Southern Ming Rebel Army

Chapter 668: The Desert War Ends (Part )

The shouts from the scout and Andre were like water dropping into hot oil, causing the Rakshasa soldiers, who were still resting peacefully, to instantly explode in panic.

The soldiers who were originally sitting on the ground to rest now ran towards their horses in panic. From time to time, some of them were knocked down by the chaotic crowd because of the panic. Curses and screams were heard everywhere.

Andre didn't care about the chaotic scene. He crawled to his warhorse and tried his best to jump onto the horse. At this time, the inner thighs of his legs were rubbed so hard that they were extremely painful, but at a critical moment of life and death, this pain could not stop him from escaping.

He pulled the reins hard, drove the horse around, and galloped towards the north, shouting: "Follow! Follow!"

However, after a long ride, although the soldiers had recovered a lot after a period of rest, many of them had wounds on their thighs. Many of them climbed onto the horses' backs, but after running for a while, they began to grimace in pain and screamed one after another.

Meanwhile, Liu Kun of the Qian army also saw the fleeing Luosha people. He raised his long sword and shouted, "My men, don't let the Luosha people get away! This is the time to make achievements!"

The Qian army cavalry shouted in unison, their morale boosted, and they sped up to chase after Andre and the others. The sound of their horses' hooves shook the earth.

Andre looked back and saw the Qian army coming like a surging tide, getting closer and closer. His heart sank to the bottom and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He prayed silently in his heart that God would give him a miracle to help him escape from the desperate situation.

However, this guard corps, which was mainly composed of infantry, was far inferior to the Mongols in riding skills even when they were on horseback. As time went on, the distance between the two sides gradually narrowed. Some sharpshooters in the Qian army controlled their horses with their feet and let go of their hands to draw their bows and shoot arrows.

Many members of the Rakshasa army fell off their horses due to being shot in the back, and were then ruthlessly trampled by the following horses' hooves.

The Qian cavalry were getting closer and closer, and the Luosha soldiers who were left behind could already see the faces of the Qian cavalry behind them. Those faces filled with murderous intent made the lagging soldiers terrified.

Andre was extremely anxious. He shouted at the top of his lungs, "Quick! Speed up!"

The Rakshasa soldiers who heard Andre's voice no longer had the energy to respond to their general. Riding skills were not something that could be quickly mastered. These Rakshasa soldiers could only be considered mounted infantry. They could ride horses but could not gallop continuously for a long time.

Some of the Mongolian archers in the front row shot their arrows accurately. Every time an arrow fell, a Rakshasa soldier would scream and fall off his horse.

A young Rakshasa soldier, his eyes full of fear and despair, had an arrow hit his back and blood was gushing out. Although it was painful, he still held on to the horse's neck tightly, trying not to fall off the horse. But perhaps because he was too nervous, the horse was frightened and raised its front hooves, throwing him out violently.

He fell heavily to the ground, and before he could utter a final cry, he was drowned by countless horse hooves, leaving only a blur of blood.

Some wounded but not dead soldiers were still struggling to get up, but were trampled by their own horses or the horses of the Qian army following closely behind, and were silenced in an instant. Soon, the entire route of the pursuit was littered with the corpses of Rakshasa soldiers and the convulsions of dying people.

The longer the pursuit lasted, the more obvious the advantage of the Mongolian soldiers became. More and more Rakshasa soldiers could not hold on and fell off their horses due to the decline of their physical strength and the violent shaking of their horses. In this case, falling off the horse meant death.

Even though the Qian army was exhausted after a long pursuit, victory was in sight, and the merit of hunting down the remaining enemies still inspired them.

There were fewer and fewer guards around Andre. He watched the soldiers around him being shot by arrows and falling off their horses one by one, and a feeling of sadness welled up in his heart. Suddenly, alarm bells rang in his mind, as if a blessing had come to his mind. He tilted his head, and in an instant, a sharp arrow flew past his cheek, cutting his skin, and blood flowed down his face.

Andre subconsciously touched his face and felt the warm blood. He knew that his life was hanging by a thread.

On the Qian army side, Liu Kun saw a Luosha soldier with different armor and clothing from the ordinary ones. This person was not far ahead. Liu Kun's eyes flashed with excitement, and he shouted: "Concentrate firepower, take down the Luosha leader!"

Upon hearing this, the Qian army cavalrymen aimed their targets at Andrei. For a moment, arrows shot towards Andrei like locusts.

Although Andre had guards beside him, the arrows were concentrated and his horse was hit by two arrows. It neighed, knelt on its front legs, and threw Andre out.

Andre fell heavily to the ground, sprained his ankle, and struggled to stand up but was unable to do so. The general fell off his horse. Some of Andre's guards saw it but pretended not to know and continued to run forward.

However, loyal and righteous people have always existed since ancient times, no matter in the enemy country or in the Central Plains. After Andre fell from his horse, four Rakshasa soldiers still abandoned their horses and stepped forward to protect Andre.

The Qian army cavalry quickly surrounded Andrei, and Liu Kun saw that there were only a few Rakshasa soldiers fleeing in front of him, so he waved his hand and ordered to stop the pursuit.

Afterwards, Liu Kun turned his head and looked at Andre who was surrounded. He saw that Andre's face was pale, he slumped on the ground, his eyes full of despair.

Liu Kun rode forward and came in front of Andre. He looked down at him and sneered, "It's you! Rakshasa, today is the day you die!"

After saying this, Liu Kun gave an order, signaling his subordinates nearby to shoot the five men to death with a volley of arrows.

The Qian army cavalry formed a tight circle, trapping Andre and others in the center. The bows in their hands had been pulled into full moons, with the arrows pointing directly at the five people in the circle.

Liu Kun rode on his warhorse, watching quietly, without any mercy on his face, "Shoot!" As Liu Kun gave the order, a sharp whistling sound was heard, and dense arrows shot towards Andre and others like raindrops.

Arrows pierced into the bodies of the Rakshasa soldiers one after another. In a blink of an eye, four Rakshasa soldiers were full of arrows and fell beside Andre like hedgehogs.

More arrows shot at Andre, some hit his shoulders, some pierced his thighs. Andre roared in pain, his voice filled with despair.

Finally, Andrei stopped moving. His body was nailed to the ground by countless arrows. Liu Kun raised his arms and shouted, "Victory! Victory!"

Following the general's cheers, the whole grassland was filled with cheers. After the cheers, Liu Kun looked at the corpses scattered all over the ground and said in a cold voice: "Cut off all the heads of the Rakshasas. I will use these heads to build a Jingguan here!"