The surprise in Cheng Qiu's eyes flashed away, but his face remained calm. No matter how powerful a person is, he will eventually run out of strength, but he has two thousand men. With a wave of his hand, the deputy general immediately led three hundred soldiers to join him.
When they arrived at the battlefield, they rushed straight towards the cavalry led by Zhang Zhi.
Cheng Qiu is the ruler of Liangzhou and holds a high position. There are countless people staring at this position. He can stand out from many people and remain standing. He must have inhuman means. Otherwise, why would he be able to dominate the political scene of Liangzhou? Zhang Zhi leads
The cavalry did not scare Cheng Qiu. If he was afraid of even such a small number of people, there would be no need for him to mess around.
The three hundred men led by the lieutenant general were die-hard supporters of Cheng Qiu, and they were regarded as dead men by the world. For Cheng Qiu, these people would sacrifice their lives without hesitation. It was Cheng Qiu who gave them life in times of trouble.
Hope, give them food and clothing, and the idea they have been instilled in them for many years is to do whatever it takes for Cheng Qiu, and those who resist have long since died.
The passage of time has erased their concept of life and death, and they only survive for Cheng Qiu. In other words, they are no longer their own.
These dead soldiers may not have superior strength or tacit understanding of the battle formation, but their loyalty is unquestionable, and their offensive posture is completely life-threatening.
This kind of fighting style without risking life, forcibly blocked the cavalry attack with blood, and the offensive was stagnant. Often a Xiliang Army soldier killed an enemy, but attracted several enemies to attack without fear of death. They
It's like a wooden man who doesn't know the pain, but chooses to collide with the running horse with his body. There is no trace of surprise in their eyes at the death of their companions, as if they are watching something that has nothing to do with them.
The soldiers who were knocked away by their war horses could not be frightened by any ripples.
Zhang Zhi's offensive team has a total of eighteen people, eight of whom are lone wolf special forces. They are well-equipped with weapons and brave in combat, and their equestrian skills are second-to-none. Their cooperation with each other is incomparable, and the enemies they encounter along the way are
They are all like a meat grinder on the battlefield. Even so, they can't do anything to the enemy in front of them.
The enemy's desperate tactics finally stopped the cavalry offensive led by Zhang Zhi. The horses suffered more and more wounds and lost their power. Zhang Zhi gave an order and more than a dozen people dismounted one after another, even if they were fighting on foot.
, the Xiliang army was not afraid of anyone. The narrow battlefield did not allow Zhang Zhi's numerical disadvantage to be reflected at all.
No. 51 led the soldiers to stop Cheng Yin, and soon fought against Cheng Yin. Cheng Yin was brave, and No. 51 was not afraid. No matter it was the initial horse battle or the subsequent infantry battle, the lone wolf soldier
The all-rounder's reputation was not in vain. The two of them went back and forth, and for a while they were evenly matched.
People make mistakes and horses stumble, and the situation on the battlefield is changing rapidly. If you are not careful, you are likely to fall. No. 51 has just escaped from Cheng Yin's attack. At this moment when the old strength has just left and the new strength has not yet been born,
A spear shadow stabbed at him, and the spear pierced No. 51's shoulder. Cheng Yin seized the opportunity and stabbed No. 51. When the blade passed by, the skin and flesh were torn open, and blood gushed out.
Even with the endurance of No. 51, he couldn't help but roar, and let out an inhuman cry. The sound caused the surrounding soldiers to look at him.
Cheng Yin shouted: "Okay!" He did not feel ashamed at all for the soldier's sneak attack. He and Professor Jia Rong's tactics coincided with each other.
However, the soldiers in the Qiu Department were not the Xiliang Army. Cheng Yin's actions would only arouse the contempt of more soldiers. On the battlefield, the generals of both sides fighting were an extremely sacred thing in the eyes of the soldiers.
He raised the sword high in his right hand and swung it hard. The enemy soldier who was attacking was directly decapitated. The head fell to the ground with a grunt. The soldier still maintained the same standing position. The blood in his body suddenly found a breakthrough and spread down his neck to the sky.
A bloody firework was actually staged, and No. 51 was also sprayed with blood all over his body and face.
At this time, No. 51 was like a demon from hell, his expression was extremely ferocious due to the wounds on his body, and the sword in his right hand was dripping with blood, exuding a lustful light.
The surrounding enemy soldiers who were affected couldn't help but take a step back, looking at No. 51 with eyes full of fear and disbelief. As a soldier directly under Cheng Yin, he can be regarded as the best soldier in the entire team. He has experienced this more than once.
On the battlefield, they had seen too many deaths and too many enemies being killed. Over time, they gradually became numb to killing. Such bloody killing methods stirred up the string deep in their hearts. Yes,
It's fear.
The timid soldiers kept darting towards the densely populated area of Paoze, as if that was the only way to feel safe, and the weapons in their hands were more like fire sticks.
In contrast, the morale of the Xiliang army has become even higher. They have seen too many bloody methods, but this kind of thing can arouse the militant cells in the body, especially the Qiang soldiers, who are shouting at the enemy.
The Qiang people worshiped the strong the most, and only the strong could make them excited.
No. 51 licked the blood on his lips. Regardless of the injuries on his body, he swung his knife to kill Cheng Yin again. He staggered but did not lose the fierceness of the offensive. The sword was sharp and sharp, and Cheng Yin could only parry for a moment.
As a result, the general was suppressed, and the soldiers under Cheng Yin were retreating steadily, losing their previous sharpness.
The battlefield is cruel and merciless. When the men are exhausted, the soldiers of the Xiliang Army are already exhausted after continuous fighting. A soldier of the Xiliang Army was stabbed in the body by the enemy's spear, but he held the enemy's weapon tightly.
Creating an opportunity for Pao Ze behind him, the war has reached a fever pitch, and the soldiers on both sides have become red-blooded.
After eating in the same pot for a long time, how can we not have feelings for each other? We are all big men, so why don't we have any anger? No one wants to admit that he is a coward.
Many heroic figures emerged from the ruthless battlefield. The soldiers' counterattack before dying, the angry roar of Pao Ze, the momentum of galloping war horses, and the ping-pong sound of weapons all merged into a unique symphony that resounded over Wuwei City.
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Seeing the tragic death of his soldiers, Jia Rong carefully put away his compassion. On the battlefield, he could not forget his identity. If the commander of an army panicked because of the death of a certain soldier or general, his subordinates would
Where should the soldier go? No matter when, he must do it without changing his face when the mountain collapses.
At this time, Jia Rong was a flag in the army, pointing the direction for the soldiers.
No. 51 died. His counterattack when he was about to die made Cheng Yin suffer. A hideous wound was made on his leg. It was shocking. Cheng Yin really didn't expect that a person fell to the ground.
The situation can launch another attack, and the smile on No. 51's face when he died made Cheng Yin even more frightened. Facing death with a smile, what kind of soldier was in front of him.
