"Knock it open, crash it open, you can reap the victory, Lu Hanqiang, the myth of your undefeated is over in the hands of my Hezhe."
Looking at the large array of the Fuliao Army that collided after paying countless horses and warrior lives, Hezhe was so excited that he almost danced.
But he was about to dance, but he was immediately stunned.
In the moment of the collision, the large array was bridged again, and what stood in front of Hezhe's eyes was still a strict forest of spears, and those spears were like poisonous snakes, spitting out its deadly poisonous tongue again and again, harvesting the lives of the Dajin warriors.
Another warrior howled, and slammed his horse and his own life into the long spear, which broke, and the warrior was pierced by three other spears along with his beloved warhorse, and the enemy who had been broken by his brother also spewed a mouthful of blood and fell.
But the gap exposed by the fall of the Fuliao army was blocked by a Fuliao army behind, and the spear in his hand was stabbed out again.
When He Zhe saw the expression on the face of the soldier of the Fuliao Army who was filling the void, he lost his blood color due to fear, and he looked like a new soldier who had just entered the battle.
The new Ding who went into battle for the first time should be the best to deal with, in the face of the golden warriors who forgot to die, they should be like all the Ming troops they saw at the beginning, turn around and run, and then just like the plague, he will bring the emotion of defeat to the people around him, and then bring more people like ripples, and finally bring it to all the Ming army, then the entire Ming army will collapse, and the victory will begin to be his own.
But to Hezhe's surprise, the frightened newcomer did not run away as he expected, and although there was fear on his face, it was more of despair, yes, despair of imminent death than of hope for life.
With fear and despair, the new Ding filled the position of the brother who had just died, and then mechanically stabbed out the spear in his hand with the beat of the drum behind him, although it was ridiculous to stab the spear into the air, but he still mechanically retracted the stab in front of him, and retracted the stab.
When the new Ding stabbed the fourth time in the machine, he finally had a harvest, a golden warrior who had just rushed in front of him crashed into the spear like a stupid roe deer, and the collision between the two sides made the sharp spear pierce the neck of the war horse without hindrance, and pierced the warrior's chest.
But the warrior's death was not in vain, and the tremendous impact of his and his horse caused the newcomer to fly back upside down like a papier-mâché kite, and fall between their companions, seeing that they could no longer fight.
But the scene that made Hezhe even more surprised appeared again, another new Ding with fear and despair on his face held a pistol, and the mechanical stepped forward again, blocking the gap that had just appeared, and continued to mechanically stab out the pistol in his hand, although this time it was still stabbed into the air, but he was still stabbed out and stabbed out mechanically.
Aren't they afraid of death, Hezhe asked loudly in his heart.
No, it can be seen from the expressions on their faces that they are afraid of death, and they are afraid of death.
But why didn't they run away, was there a team of warlords behind them, and Hezhe asked himself again in his heart.
As far as the eye can see, there are only pieces of guns pierced, and there is no roaring team with big knives.
The Ming army, which did not have a war team but still fought to the death, completely stunned Hezhe.
Such a realization was beyond the scope of his thoughts.
This kind of thinking did not make He Zhe entangled for long, because the earth-shattering sound of horses' hooves sounded on the battlefield again, and He Zhe suddenly turned to look, but found that on his left and right, there were two groups of cavalry of the Ming army began to outflank his team, and the two together were no less than 10,000 people.
And the cavalry of these 10,000 people all carried cavalry crossbows on their horses and shot at their warriors.
Short, all-iron crossbow arrows flew into their ranks like locusts, reaping the lives of warriors who had no protection.
When it comes to riding and shooting, it should be the housekeeping skill of our Dajin warriors, a warrior who has grown up on horseback since he was a child, and is accompanied by a sword and bow and arrow, can only ride and shoot at Ming Dog, but today, he was abused and killed by Ming Dog in the way of riding and shooting, which is unreasonable Hezhe lamented and was indignant, but Minggou's cavalry crossbow arrows were still ruthlessly harvesting the lives of his warriors, unceremoniously.
No, the unbreakable gun array in front of you, the left and right are the enemy cavalry that is rumbling and killing, the encirclement is about to form, retreat, no, that's not my Baturuhzhe's character, besides, at this time, it can't be impossible to retreat, if you retreat, then the lives of nearly four thousand brothers paid before will be wasted, especially Hezhe's wise judgment, when retreating, he will be tortured and killed again by the Ming army's longbow, tiger honor, and explosives bag, and then three or four thousand brothers will be lost again, and the results achieved will be ridiculous.
You must break through the opponent's spearmen and fight with the enemy's infantry, or your 7,000 men and horses will all die here.
"Damn, aren't those warriors who just crashed into it all waste, why haven't they messed up the enemy's gun array?"
The Dajin warrior who had just crashed into the big array didn't play the role he should have played in disrupting the big array, and seemed to disappear into the big array out of thin air, so Hezhe Baturu's blood boiled again, and he yelled at Goshha, who was closely following him: "Follow me, charge into the formation" and then took the lead and crashed into the spear that was like a forest.
The spear is too dense, when the dense Hezhe collided, there were three spears through the war horse highlighted in his chest, Hezhe deserved to be Baturu, at the moment when the war horse fell to the ground, he flew up and pounced into the opponent's gun formation, when he pounced, a spear pierced at him, a good Baturu Hezhe, actually completed a beautiful twist in the air, dodged the rushing gun, a perfect interpretation of his Baturu skills, the huge and strong body directly knocked down the owner of this scum gun, The two of them suddenly threw themselves into the big array, and as a result, He Zhe, who had fallen into a lot of meat, had just killed this new Ding with his skills, and just looked up and saw a smiling face tightly attached to his face, He Zhe didn't say a word, picked up the steel knife in his hand, but this simple action was not done here in a wave, because there were too many people here, one thigh, blocked his knife, although when he swung the knife, he still cut off two thighs, but because of the blocking of these two thighs, But to give the enemy opposite Lu a chance, the hateful face with a smile actually said politely to him: "Welcome."
Then a dagger more than a foot long stabbed Hezhe in the chest.
Hezhe opened his mouth, he couldn't make a sound, he was really angry, his dignified Baturu died so inexplicably in the hands of a little soldier who didn't even know his name, wronged, really wronged.
In fact, he forgot one thing, the title of Baturu was obtained when he was competing among his companions, and competition is immortal, while war is indeed death, and the battle of tens of thousands of people does not need Baturu. t1706231537: