The 10,000 cavalrymen of Judenghe all urged to sit down on their horses and the cavalry slowly accelerated, with raging killing intent boiling in their hearts?
The infantry, spearmen, sword and shield bearers, and heavy armored infantry who were still fighting just now quickly shrank into a group under the rain of arrows. More than twenty wide gaps were opened in the front of the broad battle formation.
"Come on -"
Zhu Biao was arranged relatively forward, in the seventh platoon of the cavalry. He could clearly hear the loud roar of Huang Shenggong, the cavalry captain of his battalion, and the thunderous sound of horse hooves could not suppress his murderous voice.
rush--
rush--
The cavalrymen in the front rows quickly increased their horse speed, and a neat row of hundreds of cavalry instantly broke into groups of four or five, and quickly rushed into the gap in front of the formation.
It was like sharp knives piercing Hu Qi's line.
"Block it, block it -"
"You are not allowed to retreat. Anyone who disobeys the order will be killed!"
Ji Zou almost screamed and issued two orders in a row. His eyes were wide open. He would never have thought that Wu Hengfei would treat one of his own people in such a vicious way.
Ten rounds of rapid fire from thousands of archers killed at least hundreds of Han infantry. And these people were still fighting bloody battles with themselves just now!
The only loss of these men was because the Han troops in front of the formation immediately huddled together, and the archers behind them deliberately avoided those areas while continuing to shoot.
Otherwise, at least one-third of the six to seven thousand soldiers in front of the formation would be lying on the ground. Just like their opponents, they were also defenseless and had countless lives harvested by ten rounds of rapid fire.
"Plop..." The collision of flesh and flesh.
The galloping charging horse made a huge muffled sound when it hit Hu Qi. Even Zhu Biao, who was constantly speeding up, could hear the vibration clearly.
In every battle, the first three columns of cavalry are called a collision formation. As long as they can get off the battlefield alive, they are heroes.
"kill--"
The attributes of the A-level troops were reflected. Zhu Biao was obviously in the seventh row, but his weapon almost merged with the sixth row, and then they crashed out of the gap together.
The sea and sky were vast, and his eyes suddenly lit up. Without the restraints of his own people, Zhu Biao only felt that the entire battlefield was full of gaps for him to get through as much as he wanted.
"Come on, charge on me..." He yelled, and the pride that had been suppressed in his heart burst out violently with this roar. There was also the desire for the military exploits. Didn't Meng Rui just get the thirty-first level?
I will kill a hundred of them in this battle——
Zhu Tong had been left behind, Zhu Biao knew in his heart, but he could not slow down to wait for him. He rushed into Hu Qi to open the way first, so he also took care of Zhu Tong behind him.
The fighting spirit is already full, and the skills and tactics are ready to go, just waiting for Hu Qi...
"charge--"
One by one, stout barbarians wearing gray-brown leather armor appeared in front of them.
Zhu Biao's clenched spear straightened forward, his skills and tactics activated instantly, and he suddenly felt that the horse that was already galloping at full speed suddenly increased its speed.
The tip of the spear pierced into the chest, and the picked barbarian screamed miserably as blood spattered, and he used both hands to grasp the tip of the spear...
Zhu Biao rode his horse without stopping, with a corpse on the tip of his spear, and just rushed directly into the group of Hu cavalry. Those who blocked him were invincible, and none of the three Hu cavalry who stepped forward to block him could withstand the charge.
Ju Li was knocked off his horse the moment he took over.
There was only a few cavalrymen, but like a hot knife going into butter, they smashed through the thirty or forty barbarian cavalry coming towards them with one blow.
"Walk--"
Zhu Biao brandished the loaded spear and knocked down two more Hu cavalry soldiers who were following the group of Hu cavalry. The horse's speed began to slow down and he threw the corpse off the tip of the spear. Zhu Biao felt that the speed was still comparable to that of a war horse.
the pinnacle of.
The oncoming Hu Qi continued to attack. Zhu Biao had no reason to retreat, "Follow me and charge forward..."
The spear trembled into dazzling gun flowers, and the horse came forward to meet him. Zhu Biao's eyes were filled with bloody killings.
The barbarians kill the Han people, and the Han people kill the barbarians. The war between the two nations is as simple as that.
The scimitar slashed at the barrel of the spear that was stabbing at him, but its owner was unable to move the spear at all, and was unable to resist the advance of the sharp spear point.
The two Hu cavalrymen who rushed forward lost their lives as soon as they met each other. Zhu Biao's spear tightened instantly, and a piercing force condensed on the tip of the spear.
The Hu cavalryman who was hit by the third baton had a big bloody hole in his heart.
"Click——"
The spear continued to move forward through Hu Qi's body, and the body weighing more than 100 kilograms was hung on the barrel of the gun. Zhu Biao seemed to have added a straw.
Although his first-class master's strength cannot be fully translated into marksmanship and horse fighting, in terms of strength and speed, Zhu Biao is far beyond ordinary soldiers.
For example, if one shot penetrates two people, it is difficult for ordinary soldiers to accomplish something, but it is easy for him. Moreover, Zhu Biao's shot finally penetrated not only two, but three——
Three corpses were hung on the spear. The spear was no longer a spear, but a heavy shield with a wooden stick. Then with the last bit of momentum from the horse's speed, the spear with the three corpses on it hit Yihu hard.
When riding on the unlucky guy, not only did he fall off his horse on the spot, but the horse he was sitting on also neighed and fell to the ground.
The overwhelmed spear broke instantly.
"Ahhhh..."
Immediately, some blind Hu cavalry came up to take advantage. They brandished scimitars and iron rods, and they all wanted to kill Zhu Biao in one go.
Because the shot that shot three times just hit the Hu cavalry so hard in the face.
The Hu people who claim to be immortal warriors cannot tolerate such humiliation. If Zhu Biao is wearing a set of shiny armor, and he is a general and officer at first glance, these low-level Hu cavalry will recognize him. They know that they are with
There is a big gap between masters. But Zhu Biao only wears an ordinary set of cavalry armor. The cavalry commander is not an officer, but just a soldier. Officers start from the first level of the team leader, and they only have a certain appearance in appearance.
So a subtle distinction.
"Sigh..."
Feng Enjiang tightened the reins of the war horse, kicked off the spurs and stabbed the horse's belly hard. As an old cavalryman, he rarely did this without caring for the horse. But today he had to do this, and the war horse, which was suddenly in pain, was shocked and slowed down.
The speed immediately picked up.
Shi Chang's gun is broken, Shi Chang is about to be surrounded by wild dogs, and he must rush forward——
Feng Enjiang's eyes were filled with fire-like light.
He already admired Zhu Biao wholeheartedly. Because just now, Feng Enjiang, under the leadership of Zhu Biao, experienced the miracle of a group of people defeating two teams of Hugo without any damage.
What real soldiers truly admire are heroes on the battlefield. If Zhu Biao can do that, he is a hero. The exhilarating feeling during the charge is simply too wonderful to be described in words. Hu Gou is so unbearable in front of him.
With one blow, Feng Enjiang felt as if his strength had increased sharply. It was much easier to kill the Hugou. He also seemed to feel that the speed of the horse's sprint was getting faster, the lightning-fast cutting, and the courageous impact.
Being able to do this, Zhu Biao is a hero in his mind, qualified and even higher...
"It's not that easy to deceive me into losing my weapon!"
"A spear without a tip can still kill people——"
Looking at the Hu cavalry who were riding up to attack, Zhu Biao only had a stern sneer on his face. The gun barrel, which was full of broken thorns, went straight into the throat of a Hu cavalry. Ignoring the slight resistance caused by the flesh, Zhu Biao pulled the gun barrel with his backhand.
He completely opened half of his neck, revealing the red and white neck bones. Then, a powerful internal energy surged out, and he immediately knocked away the iron rod that hit his head, and then threw it on the face of Hu Qi.
, the broken thorn of the gun barrel directly pierced the man's eyeball.
Do you really think you are a soft persimmon?
A piece of snow was drawn out by Zhu Biao with his left hand, and the heavy sword slashed across his body. The splattered blood flowed out like a waterfall from the waist and abdomen of the two Hu Qi who were approaching from the side.
The intestines and liver flowed out like water from a disemboweled pig, and I couldn't even hold it back.
