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Zhang Qi's troops sent to support the east and west sides of the rebels found that they had been tricked and were rushing back to the central camp. Qin Mu had to defeat Zhang Qi's two thousand troops in the central camp before the two rebels could come back to support him.
Otherwise, if the rebels from the east and west successfully return to support, Qin Mu will be attacked from both sides, and he will be the one who will be defeated; every minute and every second is so precious, and will determine the outcome of this war, and the life and death of his two thousand men.
At this moment, Qin Mu had no way to retreat and could only fight desperately. Only by quickly defeating the 2,000 rebels in front of him could he regain his life and win.
Zhang Qi also saw the two groups of troops from the east and west rushing back to support. For him, as long as he could hold them off for a while, victory would be within his grasp.
Therefore, he also risked his life and kept shouting: "Brothers, our 3,000 troops from the east and west have come back to support us and are coming soon. Follow me and fight. If we hold on for a while, victory will belong to us."
Zhang Qi was at the forefront of the charge, leading two thousand rebels in a desperate counterattack. Seeing that their commander was fearless and reinforcements were about to arrive, the morale of the two thousand rebels was greatly boosted, and they followed closely behind to fight.
There was limited space at the gate of the village, and both sides were unable to fully deploy their forces. The two armies huddled together, with those in the back squeezing those in the front. Those in the front couldn't retreat even if they wanted to, and could only mechanically swing their swords and slash at the enemies opposite them.
Qin Mu was also leading the charge at this moment, his Juque sword moving like a flying bird. Clang! He had just blocked a rebel's broadsword, and Zhu Yijin cooperated tacitly. He immediately sent out his saber and pierced the rebel's abdomen. Then he pulled out his saber suddenly, and the rebel's intestines flowed out along with the saber. He fell to the ground, screaming and rolling.
"Brothers, charge forward. Defeat them, quickly, let the enemy know what it means to kill anyone who stands in my way! Kill!" Qin Mu shouted loudly to boost morale while hacking and killing. In the bright firelight, many rebels spotted him as their leader and rushed up. Fortunately, Zhu Yijin and Li Shi led their personal soldiers to hack and kill hard and protect him.
At the gate of the village, corpses were piled up layer upon layer, and the hot blood made the ground muddy. The shouts of killing were deafening, and the smoke and blood mist were surging;
Meng Ke and Zhang Qizai were only two meters apart and could see each other. However, because the soldiers of both armies were rushing forward desperately and there were crowds of people surrounding them, even if Meng Ke wanted to kill Zhang Qizai, he could not rush over for a while.
His long sword slashed and twisted, creating a bloody storm in front of him. If it was during the day, the nearby rebels would be scared to death and scramble to escape; but under the flickering firelight, the vision could not reach far, and the tragic scene was concealed in the dim night. Meng Ke's bravery did not have much deterrent effect.
Cui Feng and Huo Sheng desperately approached Meng Ke, shouting and hacking all the way. After a few minutes, the three finally joined together. The three fierce men were all strong and brave, and it was not necessarily a big deal if they were separated. Once they joined together, they immediately formed a terrifying meat grinder. The rebels who stood in front of them were chopped to pieces by the three men, and there was no one alive within two feet. With the combined force of the three men, the rebels finally had a gap opened, and it was expanding rapidly.
"Charge! Charge quickly and defeat them!" Qin Mu lost no time in shouting, commanding the soldiers around him to charge towards the gap opened by Meng Ke and his men. The rebel formation was split in the chest and abdomen by a giant sword, and began to quickly collapse to both sides. The ground was full of broken flesh and body parts, and the strong smell of blood was overwhelming... ... ... ...
At this time, fires broke out in the north of Zhang Qi's central camp. A group of soldiers rushed over from the burning tents, shouting. Qin Mu, who was riding on a horse, could see the huge mace of Liu Meng, who was rushing in the front, from a distance. He couldn't help shouting, "Brothers, kill! Liu Meng and his men are attacking from behind. Kill! The rebels must be defeated! The rebels must be defeated!"
The tents behind him caught fire, and at the same time, there were bursts of shouts and cries of killing. The two thousand rebels, who were already on the verge of collapse, were attacked from both sides and could no longer hold on. They collapsed in the midst of Qin Mu's shouts and fled in all directions, like a pile of dead branches and fallen leaves washed away by a torrent;
Qin Mu and Liu Meng led their troops to chase and kill from both sides, and at the same time had the soldiers shouting, "The rebels are defeated, capture Zhang Qin alive, capture Zhang Qin alive..."
In the firelight of the night, the rebels were running around like headless flies. Screams, cries, and pleas for mercy were everywhere. Countless rebels climbed up the wall of the village, trying to escape from the camp, just like when an earthquake comes, countless birds and beasts are scrambling to escape.
Twenty or thirty cavalrymen gathered around Qin Mu, galloping and charging wildly in the camp, just like a light cloud dancing in the sky during the whistling autumn wind, which was extremely pleasurable and refreshing!
The rumbling sound of iron hooves hit the ground, raising a huge cloud of yellow dust. They rushed towards crowded places. There was no need to swing swords or hack and slash. The rebels were killed and wounded all over the ground just by the trampling of horses' hooves.
"Sir, there, there, there is a group of rebels..." Zhu Yi Jin rode up and shouted loudly. Qin Mu looked in the direction indicated by his long sword and sure enough, on the left side where the fire was dimming, a group of nearly a hundred rebels were fleeing westward. They looked like they were defeated but not dispersed. When the whole army was defeated and scrambling to escape, there was still a group of rebels who were defeated but not dispersed. There was only one reason for that.
Qin Mu pointed his sword and shouted, "Charge! Zhang Qizai must be over there! Capture him alive! Charge!"
"Capture Zhang Qizai alive."
"Capture Zhang Qizai alive!"
Dozens of soldiers shouted excitedly and rushed forward with Qin Mu. The scattered soldiers who were fleeing heard the rumbling sound of horse hooves coming and fled in panic, screaming. Qin Mu's dozens of cavalrymen crushed them like a heavy tank, leaving behind corpses along the way.
Seeing the cavalry rushing over, the rebels who were not fleeing immediately separated half of their troops to stop them. "Kill!" Qin Mu roared, whipping his horse to speed up, sweeping away like a whirlwind;
Qin Mu brandished the Juque sword, and the sword, with the help of the powerful momentum of the warhorse, swept across, cutting off the necks of two rebels in succession, and blood spurted out.
A rebel came flying over, intending to chop off his horse's legs, but Qin Mu pulled up the reins at the right time, and the warhorse neighed, its four hooves soared into the air, leaping like a dragon, and then stomped heavily down;
Bang! With a strange sound, an iron hoof stepped on the rebel's abdomen. The rebel's stomach suddenly burst like a balloon, and his intestines and liver spilled out, flowing all over the ground with blood.
The blood-stained sword armor emitted a cold dark red light in the firelight. The iron hooves as big as bowls hit the ground with a deafening roar. The dozens of rebels who rushed up hastily mostly used knives and had no spears to stop the war horses. Under the fierce attack of dozens of Qin Mu's cavalry, they were like a dilapidated house made of paper. They were instantly torn to pieces and completely defeated.
The cavalry swept past like a hurricane. The obstruction of dozens of rebels did not have the slightest effect on stopping them. Qin Mu, who was swept past, saw Zhang Qi riding a warhorse from afar, with seven or eight cavalrymen guarding him, and the other rebels following him were all infantry.
"Brothers, it is indeed Zhang Qizhong. Charge! Whoever captures Zhang Qizhong alive will be rewarded with a pig!" Qin Mu shouted as he rushed forward.
"My Lord has ordered that if you capture Zhang Qizai alive, you will be rewarded with a pig."
"Capture Zhang Qizai alive. A pig as a reward."
As the soldiers around Qin Mu continued to shout, soon the whole camp was filled with shouts of "Capture Zhang Qizai alive and get a pig as a reward."
Zhang Qi, who was running in front, was so angry that he almost vomited blood. He rushed to the west gate of the village, but there were too many rebels fleeing here, and they were crowded together, so he couldn't squeeze out for a while.
Qin Mu took this opportunity and rushed forward, his horse neighing and kicking fiercely. The defeated soldier who was blocking his way was kicked over and fell, spitting blood.
Seeing that there was no way to escape, Zhang Qi went towards Qin Mu instead. His idea was a good one. If he could capture and kill Qin Mu, not only would his escape not be a problem, he might even be able to turn defeat into victory.
His idea was good, but he turned around in a hurry and his horse was not fast enough. Qin Mu did not give him any chance and rushed forward on his horse like a tiger.
Bang! A soul-stirring loud noise was heard. Zhang Qi never dreamed that Qin Mu, as the commander, would dare to fight so desperately and drive his horse to collide with his horse. When the galloping horses collided, how fierce was the impact at that moment
Zhang Qi was caught off guard and rolled out with his horse, making a series of rumbling sounds.
At the moment the two horses collided, Qin Mu leaped out and smashed his whole body onto several rebels nearby, knocking them unconscious. Qin Mu himself also felt a buzzing in his head and pain all over his body, but he was much better off than Zhang Qizai, who was pinned under his horse and unable to move.
Qin Mu's desperate fighting style stunned Zhu Yijin and others, who kept shouting: "Sir, Sir..."
"Scream for nothing, kill him now... I want to capture Zhang Qizai myself..."
Qin Mu gritted his teeth while roaring due to the pain in his body. Zhu Yijin and Li Shi led dozens of their men to charge forward recklessly and quickly dispersed the fleeing soldiers nearby. Several of Zhang Qizai's personal soldiers wanted to come up to rescue him, but they were all killed by Zhu Yijin and others.
Qin Mu climbed up with the help of two of his soldiers, picked up his Juque sword, walked over and stepped on Zhang Qizai's cheek, and laughed: "Zhang Qizai, you didn't expect to be captured by me like this? Life is full of surprises, hahaha..."
Zhang Qi was pinned under the horse, two of his ribs were broken, blood was oozing from the corners of his mouth, and he was stepped on like that, so how could he answer him
Zhu Yijin asked Li Shi to lead his men to continue chasing the fleeing soldiers, and he returned to Qin Mu and asked worriedly, "Sir, are you okay?"
"Don't worry, it's okay. I'm not made of tofu."
"Sir, please don't play such a big game next time. If anything goes wrong with you, I will never forgive you."
"Haha, this is called you can't catch a wolf without sacrificing a lamb. Now that you are on the battlefield, you can't be afraid of death. I, as the commander, dare to fight to the death. I want to see who of you guys has the nerve to shrink back, hahaha..."
"How dare you not die!"
"How dare you not die!"
"How dare you not die!"
Zhu Yijin and several soldiers beside him responded proudly with tears in their eyes.
Indeed, with such a commander, as soldiers under his command, what is there to fear even if there are mountains of swords and seas of fire ahead
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