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This time Qin Mu did not fall behind. He rushed into the enemy camp at the same time as Meng Ke. Mo Qingniu's one thousand rebels were attacked from three sides and were in a panic. No matter how Mo Qingniu shouted, they kept fleeing.
Qin Mu tightly grasped the Juque sword, clamped his feet against the horse's belly, and with a snap, he struggled to cut off a spear that was stabbing at him. Then he thrust the tip of the sword forward and backward violently. With a shrill scream from the rebel next to him, a rain of blood sprayed out along with the drawn sword, staining half of his horse's back red.
Qin Mu doesn't like killing people, but it's a different story on the battlefield. If you don't kill others, they will kill you. Amid the sounds of swords and iron horses, and the roars of men, it's easy to get your blood boiling. Riding on a horse and shooting people with a gun, you feel an inexplicable pleasure, as if only bright red blood can quench the surging passion.
Moreover, in this chaotic world, you have to fight your way out.
Not far away, Meng Ke's long sword was reflected by the fire and slashed down violently. A rebel general didn't even have time to scream before the sword pierced his left shoulder and split him in half. Blood and internal organs were scattered all over the ground. Such a bloody and disgusting scene could make people who were new to the battlefield vomit on the spot.
The thousand elite soldiers around the two men were divided into groups of ten and formed a tight formation, like a group of cold killing machines rolling over. The spearmen in the front kept stabbing at the rhythmic command of the squad leader, and rows of rebels were stabbed to the ground, while the sword and shield soldiers on both sides kept attacking at short range, chopping and killing some of the rebels who escaped the net.
Small formations continued to advance like this, and the rebels were soon cut into pieces. Qin Mu rode his horse back and forth between these small formations, with Zhu Yijin and Li Shi, two personal guards, beside him, helping him to block attacks from both sides.
In this way, Qin Mu could focus on the front and keep swinging his sword to kill. He used the Juque Sword as a broadsword. When swinging it, the sword energy was crisscrossed, murderous, and the heavy and cold light had a kingly aura. He was truly worthy of being the "Supreme One in the World".
Qin Mu and his men advanced very quickly. Huo Sheng and Cui Feng attacked from both wings and also made rapid progress. Mo Qingniu's thousand rebels were almost cut in half by them.
At this point, the rebels, who were attacked from three sides and retreating step by step, could no longer hold on and began to flee in all directions. Qin Mu led his troops to chase them all the way and consciously drove the fleeing soldiers towards Zhang Qi's central army camp.
Zhang Qi was unaware of the enemy's situation and fell into Qin Mu's trap. He sent a thousand reinforcements to the small camps in the east and west. When the small camp in the north also set off fireworks to ask for help under the fierce attack of Liu Menglingzhan, he did not dare to send more reinforcements because there were only two thousand soldiers left in the central camp. If he sent more people to reinforce the small camp in the north, the central camp would be basically emptied.
At this moment, there was a sound of killing everywhere. The rebels in the central army camp had already been in turmoil, and the defeated soldiers in the south were fleeing. In the night, the shadows were not clear, and no one dared to attack without authorization. A large group of defeated soldiers fled to the gate of the camp, shouting in fear.
"Open the gate. Open the gate quickly."
"It's us, it's us, let us in quickly. The soldiers are coming to kill us."
Are you kidding? It would have been fine if you hadn’t said that the soldiers were coming to kill us. But now who would dare to open the gate of the village
The thing Zhang Qi was most worried about happened. Nearly a thousand defeated soldiers from the south rushed over. Although they failed to break into the camp, they caused great panic among the two thousand soldiers in the camp, and the already low morale was completely drained.
Some timid ones even deserted when no one was paying attention. Zhang Qi organized a supervision team to kill the deserters without mercy, and only then was he able to stabilize the army's morale that was on the verge of collapse.
Nearly a thousand defeated soldiers rushed to the gate of the village, but could not get in, and Qin Mu's more than a thousand troops were chasing them relentlessly, constantly reaping the lives of the lagging rebels. Sharp screams echoed in the night, and puffs of blood bloomed into gorgeous red flowers in the dark night. Perhaps they were still robbing, raping, killing, and retribution yesterday, but now they have become the targets of killing.
Qin Mu showed no mercy in killing these evil rebels. The land of China was crying, and there were traces of weeping everywhere on the vast rivers and mountains. Zhang Xianzhong's army of hundreds of thousands of locusts was rolling in. This chaotic world full of filth and sin must be cleansed with blood and rain.
Now is definitely not the time to be merciful. We must kill, kill until the ground is littered with corpses, kill until the blood flows like a river, and kill until the evil rebels are terrified.
He kept swinging the Juque sword, bringing out puffs of smelly blood, staining his battle robes and horses with blood. As they chased and killed him, more and more rebels rushed to the gate of the village, crying and shouting, pushing and shoving the gate, and some climbed up the wall, trying to climb in from the wall.
The rebels in the village watched the bloody massacre outside with their own eyes but were unable to help. The cries, shouts, groans, screams and wails were heard one by one. The broken limbs, splattered brains, flowing blood and rolling heads were all glaring. A feeling of grief for the loss of one's loved ones weighed on the hearts of the rebels in the village like a block of lead.
"General, open the door and let them in. My little brother is still outside. General, please save my little brother."
"General, my brother followed General Mo out of the camp, and now we don't know whether he is alive or dead. General, please open the camp, I beg you."
"Open the door, General, my son is injured and is just outside the door, General..."
Many rebels in the village began to beg Zhang Qizai. There were many brothers, fathers, sons, relatives and fellow soldiers. Seeing their relatives being wantonly slaughtered by officers and soldiers outside the village gate was a horrible sight. Many people begged at the risk of their lives, which made the morale of the soldiers in the village even more chaotic.
"Shut up!" Zhang Qi shouted loudly. It was not that he did not want to save the defeated soldiers outside, but in this situation, once the gate of the village was opened, the defeated soldiers outside would rush in, and there would be no need for Qin Mu to rush in. The two thousand soldiers in the village would surely collapse.
"Huo Sheng, go and blow up the gate of the village..." Qin Mu shouted to Huo Sheng before all the rebels were killed.
Huo Sheng immediately took a few of his men, changed into the rebels' clothes, and only tied white silk on their arms as an identification mark. They also tore off some clothes from the rebels' bodies and wrapped several huge mines. After doing all this, several people immediately squeezed towards the village gate.
There were so many rebels crowded near the village gate that several people had to squeeze through and attack at the same time;
The two soldiers in front who were responsible for clearing the way kept stabbing the rebels who were blocking the way with daggers. After knocking them down, they stepped on the corpses to squeeze through.
Because Qin Mu and his men were constantly surrounding and killing people outside, the rebels could only crowd in front of the village gate, constantly banging on the gate, or climbing the village wall in order to escape. No one would notice Huo Sheng and others who had sneaked in, and no one even took a second look at their accomplices who had fallen beside them.
Huo Sheng and his men struggled mightily to squeeze to the front of the village gate. Several people formed a circle, piled several huge mines in the middle, twisted the fuses together and lit them.
"There is dynamite, there is dynamite at the gate of the village, it's about to explode, run, run." After Huo Sheng lit the fuse himself, he and several of his men shouted at the same time, then drew their swords and slashed fiercely while rushing out.
The rebels nearby then discovered that there was indeed a large bag of something wrapped in clothes outside the village gate. A lit fuse was sparking and the fuse was burning out. Seeing this, they were all terrified and rushed to flee from the vicinity of the village gate.
The officers and soldiers on the periphery seemed to be cooperating with them and began to gather towards the front. There was no one chasing them on both sides of the village wall anymore, so hundreds of defeated soldiers fled to both sides along the village wall.
The fuse that was about to burn out was actually an illusion. In order to give himself enough time to escape, Huo Sheng wrapped a circle of fuse inside the clothes wrapped around the landmine. However, only they knew this. The rebels nearby saw that the fuse had burned into the clothes and thought it would explode immediately. No one dared to extinguish the fuse and they only cared about escaping for their lives.
Huo Sheng and his companions not only escaped successfully, but also returned to the main camp to join the battle formation. Boom! A huge explosion was heard at the gate of the village, and a ball of fire shot up into the sky. The huge roar made people's eardrums ache, and the wooden gate of the village was blown to pieces in the fire.
The smoke from the explosion had not yet dissipated, but Qin Mu had already pointed the Juque sword in his hand forward, "Charge! Charge in and kill him without leaving a single piece of armor." More than a thousand men who had just assembled, holding up their shields, immediately rushed towards the collapsed gate of the village like a torrent.
The rebels in the village were shocked by the killing of the supervisory team and barely maintained their formation. When they heard the footsteps and shouts of killing coming from outside the village, they drew their bows and shot arrows. A rain of arrows shot out through the smoke at the village gate and hit the shield in front of Qin Mu with a crackling sound.
Qin Mu's party immediately responded with two rounds of arrows fired into the camp. Due to the smoke, they could not see the casualties inside clearly, and could only hear screams of agony.
"Charge! Charge in and capture Zhang Qizai alive." Under the protection of Zhu Yijin and Li Shi, Qin Mu roared and rushed into the village gate on his horse.
"Capture Zhang Qizai alive."
"Capture Zhang Qizai alive."
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More than a thousand men, with high morale and roaring like thunder, rushed into the camp along with Qin Mu, Meng Ke and others.
Zhang Qizai also personally charged forward with two thousand rebels, trying to stop Qin Mu's army. The two armies collided with each other at the gate of the village, like two torrents, but what splashed up was not water, but gorgeous blood flowers.
Zhang Qi sent troops to support the rebels on the east and west sides, and after discovering that they had been tricked, they were quickly returning to the central army camp to provide support.
Qin Mu knew very well that he had to defeat Zhang Qizai's two thousand troops before they came to help. Otherwise, he would be attacked from all sides and be defeated. Victory or defeat, life or death, would only take a moment. He had to charge and kill with all his strength...
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