Yang Su pulled out the sword, waved his sword in front of him, shouted, and ordered the attack. The first wave was the heavy armored infantry and cavalry, which instantly surged out like a tide.

The cowhide drums resounded through the sky, and three thousand heavily armored iron cavalry swept by. The war horses were boiling, dust was flying, and the sound of killing was noisy.

Opposite, Xiao Maha also called the order with his sword and sent thousands of cavalry to fight, using cavalry to fight against the cavalry, striving to block the momentum of the enemy and keep his formation unchaos.

"Board, prepare to... shoot!"

"Here--"

As soon as the order was issued, the order flag was waved, and ten thousand crossbows shot out powerful crossbows. Countless large crossbows poured out violently, covering the sky with dense rain of arrows, filling the sky.

The rebel cavalry, who had just rushed out of the array, were immediately covered by crossbow arrows and shot down. They shouted and neighed at the horses. The cavalry lacking good protection was like a tripping horse rope under their feet, and they fell down immediately, but it did not stop the rebels' attack. The archers in front of the rebel formation also shot longbows and aimed at the iron cavalry of the court.

Swallowing!

The arrow rain shot out, and some knights of the court were also shot into arrows and fell down, but their armor was thicker and more complete, so the losses were nearly half less than those of the other party.

After two rounds of arrow rain, the cavalry of both sides fought fiercely in the middle of the battlefield. The collision of people and horses was like the moment when two huge waves converged in the tide, galloping, instantly condensing, and then the people were on their backs and horses flew with flesh and blood.

"Kill and kill!"

The soldiers of both sides confronted completely on the battlefield, and from time to time, someone was killed, picked up, stabbed to death, and the flesh-and-blood battlefield. Everyone was desperately wielding this life. The road was ruthless, and the battlefield was even more so. The other party's life was the glory of killing the enemy.

Blood splattered, limbs flew around, rolled, and the headless corpse sprayed blood columns. It was just now that it was slaughtering others, but it might be a pile of meat paste under the horse's hooves.

This is a tough battle, and the final outcome only depends on the strength of the troops and morale of both sides.

Luo Zhaoyun, with 10,000 elite soldiers, lined up after the cavalry. When the third wave of cavalry was over, it was their turn to charge into battle.

This is not the first time he has seen such a big fight, but he is still a little scared, his blood is boiling, and he is deeply moved. This kind of battle and fighting of cold weapons, and his life is like the most valuable grass, being harvested.

The blood qi surged into the sky, and the smell of blood was full of strong blood. Some recruits were nauseous when they saw this scene and their legs were trembling.

In an instant, only more than a thousand men were left in the three thousand heavily armored cavalry, sweeping thousands of cavalrymen from the other side and continuing to rush forward.

But thousands of cavalry rushed out in front of the rebels, and the second and third rounds of cavalry shock waves also began, roaring out, with thousands of horses galloping, landslides collapsed and tsunami-like power.

The wheat iron rod held a horse spear and led the troops to rush. The knights used extremely lethal weapons such as spears, swords and giant axes to crush them with the degree of war horses.

At this moment, the psychological quality of the elite imperialists was better than the rebels, because they knew why they fought, defended their country, and were even more fearless. Even if they died in battle, their parents, wives and children could receive pensions and exempt them from taxes for many years. Therefore, they had no worries in their hearts. This state was much better than the rebels' confusion.

Morality was increasingly tilting towards the imperial army. After three waves of cavalry, they had already rushed to the formation of a hundred thousand troops and had to cut the formation.

At the same time, Luo Zhaoyun led more than 10,000 troops in the front army to fight the infantry front and also went out.

He held a spear and removed his white robe. When he charged in the battle, he did not reveal his obvious target, so as not to become the target of public criticism and be shot to death by arrows.

When Luo Zhaoyun's ten thousand elite troops were killed, the infantry commanded by Zhou Luohu followed him and then the two wings were also out.

The troops of both sides are equal, and who wins and loses. The key is how the commander dispatches, what formations are used, as well as morale, overall quality, and force.

Luo Zhaoyun was like a tiger and a horse like a dragon. Surrounded by the guards, he led ten thousand elite soldiers to follow the cavalry and continue to break the rebels' team.

"Kill and kill!" There was a sound of killing, and countless soldiers fell in pools of blood, but no one had time to help, because the enemy's Ge Feng had not stopped yet, and he waved ruthlessly and cruelly.

The war is cruel and bloody. People are like crazy beasts, dancing with guns, swords and spears, and red eyes are shouting and fighting desperately. The cold and bloody scene is hard to imagine if it is not in it, and it is not as light, simple and straightforward as the ones played on TV.

Luo Zhaoyun experienced a frontier war, which was very tragic, but it was the Turkish Hu people fighting desperately, but now it was the battle between the Great Sui imperial guards and local government soldiers. They were originally born from the same root, so why are they too anxious to fight each other!

Fortunately, he was mature and had already taken these lightly. His mind was as calm as a rock. He was calm and decisive. When blood scattered on his face and clothes, he was not kind-hearted and kept killing the enemy, because if he was in it, if he did not fight back, he would probably be cut off the horse in the next second.

"Defeat the rebels and defend their country!" Luo Zhaoyun shouted from time to time, inspiring the fighting spirit and pride of the soldiers.

"Defend the country--"

Countless battles between swords and guns, and the soldiers of both sides fought tightly in front of the formation.
Chapter completed!