli. These horses made a big circle in the snow and approached it for the third time. Buhuaca saw that the Warhammer suddenly lifted its front hooves from the ground, and paused heavily on the ground, snow and dust rose all the way to its abdomen.He shivered and realized the intention of the warhammer. At that moment, the fierce beast's eyes flashed with extremely ferocious flames. It was the eyes of wild beasts when they attacked their prey. "Stand back!" Bu Hua Sah yelled. It was too late, Mu Li led the slave warriors approaching from behind the hammer, and threw the spear again.The warhammer didn't dodge any more, it endured this round of attacks, let out a deafening roar, vacated its front hooves, and stood up.At this time, it was as tall as five people, supported only by two powerful hind legs. For Mu Li who was directly below it, the warhammer covered the entire sky. The war hammer rushed forward, pressing the weight of his whole body, his two front hooves slammed on the ground, and two white pillars of air rushed out of his nostrils.It was like an earthquake, and the people around felt the sound of the ground almost cracking. Within dozens of steps around, a large area of ​​snow was blown up, covering the Warhammer itself.Mu Li's team was immediately engulfed by the snow, and for the ten people beside Warhammer, what they saw was like an avalanche.In no time, he could only see the outermost slave warrior fall from his horse. The vigorous horse was shaken and flew off the ground, landed obliquely, and broke his leg bone.And those closest to the Warhammer will only be hit harder.Warhammer used the tactic in the snow nest again. Before the snow dust fell, it jumped and trampled around at high speed with its four hooves. "Follow me!" Buhuasa yelled, and rushed to Warhammer with twenty ghost bows. Warhammer's body suddenly tilted, as if its powerful jump was suppressed by something, this thing howled unwillingly.The snow and dust gradually fell, revealing the people below, those slave warriors who had fallen from their horses.At least seven of these young people survived, and they pulled the iron chains hanging from the Warhammer, which the Shuobei Warriors used to control the Warhammer.The seven people worked together to pull the warhammer around in place, and the iron chain was stretched straight, as if it would break at any moment.The warhammer swung its head frantically, but none of the dangerous sharp horns could reach the slave warriors. The length of these iron chains had been calculated. A thin figure suddenly jumped out of the snow in front of Warhammer, holding a throwing spear, he ran wildly in the snow, approaching Warhammer head-on.It was Mu Li, and he rushed towards the sharp horn of the war hammer.Warhammer immediately lowered his head to meet the foe.Muli didn't throw the spear, he rolled on the ground under the sharp corner, and dodged under the belly of the warhammer. There was a large piece of hair on the belly of the six-horned yak, which was more than ten feet long, and it was dragged into the snow, like a large black Tree vines, Mu Li's figure was immediately covered by those hairs.The six-horned yak looked down at its belly.Suddenly, it let out a long howl and struggled with all its strength. The seven slave warriors couldn't hold the chains and rolled down in the snow.The six-horned yak raised its head, its long horns were facing the sky, and Buhuaci found that its left eye was pierced by a spear, and half of the spear penetrated into its eyeball, giving this thing a near-fatal blow .It wasn't by throwing force, Muli stabbed the spear into it as a spear while the six-horned yak bowed its head, under the cover of its long hair. The warhammer spun its body like crazy, and it flew up with the iron chains, and the slave warriors who were too late to lay down were hit by the iron chains.Those iron chains weighed hundreds of catties, and without any thorns, I clearly saw a slave warrior running forward being hit by the iron chains coming from behind. At that moment, his body was broken like a tree that was cut off in the middle .He fell into the snow and never got up again. "Shoot the arrow!" Bu Huaci roared. Twenty black-feathered arrows shot at the Warhammer's eyes at the same time, but they were avoided by the Warhammer's swinging head, and only hit its iron face. As Mu Li said, this did not cause any harm to it at all, and even counted. Not to scratch an itch.Another round of twenty black-feathered arrows shot at its neck, but the bow and arrow could not penetrate its armor and skin, but only made it more furious.The warhammer charged straight at them, and the ghost bow warriors who were caught off guard did not have time to avoid it. The warhammer rushed into their formation and spun around again.The iron chain lashed at the horses of the Ghost Bows like a giant whip, smashing the bones of both the horse and the horse into powder.Bu Huaci jumped up from the horse's back just before his horse was hit, and rolled on the ground, avoiding the iron chain.He turned his head and saw that the people following him in the snow and dust had all fallen down. He was less than ten steps away from the warhammer, and he had already forgotten about retreating.He got up and ran towards the hammer, firing arrows as he ran.Warhammer turned his back to him, and instead of turning around, he lay down on the ground suddenly, trying to crush the enemy to death with his body.When Buhuaji rushed to Warhammer, that tens of thousands of kilograms body fell in front of him like a boulder.With a suffocating stench.不花刺往后跳了一步，仰头才发觉自己伤佛面对一堵接天的墙，刚才射出的那些箭只不过刺进了牛皮甲胄里，完全没有对战锤造成伤害。从没有这样的敌人，让他觉得自己如此渺小。不花刺又抓了一口雪含在嘴里，寒冷无法令他的血冷却，他从后腰拔出弯刀，抓住了战锤甲胄缝隙里露出的长毛，反手持刀扎在缝隙里。 他的刀尖扎入战锤的身体，仿佛在戳几十层叠在一起的老牛皮。他还要继续加力，战锤痛得站立起来。不花刺一手扯着战锤的长毛，一手握紧刀柄，被带得腾空。他脑海里一片空白，手上握不住，被甩到两三个人的高度。落下的瞬间他拧转身体，踩在弯刀的刀背上，弯刀脱离战锤的身体下坠，不花刺也攀上了战锤的后背。战锤喉咙里滚动着雷鸣般的吼声，毒药让它的血液加速流动，双眼渐渐变得血红，剧烈的痛楚让它完全疯狂，它环顾四周的人类，后蹄发力，像是一枚离开投石机的石弹，冲向了距离它最近的一群奴隶武士。 不花刺手腕翻转、把战锤的长毛在自己手上缠了几圈，紧紧地贴在它的背上。他被颠得五脏六腑都要移位，而周围都是战锤背甲上的铁刺，他不敢移动，他的脚踝已经在一枚铁刺上磨得鲜血淋漓。他挣扎着甩脱了那只被扎在铁刺上的靴子，双脚摸索着，光着的脚忽得一凉。他踏到了战锤背甲上用于固定铁链的两枚铁环，他把脚伸进去踩实了，缓缓地站了起来。他的双手自由了，立刻伸到背后去摸弯刀，这才想起刚才弯刀已经失落了。他抬头看向前方，大吼：“投矛！给我投矛！” 战锤冲入奴隶武士们中间，愤怒地摆头，铁枪般的尖角把一些人横扫出去，另一些则直接被挂在尖角上。更可怕的是战锤的铁蹄和铁链，战锤旋转身体，铁链把身边十几步内的人都打倒，它挨个地践踏那些尸体，发泄着愤怒。有些奴隶武士试图靠近不花剌把自己的投矛扔给他，不花剌努力探出身体去接，却没有抓中任何一支，而那些靠近的奴隶武士一个个被铁链打倒，再被踩成血水。 不花剌看着那些奴隶武士一个个倒下，被践踏。那些年轻人，他们骨骼碎裂，鲜血横流，他们死在这里了，作为一个卑贱而勇敢的奴隶，很少有人会记得他们的名字，即便这场战争青阳获得最后的胜利。不花剌觉得自己的浑身都在疼痛，仿佛被践踏，仿佛被抽打。他想起木黎的话来，如此真切地感到他的同伴正在死去，他那些卑贱而勇敢的奴隶同伴正在死去。 这些是他的“同伴”。 他再次想到了他死去的战马哈察儿，它的尸体在一里外的台纳勒河边的雪下，冻得僵硬。它没能看到这一幕，看到自己的主人不用弓箭，而是用腰刀一个一个地把敌人送进地狱深处，看到飞溅的鲜血里，仇恨和死人的灵魂一起升入天空，化作沉重的、铅色的云。 巨大的愤怒像是蛇毒一样在咬噬不花剌的心，从未有过的感觉包围了他，他忍不住要怒吼，让这匹凶兽在他的吼声中化为灰烬。 他站在靠近战锤颈部的位置，从背上摘下弓，右手拔箭，三箭同时上弦，对准甲胄的缝隙发射。他从未在如此近的距离上射箭，每一支箭都是最大的力量，足足没入战锤的皮肤一尺。战锤再次感受到痛楚，狂吼着开始了新一轮的冲刺，一边冲刺，一边摆动身体，试图把不花剌从背上甩下来。不花剌再次拔箭，仍是三支，对准同一个地方发射。他是射速最快的鬼弓，他还有大概四十枚羽箭，他心里强烈至极的念头是要把这东西射成筛子！ 不知多少箭没入了战锤的身体，密集的箭伤加上急速的奔驰，让这头凶兽的伤口也裂开，露出血红的肌肉。不花剌再次伸手向背后，这才惊觉已经没有箭了。焦急和愤怒让他几乎要吼起来，他的面前成排的奴隶武士倒下，他仍旧未能杀死战锤。他踩住铁环，跪在战锤的背上想要拔起那些箭再射。 “不花剌将军！”有人大喊他的名字。 不花剌抬起头，他如此清晰和真切地看见战锤的尖角刺入了一个奴隶武士的胸膛，把他挑到半空中。不花剌看见那张黝黑的脸，和被鲜血沾染的雪白的牙齿，他记得那个奴隶武士，埋伏战之前，这个年轻人曾把一个装酒的陶罐抛给他。年轻人用尽最后的力气，把手中的两样东西抛向不花剌，一个黄铜质地的筒，一根粗制的投矛。 战锤摆头把那个年轻人的尸体远远地抛了出去，鲜血在飘着细雪的空气中泼洒出绚丽的色彩，就像是东陆人喜欢在白色的绢上泼洒丹青来绘画，美丽、空旷、又悲凉。 不花剌看着年轻人的尸体落地。他拧开了黄铜筒子，狠狠的插进战锤的伤口里，毒粉散逸出来，几乎令他窒息。他吐出了嘴里含着的那口雪水，握紧投矛全力扎在战锤的背上。 “杀了你这个畜生！”他极尽凶狠地咆哮着。 投矛一再起落，带起浓腥的血，战锤哀嚎着狂奔，不花剌像是趴在它背后疯狂吸血的一只牛虻，一只愤怒的牛虻，它要用自己尖利而细小的嘴杀死这头巨大的牦牛。不花剌的胳膊已经失去了知觉，可他扔在不停地扎刺，那只胳膊似乎已经脱离了他的身体，变作了投矛的一部分。 战锤的身体忽地倾斜，不花剌没有防备，失去了平衡。他再抓不住，随着战锤一起滚在大片的积雪里。他的脑袋里一片空白，直到一匹马从身边驰过，马背上的人弯腰把他拎上了马鞍。 “战锤……”他略略想了起来，也认出了那个人，那是木黎，他正在透骨龙的背上。 “死了。”木黎说，“回头看一眼。” 他随即向着四周大吼：“分开！分开！骑兵大队就要来了！” “是莫速尔家的骑兵大队？他们到了？”不花剌一边问一边扭头去看，雪地里战锤巨大的尸体仿佛一座小山那样卧在冰雪中。他哆嗦了一下，不敢相信是自己杀死了那么一头巨大的猛兽，刚才的一切仿佛是做梦，只剩下脑海里漂浮的那股血腥气还在。 “没有见过你这样的贵族。”木黎说。 “我只是一个猎人。”不花剌嘶哑地回答，他这才发现在刺杀战锤的时候，喉咙已经因为咆哮而完全哑掉了。 “在贵族里我信巴赫·莫速尔，还有你！”木黎说。 铁蹄声在身后如狂风般过去，不花剌回头，看见莫速尔家的铁骑兵前锋在高速驰行中，仰天投出了箭雨，对面的朔北骑兵也是在同时进入了射程，同时投出了箭雨，双方箭雨密集得足以在半空中相撞。这是草原上最震撼也最惨烈的骑兵冲锋战，一个男儿的荣耀就是鞭策战马昂然迎着敌人的箭雨奔驰。 避过第一阵箭雨的骑兵们同时拔出了马鞍上的刀，刀声凛冽，喊杀声入云。至此埋伏战已经结束，双方的主力骑兵彻底接管了战场。