The first chapter won the ninth middle school The Mo knife team is wedge-shaped, narrow in front and wide in the back, and approaches a pontoon bridge in the westernmost part like a file.
It was only a short distance of 300 steps from the position where they started to set off to the place where the target was, but before they had completed half of the 300 steps, more than 100 Shi family sergeants who had taken on the task of covering had fallen under the enemy's feathered arrows.
One step at a time, one step at a time, every step is blood.
It's just that Wu Tianxi can't improve the team's forward speed.
Mo said that the iron armor weighing more than forty catties strictly limited the movement range of Mo Dao's hand, even if he could speed up his pace, Wu Tianxi did not dare to rush blindly at the risk of being disrupted in formation.
The fact that a single Mo knife player entered the battle could not reverse the situation, and the fact that he was defeated in the hands of Cheng Mingzhen back then has fully proved this.
Mo swordsman to break the enemy, relying on the overall cooperation, relying on the coercion generated by the large array, a knife to cut out, when the person is broken, so a hundred people can break a thousand in a formation.
If a thousand people form a formation, even if they face tens of thousands of enemy troops, they can cut him down and turn him on his back.
One step, one step, and another.
The sound of the collision of heavy armor rumbled like thunder, knocking the earth on both sides of the water.
Before they could get closer, the children of the Li family in front of the first bridgehead on the west side were already panicking.
They clearly saw that an arrow from the middle of the river had landed on Mo Dao's hand, but it only smashed a white mark on the other party's iron pocket, and then fell in vain.
They clearly saw that the corpses on the river beach were blocking the path of the Mo Dao Hands, but they didn't even play a role in the direction of the Mo Dao Formation, and in the blink of an eye, they were collapsed into meat cakes by the big feet wrapped in iron armor.
Boom, boom, boom.
One step at a time, without pause.
Invincible, selfless.
Like an ironclad monster full of fangs, anything that stood in its way was torn to pieces.
"Formation, formation" is not only the children of the Li family in front of the first pontoon bridge on the west side panicked.
The second, the third, the fourth, and all the way to the sixth, all the soldiers who had already crossed the pontoon bridge were ordered by Yang Huai, the general of Zhaowulang, to assemble in front of the first pontoon bridge in desperation.
The six pontoon bridges that have just been restored to clear are limited in the number of soldiers who can transport them, and they must block the Mo Dao Formation to buy time for the subsequent landing of Paoze.
"Forward, forward shooting" In the middle of the river, Wu Ping, the general of Ningyuan, who was in charge of commanding the archers and crossbowmen, was also anxious, and desperately ordered the archers and crossbowmen to shoot at close range.
The piercing ability of the bow and arrow is weak, and the target is greatly affected by the wind, so the main attack method on the battlefield is projectile, relying on a large area to create damage to the enemy.
Crossbow arrows have strong penetration ability and are less affected by wind, so their main attack method on the battlefield is flat fire, which can be aimed at the target and snipe the enemy's low-level generals.
But as long as the Mo Dao Array came into contact with his own robe, both bows and crossbows had to stop.
The practice of indiscriminately shooting at each other can only be used in a crisis as a last resort.
If a general is always doing indiscriminate covering, without the enemy attacking, he may be cut off by his own brother one night in his sleep.
Without Wu Ping's urging, the archers and crossbowmen also knew that the time had come for them to fight hard.
Hold the bow and crossbow forward, and hold the arrow in his mouth to prevent the feathers from being wet by the river.
The water soon reached their chests, and if they were not careful, some people tripped over the mud at the bottom of the river, and were swept away by the river along with their weapons.
But the robe next to him did not dare to pause at all, and the two of them cooperated to manipulate a crossbow before and after, smashing the deadly bow and crossbow arrows on the shield holder's body and head in waves.
In the lower reaches of the river, the wind is small, and the feather arrows are also less affected.
The downstream river is shallow, so the crossbowmen can line up in a horizontal row in the river, and provide support for the robe near the bridgehead.
All the unfavorable conditions that restrained the Li Jiajun crossbowmen on the nameless wooden bridge upstream did not exist in the wide downstream.
Bows and crossbows, which failed to exert their power in the Battle of the Nameless Wooden Bridge, were put to maximum use at this time.
Under the torrential rain, the shield hand of the stone weight department was smashed to the ground, and the entire shield wall was in danger.
Suddenly, several shield-bearers fell at the same time, and a crossbow arrow flew through a gap in the shield wall, hitting one of the knifemen in the neck.
"Plop" Mo Dao Hand, who was injured by a crossbow arrow, fell to his knees, followed closely, and was pushed out of the team by the follow-up robes.
The Modaomen who approached the "waste" shouted and cursed, accusing the shieldmen on their sides of not being good at protecting.
Several shield-bearers in the vicinity looked at each other with red eyes, then gritted their teeth, broke away from the group, and rushed directly into the middle of the river.
The crossbowmen, who were shooting towards the north bank in the middle of the river, were stunned, and instinctively turned around and fired their crossbow arrows at the approaching danger.
The shield-bearers who rushed into the river held a shield in one hand to protect their upper body exposed to the river, and with a knife in the other, they strode forward with the river flowing.
Before they could reach their target, they had been shot into hedgehogs by hundreds of bows and crossbows from different angles.
The blood, spreading along the river, splits the water flowing down the river into three distinct streams.
Two strands of clear, one red, were burning and merging into a pool of blood under the pontoon.
Desperate San Lang Shi Chong's eyes were dyed red with blood, he didn't approve of his own marshal working hard for Dou Jiande, but he was not a bad breed on the battlefield.
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Death is death, a thought rolled in his heart.
In the end, he turned into a sentence and rushed out, "Go to some daring deaths, go up and kill the archers."
Lao Tzu then arrived" "If you are not afraid of death, follow me to die," shouted a soldier named Shi Lizi, and before Shi Zhan could take further action, he put his shield on his body and rushed towards the middle of the river.
"Die, die" More than 100 of Shi Zhan's cronies rushed out from behind the first row of shield walls, followed behind Shi Lizi, in a triangle, protecting each other simply, flowing across the river, rushing towards the source of the feather arrows.
The archers and crossbowmen, who did not have any other weapons except the bows and crossbows in their hands, were shocked, and despite the reprimand of Wu Ping, the general of Ningyuan, they turned around one after another, and shot their bows and crossbows towards Shi Lizi and the others.
They overturned more than half of the enemy in the middle of the river, and then brought down the other third in a split second before the enemy pounced.
The last two dozen or so remaining shield bearers of the Shi Jiajun roared sharply, threw their shields at the bow and crossbow hand, and swung their swords with both hands and pounced into the enemy.
In hand-to-hand combat, the combat effectiveness of the crossbowmen is almost zero.
You can only dodge with a bow arm.
Shi Lizi and the others, who had already risked their lives, ignored it, chased after the crossbowmen, and slashed the long-range attack queue one by one.
"Kill one is enough, kill two and earn one," Shi Lizi shouted as he slashed down one of the archers closest to him, grinning with a still green black and yellow face.
He was an orphan who was adopted by the cottage since he was a child, and his parents died early in the troubled times.
For him, whether it is Li Jiajun or Chai Jiajun, as long as he wears the official uniform, he is an enemy who does not share the sky.
You won't let me live, and I won't let you live, it's as simple as that.
It's so simple that you don't need to bother any sage to explain it.
"Kill one is enough," the shield bearers replied loudly, brandishing their knives like tigers entering the flock.
The help sent by the enemy army has already been launched, and the number is dozens of times that of them.
The help sent by the enemy has approached, and if you don't leave, you will die in the river.
But none of them retreated, brandishing their swords, and chased the crossbowmen into a wolf's run.
Reinforcements from the south bank soon arrived, and a dozen of them hit one, chopping Shi Lizi and others into meat sauce.
The crossbowmen who fled in all directions gathered again under Wu Ping's order, pulled back into the river, and rearranged into a fan.
They wound their bows and crossbows, but they could no longer find a suitable target.
The Modao team had already completed the section of the Great Wall built with the flesh and blood of the robe, and rushed into the battle formation hastily formed by the children of the Li family in front of the bridge like a giant beast.
The shield wall on the bank of the river, which was already riddled with holes, quickly retreated, leaning on the flanks of the Modao Formation, reforming into a copper wall and iron wall.
I protect your flank, and the desperate Saburo Stone with two wolf tooth arrows stuck in his body is heavily pestled with a shield, and stands like a statue in the morning sun.
Blood trickled down the thin leather armor, staining the shield red, and staining the sand beneath his feet.
I'll protect your flanks, I promised, I can do it.
"Kill" Feeling the temperature coming from around him, Wu Tianxi raised the long Mo knife and spit out a word from between his teeth.
The long knife fell, and a golden light splashed under the morning sun.
The golden light passed everywhere, the flesh and blood were flying, and the children of the Li family were like withered grass in the wind.
"Killing" hundreds of Mo knife hands took a step forward, neatly slashing downward with the sword light.
Dozens of Li family disciples who were blocking the front of the formation and surrounding them flew out upside down, and a rain of blood fell in midair.
The children of the Li family, who rushed forward one after another, were covered with blood and flesh from the robe, and instinctively stopped, then opened their mouths wide and screamed fiercely.
"Ahh It's as if I saw an evil spirit coming out of hell.
Yes, those guys wrapped in iron armor are not human, they are indeed evil spirits crawling out of hell.
There was no human softness in their eyes behind the veils, only hatred and determination.
Under this hateful gaze, all those who stand in the way are grass chickens and dogs.
You don't see me as my kind, and I don't see you as my kind.
There is no mercy for shedding the blood of those who are not of the same kind.
"Kill", "kill", "kill" In the neat shouting of killing, Mo Dao's hand slowly pushed forward.
Everywhere they went, they were chopped into a pile of minced meat.
"Boom", "boom", "boom" footsteps fell like thunder, hitting waves of blood.
Hundreds of ironclad monsters marched forward, step by step, step by step.
A neat gap was launched in the ranks of the Li family's army, which pushed the children of the Li family to retreat.
"Stop them" Zhao Wulang waved Yang Huai's knife and slashed several brothers who tried to escape, and shouted loudly.
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The offensive of the Modao team must be contained, otherwise the more than 2,000 people who have crossed the river are definitely in danger of collapsing.
At that time, not only will the first pontoon bridge not be saved, but the remaining five pontoon bridges will also be burned by the enemy troops who have been killed one after another.
"Follow me, it's time to repay General Chai" Fenwulang General Jiang Qin rushed out of the team with more than 100 cronies and pounced directly on the Mo knife in front of him.
He and Yang Huai are both rising stars raised by Chai Shao, and their bones have long been deeply branded with the descendants of the Chai family.
If Chai Shaofei is Huang Tengda, the two of them will not worry about having no high-ranking officials to sit on.
But if Chai Shao loses his momentum, it will be difficult for them to turn over in this life.
Led by the two generals, more than 300 people who dared to die in front of the formation to seek the feudal marquis gathered into a group, and before the defensive circle formation that had collapsed, they reunited into a small triangular formation.
Directly in front of the triangle formation, it was Jiang Qin, the general of Fenwulang.
Zhao Wulang hid Yang Huaize in the position of the formation of three or five people behind him, ready to form a second awl to insert into the Modao team at any time.
"Lao Tzu is fighting with you," Fen Wulang held Jiang Qin in his hand with a long lance that he had just snatched from his brothers, and shouted at the Mo knife men who were slowly approaching.
He could see that walking in the front row of the Modao Formation, facing him was the eye of this formation.
As long as the Formation Eye is abolished, it is enough to reduce the attack power of the Mo Dao Formation by half.
Wu Tianxi on the other side ignored it.
Suppress the advance speed of the whole army with his own footsteps, and continue to advance step by step at the pace before he came into contact with the enemy army.
Push forward, push forward.
Back off, back off.
As if there was a tacit understanding, every time the Mo swordsmen took a step forward, the Li family disciples behind Jiang Qin took a step back, and the front that was tired of him had to retreat.
The soldiers of the Li family, who were so tired of crossing the river, had to retreat.
Push forward, push forward.
Back off, back off.
Fen Wulang made Jiang Qin feel as if he had been slapped countless times, and his face was so red that he was almost dripping blood.
"Lao Tzu fought with you" He gritted his teeth, preferring to lose the cover of his robe rather than suffer this kind of humiliation again.
A person stood alone in front of the Mo Dao Formation, challenging loudly.
Wu Tianxi still ignored him. led the Modao team to move forward slowly.
Boom, boom, boom, in the sound of neat iron armor impacting, Jiang Qin's body flew out upside down, and he somersaulted in mid-air alone, falling apart.
The "Boom" Mo Knife Formation continued to move forward, colliding into the conical array behind Jiang Qin.
The sharp cone was smashed on the spot, and severed limbs and minced flesh flew in all directions with screams.
Without waiting to push to the position of the eye of the formation, Zhao Wulang and Yang Huai collapsed first.
With a scream of grief, he took the lead and ran backwards.
Behind him, there was the stunned Li family's children.
Behind you, there is the boiling water.
Zhao Wulang pushed Yang Huai away from one of the robes that stood in the way, and then bumped into another, then dropped his weapon and jumped into the red river.
In front of and behind him, there were hundreds of children of the Li family, who fled in a hurry in despair.
Knowing what the consequences of escaping to the other side would be, and knowing that King Duan Yan was sharpening his sword on the other side, he never dared to turn back.
Suddenly, they saw a knife light.
Not from behind, but from the front.
Thousands of Li family children walked into the river, along the sides of the pontoon bridge, killed their own deserters, and waded forward.
In the south of the water, Chai Shao, who has been trying to preserve his strength and crossed the river at the lowest cost, put down his drumstick and roared.
On the north bank of the Weishui River, the Modao team has already pushed the first bridgehead.
Then along the river, continue to push unhurriedly towards the head of the second pontoon bridge.
What the soldiers pointed out is like boiling soup and pouring snow
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