A large group of prairie cavalry, numbering at least 30,000 to 40,000 in number, was completely in disarray and fled south desperately.
Behind them, the Storm Legion bites their rear group.
However, the number of the Storm Legion does not seem to be large, with less than five thousand riders.
Five thousand horsemen are chasing at least 30,000 to 40,000 prairie wolf horsemen.
However, they were defeated like a mountain. After two or three days of rout, these prairie cavalry had lost their will to fight. Even if there was a fox tail hanging on the back of their heads, it didn't matter to them.
Dignity belongs only to the victor.
The loser thinks about how to live.
Just as this group of prairie cavalry entered the northeastern part of Darkwood Wasteland, a large army suddenly appeared from the south and came towards them.
It was dark and it was difficult to see whether the oncoming enemy was friend or foe.
The warriors of the Steppe Wolf Cavalry thought it was another enemy's division tactic. They had experienced this situation too many times in the past two days.
Ever since, the wolf cavalry in front began to automatically divide into two groups, trying to pass through the opponent's wings.
Only when we got closer did we realize that the front was not the storm army from heaven, but a group of infantry.
Infantry means one's own people and friendly forces.
Many Wolf Rider soldiers breathed a long sigh of relief.
Getting closer, getting closer... When they passed each other, the escaping Steppe Wolf Cavalry realized that this group of friendly troops was different from what he thought. They were not well-trained, tall and mighty male soldiers, but
They are a group of beautiful female soldiers wearing armors of various colors.
With no other choice, Zhao Zian could only adopt Nangong Yan's tactics and mobilized one million southern Xinjiang warriors heading north and 1.3 million red feather troops stationed outside Tianying Pass to respond to the fleeing cavalry from the east and west.
Since the cavalry was divided into many groups by the storm army in the heaven, the leader of the Red Feather Army, Ajiu Mei, divided the Red Feather Army into six groups, five of which were each composed of 200,000 people. They were responsible for taking the initiative and blocking the storm with their lives.
The pace of the legion's march south gave the human cavalry, which had lost its formation and command system, time to regroup and gain time.
Ah Jiumei personally led an army of 300,000 people and was stationed in the middle of the Darkwood Wasteland to make the final blockade.
The 200,000 red-feathered troops led by Nangong Zhu were the first of the five red-feathered troops to come into contact with the enemy.
Defeated soldiers, wherever you look, there are endless defeated soldiers.
With no wings, no rear, and no tactics, these cavalry turned their retreat into a great escape.
A mere four to five thousand six-legged beast cavalry chased tens of thousands of the world's most elite cavalry for hundreds of miles.
This in itself is a shame.
Nangong Zhu looked at the defeated troops coming from the north and felt unprecedented sadness.
She couldn't retreat, she had to completely block the advancement of the Storm Legion in Darkwood Wasteland.
Nangong Zhu held the sound transmission stone and shouted to the hurriedly fleeing cavalry: "We, the Red Feather Army of the Heavenly Lady Kingdom, have been ordered to come to meet you! According to the information from the aerial reconnaissance, there are less than five thousand Storm Beast Riders behind you.
, it is difficult for our red feather army to eat them alone, we can work together..." No one listened to her, and all the cavalry thought these women were crazy.
Some cavalry generals shouted: "Our main force is dead, the enemy is behind, you women, run away!"
Nangong Zhu said loudly: "One deserter can sweep away ten.
Ten deserters can take away a hundred.
One hundred deserters can take away 10,000 soldiers.
You are all the bravest warriors. In the past two days, you have been chased by the enemy for hundreds of miles. How much longer do you want to be chased?
You can think about it, from this morning to now, how many of our companions have died under the enemy's steel sword without even swinging the scimitar?
In this battle, we, the girls of the Red Feather Army, are at the forefront. You will wait and see how we fight before deciding whether to fight or flee! The Red Feather Army obeyed the order and marched north to meet the enemy..." "Here!"
Two hundred thousand Red Feather Army soldiers shouted loudly.
Soon, the Red Feather Army was divided into three echelons: front, middle and rear.
Each echelon is similar in terms of personnel and establishment, about 60,000 to 70,000 people.
At the front of the echelon was a shield soldier wearing black armor and holding a wooden shield that was half as tall as a man.
Behind them were spearmen holding long spears and wearing white armor.
Then there were melee soldiers carrying repeating crossbows, holding long knives, and wearing red armor.
Behind the melee soldiers is a crossbowman wearing blue armor, carrying three iron feather quivers and a four-stone strong bow.
Among these four types of brightly colored armor, you can see a fifth troop type.
They were dressed in common clothes, with white headscarves on their heads, and their faces were smeared with blood.
They are the White Turban Army.
Because they had a rope wrapped around their waists, the soldiers privately called them the Tiaozi Army.
The panic in the past few days has caused most of the cavalry warriors to lose the consciousness of fighting, so they were easily divided and annihilated.
At this moment, watching countless red-feathered troops marching backwards, the defeated soldiers around them felt that these women were crazy.
Facing such a powerful Storm Legion, how could a group of infantry, or infantry composed of women, possibly defeat it?
They were frightened out of their wits and no longer had the courage to wave the Mo Dao in their hands.
They looked at the retrograde Red Feather Army as if they were looking at a group of fools.
Tens of thousands of fleeing prairie cavalry quickly headed south from both wings of the Red Feather Army.
In the darkness to the north, countless beast roars were heard, and then dozens of tall six-legged beasts tore through the darkness.
Nangong Zhu shouted loudly: "Stop! Arrange the formation! Fire arrows!"
Three orders were issued at the same time, and the three echelons of the Red Feather Army stopped at the same time.
The shield soldier at the front of each echelon smashed his tall shield against the ground.
The base of the shield is very sharp on both sides, like two wooden stakes, which can be easily inserted into the soft soil.
Immediately afterwards, the shield soldier pulled a long wooden stick from the back of the big shield. One end of the wooden stick was placed in a groove on the inside of the shield, and the other end was pressed against the ground.
The triangle is the strongest of all shapes. After being fixed with a wooden stick and the bottom of the two shields, the shield was immediately fixed to the ground at an inward tilt angle.
But the shield is not very high. It is only five feet high when placed on the ground. Especially after it is tilted inward, the height is even lower.
Even war horses can easily cross this four-foot-high shield wall, let alone a six-legged beast riding one with even more amazing jumping power.
Obviously, the Red Feather Army also thought of this, and when designing the shields, they designed all the shields to look the same.
After the first row of shields were fixed, there were red feather soldiers holding large shields behind them, and they vigorously placed the large shields in their hands on the fixed shields in front of them.
On the outside of the wooden shield, there are two protruding card slots. The pointed bases on both sides of the bottom of the wooden shield fit snugly into the card slots.
The two wooden shields were assembled together and reached a height of seven feet.
The shield soldiers at the front were assembling their shields, and the crossbowmen at the back were not idle either.
Rockets with bamboo tubes tied to arrows were drawn out from special quivers. Hundreds of red-feathered troops, holding torches high, walked quickly in front of the crossbowmen.
As soon as the torch arrived, the crossbowman immediately lit the fuse.
This kind of ignition has a sequence, and it is impossible to fire in a salvo.
I saw arrows all over the sky, shooting towards the darkness in the north.
