The 5,000 Mongol cavalry interspersed diagonally in the southwest direction, and only fired more than 3,000 sharp arrows, and the soldiers behind did not have this opportunity. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Both sides are galloping on horseback, and the closest time is when they staggered, and the direct shot is the most lethal at this time, but these are elite cavalry even in the Tartar court, and the sharp arrows shot out are still traceable, and the elite in the army can be avoided after being consciously trained, and Zhang Wuji and others are even more so. The application of bows and arrows in the military field is mainly in two aspects, one is a sneak attack, a long-range attack in silence is a sharp weapon, and the other is a cluster attack, which can be described as a chicken and dog under the arrow curtain.

But it is still a conventional weapon, and Zhang Wuji is a powerful cultivator who is in the middle of the innate stage and has comprehended the method of spiritual cultivation, eight half-step innate peaks, and may break through to the innate realm at any time. The life levels of the two sides are already different, even if the Tartar cavalry uses the advantage of weapons, but these sharp arrows are all traceable in the perception of these nine people, they are clearly visible, and if they perceive it, they can block it. When the spears in their hands rotated, it looked like a bullet curtain without gaps from a distance, which showed the speed of rotation, and in this case, unless the internal force was exhausted, it was impossible for a conventional bow and arrow to penetrate at all.

The eastern Tartar cavalry interspersed with the southwest, and the firing of more than 8,000 sharp arrows failed to make a difference. The Ming army in the forest watched the sect leader and the other nine people show their might, and they were unharmed under the arrow curtain that covered the sky and the sun.

"Mingzun is alive, God bless the Holy Sect."

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The shouts were earth-shattering, everyone's eyes were fanatical, even Yin Tianzheng was like this, he was only thinking about one question in his mind, it turned out that people in the martial arts could fight like this in the military formation, and all kinds of doubts that he didn't dare to think about before have been answered at this moment.

Su Ha led 5,000 cavalry to pass behind Zhang Wuji's nine people, preparing to circle around the forest only two miles away and turn back to reline.

General Hasen, the commander of the 5,000 cavalry in the west, immediately led the cavalry in the southeast direction of the forest.

At this time, Zhang Wuji's nine-man spear pointed forward, and the frenzy in the rear immediately made him feel as if he had taken the purest drug, extremely comfortable, and with this comfortable energy, he violently collided with the sharp cavalry led by Na Risong.

Na Risong was a young commander with great arms and was a three-time wrestling champion in the Shaanxi Army.

Holding a giant mace in his hand, one zhang in length, made of steel throughout, two meters of rod and one meter of stick head, his head is not a sharp nail or a long thorn, but a dense five-inch high sharp prism, the weight of this mace is more than two hundred and twenty pounds, ordinary people just can't hold it, since the machine has been built, in close combat, that day Song has never lost.

Zhang Wuji took the lead, Wei Yixiao and Ouyang Zhi followed side by side, and so on, forming a one-two-two arrow charging formation.

That daysong's mount had already run for three miles, and although it still didn't have a complete body to move, the power of the charge could already be formed.

He bent down on his upper body, minimizing the resistance of the air, clenching the mace with both hands, the front finger of the head of the club, and rushed towards Zhang Wuji's body.

Zhang Wuji noticed the abnormality of this Tartar cavalry from a distance, he regarded himself as a target, in fact, that Risong was the arrow of the cavalry in the middle of the Tartar, and he was not an arrow, and it was inevitable to collide.

With a "bang", the collision of flesh and blood and iron made a sound like an explosion. It was the sound of two horses colliding violently. At the moment when the distance between the two sides was only a foot away, the spear in Zhang Wuji's hand suddenly shot forward from his hand, and in that Risong's arrogant and smug smile passed through his chest, and a hole the size of a fist immediately appeared in his chest, the speed was too fast, and Narisong didn't feel that his heart was gone.

The two sturdy war horses that had survived a hundred battles almost simultaneously raised their front hooves and trampled towards the enemy, at this time Nari Song found that he couldn't control the war horse under his crotch, the pain in his chest came violently, and his body slipped backwards from the war horse, and his eyes were full of unwillingness and disbelief.

The spear in Zhang Wuji's hand penetrated the bodies of the twenty-seven cavalrymen in a row, and then pierced the body of the twenty-eighth cavalry, which also penetrated half of the spear body.

Zhang Wuji rose up, and the two war horses collided violently. The formation of the Tartar cavalry is too tight, maybe the Tartar commander wants to kill himself and consume himself in such a flesh-and-blood battle wall. When the formation has been tight enough that there is no gap interspersed with war horses, when the two sides charge and contact, there is only a violent collision, and nothing else, and the first batch of collision personnel can survive more than one.

Zhang Wuji's body took off, his right palm probed forward, and the dragon capture skill was used in an instant, and the giant mace that had already slipped down flew upwards in an instant, Zhang Wuji let go of the stick head, grabbed the stick shaft, and his body fell down, and he swung a stick forward, a layer of invisible energy wrapped the stick head, and swept out a fan with a radius of one zhang in front of him, and more than 20 cavalrymen within the range were smashed and flew backwards, and the cavalry behind him fell to the ground. With this stick, more than fifty Tartar cavalrymen were solved.

The cavalry in the back did not know what was happening in front of them, but they still had to move forward, and the speed was fast, because once they were slow, they were likely to be knocked off their horses by the cavalry behind and trampled on the pulp.

So although Zhang Wuji swung out a stick and solved more than fifty cavalrymen, the follow-up cavalry still rushed desperately, Zhang Wuji stepped on the horse without the owner, and another stick was swung, and more than fifty cavalrymen fell to the ground, and the horse that he stepped on neighed and fell to the ground.

Wei Yixiao and the others saw that their eyes lit up, and they also did the same, at the moment of the collision, they jumped up, and every two of them were separated by a foot from the front and back, left and right, and followed behind Zhang Wuji, responsible for sweeping away the cavalry that rushed from his two wings. With such a dense formation, there is no need for subtle moves at all, as long as it is fast and strong enough.