"Stay! Stay!" The roars of officers came one after another in the Nanchuan military formation.

The Nanchuan soldiers in the front row embedded the wooden shield deeply into the soil. Many of them were recruits who had first been on the battlefield. They looked pale in the face of mountain pressure. If it weren't for the existence of soldiers, these recruits would have collapsed long ago.

Sith stood beside Lin Chuan's side and showed deep concern: "General, isn't it too risky to do this? They are all new recruits, if..."

Lin Chuan took a deep breath and interrupted Sith: "It is precisely because most of our First Corps are recruits that this plan can be implemented."

"But the casualties may be very large-"

Lin Chuan turned his head and looked at the Sith and asked, "Have you seen the war of the undead? War is cruel."

Sith shook his head, but his face showed an unbearable look, which really corresponded to the saying, one general succeeded and thousands of bones were undone.

In the snowy wilderness, red cavalry groups rushed into the Nanchuan army formation like lightning. Before the Nanchuan soldiers in the front row could stab the guns in their hands, their bodies had already flew up.

The cavalrymen of the dynasty grinned and kept slashing with their sabers. Each slash would bring about a large rain of blood.

In less than a quarter of an hour, 20,000 cavalry had already killed the Xiao Zhanqi regiment's army, and the cavalry brought blood troughs into the Nanchuan military formation, and countless broken limbs and arms flew over people's heads, boiling like boiling water.

The cavalry used the huge collision force of the war horses to rush around the Nanchuan army formation, unscrupulous, screaming and desperate howling mixed with the rumbling of the iron hooves.

The soldiers of Nanchuan were not as panicked as the new recruits. They cut down their horse legs and cavalry one by one. What's more, they rushed towards the cavalry on the horse and died with the enemy.

Sergeant Liu Erhu belonged to the First Flag Regiment. The advance thousand-man team he was in had been wiped out before. At this moment, he was fighting alone on the chaotic battlefield.

Liu Erhu's face was covered in blood. He had killed two dynasty cavalrymen.

The cavalry of the dynasty rushed back and forth among the Nanchuan army. Every time, countless soldiers of the Nanchuan army would fall to the ground and turn into a cold corpse. The cavalry of the dynasty would laugh wildly.

Lin Chuan, who was standing at the black wind gust, looked serious in his face, and his fingernails were deeply embedded in the flesh and blood. These were all Nanchuan's children. Seeing them die one by one, Lin Chuan felt guilty, but in order to implement the plan smoothly, he had to send them to the battlefield.

Under the back and forth of the cavalry, Xiao Zhan's first flag regiment quickly collapsed, and the soldiers fled back in panic and ran towards the Black Windkou.

"Hahaha, the rebels can't stop it!" The cavalry general watching the battle laughed.

The cavalry general Yingtan looked at the defeated rebels all over the mountains and fields, and his eyes turned, as if he was really defeated.

"Continue to chase and kill!" Yingtan saw that there was another army formation in the rebels as intact as before. He wanted to see the purpose of the rebels' abnormal behavior today, and the 10,000 cavalry behind him still did not go out.

Lin Chuan saw the dynasty cavalry that was still moving in the distance, and cursed himself: "Old fox."

A large number of defeated soldiers of the First Flag Regiment quickly retreated, and screams of despair continued to be heard behind them, which were the cavalry that was catching up with were performing their crimes.

Xiao Zhan carried a sword and mixed in the center of the defeated soldiers. Although the retreat had been discussed for a long time, when he really retreated, he felt as uncomfortable as a knife. When he heard the screams coming from behind, Xiao Zhan knew that another young man had fallen.

The Second Flag Regiment of the First Corps was lined up behind the First Flag Regiment. After the First Flag Regiment retreated, the Second Flag Regiment faced the attack of the cavalry.

The commander of the Second Flag Regiment, Ye Fei, looked solemn, and his hands clenched his fists and squeaked. His eyes were filled with anger. Seeing the cavalry constantly chopping down the retreating comrades to the ground, he wanted to rush up immediately, but as the commander, his reason finally suppressed his anger.

As a great man said, if he does not erupt in silence, he will perish in silence. Obviously, suppressed anger is an outlet that needs to be poured out, and the dynasty cavalry in front of him is a good object.

"Start!" Seeing the chasing dynasty cavalry entering the range, Ye Fei waved his sword fiercely.

Since the commander of the Second Flag Regiment, Ye Fei was an archer, he had a archer of a thousand-person team under his command, accounting for one-third of the total strength of the Flag Regiment, which is very rare among the other Flag Regiment.

With the howling sound of breaking through the air, a thousand heavy wolf-toothed arrows tear apart the void and stabbed them hard at the chasing cavalry of the dynasty.

With the shrill howl, countless cavalrymen were shot through their chests, splashing large pieces of blood. They rolled down from the war horses, and the subsequent cavalry swung their swords angrily: "Kill them! Kill them all!"

The just defeat of the First Flag Regiment of Nanchuan made the arrogant cavalry extremely arrogant. They believed that as long as they rushed closer, the rebels that were still resisting would collapse like the rebels just now.

So the cavalry wielded their sabers and came over in groups, and at this short distance of hundreds of meters it became a nightmare for the cavalry. They charged one after another and then fell to the ground.

Within a few hundred meters, hundreds of cavalry were shot and killed, and the 1,000-man archery team of the Second Flag Regiment of the Nanchuan Army made great contributions.

"Kill up! I'm going to scrape them alive!" The cavalry officers were angry, waving their sabers, and constantly leading the cavalry to launch assaults.

However, the position occupied by the Second Flag Regiment was no longer a flat wilderness, but a slope that was delayed upwards, and the cavalry had to raise their heads and attack upwards.

"Spit!" As the Nanchuan Army stabbed out the spears, the tip of the spear was covered with sticky blood when it was taken back. The first group of cavalrymen who rushed to the front of the formation were stabbed into sieves, including men and horses.

Although the Nanchuan soldiers of the Second Flag Regiment resisted bravely, in the face of the cavalry's assault, the defense line was soon torn apart. The cavalry continued to expand their battle results along the gap, and the red spread along the gap, submerging the original black.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Ye Fei, the commander of the Second Flag Regiment, issued an order to retreat.

With the rapid copper whistle sounding, the resisting soldiers of Nanchuan turned around and ran away without any desire to fight. At this moment, the training effects on weekdays appeared.

Often, they stopped attacking the dynasty cavalry and turned around and left. When the cavalry reacted, all the soldiers of the Nanchuan were left with them was a mess, and the angry cavalry screamed and chased after them.

"The rebels are just like this--" Cavalry commander Yingtan completely relieved when he saw another rebel defeated by his cavalry.

If there may be any conspiracy to retreat along the rebels, then the retreat of the rebels from both rebels is enough to illustrate the problem, because the retreat of tens of thousands of people was obviously not specially arranged. If it was really arranged, it would be that the rebel commander's mind was rusted.

You should know that once the troops collapse, it will be difficult to gather in a short period of time and will eventually be defeated.

"All army assaults! Chase the rebels!" The cavalry general Yingtan pulled out his battle knife and rode his horse out. Ten thousand cavalrymen behind him joined the attack queue.

Lin Chuan, who was standing at the black wind vent, finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this scene, turned to the Sith and said, "I will take the lead. You can resist for a while and prevent it."
Chapter completed!