The wind blew under the crowd, and the chaotic Wei soldiers rushed forward to protect the general on the ground. One of the soldiers dragged Qiu Mingren back to his own array to bandage him.
During this process, Chen Qingzhi and Yuan Hao had expressions of shock on their faces. The former even looked at the severed limb that fell back to the ground, and a stone shook a few times in the pool of blood.
He subconsciously looked in the direction where the pebbles were flying, but unfortunately he couldn't see anything else except the stacks of Wei soldiers surrounding him.
But now is not the time to explore. The opportunity is fleeting. How can we not seize it? Chen Qingzhi endured the pain, found a horse at random, turned over, opened his white robe, held the sword and pointed it, shouting: "The enemy general
Qiu Mingren is dead, follow me to kill——"
"kill!"
Liang Qi nearby also saw the scene just now. Regardless of whether he died or not, the enemy fell off his horse and was snatched away by his own soldiers. The enemy array also saw it. If the general retreats, his morale will definitely be hit. If he does not charge at this time, he will only wait for death.
One person shouted, dozens of people shouted, and when Liang Qi, who was farther around and had no idea what he was talking about, heard that the enemy general was dead, his morale suddenly boosted, he straightened up his spear, waved his sword and shouted, and moved closer to Chen Qingzhi to form a charging formation.
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It can prevent the other three sides, but only a thousand cavalry can come over. Counting Chen Qingzhi's more than 300 cavalry, the number is nearly 2,000. It is difficult to form a charge at a very short distance.
Some of them used their spears to act as a human wall and rushed towards the front line, stabbing wildly with the horse's body. The second team of cavalry, led by Chen Qingzhi, rushed to attack, relying on the opponent to sneak into the country without any crossbows.
Stop shooting.
At this time, in the Wei army formation, the old man holding the copper staff looked at Qiu Mingren who had been snatched back, and quickly used secret medicine powder to stop his bleeding. He realized that the broken arm was not cut by a weapon, but more like being torn apart.
Then he asked the soldiers present.
Hearing that it was broken by a flying stone, the old man nodded calmly, but he was a little frightened in his heart. A stone flew so far and could break a person's arm. I'm afraid it wasn't some martial arts master passing by, but
He is a monastic person.
"Ma...it's troublesome. We can't let other cultivators know that my master is helping the Emperor of Wei...I can't be exposed..."
The moment he murmured in a low voice, the fighting on the front line was already boiling. The old man gritted his teeth and simply helped again. He shook the copper staff twice and smashed it to the ground.
Buzz buzz...
The strange sound spread from the bronze staff to the surroundings again. The horses at the front had been exhausted by the fighting between the two sides, but the Liang cavalry running behind suddenly fell to the ground in panic, throwing the cavalry on them straight to the ground.
As soon as the suppressing arrows dissipated, thousands of infantrymen wearing various colors of robes rushed forward with swords. Blades of light fell. The cavalry at the front had no choice but to abandon their spears and draw their swords one after another while fighting. The number of soldiers dropped from
One thousand people were quickly reduced to four or five hundred people.
Chen Qingzhi got up from the ground, looked at the front line being pushed over, grabbed the fallen iron sword and called to his subordinates who also got up.
"We started out badly and were forced into a dangerous situation. We have no way out and have no choice but to fight to the death!"
Liang Bing, who was approaching closely, stood shoulder to shoulder, clenching the weapons in his hands, looking at the retreating Wei soldiers in front of him, and breathing heavily. When they were only a few feet away, almost everyone opened their arms.
Clenching his teeth, he shouted "Ah!" hysterically.
"kill--"
Chen Qingzhi swung his sword and rushed forward to face the incoming tide of Wei soldiers. His subordinates behind him ran wildly, raising their own weapons and passing by their own generals, crashing into the oncoming tide.
…
The sound of flesh and blood and weapons clashing spread far into the distance. Chen Yuan looked at the fighting battlefield and jumped down from the treetops. He bent down and picked up the mud on the ground and held it in his hands, grinding it into powder and slowly flowing out from the gaps between his fingers.
"Yellow scarf..."
Thinking together, and with the murmuring sound, the powder quickly formed a palm-sized clay figurine, with a tall figure, thick limbs, and a straight face with a thick beard.
"...Rikishi!"
As the words came out of his lips, the soil on the ground that was originally overgrown with weeds surged, turning into sculptures of clay figures, densely packed left and right.
"rise!"
Chen Yuan raised his hand and waved it away, and the wide cuffs blew by with a breath of fresh air. The next moment, the clay figure's body gradually swelled up in the wind, turning into an eight-foot height. The mud fragments changed colors, the same as human skin, and the weapons in his hands also appeared.
Cold light.
"Kill!" Chen Yuan said calmly.
…
In the distance, weapons collided with each other and threw sparks. Chen Qingzhi's long sword pressed against the edge of a soldier on the opposite side, pushing the opponent a few steps away. Suddenly he raised his foot and kicked the opponent's lower abdomen. The sword blade in his hand spread with the white robe, and slammed into the soldier's face.
He opened the door and blood immediately splashed on his face.
Looking around, the formation of the charge has been scattered, and there are fighting figures everywhere. Liang Bing, who was covered in blood, hugged an enemy and killed the opponent. He staggered up and was stabbed by three Wei soldiers who rushed towards him with knives.
In a pool of blood.
The King of Beihai County on the other side of Dahu raised his whip and shouted in panic, asking all the Liang soldiers around him to go up and give him a chance to escape.
The corpse stretched for more than ten feet, and was all a bright red color.
"Did you lose..."
Turning his eyes around, Chen Qingzhi looked at the seven or eight Wei soldiers in front of him who were staring at him with long swords raised, and he murmured in a low voice.
Then, he felt the ground beneath his feet shake.
Wei Bing array, the old man also felt extraordinary at this moment. He raised his face slightly and looked through the gap in the crowd. Under the slanted dusk, there was something particularly eye-catching, like the forest where the light of the law was.
There was a flash in it.
Many figures walked outside the forest, lined up with majestic bodies, which were particularly conspicuous.
Among the Wei soldiers on the outermost perimeter, someone shouted first: "Liang Guo reinforcements!"
Countless Wei soldiers started running in the crowd, and the generals of each team turned around in panic and gathered towards the forest. They looked at each other in disbelief as the figures in the distance walked out of the forest and gathered on the hillside, raising their weapons.
, when a dull voice sounded at a certain moment, countless figures wrapped in yellow scarves stepped forward and spread down like a tide.
The huge crowd lined up, gradually accelerated, and then ran wildly, without any formation, without any restraint. For a moment, the ground was shaken, and the rumbling sound was like a torrent sweeping away the dam.
The Wei soldiers below opened their eyes wide and watched countless tall figures rushing towards them silently. They felt a chill all over their bodies. Their scalps were numb as they set up their swords and tremblingly crowded together to form a defensive formation.
There was a huge roar, and they all roared: "Kill!" Thousands of yellow scarf warriors burst into a brief roar, as if they were possessed by a violent momentum.
Then, the distance between the two sides shortens to zero.
Countless footsteps flew and jumped up. With their strong bodies, weapons crashed into the defensive formation. Skin and flesh collided hard, like waves crashing on a reef, making a series of roaring sounds.
A yellow scarf warrior running at the front, who didn't know how many people were around him, was struck by the light of the sword, and the blade in his hand was slashed out, splashing blood.
The tall body pushed against the blade inserted into the body and penetrated into the opponent's defense with a shattering sound. The muscles on the body swelled to the extreme. The Wei soldiers in front were instantly pushed away by the huge and inhuman force.
Around them, more figures were fighting together, but their footsteps did not stop. They ferociously poured into the crowd from the gap through the gap. They danced their weapons desperately and swung forward, tearing the gap even wider.
Long soldiers, the sound of swords clashing continued along the front line where flesh and blood exploded.
Whether it was Chen Qingzhi, the Prince of Beihai who wanted to escape, or the old man in the Wei army's formation, they stared at this scene with their mouths open.
The sea tide surged forward, pushing the Wei army's phalanx forward, crushing them directly and killing them.