C20 (2/2)
His body quietly fell down just like that, and almost every soldier saw him. In the end, with a plop, he fell onto the second-to-last layer of the stone cliff, no longer making a sound. Until he died, he didn't let out a single cry.
Kong Sheng quietly clenched his fists. After a long while, he finally shouted in a low voice, ”Continue! Be careful! ”
When Kong Sheng and the rest returned to the ground, the eastern sky was already starting to turn pink. As the sun was about to rise, Kong Sheng and Ling Zilu who had been waiting for a long time ordered everyone to immediately mount their horses and charge.
Horses galloped back into the fields, and the riders picked up bow decked with horn of an animal s. After getting into range, they began to shoot arrows at the sky. When the patrolling soldiers heard the swishing sound in the air, they subconsciously raised their heads and saw the arrow descending from the sky, piercing through their chests and nailing them to the ground. The soldiers who had luckily escaped blew their whistles, their shrill whistles echoing throughout the silent tents. However, the warhorses that followed it shattered the whistle, as well as the soldiers' chests.
led a group of soldiers who were constantly attacking the training camp and reinforcements who were constantly running out from the tents. Ling Zilu brought another group of people to the back of the camp and they chopped down the guards, kicked open the wooden door and placed bags of rice, white noodles and dried meat on their saddles. Then, they jumped on their horses and rushed outside. When they were about to rush out of the camp, Kong Sheng also brought some people to meet them. The two groups of people ran towards the direction of the Phoenix City Pass together.
The entire process was as quick as the wind. This camp, which was located slightly in the middle of the Moqiu Army, made everyone relax their vigilance, and after a few days of peace, it caused the soldiers to lose their aptitude. They never thought that the other party would actually dare to attack the camp. The camp was in chaos. The officer who had been dozing off rushed out of his tent in his boots, bellowing as he organized his soldiers to intercept the enemy at every turn.
There was no point in concealing it in the midst of whistles, shouts, and curses. The long silent Phoenix City Pass soldiers were roused by the bloodshed and killing intent, they picked up their flagpoles and used them as javelins, sheathed their sabers and sabers as long sabers, within the span of a few breaths, they adjusted their pace and tempo, and carried their roughly crafted tools in their hands as they rushed towards the incoming Mochu Infantry soldiers with a suicidal aura.
Just like how he had during previous battles, Kong Sheng was in the lead. He used the flagpole to pry open a trip rope and knocked over a floodlit brazier. The burning coals hit the tent and turned into a fireball. One by one, soldiers with untidy clothes rushed out of the burning tent, and swung their machetes towards the riders, ignoring their bare arms.
There were no heavy armor, no handheld crossbow, and no tactics. In the camp at dawn, only the most elite warriors from both sides were fighting instinctively.
Kong Sheng's blade was cut open, and he casually stabbed into the chest of a soldier who was bare-chested. The soldier was also ferocious, and continued to grip onto his blade without letting go. Kong Sheng was not in the mood to fight with him, he kicked him away, took off his helmet and held it in his hand, like a meteor hammer, he smashed onto a curved blade that was aimed at him, then with a flip of his hand, smashed the helmet onto the blade master's face. He had already changed from forward position to the rear of the hall. As long as he could fight for a little longer, he would be able to make the brothers in front of him safer.
Just as Kong Sheng was panting hard while looking around for his weapon, Ling Zilu finally arrived. He casually threw the scabbard on his waist over to Kong Sheng and used a stick as a spear to send a Moqiu Soldier who was trying to ambush him flying.
”My lord, let's go!” Ling Zilu roared at Kong Sheng.
Kong Sheng loudly asked, ”They have all left?”
Ling Zilu nodded and agreed, ”Yes, only the few of you are left, let's go!”
”Good!” Red Camp, let's retreat! ” Kong Sheng responded and roared loudly.
A dozen riders jumped out from the darkness. Almost all of them were wounded and bleeding, but they couldn't care less as they looked at each other. At the same time, they galloped out of the camp on their horses.
In one breath, he had reached the edge of the trench. Only then did Kong Sheng's speed slow down, turning his horse around, he stared at the pursuers behind him, and said to Ling Zilu with a deep voice, ”Old Ling, there are too many pursuers. ”I'll cover the rear, you lead the brothers to retreat first!”
Ling Zilu stared blankly for a moment, then casually replied: ”Master, you go first, I'll go to the back!”
Kong Sheng glared at him and said, ”Stop messing around! When you were here, you were the most familiar with the trenches. Who will you leave behind to lead the team back? I am the one carrying the Red Camp, Captain Ling, and I will carry out your orders! ”
”My lord!” Ling Zilu still had yet to say anything, but in the end, he was directly scolded by Kong Sheng, ”Get out of here quickly! What the f * * k, tens of thousands of people are waiting to eat! ” With that said, Kong Sheng's left hand shook the reins, and his right hand wielded his blade. He once again rushed forward to the pursuers. The dozen cavalrymen followed him in once again.
Ling Zilu let out a long sigh, his right hand knocked on his left chest, his head drooping, he immediately bowed to Kong Sheng and the others, then spurred his horse into the ditch.
Leading a horse across a trench as wide as a man might not be difficult under normal circumstances, but on this dawn, it was a difficult task. The word ”tired” accurately described the current situation of Ling Zilu and the Red Camp Warriors, not to mention that the horses were filled with food. Some places had already been covered by Ling Zilu's cover so they could go directly there. However, without any cover, they could only cross over the trenches one by one. Ling Zilu did not dare walk back into the trench, as they had already suffered greatly before coming here. A big wave of water had flushed all the bones, weapons, and corpses into the ditch. It was not an exaggeration to say that it was a death passage that was filled with hidden weapons.
However, this was not what Ling Zilu was worried about, he was worried about Kong Sheng. When he had first set up the plan, he felt that it was too risky. Now that he thought about it, Kong Sheng had been a bit radical from start to finish, and this Lord Kong was a little too different from the usual kind and amiable Lord Kong.
Just as he was thinking, a noise came from the opposite side of the Phoenix City Pass, followed by a few gun shots, a group of soldiers came out from the city gate. The one in the lead riding on a war horse was Zhao Handong who was dressed in Border Army and armor.
Zhao Handong did not sleep at all throughout the night. After he received the guard's report that there was a fire in the Moqiu Army Camp, he immediately put on his armor and went up the city walls. Now that the two armies were facing each other from afar, he didn't dare to act rashly. It wasn't until he saw Ling Zilu carrying a Red Camp soldier and a war horse full of food across the trench, that he grit his teeth and rushed out of the city gate with all his soldiers that he could find to support him.
The two of them did not exchange much pleasantries after meeting, and they simultaneously brought up Kong Sheng. After hearing Ling Zilu's words, Zhao Handong rubbed his chin, raised his head and looked towards the Moqiu Army Battalion in the distance, and muttered to himself, ”This Old Kong, what sort of provocation did he suffer?”
As the two of them were leading the way back to the city, a dozen or so war horses galloped over from the direction of the Moqiu Army Battalion. From afar, the riders were covered in blood and wounds, as if they had come out from a dead body. Zhao Handong looked carefully, the one in front was Kong Sheng.