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Chapter 219 The fierce chariot

“Dongdongdongdongdong!”

The beating of war drums continued from Yanmenguan Great Wall to the surrounding areas, and beacon fires were lit one after another on beacon towers.

"Hoo ho ho ho ho!"

The armor leaves were beating and colliding, and soldiers wearing armor, holding shields, and swords walked out of the stronghold neatly, no longer hiding.

In the vanguard camp, Jin Yao stood on the chariot, and the Mo Dao attached to Cheng Ying finally showed its power.

"It is not you Confucians who can drive bronze chariots. One-on-one, the Mohists may not be as good as you, but when fighting in a group of chariots, it still depends on us!" Jin Yao smiled and looked at Fu Nian beside him.

In fact, Jin Yao was also very curious. As a clan with ancient heritage, Fu Nian could join the Chinese army's staff. There was no need to follow them to the Pioneer Camp to die.

Anyone with some common sense will know that the Pioneer Camp is also called the Dead Soldiers Camp. In addition to the Mohist disciples, all the death row prisoners here are from Zhao State.

These prisoners on death row have no other choice. They can either be executed by Qiu Houwen, or they can perform meritorious service on the battlefield and then be converted from apprentice status to humble status. In this way, they can be exempted from execution. If their meritorious service is great enough, they can even be transferred to civil status or even scholar status.

membership.

However, Fu Nian is a scholar himself, so there is no need to come to die. Personal force can easily lead to death in such a large army battle.

"There are some things that need to be verified!" Fu Nian smiled, holding a large bronze gun in his hand and looking ahead indifferently.

"Inner Saint and External King?" Jin Yao suddenly thought that Fu Nian's own Confucian Holy King swordsmanship was also Fu Nian's way, and he followed the majestic approach of Inner Saint and External King.

"Are you investigating me?" Fu Nian turned to look at Jin Yao in surprise and admitted Jin Yao's guess.

"Awesome!" Jin Yao praised. Sure enough, the Confucians of this era cannot be compared with the corrupt Confucians of later generations. These people really learned the language!

"Blow the trumpet!" Jin Yao listened to the third wave of drums behind him and saw the attack flag under the banner, so he gave the decisive order.

Another Mohist disciple on the chariot took out a bronze charge trumpet and blew it loudly. The sound of the horn was rapid and melodious, directly overpowering the sound of the drum.

When the Mohist disciples and Zhao State prisoners on death row heard the charge horn, their skin instantly wrinkled and their blood boiled. They all got on the chariot, or followed the chariot, and slowly drove towards the Hun cavalry that had appeared in front.

Rush away.

The speed of the chariot increased from slow to fast. Two horses pulled the chariot forward, while a Mohist disciple on the chariot bent his bow and shot an arrow, but did not shoot the cavalry on the other side's horse because they knew very well that the barbarian cavalry's

His riding skills are very high and it is difficult to be shot. Therefore, the arrows miss and hit the front hooves of the war horse.

"Sound~~" The war horse was in pain. It stumbled and fell to the ground, throwing the Hun soldiers off the horses. The Hun soldiers were really good at riding. The moment they fell off the horses, they rolled twice.

He drew his sword and stood up, charging towards Zhao Jun.

Unfortunately, the chariot, as a powerful weapon on the battlefield, did not give them any chance to resist. The wheels rolled over them, and the sharp bronze spikes protruding from the wheel hubs directly knocked them over.

"Don't worry about those who are on the ground. Our enemies are only those on horseback in front of us. Once they fall, they will never have a chance to stand up again."

"Don't get hung up on any enemy. You only have one chance to attack each enemy. If you can't kill him with one blow, don't look back. Trust your robe!"

"Our enemy is always only in front of us!"



Jin Yao drove a chariot and roared on the tragic battlefield, reminding the soldiers and Mohist disciples who had not experienced the cruelty of the battlefield.

They had rehearsed these actions many times, but when they encountered them on the actual battlefield, they still habitually wanted to go back and fire a shot, a sword, or a knife. However, after hearing Jin Yao's roar, they woke up from their usual training.

Therefore, all the soldiers in the Pioneer Battalion and the Mohist disciples never looked back. They drove their chariots and continued to charge forward. The target was always the enemy in front of them. They would never look back or make unnecessary moves.

thorn, straight thorn, oblique thorn

cut, cut horizontally, cut with a slash

The usual martial arts moves and changes are redundant here. There is always only one move they can use, which is stabbing and sweeping.

On the chariot, don't move too much to avoid or jump to dodge, just chop and kill in an unpretentious manner, exchanging injuries for kills.

Until they could no longer find any target to kill in front of them, only endless grassland, Gobi and yellow sand remained.

All the chariots followed behind the Lingqi chariot driven by Jin Yao, like a sharp knife cutting into smooth tofu. No one could stop the galloping chariot.

The driver of the chariot does not need to worry about anything else. He lowers his body and uses all his strength to ensure that the chariot avoids various traps and fallen horses and rocks that will cause the chariot to roll over. As for speed, it can only be kept constant.

Accelerate without decelerating.

Either they die and the chariot will stop, or it will move forward endlessly.

The Yanmen Gate was closed, and under the banner of the Chinese army, Li Mu held the Zhenyue Golden Sword tightly in his hand and stared fixedly at the direction of the charge of the Pioneer Battalion.

This is the first counterattack on the grassland in the Central Plains. Whether the Zhao soldiers who have been persecuted by the barbarians will be afraid or turn their anger into endless fighting power depends on whether the Pioneer Battalion can bring an absolute crushing victory to all the armies.

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"Escape!" The Huns soldiers had never seen a chariot battle before. Chariots were too heavy on the terrain, so they had long been abandoned in the Central Plains war, because no one would choose to set up a chariot battle for you in the open field.

But on the grassland, it is actually very difficult to find a place that is not flat and open. Therefore, when the speed of the chariot soared to the limit, the Huns cavalry could not block the charge of the chariot and collapsed at the first touch.

The three hundred chariots of the vanguard camp drove through the Xiongnu forward cavalry battalion and crushed them. The prisoners on death row of Zhao who followed the chariots would not miss this opportunity to perform meritorious deeds. They faced the fallen soldiers.

After a while of finishing blows, he stared at the direction of the chariot and stepped forward to keep up.

"Don't stop, keep chasing!" Looking at the collapsed Xiongnu vanguard army, Jin Yao did not let the chariot stop and ordered the trumpeter to blow the whistle again. The entire vanguard camp was once again joined by a new force, a real 50,000 troops.

The vanguard army appeared brazenly on the battlefield.

The chariot was also accompanied by the White Tiger controlled by the Mohist disciples and Potu Qilang, a disciple of the Gongshu family. They suddenly chased the retreating Huns' front army and drove the defeated army towards the main camp of the Huns.

"Send the order! The whole army is ready, kill!" Yanmen Gate was closed, and Li Mu also saw the victory achieved by the Pioneer Camp, so he decisively issued military orders one after another, and the entire Yanmen Pass defense line was moved.

In the mountains and forests, under the grasslands, Zhao soldiers wearing armor and stomach walked out one by one, driving the barbarian soldiers towards a canyon.

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