A thug who was strong enough to kick the door open and a knife could cut off the human head was completely regarded as a little doll with a snot in his nose. It was just the Tuyuhun general, and even the Tuyuhun cavalry who gradually showed their bodies to the horizon were all angry.

At this moment, in the direction of the rear formation, as expected, 40,000 Tuyuhun cavalry appeared there, but the 40,000 cavalry did not move, because the more than 10,000 cavalry of the Chinese Fuxing Army stood upright in the rear formation.

The news that the 50,000 troops led by Murong Daxi had already reached the ears of these Tuyuhun cavalry, so the Tuyuhun cavalry that appeared in the back formation seemed very cautious.

However, the Tuyuhun cavalry on the flank side division did not have so many concerns. In other words, the Tuyuhun cavalry felt that there was a gap in cavalry between the two sides, but it did not mean that the infantry of the Chinese Fuxing Army could deal with cavalry with very strong mobility and lethality.

Pei Yuanqing stood with two thousand Mo Daozhes at this moment, evenly and sparsely scattered at the front of the formation. They were firstly wearing heavy infantry armor with a thickness exceeding the heavy cavalry armor. This armor was named the Foozhan Armor by this young master. Naturally, it is a commemoration of the Foozhan Armor Armor, which was the pinnacle of the Chinese nation's armor-making technology in the Song Dynasty in history.

The weight of the whole armor is made of plate armor, and its thickness is one-third thicker than that of heavy cavalry armor, and its total weight reaches fifty-eight kilograms. Such heavy armor, let alone swords and guns, is difficult to break even with axes. Only heavy hitting weapons will cause certain damage to them.

The Mo sword in their hands was more than 1.5 meters long, and the length of the handle reached this length. The weight of a Mo sword reached twenty-five kilograms. This was the most terrifying heavy infantry in the Sui and Tang Dynasties. Any type of army could only dodge when facing these Mo sword hands, or it would be cut into two pieces, even if it was a cavalry.

When Tuyuhun's cavalry saw these Mo Dao Hands, they couldn't help but hesitate. However, with the shouts and encouragement of the Tuyuhun general, ten thousand Tuyuhun Iron Cavalry began to slowly press forward.

"Two wings, pay attention to the two wings and the rear formation. You don't need to worry about the front. Stabilize the shields and spears in your hands and drop bombs. Your target is the two wings, and the crossbowman is the front." With the roar of the officers, the soldiers of this division walked into their positions as instructed. There was no fear in their eyes. Some were just excitement for the upcoming war and the desire to eat blood.

Tuyuhun's cavalry came towards the ten thousand Chinese Fuxing Army head-on. They were not interested in the main force of the army that was ready for battle. They intended to use these ten thousand iron cavalry to destroy these infantry soldiers of the Huaxia Fuxing Army who were trying to resist. This not only hits the morale of the Huaxia Fuxing Army, but also allows the Huaxia Fuxing Army to see the terror of the Tuyuhun cavalry. Of course, they like to do something like killing two birds with one stone.

Pei Renji, beside him, pursed his lips tightly, and looked at the gradually advancing Tuyuhun cavalry. His eyes narrowed very sharply, as if he wanted to rush up and drag Pei Yuanqing back and replace him with him.

I opened my mouth, but didn't know how to comfort him. However, Pei Renji saw my gaze and showed a bright smile: "Don't worry, Your Majesty, the old man is fine. As a soldier, just put on a horse and wrap his body to the fate of our soldiers, not to mention that I have confidence in this battle."

"Well, of course, my Chinese Revival Army will win." I nodded heavily and said word by word.

At this time, the Tuyuhun cavalry, who had originally moved forward lightly, roared and began to run wildly after a melodious horn sounded like a mad cow whose ass was stinged by a hornet.

Therefore, when the cavalry on the flank gathered together into a formation, the desolate horn began to sound. Then, the Tuyuhun cavalry roared like ghosts and howls, and a series of shiny scimitars were unsheathed, and the war horses neighed and moved out of their heavy hooves and began to run wildly.

The galloping momentum of thousands of horses was like a wave of storm, and the infantry on our side still seemed so steady, but all the Modao hands had already supported the Modao in their hands and stood up. Two thousand Modao knives were like the fangs of two thousand hideous giant beasts, and the cold and cold light made people look at them.

At a hundred steps, a sharp roar was heard. From behind the Modao team, sharp crossbow arrows pierced deeply into the cavalry rushing in the front, broke through the armor on their bodies, penetrated into their bodies, and easily harvested their strength and life.

The Tuyuhun people were already crazy at this moment. At this time, they could only move forward and keep striking forward, avoiding the fallen comrades and horses that continued to run forward. What greeted them was the crossbow arrows that seemed to never stop, rows of crossbow arrows, which drilled out from the gap between Modao's hands like swimming fish, and then blood flowers bloomed on the bodies of these Tuyuhun cavalry.

The distance between a hundred steps seemed to be just a moment, but at this moment, hundreds of cavalry had fallen down, causing the Tuyuhun cavalry assault force to slow down, but it still faced Mo Dao's hand very resolutely and hit it.

Crazy and resolutely collided. At the moment when the two sides collided, blood fountains rushed into the sky, and broken limbs and arms were rising one after another. The cavalrymen in Tuyuhun widened their eyes in horror, and saw their mounts, their scimitars, arms, and iron armor, in front of those extremely sharp and heavy swords, they were simply torn apart.

Those Modao hands stood firm like reefs in the storm, and those Modao swords, like the sickle in the hand of the God of Death, reaped all the lives that dared to appear in front of them.

The formation of Modao Hand is very loose, but it is this loose formation that suits the performance of the ten-meter-long heavy weapon in their hands. The sharp but heavy Modao, combined with the waist strength, is simply invincible. Whether it is armor, human body or war horse, there is nothing to stop them from sharpness.

And the crossbow arrows were like blood-devouring poisonous snakes, moving through the gap between Modao's hands and piercing into the bodies of the Tuyuhun cavalry.

As the sound of the horn changed, the Tuyuhun cavalry behind them were divided into two, no longer facing the terrifying Mo Dao hand, but heading towards the two wings. When they approached the two wings and faced the morale of ordinary Chinese Revival Army, which was no longer like steel fortresses, a ferocious and cruel smile appeared on their faces.

Black balls flew over, drew a graceful arc in the sky, and then fell down. One of them hit the eyes of a Tuyuhun cavalry officer, and was quickly caught in his hand.

Looking at the black iron ball with strange patterns outside and a thing that was rising from the blue smoke, before the Tuyuhun cavalry officer could have any unnecessary reaction, he felt his eyes lit up, and then his consciousness completely disappeared into the eternal darkness.

After a bunch of black iron balls flew out more than ten feet, they collapsed among the Tuyuhun cavalry, and then they burst out with charming and deadly fires, devouring the fresh lives. The Tuyuhun cavalry, who thought victory was in sight, collapsed only in this moment.

It can make a loud noise comparable to a roar of thunder, and can also blow people and even horses into the sky. In their eyes, such weapons are more evil than demons and more terrifying than hell.

The two wings of the Chinese Revival Army of this division were lit up with flames, exploding the neat and sharp formation of the Tuyuhun cavalry into a mess. The Tuyuhun cavalry, who were still crazy, looked crazy. Now, their hearts and even their souls were all left with fear, and they were scattered and jumped in panic.

The Tuyuhun cavalry on the front were almost scared to death. Not only was the Mo Dao hand blocked the attack, but they were also constantly baptized by arrow rain. Now, the terrible weapons on both wings made them understand that they were definitely not something that human power could resist and compete with.

Some of the scared Tuyuhun cavalry howled in a sound that was enough to sing aria, while slapped the horses beneath them, hoping to escape from this hell covered by the flames of the demons.

"The devil...that's the devil, we can't defeat the devil..." Well, I can't understand Tuyuhun's words, but I think they should be shouting like this.

Ten thousand cavalrymen finally threw down more than two thousand corpses and fled in all directions. What were left behind were the corpses from that place, and the elite army with high spirits. "Huaxia is a thousand victories, a thousand victories, a thousand victories."

Eighty thousand people raised their swords and guns, waved their flags, and sent out the strongest voice of this era towards those scattered enemy cavalry, towards those scattered and shocked, towards the vast land and the endless sky. China will surely win thousands of victories.

The Tuyuhun cavalry in the back formation quietly retreated, and the Tuyuhun cavalry who fled in all directions were probably destroyed by the flames of the devils.

Pei Yuanqing, who was covered in blood-stained armor and some pits in some places, came to me, placed the sword in his hand on the ground, and then hit his chest with his hand. "I'm going to see Your Majesty."

"Okay, I am worthy of being my Chinese man. You fought well in this battle, not only did you exert the momentum of my Chinese Revival Army, but also eliminated the arrogance of those Tuyuhun people." I strode forward and patted his shoulder heavily on the shoulder

Looking at the knife marks and pits on his heavy armor, if it weren't for the fact that my Chinese Empire had the technology and smelting technology that exceeded this era, it would be great that Mo Dao Hand could save one ten times in such a battle. Now, Mo Dao Hand had no dead except for more than ten seriously injured.
Chapter completed!