After a round of charge, the main forces of both sides changed their positions.
In the middle of the battlefield, corpses were left on the ground, including Han soldiers, Qiang people, and many war horses that had lost their owners, wandering in the middle and refusing to leave.
One thousand cavalry led by Zhang Liao also came to the flank of the main force again.
It was just a forging charge, and the casualties on both sides were nearly one-third.
Wang Ding knew that he had indeed underestimated this Qiang cavalry.
And I never thought that in such a charge, life and death would only take a moment.
It is more dangerous than ordinary infantry fighting.
Even if you are not killed by the enemy, if you accidentally fall off your horse during a collision or avoidance, you will be trampled by thousands of war horses, leaving you completely unrecognizable. Only the broken armor on your body can tell you that you are a Qiang person.
Or Han Chinese.
Extremely dangerous.
But it’s also more exciting.
In such a sprint, Wang Ding also has to rely on his own strength.
The two sides passed each other, but the horses under them did not stop. Instead, they circled an arc and then collided hard again.
Across from Tie Shao, the young leader of the Shaoke tribe also saw Wang Ding's position clearly during the last collision.
This time, when the two sides approached again, Tieshao locked onto Wang Ding's figure early.
The armor on Wang Ding's body is very ordinary. But during the charge, whether it is Xu Huang or Zhang Liao on the flank, they will always be close to Wang Ding.
Enough for Tie Shao to determine where Wang Ding is.
In Tie Shao's eyes, these thousands of Han troops were divided into several areas, and his target, the Han's right general Wang Ding, was right in front of him.
"Kill!"
The mace was swung seemingly lightly, but with just a slight touch, one of Wang Ding's bodyguards flew out from the horseback like an arrow from the string. He spurted out several mouthfuls of blood while he was in the air.
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Wang Ding is in the middle of the four hundred personal guards.
Tieshuo has already brandished his mace and rushed towards Wang Ding.
There is no way to avoid it.
Wang Ding still lacks experience on the battlefield. He doesn't know why Tieshuo is coming towards him.
A war horse sprinting at high speed cannot change direction quickly, and it is also surrounded by its own bodyguards.
Forcibly avoiding it will only make yourself more dangerous.
We can only fight.
When we meet on a narrow road, the brave wins.
Wang Ding no longer thinks about whether he can catch the opponent's mace.
His legs tightly clamped the maroon horse under his crotch.
This is his first war horse. It cannot be compared with the war horse under the iron-burning crotch, but Wang Ding likes it.
He believed in it and also believed in the Mo Dao in his hand.
He personally selected the horse from thousands of war horses, and he looked at the blacksmith and hammered the knife according to his wishes.
"Kill."
"Death."
"It's him, it's him." The distance between the two sides keeps getting closer, and Tieshui believes in his intuition.
As long as he kills the young man holding the big knife in front of him, he will win.
A young man who looked very thin, and the war horse underneath him was not good enough. The sword in his hand was still somewhat decent, which was enough to deal with ordinary soldiers, but Teshai didn't take it to heart.
Because it is incomparable to his mace.
On the other side, Xu Huang clamped his horse's belly tightly, and the horse under his crotch came quickly towards Wang Ding.
The long ax in his hand dragged a bloody groove on the ground.
Five feet!
Four feet!
Whether it's Wang Ding or Tieshuo, there's no one else in his eyes.
Three feet!
The Mo Dao in Wang Ding's hand has already moved.
Two feet!
Mo Dao has already been raised above his head.
One foot!
Mo Dao fell.
The iron-fired mace was only used at this time.
But the speed is faster than Mo Dao.
In Wang Ding's eyes, there seemed to be no trace of the huge mace that was hitting his head.
Whose life is more valuable between the two?
Wang Ding must have felt that his life was more valuable, and that the ten lives of the Qiang warriors were not worth one of his own.
But Teishao naturally feels that his life is more precious.
His mace might be able to hit Wang Ding first and smash his head to pieces.
However, the Mo Dao in Wang Ding's hand will still fall on him.
He is physically stronger than Wang Ding, and the two Wang Dings are not as strong as him.
But he is only a body of flesh and blood. Under the sprint of the maroon horse, the Mo Dao raised high falls and can split Tie Shao's body in half.
"Madman." Tie Shao cursed in his heart.
He is not willing to fight Wang Ding.
The mace that was originally aimed at Wang Ding's head changed direction and was lifted up by him.
Cang!
The sixty-six kilogram Mo Dao struck the mace with a thunderous force, leaving a clear mark on it.
"I won."
The two figures passed each other, and Wang Ding's face finally showed a smile.
The hands holding Mo Dao are still trembling.
The sword slashed down, and the force of the shock almost made him unable to hold the Mo Dao. In the end, he pressed the knife against the bay red horse to prevent it from flying out.
In this fight, as long as Tie Shao fails to kill him, Wang Ding will be the winner.
Because during the confrontation, Teshai retreated.
The two sides passed each other, and the distance was instantly widened by several feet.
Tieshuo pulled the horse back. Not willing to miss the opportunity, he turned around and wanted to kill Wang Ding again.
However, Xu Huang has already arrived.
When he stopped and was about to turn the horse's head, Xu Huang and Hua Liuma passed by him.
A huge head soared into the sky, the horse stopped, and the owner on its back had turned into a headless corpse.
If the iron burning had not stopped, Xu Huang would not have been able to kill him so easily.
With the speed of the war horse under Tie Shao, Xu Huang's Hualiu horse may not be able to catch up.
However, Tie Shao wanted to kill Wang Ding so much that when he passed by Wang Ding, he began to control his horse to slow down, but ignored the more powerful generals in the Han army.
Xu Huang's ax is similar to the scene when Guan Yu punished Wen Chou.
One side is going all out and is already charging, adjusting to its strongest level.
But the other party was not prepared at all.
The iron-burnt head flew high into the sky, eyes wide open. On the battlefield, the cavalry on both sides saw this unwilling head.
After a while, the head fell down and was caught by Xu Huang, then hung on the battle ax and raised high.
More and more Qiang people saw the head hanging on the battle axe, and began to flee.
They don’t know how Tie Shao died. They only know that the head of the first warrior in their tribe is now hung on a battle ax by the Han army. He shuttles on the battlefield, reminding them all the time that the Han people’s
Powerful.
The remaining Qiang cavalry quickly collapsed. Tiemu, who had grown up with Tieshao, was frightened. He leaned on his horse and ran wildly towards the north, not daring to look back at the head hanging on the battle axe.
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He knew he was finished.
Even if you manage to escape from the Han army today, you will be torn apart by the old patriarch when you return.
But he doesn't want to die.
He is afraid, he is afraid, he wants to escape, to a place where there is no one.