The enemy cavalry began to surround this formation, galloping wildly.

The Qing soldiers' cavalry bows and arrows were like this big formation, splashing with arrow rains like arrows.

In this formation, the dense sounds of jingling sounds were immediately remembered, as if a heavy rain hit the iron plate, and finally they became a whole lot.

The soldiers of the African Legion, facing the enemy's heavy rain-like bow and arrow strike, did anyone pause?

They just shrank down the wide helmet.

It basically protected their vital faces.

The steel armor on the body makes the enemy's bows and arrows useless.

The arrow shot into the joints of the arm armor, and these Kunlun slaves didn't make a sound, let alone pulled out the arrows. It was like carrying a shining medal, even more proud.

Facing the enemy in front of you who is like a flying lantern.

The commander of the guard walked in front, and his huge helmet with a mask like Wang Xuejun protected it like an iron can.

The huge feet trampled on the earth, and every step was to lift heavy smoke and dust.

As the entire army advanced, the trampled smoke and dust finally wrapped the entire formation thickly. This actually made the enemy lose the target of accurate shooting.

The torrent of steel, like a millstone, firmly heading east, east, and then east.

The enemy's horses had begun to slow down and they could no longer run.

The Qing soldiers' arms were already sore and weak, and the power of the bow and arrow was greatly weakened.

However, this circling, riding and shooting with all his might did not cause much damage to the enemy.

Brock yelled: "Cut the bow, raise the knife, charge."

With his order, all the cavalry took back their bows and arrows, raised their swords, and launched a real charge.

Tens of thousands of people were like a torrent, pressing over from the black formation in all directions.

Just like a sea of ​​sea, it presses against this isolated island like a tsunami.

Faced with the impact of the enemy, the commander of the guard at the tip of the arrow did not stop his advance, and was like an awl, inserted into the enemy's charge formation.

With a loud roar, Mo Dao criticized him and cut off a Qing soldier with one knife and two swords.

The two brothers next to him immediately rolled up and slashed the other two enemies who wanted to attack him under the horse.

Raise the sword again, move forward and swing it out again.

The Modao Team rolled forward like this, like a giant ship, cutting through the waves.

The soldiers on the outer layer had sacrifices, and the soldiers on the inner layer had filled the gap without hesitation.

The knife wall was still tight and airtight. The enemy was killed and fell off the horse after group of enemies who were speeding past in front of him.

This small formation is moving eastward firmly in the thousands of troops.

Wherever they pass, they are all the enemy's dead horses and corpses. During that period, there will be three or two Kunlun slaves who died.

After a period of battle, the commander of the guard no longer knew how many enemies he had killed. He felt that his whole body was already in this cold winter, completely wet by his hot sweat.

He felt his arms raising the sword were a little stagnant.

This seriously affected his speed and efficiency of killing enemies. He had already been hit by two blows on his shoulder armor.

One of the men's big swords were heavy and sharp, and actually cut off the iron armor on his shoulders and slashed it on his shoulders.

Just as he gritted his teeth and persevered, someone yelled behind him: "Get back, I'll do it."

This is the voice of his own deputy.

He has been in the formation and has been raising his strength for a long time.

This is not the time to compete for strength, but to start a battle group.

The chief guard paused. A figure who was as tall and strong as him took his position. He stepped forward and took a big step forward. With one knife, another enemy was cut off.

Although the team shrank a little, it still maintained its strong morale and fierce murderous aura. In the face of difficulties, it stubbornly advanced eastward step by step.

Wang Xuejun surrounded in the middle of the formation.

At this time, I felt like I was doing nothing.

He doesn't need to fight, and he doesn't need to command and dispatch.

Of course, at this time, even if he had any military orders to convey, in the scene of tens of thousands of people shouting desperately, even if he shouted, almost no one next to him could hear it.

At this time, the role of training and cooperation is seen.

These African Legion soldiers had nothing else to do in normal times, and they couldn't do it well.

The only thing they can do every day is to put on heavy thick armor, then slash out the 80-pound machete in their hands and retract them again and again after forming a formation.

At the beginning, holding such a heavy sword, a powerful Kunlun slave could only be granted 10 times.

However, as the intensity of training increases, the food increases, coupled with their own gene advantages, slowly from 10 to 15 times, and then to 30 times.

The commander of the guard and his brothers could wield terrifyingly fifty times without being tired.

The biggest advantage of this front arrow formation is that the entire team only has the outermost layer to contact the enemy, and the soldiers inside can have plenty of time and accumulate physical strength to replace the weakened brothers outside to continue fighting.

The soldiers who retreated to the formation can relax their strength again and wait to replace the next group of brothers.

This is almost a machine that doesn't know how to get tired.

After blocking an enemy's arrow flying over, Wang Xuejun looked at it four times first, and the enemy's attack was already exhausted.

In front of their own squad formation, they had already started to grit their teeth and persevere.

As time goes by, Changhuan City has disappeared under the horizon. The current situation on the battlefield seems that its team is not breaking through and running for life, but is launching an attack on the enemy.

The enemy on the opposite side is not trying desperately to stop him from breaking through, but is more like blocking his attack on them and struggling to support him.

The pride of the Eight Banners of the Qing Dynasty made them unwilling to admit failure. They were trading their lives for glory in front of the Modao formation.

"Africa is too far away, and it will be too long for a while. Otherwise, you can expand the African legion infinitely. At that time, with such a powerful team in hand and with the invincible Modao, where can you go in the world?"

When he thought of this, his thoughts actually ran to Kaifeng City: "In order to rescue himself, Zi Yan's terrible girl actually played the tiger-stealing talisman for him. She rashly brought 20,000 soldiers who had not yet finished training and plunged into Henan. If there was a three-length or two-length shortcoming, how could I do it?"

I thought for a moment: "How can I explain to my own conscience?"

Thinking of the savage girl, who was riding with a horse and spear, and leading the way to kill the enemy, Wang Xuejun couldn't help but laugh.

"She has such a good kung fu, especially every time she stomped on me or gave me a elbow quietly, she was so vigorous."

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but wonder again: "Do I have a masochistic tendency? I'm asking for trouble from time to time. I have to change this tendency. Otherwise, I'm just a slut?"

Wang Xuejun rode on the horse, drifting with the flow and letting his thoughts flutter.

Just when he was thinking about the irrelevant situation, the Kunlun slaves beside him suddenly burst into a shocking cheer together.

Break through the encirclement.
Chapter completed!