Chapter 332: Victory (1)

People are roaring, and horses are neighing.

Zhuge Divine Crossbow, a new weapon that has never been shown in front of people, is simply a soul-striking order for the unprepared Huns.

Ten thousand medium-sized Zhuge divine crossbows can fire ten long arrows in turn at a time. The spare arrow box stacks high behind the divine crossbows, as if endless.

Each round is 3,300 launches at the same time. When the fifth arrow is launched, the second round will follow.

When the first round of 3300 Taichung's ten long arrows were fired, the third round of 3300 came up immediately.

At this time, the crossbow archers were quick to replace the first round of Zhuge's magic crossbow with a new set of arrow boxes. They were extremely skillful in their movements, obviously they were prepared and had been trained for a long time.

The power of the divine crossbow is far better than that of ordinary archers, and its firing rate is faster than that of the fastest archers.

Ten thousand Zhuge divine crossbows are definitely equivalent to 30,000 archers' unstoppable launches. For a moment, endless arrows are everywhere.

In just a short moment, the Huns immediately suffered heavy casualties.

In the endless sea of ​​arrows, they were overturned and died on the spot, but none of the Golden Wolf Army retreated.

Countless warriors went on one after another, and their purpose was to snatch the enemy's formation and kill the arrow-shooter on the spot, creating opportunities for the brothers who later came.

The Golden Wolf Army has never been merciless when dealing with the enemy. Similarly, as long as they still have a glimmer of hope for victory, they will never give up.

Even if the price paid is twice as painful, as long as the final victory can be achieved and the banner of the Golden Wolf Army can continue to fly in the sky, they will have no regrets.

On the left side of the main battlefield, Zhang Jinzhong looked at the changes in the central army with anxiety, and his expression could not be hidden from Lin Zhengming around him.

"General, what's wrong with you?"

Shaking his head slightly, the doubts in General Zhang Jin's mind were behind him:

"Nothing, maybe the commander has other plans and orders the second battalion of the middle and back to move closer to the main battlefield, we..."

However, at this moment, a low voice suddenly spread from afar on the battlefield.

It seems that the sound of shouting is not deliberately, but everyone can hear it.

"Gu Daoyan is dead, and you can't descend quickly."

Everyone looked back in horror.

On the top of the tower, a man stood in front of the wind with his head held high.

In his hand was the handsome flag standing on the high tower, but at this moment, he had already held it in his hand.

He raised his palm to make a knife and waved it down. The flagpole made of pine wood was like straw, and was cut into two.

Holding the two corners of the flag, he exhaled and shouted loudly, and the handsome flag suddenly split into two.

He raised two pieces of rags high and suddenly let go.

Two bright red cloths were whirling and fluttering in the strong wind, flying towards the distance.

The disappearance of the banner seemed to take away people's confidence and the hope of victory.

An irresistible sense of panic spread rapidly in the central army.

The officers responsible for issuing orders had a hint of confusion in their eyes, and all the soldiers had been slowing down for a moment.

There was a sentence echoing in their hearts:

"Gu Daoyan is dead, and you can't descend quickly."

Is this true?

In the era of cold weapons, the life and death of the chief general often represents the survival of an army.

Among the Cheng family's private soldiers, established by retired soldiers of the Sky Eagle Legion, Gu Daoyan's reputation and prestige never became a second person again.

If he had any accidents at this time, the cohesion and combat power of this army would inevitably be greatly weakened.

Can such an army win over the powerful Huns as one grows and the other grows?

The Cheng family's central army inevitably had a moment of pause and hesitation, and even chaos on the front line.

It was this little effort that gave the Hun cavalry an opportunity to turn the situation around.

They whipped the horse under their crotch hard because they knew that this was the best opportunity, and probably the only chance.

It's close, so close.

Just when the launch frequency and density of Zhuge Divine Crossbow reached its lowest level today, the Huns had already raised their horses and pulled each other closer.

The Han general scolded angrily, and the black cylinder was raised again, and a new round of fatal arrows were about to be shot.

However, the Huns' horses actually reached an unprecedented high speed at this moment.

The dozens of cavalry in the front row are only a dozen steps away from the Han army's central camp.

"put……"

The Han generals were glad that if they were one step further and they were allowed to rush into the formation, the situation would be unimaginable.

However, his thought flashed for only a moment and was dispelled by the tragic scene in front of him.

"Swoosh..."

The arrows flew out and penetrated the body of the war horse hard.

Suddenly, a man jumped high, and behind him, countless men arrived like flying.

They abandoned the fallen war horse, spread their legs, and launched a suicide charge towards the enemy more than ten steps away.

"kill……"

A screamer filled with murderous aura and hatred came from the air.

Maimiti's face was ferocious, and blood flowed from his left shoulder. Although it was barely wrapped by a rag, the wound was still dyed red.

However, his spirit was highly excited.

Because, he finally rushed to the central army camp. At this moment, in front of him, there were the Han soldiers with nervousness on their faces, and no longer the Zhuge Divine Crossbow that never tires from shooting cold arrows.

The sword in his hand flew, and in mid-air, he waved a gorgeous shadow of the sword, and under the reflection of the sun, a dazzling light burst out.

The soldiers guarding were also people of war. They raised the spear in their hands and stabbed him hard.

Maimati did not dodge or dodge. He swung his sword, then came first, and even cut his sword into two pieces.

"ah……"

The shrill screams were heart-wrenching. This was the first person to be killed and killed by the soldiers in the middle army in their territory.

"Come on..." Maimaiti called loudly, behind him were the dozen warriors who were the first to pass the death line.

They finally broke through this line of life and death that represents the life and death of the person.

"kill……"

The Han general shouted loudly.

Countless soldiers rushed forward to encircle them here.

The crossbow archers in the back row ignored them, and they were concentrating on changing the spare arrow box.

A mere dozen people have no use in a battle of this scale.

The real enemy of the Cheng family was not Maimati, nor the dozen warriors with great martial arts behind him, but the thousands of Hun cavalry who were still launching fierce attacks here.

As long as they can continue to fire the Zhuge Divine Crossbow and keep the Huns army out, even if these dozen people are brave and good at fighting, they will not be able to cause much waves.

The Han generals understand this principle, and Maimati will not be unaware of it.

He roared and rushed forward with a knife. His target was Zhuge Divine Crossbow, the soldiers responsible for firing Zhuge Divine Crossbow.

The Han people raised their swords and guns and ruthlessly stabbed and chopped down the more than ten people.

Maimati strode forward regardless of his own safety. Every time he swung his sword, he could take away a life. At the same time, there would inevitably be one more or several blood marks on his body.

His steps changed from firm to staggering, but his direction never changed at all. He walked forward unswervingly.

Maimati's whole body was soaked in blood. His blood and the blood of the enemy were mixed together, and his body was covered with dark red plasma.

There were fewer and fewer soldiers behind him, but as long as he had a breath, he could follow his footsteps unswervingly without stopping at all.

Finally, Maimati waved his sword and his eyes lit up. He had already broken through the crowd and came to Zhuge's Divine Crossbow.

He grinned, his blood-stained face was indescribably hideous and terrifying.

A flash of sword light in his hand, and the spring of the rear half of the crossbow arrow made an extremely unpleasant creaking sound, and then he could no longer move.

Maimati was overjoyed. He was about to do the same thing, but suddenly he felt a light in his hand.

Looking at it, the Diamond Saber that had been following him for decades was broken.

Just as he was stunned, a hidden arrow had penetrated his right chest.

However, he threw it silently and shot the broken knife deep into the chest of a Han soldier.

He bowed his head and fucked him, and a long snatch of about a meter appeared in his hand.

With a loud shout, he ran rampant with his gun, invincible all the way, and killed people like hell, and came to another Zhuge crossbow.
To be continued...