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Volume 1: Laughing and Talking about Drinking the Blood of Japanese Pirates Chapter 15: The Beginning of the Killing

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    Wearing a black helmet and black armor, with a majestic and invincible exotic pure black horse under his crotch, General Xue was like a demon coming out of the darkness, swinging his sword towards the tall and thick village gate.

    Xue Wanche's whole body's strength and internal energy were all poured into this thunderous sword. Coupled with the power of the alien beast "Black Storm" weighing thousands of kilograms and flying high up, the power condensed on this sword was more than ten thousand.  Jun!

    "Bang!" There was a loud noise, and the Tiangang Tiger Tooth Sword struck the village gate firmly.

    The thick village gate, which was made of giant logs tied together, could not withstand the thunderous sword at all. Countless large pieces of broken wood were smashed and flew wildly.

    "The two door pillars on the left and right of the village gate, as well as the three door bolts on the top, middle and bottom, could not withstand the power of the knife. "Crack!" Several times, they were broken at waist level.

    "Boom!" There was another loud noise.  Without the support of the doorposts and doorbolts, the huge village gate fell to the ground with a wailing sound of "wuwu".

    This time, there is no longer any barrier between the armored heavy cavalry and their prey!

    "Wan Sheng! Wan Sheng! Kill! Kill! Kill!" Seeing his own general blasting through the village gate with his sword, hundreds of armored heavy cavalry who no longer needed to hide their hides waved their spears amidst the roar of mountains and tsunamis.  He and Da Dao entered the Fuso camp.

    The huge Fusang camp suddenly exploded.  The Fuso generals who had just woken up from their sleep didn't even have time to put on their pants before they scrambled out of the tent. They heard the thunderous sound of horse hooves and the overwhelming shouts. They didn't know how many were coming.  enemy.

    "There is an enemy attack! There is an enemy attack!"

    "Baga! Korean pigs actually dare to steal the camp! Kill them back!"

    "Oh my God! It's not the Korean pigs, it's the Beiyan people who are here!"

    "Baga, pick up your weapon, block it, block it!"

    "Amaterasu, the heavy cavalry is coming! Run away!"

    ¡­Chaos shouts and shouts came and went, and the entire Fuso camp was completely in chaos, unable to organize any decent resistance at all.

    Zhou Hao stood by the suspension bridge and watched as a large group of cavalry, covered from head to toe with heavy armor on their horses, rushed into the gate. He was extremely anxious to rush in and grab the victory.

    But without a war horse, Zhou Hao would not dare to rush on foot among the heavy armored cavalry, otherwise he would be trampled into a pulp by countless heavy horse hooves, and there would be no way to deal with it!

    Fortunately, someone has been thinking about Zhou Hao. Just when Zhou Hao was scratching his head and getting angry, he suddenly heard a familiar voice, shouting from a distance: "Haozi, get on your horse!"

    Zhou Hao followed the sound and saw Zhao Tieyan riding on a white horse wearing a heavy helmet on the outside of the cavalry group. He was also holding his own maroon horse, also wearing a full-body heavy helmet, rushing towards him at full speed.

    Zhou Hao was overjoyed when he saw this, and quickly followed the cavalry group and ran towards the camp.

    When Zhao Tieyan galloped in front of him, before the bay-red horse slowed down, Zhou Hao pressed his left hand on the tall bay-red horse's back. He jumped up, flew onto the horse, and sat firmly on the saddle.

    "Haozi, you are so handsome!" Zhao Tieyan raised his thumb and praised Zhou Hao while keeping pace with Zhou Hao. He didn't know whether he was praising Zhou Hao's skill in stealing the village gate or praising Zhou Hao's skill in mounting the horse.

    "I have to thank Brother Tie Yan! You didn't rush to the front to grab the credit, but you were thinking about me!" Zhou Hao thanked me with a cupped hand.

    "This is not entirely my idea. It was the commander who asked me to pick up your boy here. He said that your boy has made our battalion look embarrassed, but we can't treat him unfairly at all. This battle achievement in front of us cannot be let go.  Aren¡¯t you guys in a hurry just following a horse¡¯s ass!¡±

    Hearing this, Zhou Hao was moved in his heart. He didn't expect Fatty Hou to be so short and thick, but to have such a delicate mind.

    While the two were talking, they had already rushed into the village gate.  Zhou Hao looked around and saw that the hundreds of cavalry in front of him had knocked over a large area of ??surrounding tents to the ground and stepped into the mud.

    Wherever Zhou Hao looked, there were mutilated corpses of Fuso people everywhere, and the blood flowing freely across the land dyed large tracts of land a dazzling scarlet red.

    And right in front, the Beiyan cavalry had already formed a flying geese array hundreds of feet wide, and were quickly driving countless disheveled and even bare-butt Fuso people towards the distance.

    From time to time, Fuso people who were running a little slower were instantly overtaken by the Beiyan cavalry, or fell to the ground with a knife, or were carried high on the tip of a spear, or simply knocked over by a heavily armored war horse.  In an instant, he was trampled into a pulp by the heavy horse's hooves!

    Beiyan's heavy armored cavalry, which had already formed the "human" formation of flying geese, drove the defeated troops into the camp. At the same time, they kept firing their bows and arrows, knocking each Fusang man to the ground.

      Under the threat of the thunder-like iron hooves and the locust-like rain of arrows, the Fuso people, who were already suffering from liver and gallbladder, fled faster and faster.

    Several Fuso leaders who stood up to organize a defense were instantly knocked down by numerous Fuso soldiers who were scared to death. They were knocked to the ground and trampled into meat patties without even causing a splash.

    The Fuso crowd frantically running for their lives was like a snowball, growing bigger and bigger.  Under the control of fear, it is impossible to organize a decent resistance!

    Zhou Hao, who was on the battlefield for the first time, couldn't help but be a little stunned when he saw the scene in front of him. He didn't expect that just a few hundred cavalry could defeat tens of thousands of Fuso troops so easily!  According to Zhou Hao's idea, although this time it was a stolen camp, there was still a bloody battle between 10,000 people and 1,000 cavalry!  But he didn't expect that in just a blink of an eye, victory seemed to have been achieved!

    "Haozi, why are you so stunned? Hurry up and grab the victory! If you are later, there will be no meat in the pot!" Feeling that Zhou Hao didn't follow, Zhao Tieyan rushed in front and turned around and shouted loudly.

    "Ah! I'm sorry, I was a little distracted just now!" Zhou Hao touched the back of his head in embarrassment, quickly put his legs under his crotch on the horse, and followed Zhao Tieyan towards the left wing of his own flying goose formation.

    Although Zhou Hao is the first brother on the battlefield, he also knows that he cannot disrupt his own battle formation no matter what.  Quite consciously, he followed Zhao Tieyan to the extreme left wing of his own formation, and quickly moved forward with the large group of cavalry.

    Although he was on the far left side of the battle formation, Zhou Hao found that this was really an excellent position to grab battle glory!

    Because the Beiyan cavalry only had more than 400 cavalry in this direction, and dozens of cavalry had to be left to guard the village gate to prevent Japanese pirates from escaping.  Although the remaining heavy armored cavalry formed a flying geese formation like a large net, they could not completely sweep the entire camp, which was four to five miles wide.  On both wings of the flying geese formation, there was still a gap dozens of feet wide. Many Fusang fish that slipped through the net took advantage of this gap and temporarily escaped with their lives!

    But when Zhou Hao stood on the far left, more than half of the gap on this side was blocked!

    Seeing countless figures flashing to his left, Zhou Hao, without saying a word, drew his horns and strong bow, and fired an arrow at the figures in the darkness.

    "Ah!" A scream came from the darkness, and a figure was immediately thrown upside down.

    There was no time to check the results of the battle. Zhou Hao galloped forward on his horse while firing arrows to the left without any hesitation.

    The flying arrows with carved feathers are like the sickle of death, mercilessly reaping the despicable and dirty lives.

    In the darkness, figures were shot to the ground one after another, and screams came one after another.  One by one, the Fusang people who ran rampant on the land of Goryeo fell under Zhou Hao's arrows one after another, and got the retribution and fate they deserved!

    In just a moment, even Zhou Hao himself didn¡¯t know how many arrows he had shot.  Just when Zhou Hao reached out with his right hand again, preparing to draw his bow and draw an arrow again, he felt that his right hand was empty.

    When I looked back, I saw that the three pots of armor-pierced feather arrows on my back had been shot empty!

    There were thirty arrows in a pot. During the sneak attack on the village gate, Zhou Hao used more than twenty arrows, and there were still more than sixty arrows with through-armor and carved feathers left. In just a short period of time, Zhou Hao had already used them.  Shot empty.

    He shot more than sixty arrows in one go. Even though Zhou Hao's arm strength had greatly increased, he still felt unbearable pain in his arms.

    His arms were sore and he had no arrows to shoot, but it did not prevent Zhou Hao from continuing to kill the enemy and gain credit.

    "Choke!" With a cry of "Choke!", Zhou Hao drew out the Three Feet Hundred Refinement Sword, clamped his legs under his crotch on the horse, and instantly caught up with the Fuso man running naked in front of him.

    "Plop!" With one move, he raised the knife and dropped it. A huge human head flew into the sky, and a stream of stinking blood spurted out, drenching half of Zhou Hao's body.

    "Kill! Kill! Kill!" Zhou Hao ignored the blood on his body and roared loudly. The Hundred Refined Sword in his hand slashed down again and again. The blood splashed everywhere, covering him from head to toe.  A bloody man.

    Before this moment, if Zhou Hao was still a young man, after the test of the battlefield and the baptism of blood and fire, Zhou Hao has transformed into a real man!

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