In the drizzle, arrows suddenly shot through the air.
The Western soldiers who were carrying large and small bags out of a certain high-gate compound screamed and fell to the ground one after another.
The package rolled to the ground, revealing a corner of the beautiful silk, which was soon stained red with blood.
Someone yelled and wanted to rush back to the courtyard. Unfortunately, people were pouring out from the courtyard. They were all beaming with joy and carrying several maids and women, and they suddenly bumped into each other.
"Whoosh! Whoosh!" The arrows struck again, causing huge damage to the dense crowd.
The Western soldiers were stunned by the shot and even lost the courage to resist.
Who the hell is wearing armor when they are robbing and playing with women? This battle can't be fought, let's run away first.
The rustling footsteps are getting closer and closer.
"Raise the gun!"
"prick!"
The soldiers lined up in a neat array and mechanically handed out their spears as ordered.
At this moment, the results of the training were reflected. Even if the enemy was not wearing armor, the soldiers still subconsciously stabbed the face, neck, thighs and other parts.
The movements were swift, powerful, and precise, causing horrific damage in an instant.
Groups of enemy soldiers fell into chaos.
Some people wanted to resist and called the robes to form a fighting group.
Some people wanted to escape, threw away everything they could, turned around and ran away.
Others tried to hide in houses on both sides of the street in the hope of escaping with their lives.
"Poof!" The red forehead fluttered in the cold wind and rain, and the powerful and heavy heavy sword slashed down from above. There was only a "click" sound, and the neck of a Western Army junior colonel was split in half.
What followed was a spurt of blood.
Shao Xun kicked away the limp enemy corpse and moved forward.
The blood stained his armor red, and the fishy smell hit his nose, making him sick.
But after the intense stimulation, he seemed to have awakened some gene, and infinite power surged through his body, and——
Brutal killing.
"Crack!" This time the head rolled directly to the ground. After spinning around in a circle, it stopped in a mud puddle. The eyes that had not been closed were still full of fear and despair.
Huang Biao took two steps quickly and followed closely with the soldiers behind him, surrounding Shao Xun.
There was a "puff" sound everywhere, which was the death note after the spear penetrated the body.
Some enemies resisted stubbornly, but were quickly pierced by the spears that came in thick and fast.
Some thieves tried to escape, but the people in the houses desperately blocked the door to prevent anyone from entering.
"Ah!" A scream rang out, and the Westerner, who had been so arrogant just now, was nailed to the door panel with a spear.
Without any suspense, hundreds of soldiers moved forward steadily along the narrow street like bulldozers. Wherever they passed, corpses were strewn on the ground, and blood pooled like streams.
"Fighting requires courage! If you are afraid, the enemy will be afraid too. If you are ruthless, the enemy will run away." Shao Xun laughed, not forgetting to boost morale.
The enemy's spear pierced his iron armor, making a harsh scraping sound. Without even looking, he slashed down with the heavy sword, and half of the enemy's shoulder was completely removed.
"Ah!" Earth-shattering screams echoed throughout the street, and blood splashed out like a fountain.
Shao Xun raised his heavy sword and continued to move forward.
His head and face were covered with blood, and his eyes were almost blinded.
The sharp blade was stained with blood, and a fishy smell rose into the sky.
There was no trace of fear, all the cells in his body were cheering, and the long-lost feeling kept coming back to life.
He even felt a slight tremor in his body, which was the excitement coming from his soul. It was as if what he saw in front of him was not a hell of flesh and blood, but a gluttonous feast.
I'm afraid it's not a serious illness!
But this feeling came at just the right time. With the combination of skilled skills, brave will and cruel killing intention, he turned into a pathologically efficient killing machine.
He can predict the enemy's movements, so that the enemy seems to be ridiculously automatically sent to his sword - this is killing with rhythm.
He can always hit the enemy at the most uncomfortable position, leaving him in a hurry, and finally being killed by the sword - this is killing with experience.
He was covered in blood and roared like thunder, like an evil ghost coming out of hell. He was often able to steal people's hearts and kill the enemy first - this was killing people with courage.
He has so many killing tricks that he has them all at his fingertips. Facing different enemies, he can use the most reasonable method in an instant, using the simplest movements, the fastest speed, and the least energy consumption to defeat the enemy in front of him.
A skilled newcomer might be able to kill the enemy in front of him, but it would never be possible for him to do so with ease, with minimal physical exertion and no sloppy movements.
Damn, killing is so artistic.
"Spare my life..." An enemy soldier with a childish face cried sadly and staggered back. When he saw Shao Xun quickening his pace, he thrust his spear forward in despair.
The barrel of the gun was held by Shao Xun under his arm. Huang Biao had quick eyes and quick hands and stabbed out the spear.
"Poof!" The enemy soldier shed tears, covered his abdomen, and fell to the ground softly.
Countless military boots stepped over his body, and the military formation moved forward inexorably.
Huang Biao glanced at his uncle Shao Xun out of the corner of his eye, and the corners of his mouth twitched.
He was afraid, but fortunately the governor was one of his own...
Yang Bao watched from a distance behind and felt a chill on his tailbone.
What kind of conspiracy is just a joke. No matter how clever you are, it will be too hollow in the face of Shao Xun's brutal strength - yes, in Yang Bao's eyes, Shao Xun is that kind of cruel and tyrannical warrior. What's the matter?
He can do anything and dare to kill anyone, which makes people fear from the bottom of their hearts.
Perhaps, he and Zhang Fang are the same kind of people.
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The rain is getting heavier and heavier, no one is using a bow anymore, and everything on the battlefield has returned to the most primitive hand-to-hand combat.
More than three hundred soldiers set off from Piyong and went all the way north, passing Guozixue, Yuhua Temple, Niu Market, etc., and fought for several miles.
The thief army was in ruins, and hundreds of corpses were scattered in disarray.
Shao Xun was already soaked to the skin, and blood flowed down the blade of the sword, splashing blood one after another.
Violent shouts of killing also rang out from the west, which was Pyeongchangmun Street.
Those stationed in that area should be a certain unit of the Yamen Army, the number of which is unknown. They took action later than here, but they finally took action.
Listening to the sounds of the battle, we can tell that the Yamen Army's combat effectiveness is pretty good, and the sound of killing continues northward toward Pyeongchang Gate.
It feels really good to have someone respond. At the same time, it also shows from the side that the Luoyang defenders can still be twisted into a rope for the time being, and the orders of the Grand Governor Sima Yi are still effective, at least in part.
Shao Xun looked back at the sergeants who followed him and found that there were many new faces in the first row.
In war, people will always die. Even if it is a hearty victory, many people will still die.
Behind, the waving flag is still there. Listening to the dense footsteps, it seems that there are many more people. Could it be that the people in the south of the city are following them spontaneously?
"Is it easy to win the battle?" Shao Xun threw the heavy sword to Wang Que'er, replaced it with a new one, and asked with a smile.
"With the governor here, how can we be invincible?" Huang Biao avoided Shao Xun's eyes and responded loudly.
To be honest, he was a little afraid of this look.
Fierce, bloodthirsty, violent, with a faint blood-red color, it is completely different from his usual calm, gentle and wise appearance.
According to what is written in Ghost Stories, could it be that Uncle Du was possessed by some old ghost?
"The governor is so brave and admirable." Li Chong, who abandoned his bow and picked up his sword, said with a look of reverence.
Once upon a time, although he was appointed as the leader of the team, he always kept a straight face and did not look too happy. But after today's battle, watching Shao Xun take the lead and cut down the Western soldiers all the way, there was suddenly a look on his face.
A bit of a smile.
For such a brave person, it is enough to be a leader in the Su Wei Army and the Yamen Army. It is indeed easier to survive by fighting with such a person.
"In that case, what else is there to say!" Shao Xun laughed loudly, pointed his epee forward, and said, "But follow me!"
"But follow me!" Huang Biao and Li Chong rushed to the scene and turned to shout behind them.
"But follow me!" the sergeants shouted loudly, their morale extremely high, and they responded one after another.
"But follow me!" The voice continued backwards and spread far away.
Fighting requires courage.
They had a good foundation, and they volunteered to serve as soldiers. They were trained by Shao Xun for more than a year, and their military discipline was strict.
If before the battle, there was still some nervousness and doubt, then after such a burst of fighting, confidence has increased dramatically and morale has reached a very high level.
In a battle between rookies, if there is no obvious difference in equipment level, whoever has higher morale will have a greater chance of winning.
So, under the cold rain in late autumn, hundreds of hot-blooded men lined up in a neat formation, led by officers, and marched along the walls of Kaiyangmen Street.
The rain cannot wash away the blood on the swords and guns.
The enemies who had gathered in a hurry were scattered by them.
The defeated troops cried and fled north, colliding with the oncoming reinforcements and falling into greater chaos.
No one gave them time to adjust.
More than 300 people quickened their pace, running in columns and making noisy noises, killing the Western soldiers who were far more numerous than them.
Shao Xun laughed loudly, holding the heavy sword dripping with blood, and slashed hard at an enemy general who was turning his horse's head and trying to escape: "Break both men and horses to pieces!"
"Poof!" Pillars of blood shot up into the sky, but the heavy sword struck the horse.
The horse neighed in pain and threw the enemy general off his horse.
Shao Xun didn't care to pull out the heavy sword stuck in the horse's body, took out his walking bow, put it directly on the neck of the fallen enemy general, and strangled him hard.
"Die!" He had a ferocious look on his face, and his muscular arms suddenly exerted force.
The enemy general's back was pressed tightly and he could not struggle. After a while, his face was covered with bruises and his tongue was hanging out.
Shao Xun drew out his dagger again, and cut off the enemy's head bit by bit, regardless of whether he was dead or alive.
"Your Majesty!" the sergeants shouted when they saw it.
At that time, Shao Xun's head and face were covered with blood from the horse. Under the cold rain of late autumn, there was still a trace of heat.
In the pool of blood, he was holding a bloody thing with a smile on his face, as if he was admiring his trophy.
The remaining enemy troops saw them from a distance, shouted and dispersed in fear.
I'm afraid this man is a little sick like Governor Zhang.
"Chase!" Shao Xun threw the head aside, picked up a spear and strode forward.
Chapter completed!