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Chapter 598 Fireworks are easy to be cold ([-])

Thanks to the similar scenes I have seen in many film and television dramas.

For example, after a group of people "swish~" pulled the tripping rope, the cavalry army that was rushing like a tide immediately fell into a ball.

Therefore, Fan Zhu, a half-novice, is still very interested in tricks such as "tripping the horse rope" and "ground knife" used by the heroes of the rivers and lakes.

Looking forward to seeing some surprise scenes from these people.

It's just that he didn't expect at this moment that everyone in the Xuange Battalion was fighting in formation even though they were all in heavy armor and equipped with very reasonable long and short weapons.

In order to block the impact of the Mongolian heavy cavalry, they paid the price of one death and multiple injuries.

These martial arts are at most a little higher than them, and many of them are still similar. How can they easily block the brutal impact of the heavy cavalry?

It doesn't matter what's a 'tripping horse rope' or a 'ground knife'.

After all, to put it bluntly, it is nothing more than a group of people relying on the courage of the flesh and blood, using their own flesh and blood to fight here to the death and never retreat.

So, in the next short period of time.

Fan Zhu saw scenes that he could not forget after a long, long time; even at that time, the martial arts of these people can only be described as weak chickens to him...

The one who yelled "Brother Guan, tripping the horses~" was Guan Jiumin's righteous younger brother Zhang Kui, who had a face as black as charcoal, and a pair of big axes with both hands.
The two of them are currently on Fan Zhu's left, about fifteen or six steps away.

Seeing some heroes blocking the position in front of them, under the impact of those heavy horses.

Although he waved the sword in his hand and blocked it without hesitation, he was stabbed over by the spear riding at the speed of the horse, or knocked to the ground directly after a blink of an eye.

When it seems impossible to even delay their speed.

'Sai Zhangfei' Zhang Kui immediately yelled out such a sentence towards his sworn brother.

While shouting, he picked up one end of a rope, wrapped it around his waist pole twice, and then tied a dead knot.

The legs took a standard four-level horse stance, and after a sudden shock, the soles of the feet stepped directly into the ground until they reached the ankles.

At that time, Guan Jiumin, who was about ten meters away, saw Zhang Kui treating himself like a wooden stake.

How could he not know what was in his mind for a foster brother like himself.

Also holding the other end of the rope, he wrapped it around his thick waist twice.

Just before he tied a knot, his legs took a horse step and plunged deeply into the ground, and the four Mongolian heavy horsemen were about to rush through the space between the two of them.

Although in front of these heavy cavalry, a man in Taoist attire danced a beautiful sword flower with the long sword in his hand.

But judging from the pale face of this person, he was not at all sure whether he could block his opponent.

So without any hesitation, Guan Jiumin knelt down on one knee, grabbed the rope with both hands and pulled it vigorously, so that the tripping rope was tightly tightened between him and Zhang Kui at a height of [-] centimeters from the ground.

The next second later, Guan Jiumin felt an unimaginable force coming from the palm of his hand.

There was also a sharp tearing pain in the palms of the hands that firmly grasped the tripping rope.

The rope that was directly slid by the palm was worn to pieces, and the rope with a piece of blood and flesh also fell out of his hand involuntarily.

Fortunately, such a dedication of his has also been quite generously rewarded.

With the slender calves of three war horses, after being tripped by the tight rope, he immediately lost his balance and fell headlong towards the ground in front of him.

Those Mongol knights on horseback with a card in their left hand and a spear in their right.

Also at this moment, as the war horse fell forward, there was no time to make other reactions.

Whether it was the horse or the knights on it, if they were thrown down at such a high speed, it could be said that they would not die or be crippled.

Soon thereafter was the ground, three piles of the man-made obstacles they had expected.

It's a pity that there was another Mongolian heavy cavalry that didn't fall down.

When he saw that he was about to stumble over the bridle rope, he pulled the rein vigorously, forcing the horse to jump high, narrowly avoiding the bridle rope and the fate of being tripped.

And when he was in the air, the riding spear in his hand was used as a throwing spear, and he threw it directly at Zhang Kui.

The moment Guan Jiumin let go of the rope, Zhang Kui immediately sat down on the ground as soon as the strength of pulling each other disappeared.

At this critical moment, his legs stepped deeply into the ground.

Therefore, for a while, he clearly watched a riding spear piercing towards him, but he couldn't dodge at all; he could only watch helplessly as the flying spear pierced his chest, and then nailed himself to the ground.

Although he didn't die immediately, no one knew that this black-faced man might not live long under such serious injuries.

Seeing such a scene suddenly, Guan Jiumin's eyeballs turned red instantly.

Regardless of the rotten palms that were already bloody and bloody under the rubbing of the rope just now, it was only when he touched the handle of the Daguan knife that he felt a sharp pain.

Still brandishing the Daguan knife, he wanted to kill Nameng to avenge his righteous brother.

But after chasing after two steps, the rider was already ten meters away, and at the same time that he knocked down the man in Taoist costume; the Mongolian man on top also fell down his horse holding his throat.

Seeing that this enemy had been crowned, there was another sound of hooves behind him.

Stopping and turning around, Guan Jiumin slashed out with all the anger, depression and hatred in his backhand with all his strength.

He forcefully swiped out the "Returning Saber", a move in the family's sword technique, in an unprecedented peak state,
After a bright knife light, the head of a bay red Mongolian horse was split in half.

Then, the steps under Guan Jiumin's feet moved quickly, and he passed the spear stabbed by the knight on horseback within a short period of time.

After being hacked to death, but under the action of the momentum, the horse continued to move forward.

The Daguan knife in his hand was raised high again during a flip, facing another cavalry that had just rushed up in front of him, he used all his strength to "slash Huashan Mountain".

Two or three seconds later, Guan Jiumin, who also had a spear on his lower abdomen, supported the Daguan Dao on the ground with a bloodstained blade and handle.

Relying on such a movement, he managed to keep his body from falling to the ground.

At the position beside him, if you count the three riders who fell on the tripping rope first, there are now a total of six riders who fell to the ground.

If you count the position a little further ahead, the fallen heroes of the world, and the corpses of the three Mongolian heavy cavalry.

In this small area, there are enough corpses, which can be regarded as slowing down the speed of Mengren's charge.

It's just that Guan Jiumin no longer cares about such small things at this moment.

When he clearly felt life and was disappearing rapidly, the only thing he could do was look up in Zhang Kui's direction.

In the end, after the two men looked at each other, they all died at the same time with smiles on their faces.

The reason why they could still laugh before they died should be when they got married under a certain peach tree more than seven years ago.

The sentence I said together: I don’t want to be born in the same year, the same month and the same day, but I want to die in the same year and the same day.

Apparently, they did...

*****
At the same time, that is, when the black-faced man Zhang Kui was on his body and tied a tight knot with a rope, he was about 30 meters to the left of Fan Zhu.

The people who came to the door were actually Bao Buqiu and his four disciples during the night talk at Wantou that day.

Facing six rows of five cavalry in each row, a total of thirty or so cavalry charged madly forward, biting their back molars and holding a thick-backed single saber, advancing instead of retreating.

no way!The impact force of these Mongolian heavy cavalry is too strong.

If they dismounted and fought alone, or if the speed of the horse slowed down, the heroes of the rivers and lakes were confident that it would be no problem to fight one against two or even three.

But once they formed an formation and charged up, the heroes who stood in front of them, no matter how ingenious the moves in their hands, would be defeated in one blow.

Under normal circumstances, it would be impossible for the twenty or so people standing in front of these heavy cavalry to stand up.

Then at such a time, it's time for them to go out and make a move.

Because Bao Buqiu not only heard it from the seniors in his sect, but he also said it to his disciples countless times, and most importantly, he boasted to his comrades in the world.

Their slamming door, each door slamming knife, originated from Meng Liang, a general in the Northern Song Dynasty.

In the battle formation with the sword in one hand, it is specially used to chop off the enemy's horse legs.

Later, it was only because of the needs of fighting in the rivers and lakes. After some improvements, it became the current saber technique that specializes in attacking the opponent's lower three lanes.

So since the cowhide was blown out, no matter whether it was the case or not, he had to bite the bullet whether it was covered or not.

With such an idea in mind, Bao Buqiu, the sect master who took the lead, was still seven or eight steps away from the oncoming Mongolian cavalry, and rolled forward on the spot.

After flipping twice in a row, at the moment when he bounced up slightly from the ground, the thick-backed single knife in his hand was driven with all his strength, and he chopped at a horse's leg in front of him.

Moments later, that slender horse leg was cut off in an instant.

The horse that lost its balance, and the majestic knight on it, fell to the ground immediately.

In addition, in a small area around, his four apprentices followed suit and chopped off a slender horse's leg.

The morale of the Mongolian heavy cavalry who charged up aggressively was suddenly stopped.

One knife is meritorious service, and it was discovered that cutting a horse's leg and cutting a human's leg are the same thing.

Therefore, Bao Buqiu, who was ecstatic in his heart, did not continue to roll forward after dodging the fallen horse, but turned over and let his back lie on the ground.

Relying on the strength of his back, even his shoulders and elbows, he kept moving on the ground.

Dodging the horseshoes that kept trampling down, and the deadly spears stabbed out by the knights who bent down their bodies; at the same time, the thick-backed long knife in his hand found an opportunity, and chopped down the galloping horse.

Or the sharp point of a knife, along the soft belly of the horse, ripped open the war horse.

Good guy!The war horse continued to move forward under the momentum, while running, it kept dropping the colorful intestines and organs in its stomach to the ground, dragging it forward.

That scene was truly bloody.

In short, in just a blink of an eye, Bao Buqiu knocked down three cavalry by himself, and the result was brilliant.

With the addition of his disciples, the results were slightly worse, and the Mongolian heavy cavalry squad that had rushed up aggressively was beaten into a panic.

It's just that the specific implementation process of such a tactic is like dancing on the tip of a knife.

At most, it can only be used at noon, because sooner or later something will happen.

With all the muscles in Bao Buqiu's waist and back, he moved an arm's length to the right, narrowly dodging a blood-stained riding spear, after the crisis of assassination.

Suddenly there was a scream in the ear, and a voice with a crying voice: "Master~"

He glanced over instinctively, and saw the third apprentice Bao lying a dozen steps away to the west, with a thick-backed long knife out of his hand.

The chest obviously collapsed into a large lump, obviously the injury caused by being trampled by the war horse.

As for the other three apprentices, although they were still struggling to move on the ground, Bao Buqiu was also frightened by the thrilling process.

Bao Buqiu's wife died early, and she remained unmarried since then, so that now she doesn't even have a child under her knees.

So these years, a total of four orphans have been accepted as apprentices.

They were named Bao Xiangdong, Bao Xiangxi, Bao Xiangnan, and Bao Xiangbei; they were said to be apprentices, but in fact they were regarded as their sons, the ones who planned to pass on the mantle.

Seeing such a scene, Bao Buqiu's mind was in a turmoil, and the dodge movement that was originally tense, had an accident after a little relaxation.

With a 'click~', his calf was stepped on by a horse's hoof.

Under the pressure of hundreds of catties, Bao Buqiu's calf was immediately bent into a strange angle.

But even so, Bao Buqiu, who came to his senses, endured the severe pain and yelled: "The boss and the second child are desperately trying to cover the fourth child and run.

Fourth brother, from now on you will be the master of the underground door, save some flesh and blood for our underground door~"

After yelling such a sentence, Bao Buqiu, who used his bottom-press kung fu, exploded with all his strength.

He just dragged a twisted broken leg, and under the extremely thrilling movement of the ground, after cutting off two horse legs, he was nailed to the ground by a spear because he couldn't dodge.

All in all, in this battle, he brought down five cavalry alone.

After counting the results of the disciples, the number of opponents knocked down by the ground door reached as many as thirteen cavalry.

It's like relying on their own power to walk through the door to block the Mengren heavy cavalry in this small area, that kind of quick charge tactic.

Although the remaining Mengren heavy cavalry team still has about twenty cavalry, after losing their fast maneuverability, they are no longer scary to other heroes of the rivers and lakes.

It's just that Bao Buqiu couldn't even turn his head to take one more look before dying because his heart was punctured.

This sect master, who is not even considered a third-rate sect in Jianghu, did not know that at the moment he lost, the Diwa sect was basically considered extinct.

While the boss and the second child fought desperately and took cover, the youngest fourth Bao Xiangnan did not escape.

After rolling to one side for more than a dozen steps, the junior brother who was walking to the door got up, and it was too late to escape with the hatred and trust of the teacher.

A throwing ax hit his back with a rolling axe...

In less than 20 seconds, after seeing the above extremely heart-wrenching scenes, even if Fan Zhu has experienced such a tragic bloody battle at Cooking Cake Mountain and Zhuxian Town.

This guy bit his lip stubbornly, and couldn't bear to continue watching.

Instinctively, he started to turn his head and looked towards the right hand side.

Then I saw the situation, which was not at all better than the one on the left.

To sum it up in one sentence: Heroes familiar to him, or strangers, tried to stop these armored heavy cavalry at the cost of their own lives.

That fortune teller who obviously has 2.0 vision in both eyes but pretends to be blind all the year round.

At this moment, the "iron mouth is broken" guise in his hand has long since disappeared.

Facing the rushing heavy cavalry, his seemingly thin body jumped up from the ground, flew up like a big bird, and pounced on the opponent.

When the person was in the air, he didn't know what he threw with his left hand.

Anyway, the knight immediately let go of the spear in his hand, covered his face and screamed.

Then, the fortune teller put his right foot on the head of the horse that continued to run wildly, and the whole person continued to fly up, and rushed towards the next target.

But the other party had already noticed this target, and an iron bone in his hand was aimed at him.

Facts have proved that in the world of martial arts, there is no unscientific light kung fu that can make the body turn or elevate the body by tapping the right foot with the left foot.

Therefore, when it was inevitable, the fortune teller was hit hard on the chest.

Even though he gritted his teeth, he threw a handful of flying needles like cow hair before landing, stabbing the Mongolian man who injured him all over his face, and directly blinding his eyes.

But the moment he landed, his feet softened and he couldn't even stand firm.

In desperation, the whole person just collapsed on the ground, watching helplessly as if there were endless monsters rushing towards him.

Two seconds later, the fortune teller, who had a huge wound stabbed in his neck, died wide open.

Under him lay a woman.

To be more precise, it is a woman who holds a tattered pipa and travels the rivers and lakes for a living by singing.

A woman in her thirties, under the sun and rain all year round, the originally beautiful face now looks like there is not much beauty left.

But Fan Zhu remembered that the ditty 'Eighteen*' sung by this woman was very seductive.

Of course, the above point is not important; the important thing is that after a short time, all the heroes of the rivers and lakes insisted on relying on their own blood and courage.

There are also Mongolians, war horses, and their own corpses, making this battlefield full of obstacles.

Those Mongolian cavalry also lost their strongest mobility and impact; so, this battle still has to be fought...

(End of this chapter)