The charge array of goose-shaped cavalry with Ma Dai as its head and Pang De as its tail, like the sickle of the god of death, cut wildly from the left rear of Han Sui's cavalry, harvesting one crop after another.

Forced by the situation, more and more cavalry of Han Sui's army had to violate the order of "attack with all their might" and turn around to face Ma Dailai.

The two iron cavalry, both from Xiliang, had a bloody battle between men from Xijiang who had a branch.

In just a moment, Ma Dai, who was wearing white with the man and the horse, seemed to have changed into a "dress" - red, and his body was dizzy and bloody red!

"Kill! Kill! Kill!..." The "kill" sound full of hatred could not help but roar out of Ma Dai's mouth, and the soldiers around the enemy and us couldn't help but be moved by this.

Many of the cavalrymen of Han Sui's troops have not yet taken action. In their eyes, the most terrifying hungry wolf in Western Xinjiang is hard to compare with one of Ma Dai's ten.

Ma Dai's attack was extremely violent, like a rushing hurricane in the western border and a surging tide in the East China Sea. No one could have walked over three rounds under the Tianlang gun, and more often it was a killing with one blow.

Against the backdrop of the last ray of sunset, Ma Dai's body seemed to be shrouded in a faint blood mist, hazy and solemn!

"The Heavenly God Wood Tower!" Ma Dai's bravery completely aroused the fighting spirit of the iron cavalry under his command. At this moment, in their eyes, his military leader was the legendary great god!,

God is with us!

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One soldier after another was hit into the sky and fell like a rag. Countless soldiers were stepped into meat mud under the rushing iron hooves. The eyes were full of blood, and their ears were full of wailing miserably...

All the things I saw and heard made my eyes suffocate and my heart was like a knife. The infantry here are all elites under my command. Although I did not participate in the entire process during the recruitment and training, I also devoted a lot of energy.

During years of war, they followed me to fight from all over the country, achieving success in our army's victory...

But in front of the raging subway cavalry, life seems so insignificant.

A deep feeling continued to grow in my heart, and strange anger gradually brewed.

"Roar~~!" After a spear like thunder pierced through the chest of an enemy cavalry, I couldn't help but roared wildly. In an instant, the thunderous shout almost covered up all the sounds. It echoed clearly above the battlefield.

After this loud shout, my depression was released.

As the head coach, I don’t have the right to get angry. Any move I do may cause variables to the battle situation and will directly affect the life and death of countless soldiers.

After barely recovering from calmness, I continued to command the soldiers beside me to resist the impact of the enemy cavalry, while carefully observing the situation of the surrounding battlefields.

The scene of 20,000 cavalry charging can only be described as overwhelming. In the plain terrain, infantry blocks the impact of the cavalry. The pressure is like a nine-foot mountain pressing on the head, making people feel extremely difficult to breathe.

The participation of Zhao Yun and Ma Daidi in the war did not relieve the pressure on me, at least, it is still the case for the time being.

It is not that I have never fought with the cavalry, but so far, no cavalry has ever encountered that has reached the number of Han Sui Iron Cavalry.

Under normal circumstances, an iron cavalry can easily kill a spearman or a sword and shield soldier. Once the crossbowman is approached, he has no defensive ability.

In order to resist this wave of iron cavalry after wave, in addition to having the fighting spirit of never giving in, the cooperation between the soldiers is also extremely critical.

Ten individual infantry may be killed and knocked away by ten iron cavalry in an instant. But if the ten infantry can be formed into a complete and close formation and rely on good cooperation, it is possible to withstand the impact of the ten iron cavalry.

After all, the attack distance between infantrymen is far beyond that of cavalrymen.

Fortunately, the infantry under my command did not panic or defeat because of the heavy blows they encountered, although their opponents were terrible.

But most of the soldiers can still maintain a close formation and fight with the enemy cavalry in their respective places, leading by Du Bo and Sima.

I was blinded by the tragic death and injury before, but after calming down, I found that the battle situation was still in a stalemate. Although the infantry did not have the ability to repel the iron cavalry, and even resisted seemed extremely difficult, it was a delusion to Han Sui defeat our infantry in a short period of time.

The greatest hope to turn the situation around the war fell on Zhao Yun and Ma Dai. However, I will not let go of any effort.

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"Clang~~!" Another violent collision.

Ling Tong retreated for seven or eight steps before he stopped his body. He inserted his sword into the ground to help support his body. He gasped heavily in his mouth, and sweat dripped along his temples.

Beside him, more than a dozen people and horses had fallen down in a row, including his own mount.

Yan Xing's power was beyond Ling Tong's expectations.

In terms of strength and martial arts, the two may be equal, but in terms of experience in facing the enemy, Ling Tong, who was just over 20 years old, obviously cannot be compared with Yan Xing, who is in middle age. In terms of riding, there is also a gap between the two.

There was no upper hand, and with the continuous attacks of iron cavalry from the side, Ling Tong's situation quickly turned passive, and the mount was assassinated by Yan Xing.

The soldiers of Wuqiu Flying Army were passive when they saw the commander's battle situation and tried their best to come forward to rescue and support, but the crazy attacks of the Iron Cavalry made them unable to truly get close.

Before Ling Tong could have a chance to breathe, two enemy cavalry had attacked from both sides.

"Damn your mother!" He shouted violently. Ling Tong unexpectedly did not choose to retreat or give in. Instead, he bullied himself forward and met the two riders straight.

Two spears crossed and pierced, and when they were about to be stabbed, Ling Tong suddenly became short. His body flexibly passed through the gaps between the two spears like a loach, and the big knife dragged behind him suddenly lifted it and waved it with the momentum.

The cavalry on the right stepped off one of the hind legs of the war horse and broke with the joints. After several steps, the huge body that had lost balance rushed forward and fell to the ground.

Ling Tong kicked up a spear that fell to the ground, turned his head and threw it out, piercing the cavalryman who tried hard to get up through the chest.

"Be careful with public records!" A shocking reminder suddenly came from the left.

Turning his head, Ling Tong was shocked to find a feather arrow coming to him silently, and it was too late to dodge.

The body moved slightly sideways almost instinctively, but the arrow still pierced heavily from the left shoulder. The huge pain suddenly narrowed Ling Tong's pupils.

After an arrow injured Ling Tong, Yan Xing rushed up without hesitation without hesitation, and his spear was straight at the opponent's head.

After fighting Ling Tong for more than 20 rounds, Yan Xing was also shocked by the strength of this young opponent. He didn't want to continue to entangle, and at the same time he developed an inexplicable jealousy towards Ling Tong's youth.

It prompted Yan to use his unique skill of "silent arrow".

After being shot in the arrow, Ling Tong's body became less flexible. Seeing that he could not escape the fate of being stabbed, a flying spear cleared the siege for him.

Taking advantage of Yan Xing, he dodged the flying spear, and Ling Tong rolled on the spot. He left the opponent's attack range.

"Public record, get on the horse!" Zhe Chong's captain Jia Hua led dozens of people to break through the interception of the Iron Cavalry from the side. The Pegasus rushed over and then leaned over to reach out to Ling Tong. He pulled him onto his war horse.

"Want to leave?" Yan Xing completed the action of collecting the spear and taking the bow at a speed that was almost magical, and three wolf teeth pressed the bowstring at the same time.

The three arrows were a little separated and hit one after another, and pulled into a straight line in the air like a miracle.

The situation between Jia Hua and Ling Tong became extremely dangerous. The cavalry around him saw that their identities were extraordinary, and how they were willing to let them escape, the tide was siege.

While fighting desperately, Ling Tong suddenly felt a huge threat coming and shouted hurriedly: "Brother Wenlin, there is an arrow behind!"

Jia Hua suddenly turned around, swung the big knife in his hand quickly, and slashed an arrow. Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he was shocked to find that another arrow had arrived in front of him. It was definitely not enough to block it, so Jia Hua could only lean back along the arrow.

He also pressed Ling Tong to lie down on the horse's back.

After the arrow flew over his cheeks. Jia Hua was about to get up and ride his horse, but suddenly felt a chill in his left chest...

Hearing a muffled sound, Ling Tong was shocked to find Jia Hua's body slid towards the ground, and hurriedly grabbed it.

At the sight of the eyes, an arrow that was still shaking slightly at the tail end penetrated deeply into Jia Hua's left chest and took his life almost instantly.

"Brother Wenlin!!" Ling Tong shouted with hissing, holding Jia Hua's body. Jia Hua had always had a good relationship with Ling Tong, and this time he took the risk and even died in order to save Ling Tong.

"Go with him!" Yan Xingchuo stabbed him with his spear.

"Ah~~!" Like a wounded beast roared wildly, Ling Tong raised his head and stared at the approaching Yan Xing with red eyes. When the spear was about to reach his chest, his right hand came out like lightning and he held the tip of the spear.

"I want to kill you!" After retreating 5 or 6 steps, Ling Tong ignored the cuts of his palm and threw Jia Hua's body to the soldiers beside him, and then struggled to bring the spear to his side.

The huge force from the spear body forced Yan Xing to move forward immediately.

Leaping up from the back of the war horse, Ling Tong rushed towards Yan Xing like an eagle capturing a rabbit, and then the two of them rolled down together.

Unexpectedly, his opponent would use such a move, and Yan Xing could no longer fight with Ling Tong on the ground.

"I want to kill you, I want to kill you..." Ling Tong kept roaring madly, the pain in the wound on his left shoulder and right palm was completely gone, and his fists hit his opponent like the wind.

The surrounding Iron Cavalry saw Yan and Ling fighting together, and they didn't know how to help. At this time, a flying army led by Shamoko himself finally retreated from the Iron Cavalry's block.

With a sharp roar, Yan Xing tried his best to break free from Ling Tong's shackles and ran away without looking back. This man was a lunatic, definitely...

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"Puff~Puff~Puff!" The war horse's body was hit by many arrows and fell to the ground with a bang.

Yang Qiu got up from the ground with a dirt profile, rushed out.

"Yes~~!" Several wolf-tooth soldiers pulled the crossbow machine, and dozens of crossbow arrows blocked Yang Qiu's way, and more wolf-tooth soldiers fought wildly to rescue the subway cavalry.

After rolling left and right, he barely avoided the crisis of arrow attack. Yang Qiu was about to get up, but found that Zhu Huan had reached his side.

He kicked off the big knife in Yang Qiu's hand, and Zhu Huan stepped forward and twisted the opponent's head, and extended the knife in his hand to his neck.

"No...no..." Yang Qiu shouted in shock when he realized what Zhu Huan was going to do.

Zhu Huan's face was expressionless, and his right hand suddenly pulled out, cutting Yang Qiu's throat like a killer chicken. The hot blood spurted like a pillar from the knife's edge.

Yang Qiu, whose consciousness has not yet disappeared, could even see the blood in his body spraying out with his own eyes and moaning weakly.

His tongue reached the corner of his mouth and licked the blood. Zhu Huan's right hand holding the knife was like a tug of warp. He cut off Yang Qiu's head back and forth a few times, then suddenly raised it to the sky, as Zhang Nan had shouted before, and roared wildly: "Mountain~!"

"It's not moving like a mountain!"

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The front was unable to capture it for a long time, but the pressure behind him became increasingly greater. Han Sui felt inexplicable regret in his heart, feeling that he had made a little hesitant attack order.

"Send the order, the rear army turns to face the enemy cavalry!" The constant news forced Han Sui to adjust his deployment--the strong attack of the enemy cavalry and the tenacity of the enemy infantry's defense were already beyond expectations.

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As the sun sets, the sky gradually becomes darker. The evening breeze blows dust all over the ground, and floats to the north with a dizzy and bloody smell.
To be continued...