MTL - Qiang Jin Jiu-Chapter 189 Snow soldier

Zhao Hui originally thought that Qi Zhuyin had brought Qidong's reinforcements, but he only saw dozens of relatives from behind Qi Zhuyin, and he couldn't help but be perplexed: "Master, this is ..."

"I'm not here to fight for you," Qi Zhuyin began to wrap a strip of cloth around his right palm, so that the blood-soaked knife handle would not slip easily, "but to fight with you. From now on, you and this brother will stay in place I will be demoted, and the battalion owner will be temporarily held by me. "

As soon as this remark came out, not only Zhao Hui stunned the gods, but even Guo Weili stayed awhile for a moment, and then refuted: "No!"

Although Qidong has always maintained friendly exchanges with Libei, and in the four years of Xiande, he has blocked the advance of the Biansha cavalry and regained the six states of Bo, but they are clear-cut and never overrun in terms of control. They can call Qi Zhuyin as the boss, but it does not mean that they are willing to listen to Qi Zhuyin's assignment.

Qi Wei heard that he took a sign from the bag on the waist and threw it to Guo Weili. Guo Weili caught it and turned to take a closer look. It turned out to be Xiao Jiming's waistband.

At this moment, the female wall facing southeast was smashed, and the remaining gap was filled with a single-shot cannon. Although this kind of thing is called a cannon, it is actually a trebuchet. It has leather nests to load stones, supports a long pole, and shoots out by human power. The power is much smaller than the trebuchet brought by Hasson. The infantry in front of Hasson carried an iron shield, and had to move forward against the danger of falling rocks and had to slow down.

Looking at Qi Zhuyin, Zhao Hui had pulled up the ghost-knife, and followed Qi Zhuyin hurriedly, saying, "There are only 8,000 men left in a battalion. Hasson has 10,000 cavalry in sight. The commander wants to take us to the reinforcements. But the second battalion fell. At the latest, we will have to wait until the day after tomorrow to have reinforcements. During this period ... "

"Fuck the old lady's heart, this battalion wall is four feet thick, even if the female wall is completely broken, it is difficult to capture. You have enough oil and two more ..." Qi Zhuyin saw the bed crossbow and said happily, "We Qidong Forge Bed crossbow. "

"Heavy arrows are not enough," Zhao Hui said when she saw Qi Zhuyin, she wanted to get out of the city, and said anxiously, "I can't get back the heavy arrows I shot, and the reserve in the camp can't support tomorrow. Marshal, what do you want to do! As soon as we can fight. "

Qi Zhuyin's sword was called Hajiu, and she was stopped by Zhaohui, saying, "Hahn's 10,000 troops have to bear the equipment that they did not have before. In order to maintain the speed of the march, he must reduce the rations he carries, so he cannot fight long. As long as you can bear your temper in the city, you can wait until he retires. "

Qi Zhuyin said, taking a few steps back, raising his voice: "But if you miss tonight, you will never find such an opportunity. Hasson treats you as a sharpening stone, and tempers his own on the prestige of the iron wall. Recruit, don't be silly, the so-called iron wall is just a layer of shame, so you can't be called an iron rider if you hit your buttocks. "

Guo Weili tightened his brand, and Zhao Hui felt that the atmosphere was not good.

Qi Zhuyin raised her finger to the southeast camp gate, her eyes filled with madness, and she stared at Guo Weili, saying, "Do you want to hang out with me?"

***

Hasen faced Lu Guangbai on the southern battlefield. The Bianjun defending army was like a stubborn stone, stuck in the gap, and despite the storm and stormy attack of the Biansha cavalry, he did not move at all. However, Hasson knew more about Qi Zhuyin's name. He had already played with Qi Zhuyin in the raid battle of Fengyueyeye.

Hasson thinks Qi Zhuyin is two people.

Qi Zhuyin's sitting on a large account and her cross-matte knife are basically two styles. She switches freely between "commander" and "master." Unlike Lu Guangbai, who is calm and stable, she can adapt to her own circumstances and can use all external factors to bring down her opponents. Otherwise, she will not accomplish the feat of the 13th Battalion of Burning Sands.

She belongs to the "flexible" type.

The gate was closed tightly, and the iron shield of Biansha was forced within five hundred steps between the weakened slings. Their iron shields not only protect the human body, but also protect against crashes. This kind of car is equipped with giant wood. When they come to the front, the soldiers can use it to hit the gate of the barracks, which is a siege weapon.

Hasson's cavalry is ready to go. They are divided into Hammer Scorpions and Scimitar Elite. Scorpions can also replace Scimitar if necessary. Hasson was very patient. He would not give the battalion any further delay. He would break through the gate and use these cavalry to slaughter the remaining soldiers from the north.

Iron shields work well, and the Bentley Infantry gradually picked them up. The collision was intact between the shelters. At the front of the camp door, dozens of people pressed in unison, hitting the door against the giant wood and constantly falling dust.

Hasson raised his hand, and he was ready to charge.

There was a muffled sound at the camp gate, and cracks appeared in the area where it was subjected to the collision. In order to make the center soldier better, the infantry on both sides removed the iron shield. They shouted, backed up, and bumped together. The battalion gate finally burst open and looked crumbling.

Zhao Hui stepped on the rotten stack, looked down against the wind probe, and shouted, "Let it go!"

The wall suddenly smashed the crock, and in the crackling sound, the oil poured down, and along the wall, the sand infantry covered their heads. The flames ignited, like a few poisonous snakes, and slammed into the body of the Biansha infantry. The Iron Shield couldn't stop the fire either, and the screams rang out for a while, and the smell of flesh burning permeated.

The camp door suddenly moved, and it hung dullly, revealing the steed waiting behind the door, and the north iron rider shrouded in iron armor. Qi Zhuyin entered the battle lightly, and she carried the dove, and in the heat of the horse snoring, she came straight out like a meteor.

The next moment the iron horse thundered in the snow, and they followed Qi Zhuyin, stepping over the iron shield in front of the battalion door, as if born from a fire, and blasted directly towards the Biansha cavalry who was behind the infantry.

The machete retreated immediately, and the scorpions sat firmly on the steed, moving their arms and arms in Hasson's whistle, welcoming them with a hammer. They leaned on the sledgehammer and gave the worst lesson from the north iron ride. Tonight, they can still smash the iron ride helmet.

Zhao Hui stood at the wall, overlooking the battlefield, her chest beating violently, and her breathing was disturbed.

The scorpion lifted the hammer and stunned against the head of Tieqi in the wind-but the blade was rigidly inserted straight from the side, Qi Zhuyin held the handle with both hands, and took the sledge by the force of the war horse Dove's blade lifted the hammer and knocked the scorpion off the horse.

While the scorpion rolled off the horse's back, the heavy armored iron rode back neatly. They retreat neatly and are scattered. Hasson heard the sound of horseshoes behind the heavy armor, and then saw that the scattered cavalry was supplemented by a wielding sword—that was not a light riding, it was a north iron rider with heavy armor unloaded.

Guo Weili has never been so light. He put all the awkwardness in these days in his hands, and roared exhaustedly along the empty road, and the long knife slashed the scorpion head-on. Blood splattered, he had rushed to the front, the familiar heat returned to his palm, Guo Weili's hands were shaking with excitement.

"Fuck ..." Guo Weili gasped, almost crying, and shouted hard, "Master-cool!"

This shout made Zhaohui tears.

Qi Zhuyin laughed. She lifted the dove while raising the horse, and plunged into the body of the scorpion as the horse fell.

Is n’t it because you have to remove the heavy armor from the North Rail Riding? Maybe this is the case, but it was the Xiao family's departure from the North Railway, not Qi Zhuyin's departure from the North Railway. It's one reason why the North Rail Riding in the north snowfields failed to catch up with the pony, but now that Hasson's cavalry wants to attack the city, they must hit the blade of the North Rail Riding by themselves.

Guo Weili wore a scorpion, and he was no longer afraid of hammers. He removed the heavy armor. Here, the action of the scorpion's hammer is extremely dull, and the scorpion has a weakness. They have no armor in order to maintain speed. As long as they lose the advantage of the hammer, they will still have a long sword. Blood splattered in front of the battlefield.

Qi Zhuyin gazed at the heat and looked at Hasson. At such a distance, she stared at Hasson in the blood-splattered battlefield.

The scorpion is precious. Hasson must respond. He wants the scorpion to retreat, but as soon as he orders, Qi Zhuyin will then retire Guo Weili and put on heavy armor. She seems to be passive but active, firmly occupying the upper hand tonight, and does not need to pursue, she only needs to stand on a certain line on the battlefield and wait. Hasson would have to give up if he wanted to continue. Everything that was invincible was lost to Qi Zhuyin here.

come.

Qi Zhuyin's eyes were so provocative, she even gave Hasson a mocking smile and smoothed away the blood on the blade.

"Retreat." Hasson took a decisive decision, never fighting.

But Hasson brought the equipment, which was something that took a lot of time to get out of Zhongbo. If he stayed here, it would be a loss for him. He divided his forces to transfer equipment, and some of the cavalry would slow down and be dragged down by heavy weight.

Qi Zhuyin patted his horse across the knife, and led Guo Weili to chase out under the snow. She knew that Hasen's elite would definitely evacuate first. This act was more like coaxing a child, taking the North Rail Cavalry ridden by the Biansha Cavalry behind Biansha Cavalry's ass, and scaring the other side from time to time.

Guo Weili was finally angry, and he wanted to continue chasing after him, and was dragged by Qi Zhuyin's back.

"Going home," Qi Zhuyin stared at Xueye, converging with a smile. "After leaving the camp, he will fall into the previous predicament again. Hasson is not a person who runs with his tail, don't give him a chance to regain fanfare."

Guo Wei was angry and naturally listened to Qi Zhuyin. When he turned the horse's head, he said excitedly: "Master, after going to Xueye, he will do the same. Hasson is not even a fart!"

"Hasson doesn't have to attack the city, he won't rush forward, but will cover you up." Qi Zhuyin thought, "... but tonight, his change also needs to run in."

Hasson is adding chips to the Biansha Cavalry, but he is too greedy. The iron shield tonight is proof that this batch of infantry did not give the Biansha Cavalry an advantage, but it was a burden. They could not run the war horse in the snow field. Once it fell, It is death, and it can only be used to attack the city.

Guo Weili still wanted to say something, but Qi Wei suddenly blew his whistle, came over from the scout, and came to Qi Zhuyin, saying, "Master, there are soldiers approaching!"

The snow was blown up by the wind, whispering wind collars, and the foot soldiers stepped on the snow den with one foot deep. They were all blown white by the wind. They seemed exhausted but cohesive, and they could walk quickly as soon as they heard the sound of horseshoes. They were the best infantry soldiers in the world to fight ambush. Before crossing the desert, they were called the Border Guard.

Qi Zhuyin dismounts and confronts the man headed through the heavy snow. She was so familiar with the army that she could recognize who he was simply by detailed reporting by Qi Wei.

The man took off his masked cloth strips, and with the stubble, stood there panting. He has left for too long, as if he had passed away. He smiled slightly and said wearily: "... Master, I am a soldier."

It was Lu Guangbai who defected.

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