Qin Jin smacked his lips, there was no trace of saliva in his mouth, and his paralyzed hands tightly clutched the spear stained dark red by blood. Outflanked by the troops of the Tongluo tribe left and right, attacking on three sides, the iron cavalry rolling in an attempt to crush everything that stood in its way. For the first time, he saw the terrifying combat effectiveness of the Tibetan army. In just an instant, the advantage created by the surprise attack was gone.

The county court officials, who had been hiding behind the military formation, were almost broken down by the excitement of the scene in front of them, and there were words in their mouths, and even the Buddha and Taishang Laojun were invited together to bless him to return to Xin'an City safely and smoothly.

Under the turn of his mind, Qin Jin knew that if he didn't fight hard in this battle, what awaited them was a ruthless downfall.

"Crossbowman, cover the flanks!"

This order is completely at the mercy of the fate of heaven, the crossbowmen's arm strength has long been hollowed out, even if they can barely open the crossbow and arrows, its efficiency is not enough to threaten the galloping cavalry, then the only thing left is to abandon the crossbow and hold the sword to fight with the cavalry.

Before the words could land, the cavalry of the Fan army rushed in and slammed into the spear array that had withstood more than a dozen waves of impact.

"Kill!"

In the face of such a desperate situation, the Tang army not only did not collapse, but rose sharply, shouting to kill Ho Ho.

Seeing this scene, Du Mo, who was in the cavalry iron stream, sneered mercilessly twice, and the return of the Tang army inevitably came too quickly. Before, these soft-footed chickens took advantage of the surprise attack, and now it is under his personal command, so that these stupid Tang troops can see and understand, and they are as powerful as Luo Bu's iron cavalry!

"Speed, speed, rush up, crush them!"

The hundreds of iron guards around Du Mo are fully equipped with armor and equipment, and they are much better than ordinary Tongluo soldiers, and their combat effectiveness is naturally not the same. With the addition of the chief general, the soldiers of the same Luo tribe broke out with an astonishing roar, and the iron armor of the war horse collided with the spear array like a thorn forest, and in an instant, the people turned over on their backs, and their limbs and arms were broken.

In this regard, Du Mo's face did not change, how could there be immortals in battle, he believed that it would not be long before this strange gun formation of the Tang Army would be shattered by the cavalry. So far, no army has been able to resist the all-out assault of the Tongluo cavalry, especially his personal guards!

Wave after wave of cavalry were like the flooding waters of the Yellow River, constantly attacking the gun arrays that blocked them.

With a click, the spear in Qin Jin's hand was finally overwhelmed and broken, and the huge and heavy war horse neighed and smashed into him heavily, and a pikeman saw the opportunity very quickly, and actually got out of his position and tried to block the horse from hitting Qin Jin with a spear forward stab.

"Shaofu-kun be careful!"

With the sound of the reminder, the spear poofed into the horse's belly, but the impact was still inexhaustible, and the powerful inertia with the spear actually threw the pikeman out alive, and threw it in front of the spear array, and the iron horse hooves knocked on the ground, and in an instant he was crushed into a mess of broken bones and rotten flesh.

This scene was so fast that people almost didn't have time to react, and before the sad emotions surged into Qin Jin's head, the cavalry of the Tongluo Department rushed up again, and in a hurry, he rolled on the ground to try to avoid the trampling of the war horse, and at the same time took advantage of the situation to draw the horizontal knife at his waist and swung it indiscriminately between the horse's hooves.

The speed of the cavalry was extremely fast, and Qin Jin swung his sword into the air, and was shocked to find that there were three or four more war horses following closely, even if there were three heads and six arms, it was difficult to dodge, could this be the end! In an instant, Qin Jin found that what he felt at the last moment was not fear, but an extremely unreal illusion, as if everything in front of him was just an imaginary scene.

The galloping horse suddenly fell to the ground, followed by the horse that could not be avoided by the man, and the feathered arrows swished, and the crossbowmen of the unity soldiers saved him. Qin Jin, who had escaped the clutches of death again, took advantage of the stagnant efforts of the cavalry of the Fan Army, jumped up from the snow, drew the spear inserted in the horse's belly and returned to the gun formation, ready to meet the next round of impact.

At this moment, there is no longer any need for command, all the united soldiers are relying on intuition and a spirit of blood and bravery, making the last insistence, passively bearing wave after wave of the cavalry of the Tibetan army, endless impact.

If it goes on like this, it won't be long before the gun array will be crushed, Qin Jin's mouth is extremely bitter, and the war horse wrapped in the bloody cold wind roars again.

The casualties of the pikemen continued to rise, the pikemen in the first row were killed and wounded, the second row was also incomplete, the third row began to face the impact of the cavalry, the depth of the original only six platoons became more fragile, as long as the cavalry of the Fan army attacked again, perhaps they would completely collapse.

What made Qin Jin feel a little relieved was that the flank cavalry did not rush hard, and after a burst of crossbow arrows, they just skimmed away like a dragonfly. Afterwards, when Qin Jin analyzed the battle situation, he realized why the cavalry on the flanks did not rush with strength, not because they were afraid of the crossbows of the unity soldiers, but if they rushed into the military formation of the unity soldiers, they would inevitably block the frontal attack of the Tibetan army, if so, wouldn't it be another melee?

It's just that when the battle is about to go, how can there be time to think about it so much, let alone when it comes to the critical moment of life and death! There are already cavalry of the Tibetan army passing through the formation, and the durability of the combat effectiveness and the strength of the resilience of the Fan soldiers of the same Luo tribe are far beyond Qin Jin's cognition.

Fortunately, the follow-up cavalry did not follow, and the pikemen who had been hit to the ground before did not die, turned over and jumped, and re-plugged the gap.

"Shaofu Jun, look! The rear wing of the Fan army is in chaos, it seems, it seems that there is also a fight!"

The assistant who had been hiding in the pikemen formation actually survived, and he shouted loudly in the direction of Sin'an Castle.

Previously, Qin Jin had been focusing on the battle, and after being reminded by the officials, he suddenly found that the rear of the cavalry of the Fan army was actually fighting with the Tang army, but he didn't know where this Tang army came from!

"Brothers, the reinforcements of the imperial court have arrived, and they have already killed the rebels in Xin'an City, and they all hold on! Persistence is victory!"

Qin Jin, who seized the opportunity, immediately used this to boost his morale, and sure enough, at the end of the strong crossbow, the gun formation of the united soldiers broke out again with bursts of shouting and killing!

However, after all, morale is not a real force, and the combat effectiveness of the cavalry of the Fan army is really not comparable to that of the united soldiers, and the Tongluo Department is about to completely grasp the initiative on the battlefield.

Suddenly, Qin Jin's pupils, which were gradually scattered, gathered, and just ten steps away from him, the black flag hunting, it was clearly a flag. Under the flag, the layers of people are clearly the general figures.

He didn't think about it, and immediately ordered the crossbowmen behind him to shoot with crossbows! But there was no response, and when he looked back, his heart was already half cold, and it turned out that a group of cavalry and crossbowmen who dismounted and fought on foot were fighting together.

In desperation, Qin Jin picked up the crossbow that had been discarded on the snow, almost used all his strength, pulled out the crossbow, and loaded the short-tail feather arrow. With his experience in shooting crossbow arrows, he deliberately lowered the crossbow body to resist the powerful recoil of the strong crossbow for a moment.

The feather arrow shot out like lightning, carrying Qin Jin's last hope......

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There are 5,000 Ding Zhuang in the new safe city, and with Zheng Xianli's order, there are 3,000 people who rushed out of the city, although it was a surprise to the Tibetan army, and the battlefield fell into a melee that did not distinguish between you and me, but Ding Zhuang's combat effectiveness was difficult to compare with the hundred battles of the Tibetan soldiers after all. Every time Ding Zhuang killed a soldier, he might have to exchange three or even five lives for it.

At this rate of casualties, I believe that it will not be long before these Ding Zhuang will collapse due to the surge in casualties, and then be killed one by one! Zheng Xianli was so pessimistic about the battle situation, but the Mo Dao in his hand did not hesitate or hesitate.

Zheng Xianli was surrounded by dozens of old brothers who had been brought back from Anxi, and these people followed Dr. Feng to destroy the country by more than a dozen, and they did not count the killings, no matter how strong the soldiers of the same Luo Department were, and no matter how great the disparity in strength between the enemy and us was, it was impossible to frighten them! They gathered closely around Zheng Xianli and formed an invincible small military formation, crushing the Tibetan soldiers who rushed up like a grinding plate, and wherever the Tibetan soldiers were vigorous, they would kill wherever they wanted.

But after all, their numbers are too small, and it is like a drop in the bucket for the entire melee battlefield. Often in the blink of an eye, you can see more than a dozen or even dozens of Ding Zhuang being cut down to the ground by the soldiers of the Tongluo Division!

"Am I really going to die in Xin'an?"

Zheng Xianli thought so desperately!

The sound of the clash of gold and iron quickly echoed over the battlefield outside Xin'an City, and it took a long time for Zheng Xianli to come back to his senses, it was the sound of gold!

Has the Tibetan army withdrawn?

Zheng Xianli couldn't believe it, but soon he realized that he had heard it right, and the melee soldiers were retreating.

What happened? Was it a ruse by the soldiers, or was there another reason?

But no matter what the reason, Zheng Xianli's chest has an unprecedented desire to win, despair is no longer desperate, as long as he holds on and persists until all the soldiers are withdrawn, he can survive this painful battle!

"It's Qin Shaofu! It's Qin Shaofu!"

The sudden cheers made Zheng Xianli's steps messy, and he raised his head to pass through the heavy soldiers, but saw that the battle flag of the word "Qin" was hunting and flying, and he was advancing towards his side at a visible speed.

"The soldiers are defeated, and the brothers are killed!"

Realizing that victory was imminent, Zheng Xianli let out a wild roar and entered the battle group again. After the soldiers heard the sound of gold, their fighting spirit was obviously not as good as before, which made him pick up a big bargain, and after a rampage, he actually killed dozens of soldiers one after another in one go.

With the victory of the two armies outside the city, Zheng Xianli accepted it when he saw it, and only lined up to watch the tiger to prevent the retreating Zhongfan soldiers from striking another counterattack!

Half an hour later, all the soldiers finally withdrew from the battlefield.

And outside Xin'an City, it has become a corpse field, and the mountains and fields are dyed with blood red!

The two sides did not have time to greet each other, and immediately withdrew to the city, and at the same time specially sent people to clean up the battlefield.

When it was dark, the work of counting the corpses was basically completed, and nearly 2,000 people were killed and wounded in this battle, and the corpses left by the soldiers were only seven or eight hundred. The losses of the united soldiers were the most serious, with 800 people when they went out to fight, and less than 400 people left when they returned to Xin'an!

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