Spring and Autumn I Am King

It was already dark, Zhao Wuxi stood on the chariot behind, as a left archer, constantly reaping the enemy's life.

He has good eyesight, so he can still find time to help Tian Ben and others suppress the group of thieves on the opposite side. No matter how far away, he can't see the specific situation. The darkness is full of enemies. He just needs to shoot at the crowd.

Almost every arrow can cause a scream.

Drawing arrows, stringing, opening bows, and releasing, the diligent and hard practice on the shooting range in the past, the movements that have long been accustomed to, but now the arms are slowly becoming heavy like two sandbags are hanging.

However, the arrow cannot stop!

The temporary Rong Youcheng Tuan, who was appointed by his line of fire, was holding a halberd and his face was slightly pale. The chariot was not moving fast, but it was not as smooth as it was at the beginning, and now it was bumping constantly. The sound of infiltrating bones breaking and flesh collapsing was amplified countless times in the auricle.

Occasionally he was injured but not dead, and the robbers who didn't have time to be killed by the robbers reached out and climbed on the car, startling Cheng Tuan, he subconsciously looked back at Zhao Wuxi.

However, Zhao Wuxi ignored it, just stared into the distance and kept throwing arrows, just as he said before, "I will shoot with a bow in the distance, and you will use a halberd to peck and slash those who are near."

So Cheng Tuan, who had never killed anyone before, had to narrow his eyes, raised his halberd, and gave the injured robber who wanted to cling to the car fiercely!

The man let go of his hand after a miserable cry, and blood splashed into Cheng Yan's eyes. There was a blood red in his pupils, and behind the car, there were indeed a dense number of corpses, there were twenty or thirty corpses, and two or three of them were warriors who fell to the ground!

And those who waddle in the dark. Glittering reflections, I don't know if it was a puddle. Still a pool of blood.

And so far, everyone has more than halfway forward on the mountain road. Next, there are more group thieves waiting for them.

However, at this moment, there was a turning point ahead.

The average person Tian Ben seemed to be insane, and kept dashing forward. He was indeed the same as Zhao Wuxi hoped, and he became a sharp knife that stabbed at the enemy and was indestructible, and it was like a hot flame, twisting and jumping and burning desperately.

Ge blade was disabled, and he grabbed a spear stuck on the corpse. Strong against the dagger slashed into his shoulder, he stabbed the spear into the abdomen of the sword-wielding bandit, roaring and dashing forward, piercing the two in one breath.

Afterwards, he reluctantly pulled out his sword, stuck out his tongue and licked his own blood, grinned and continued to move forward desperately.

At this time, Tian Ben became angry, his hair was loose, and his eyes were red.

He is in the eyes of thieves. No longer just a "good war" man.

"Mountain Ghost!" "Kill God!" The thieves called him that.

The group of thieves who were blocking the way did not expect that this fierce soldier would be so brave, and no one dared to plunder his edge. In shock, they stepped back in succession. They spread out on the mountain road and in the woods again, not daring to stop them forcibly.

In this way, Zhao Wuxie fell into his arms.

It seems. The initial goal of these robbers was indeed to raid Chengxiang, but they just happened to collide with themselves. Both sides were a little surprised.

According to Zhao Wuxi's observation along the way, most of the pirates were young and strong men. Some were dressed in tattered Rong fur coats and were haired; there were also ordinary Jin savages with vertebrae buns and bunts. The weapons in their hands are more complicated, most of them are sharp-edged spears, and some also hold short swords.

From the very beginning, Zhao Wuxi felt that something was wrong. Not to mention that a group of thieves of hundreds of people rampaged around Xinjiang, crossing the Qing clan's territory from the Luliang Mountain area and attacking Chengxiang, it was an incredible thing.

Ordinary ordinary pirates are nothing more than holding some branches and rocks in their hands. Long soldiers such as daggers and spears are expensive, and they are strictly forbidden to sell by the Jin state. Will it be in their hands?

This shows that although the group of thieves is a mob, they either robbed an arsenal with great luck, or were temporarily armed by people with ulterior motives.

Such a guess made Zhao Wuxi a little awe-inspiring: behind these thieves, there was an invisible hand controlling them, instructing them to attack the Zhao family and Chengxiang at this critical moment!

Thankfully, these robbers don't have any long-range weapons. Otherwise, even if there are no bows and arrows, it is only necessary to arrange dozens of flying stone hands on the hillside who can throw rocks with ropes and leather bags.

Now, they have already killed half of the way on the mountain road. Tian Ben and other brave soldiers have at least confessed more than 30 lives. The rest of the group of thieves are a little afraid and no longer dare to stop them.

However, the horse team behind was still held tightly by hundreds of robbers. Although they prevented the opponent from approaching, they were forced to confront them, unable to escape to reinforce the front. Moreover, the arrows are getting less and less, if the people behind them muster up the courage to charge, and the front will bite the bullet and stop, Zhao Wuxi and others will become meat buns, and the trend will be gone!

…

Juvenile Yu Rang was squatting on a large rock far away, playing with the one-foot dagger in his hand, while carefully observing the battle on the gentle slope: those who were slaughtering and slaughtered, and the panic-stricken group of thieves.

It's like a tiger chasing a sheep!

They all fought hard and were willing to die for the king, and the gentleman on the chariot did not let everyone fight alone. He was constantly opening his bow and arrogantly arrogant, which made Yu Rang have an urge to keep pace with him.

Although he had been instructed in advance by his uncle, who was also a retainer of the Fan family, to bring people to him, Yu Rang couldn't help it.

"You can't fight like this!"

At this moment, the frontline group of thieves had already lost about 30 people and was on the verge of collapse. The leader was also flustered, as if he had grasped the backbone of this taciturn little guide, he blurted out and asked, "What should I do?"

Yu Rang stretched out a pair of palms that were covered with calluses from practicing martial arts, and slapped them together, like killing a mosquito.

"The township is approaching, and there is no way to retreat. For the current plan, we can only kill the stragglers with swords, forcing them to turn around and resist, so that we can strike back and forth!"

…

Zhao Wuxi's arm was already sore, and they had walked two-thirds of the gentle slope. This is far from Chengxiang Township. Less than two miles away, but the group was still surrounded by two sides. Moreover, the situation has also changed.

"Gentleman. Look!"

Cheng Tuan, who was in the same car with Wu Xie, lost the composure that he could talk about in front of Dong Anyu between life and death.

The hundreds of thieves in the rear had been completely divided into two halves, making way through the middle. And walking out from the back are dozens of strong men dressed as soldiers, all wearing thick leather armor and armor. They held poplar shields. Forming a circle, trotting forward, it looks orderly, obviously different from the previous scattered thieves.

Zhao Wuxi sighed: "This is the arrival of the other party's elite."

Finally, the faceless leader, like a gloomy fox, hung up for nearly a moment and exhausted the strength of Zhao Wuxi and the others, and then showed the final blow.

As long as these armored and hooded robbers face the arrow and dash forward. He crossed the single rider who was already shooting arrows, and then chased after the military car...

Your own life is in danger!

There are also new changes ahead. The group of thieves are no longer afraid to retreat, but under the scolding. He was forced to raise his weapon, aimed at Tian Ben and others who were approaching, and stopped to block. Dozens of people formed a thick human wall.

In the face of that densely-packed spear, Tian Ben and the others would not be wearing heavy armor. With a blunt weapon, you can hit it and disperse it.

Not to mention. After fighting for miles in a row, they had already lost more than half of them and were out of breath.

"Gentleman, what should I do?" Cheng Tuan's lips trembled, he felt that he was really facing a desperate situation at this time.

Zhao Wuxi looked at the wolf in front of him, then turned back to look at the tiger in the back, frowning silently.

Do you want to use a chariot to force a charge?

However, at this critical moment, the advancing military car was bumped for a while, and the right side where Cheng Tuan was located suddenly collapsed, and the car slammed heavily on the ground. This sudden vibration made Wu Xie almost unsteady to stand, and Cheng Tuan was even worse. The upper and lower teeth slammed into the tongue, and his mouth was full of blood.

"What's wrong?"

In front of the two, Wang Sunqi's voice was still like Gujing Wubo: "Gentleman, the right wheel is trapped."

"Can it be repaired and replaced immediately?"

Wang Sunqi only glanced at him and said, "The spokes are broken, so I'm afraid it won't work."

After hearing the words, Cheng Tuan covered his **** mouth and his body trembled a little, while Zhao Wuxi straightened up in the car and smiled bitterly.

"It's really not a single misfortune." There was only one sentence left in his heart.

Rong Kou, who was slowly approaching behind him, still had dozens of steps, and the group of thieves who stopped and waited in front were still 20 steps away. After about a dozen breaths, the two sides could form a combined attack.

At that time, should I draw my sword and kill myself, or offer my sword to surrender?

Zhao Wuxi threw down the pulley bow that had already shot the arrows, and pulled out the Shaoyu (ju) sword with his backhand, ready to fight to the death.

Cheng Tuan bit half of his tongue, and the pain was unbearable. He didn't dare to spit it out in his mouth. Seeing Zhao Wuxi drawing his sword, he leaned on the halberd and wanted to stand up.

Tian Ben and the others could no longer rush. He had now completely turned into a **** man. He leaned back and leaned beside the stalled carriage, panting heavily. His companions were no better.

The last person to stand up was Wang Sunqi, who was sitting firmly in the position of the master along the way.

His voice was still calm: "Gentleman, the servant may have a solution."

"any solution?"

Wang Sunqi also drew out his dagger, and he slashed at the bridles and reins that tied the horses. These taut ropes and leather banners snapped.

"Wang Sun?"

Zhao Wuxi did not understand what Wang Sunqi meant.

"More than half of the villagers were killed or injured, and Tian Ben was so wounded that he was no longer able to charge. He had to stand behind while riding alone. Now, it's the horses' turn to lead the gentleman..."

Zhao Wuxi looked at the four horses and then at Wang Sunqi, and suddenly understood. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

This year, the four good horses that led the chariots for Zhao Wuxie were carefully selected by Wang Sunqi, who accompanied Wu Xie, from the stables of the lower palace.

According to Zhou Li, only the emperor drove with six pure-color horses, and the princes drove with four pure-color horses, so they were not pure colors, but four colors of black, white, and red.

I don't know if it was the experience of starting a business in the stables, or whether it was the inheritance of the Zhao clan's tradition of loving horses. Wu Xie also loved these four horses very much.

Black hooves, flying snow, red mane, and five flowers, these are the names Zhao Wuxi took for them after the "Eight Horses" of King Mu of Zhou. (To be continued..)

ps: Thanks to book friend Wuti Jiangfeng (you and the horse's name are really coincidental), cat demon? , The second reincarnation, Ye Luojiqiusheng, book friend 130830005604427, Xingyu flying abc, a reward for the miracle of Xiaoqi civilization!

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