Glancing at Zhao Wou-Ki with an excited face, Zhao Hu nodded lightly and said, "Okay, now let the army of the Flying Tiger Gang meet the gifts I have carefully prepared for them!" ”

After receiving Zhao Hu's order, Zao Wou-Ki immediately left Zhao Hu's side with excitement on his face and ran towards the reserve camp in the rear of the Guards.

When the army of the Flying Tigers was only a thousand meters away from the camp of the Guards, and both sides could see each other's figures, the Guards suddenly split from it, forming two squares, moving towards both sides, revealing the 10,000 young reserves behind them to assist in the battle.

Looking at the carriages forged from stainless steel, one meter five, three meters long, and two meters wide, and the two sides of the frame were tied with a long-handled broadsword, the blade of the broadsword was shining in the sunlight, revealing a hint of chill in the carriage, which was connected by iron chains and neatly arranged behind Zhao Hu, forming a thousand-meter-long carriage array, Zhao An involuntarily exclaimed: "What is this?" ”

Looking at Zhao An, who looked surprised, Zhao Hu chuckled and said: "This is the ironclad car formation, each row of three hundred carriages all made of fine iron, are chained together to form a dense ironclad car formation, a total of five rows of such ironclad car formation, enough for the army of the Flying Tiger Gang to drink a pot." ”

After saying that, Zhao Hu rode away, getting out of the way of a wide road, giving the ironclad car array enough space to drive.

As soon as Zhao Hu got out of the way, the first row of three hundred ironclad chariots, pulled by six hundred horses, rushed towards the army of the Flying Tiger Gang.

Looking at the ironclad chariots galloping towards his side, he saw the long-handled broadswords that were tied to the carriages one by one, and under the sunlight, they released a series of long-handled broadswords of cold and cold light, and the soldiers of the Flying Tiger Gang who charged at the front greatly reduced their momentum, and the undead rushed straight up, and they all let out a scream with a look of horror, and immediately wanted to stop moving forward and flee to the rear.

It's a pity that there are too many soldiers in the Flying Tiger Gang army, and the Flying Tiger Gang soldiers who are charging in front can't stop at all, so they can only helplessly bite the bullet and charge against the ironclad chariot, because, once they stop charging, they don't know the situation behind them, and the soldiers who are charging with all their strength will push them to the ground and trample them into pulp.

Under the pull of 600 horses, the ironclad chariot that quickly charged towards the Flying Tiger Gang army ruthlessly crushed a Flying Tiger Gang soldier who was charging in front, and a sharp long-handled broadsword that was tied to the chariot ruthlessly cut through the body of a Flying Tiger Gang soldier in the rapid running of the chariot, ending his fresh life and making it a cold corpse.

A famous general in front saw that the ironclad chariot was so sharp, and an elite soldier died tragically under the chariot, and involuntarily roared loudly with an anxious look on his face: "Stupid! Hurry up and slaughter those horses with the weapons in your hands. ”

Hearing the roar of the generals in front of him, a soldier named Flying Tiger Gang reacted and stabbed the weapons in his hands towards the galloping war horse.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A crisp sound of metal colliding sounded in the battlefield, and the spears and spears and other weapons that stabbed at the war horse could not go a little deeper when they touched the war horse.

Before casting the iron-armored chariot array, Zhao Hu put a set of armor on each batch of war horses, enveloping the whole body of the war horses, so that the soldiers of the Flying Tiger Gang could not hurt a single cold hair of the war horses, so that the killing effect of the iron-armored chariot array was maximized. If it weren't for the fact that Zhao Hu had too few war horses in his hands, he wouldn't have just built 1,500 ironclad chariots, you must know that Le Yi's weapon manufacturing factory wanted to make those ironclad chariots extremely easy, and a few thousand a day was not a problem.

When the ironclad chariots in the first row ruthlessly crushed a soldier named the Flying Tiger Gang, the ironclad chariots in the other four rows also went out one by one, charging towards the army of the Flying Tiger Gang from different directions, killing a soldier of the Flying Tiger Gang mercilessly, causing the camp of the Flying Tiger Gang to waver and begin to show signs of collapse.

Lu Rong, who was located in the rear of the army and was in charge of the overall situation, saw that under the sharp attack of the five rows of ironclad chariots, his army had suffered heavy losses and had signs of defeat, so he couldn't help frowning, and said to an adjutant beside him: "You immediately transfer 10,000 people from the 30,000 guards as a law enforcement team, retreat without permission in everything, and kill no mercy!" ”

"Yes, Lord Helper!"

The adjutant hurriedly greeted him, and hurriedly left Lu Rong's side, took a few of his subordinates, drew 10,000 from the 30,000 guards who were in reserve, pulled out his weapons, and entered the battlefield.

"The helper has an order, and those who retreat without authorization will be killed!"

As soon as he entered the battlefield, the adjutant gave the order to kill hundreds of deserters with a look of indifference, cut off their heads, stick them in their spears, and raise them high, while warning the Flying Tigers fighting in front of them.

The lives of hundreds of deserters, the heads raised high, and the 10,000 guards with indifferent expressions on their faces, clutching a broadsword shining with cold cold light, stabilized the wavering military spirit of the Flying Tiger Gang, and under the stimulation of blood and gold coins, they let out a beastly howl and launched a counterattack towards the ironclad chariot.

As the chariot penetrated deep into the center of the battlefield, deep into the depths of the Flying Tiger Gang army, the horses slowly slowed down under the deathly counterattack of a famous Flying Tiger Gang soldier and the obstruction of the corpses, and finally stayed in the center of the battlefield, unable to take a single step forward.

The coachman in the carriage was ruthlessly killed by the Flying Tiger Gang soldiers who were stimulated by blood donations, his eyes were blood-red, and his heart was full of murderous intent, and he became a cold corpse.

When the five rows of ironclad chariots all stopped moving forward and quietly stayed in the center of the battlefield, the 100,000 troops of the Flying Tiger Gang had already dispersed in formation, and one-third of the soldiers had died tragically under the chariots, or lay on the ground wailing weakly, waiting for the arrival of death.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Hu did not hesitate at all, with a wave of his hand, two thousand heavily armored cavalry, left the camp, raised a sharp cavalry spear, formed a neat queue, slowly accelerated, and launched a fierce cavalry charge towards Lu Rong's position.

The charge of the 2,000 heavily armored cavalry caused a violent shock on the ground, and all the Flying Tiger Gang soldiers who stood in their way were stabbed to death by the spears in the hands of the knights, or ruthlessly trampled to death by the armored war horses, turning into a piece of flesh and mud, moistening the Ruge grassland.

Seeing the two thousand heavily armored cavalry charging in the direction where he was, Lu Rong's expression remained unchanged, a trace of firmness and determination flashed in his eyes, and he waved his big hand and said softly: "Order the cavalry to charge!" ”

As soon as Lu Rong's voice fell, he saw an adjutant beside him answer, walked down quickly, turned over his horse, raised the knight's spear in his hand, and shouted: "Brothers, rush with me!" ”

After saying that, the adjutant took the lead in rushing in the direction of the two thousand heavy armored cavalry.

And the 10,000 cavalrymen who were ready to go also raised the cavalry spears in their hands and shouted with a fanatical look: "Charge!" Then a neat formation was formed, and after the adjutant, they rushed in the direction of the heavily armored cavalry.

When the cavalry of the two sides was only 100 meters apart, and the indifferent look on the face of the other cavalry could be clearly seen, Zhao Yi, who was the commander of the Guards Corps, shouted: "Brothers, kill with me!" ”

He kicked the war horse under him hard, accelerated suddenly, met the cavalry of the Flying Tiger Gang, and waved the spear in his hand, pierced the neck of the cavalry in front of him, picked him off his horse, and continued to rush forward.

At the same time, the cavalry commander of the Flying Tiger Gang also shouted: "Kill! And kicked the war horse under him with his foot, the speed increased sharply, and the spear in his hand swung rapidly, stabbing a heavy armored cavalryman in the chest, making a crisp metal collision sound, unable to pierce the body of the heavy armored cavalryman, so he had to move his wrist, the pistol swept away, and knocked him off the horse.

Suddenly, a fierce confrontation between the two anti-cavalry began, and a famous cavalryman was shot down and dismounted, trampled into meat sauce by countless war horses, or pierced through the body by a sharp knight's spear and died.

When Zhao Yi rushed out of the 10,000 cavalry of the Flying Tiger Gang, he looked at his companions, there were only more than 1,000 people, and the rest of them were shot down and dismounted by the other party, and were ruthlessly trampled into meat sauce by the war horses.

Glancing at the more than 1,000 companions around him, Zhao Yi did not hesitate at all, immediately turned the horse's head and shouted: "Kill!" He raised the knight's spear in his hand and launched another fierce charge at the remnants of the Flying Tiger Gang cavalry.

After three back-and-forth charges, there were only more than two hundred people left on Zhao Yi's side, and each person's battle armor was covered with crimson blood, like a blood demon from hell.

The cavalry commander of the Flying Tiger Gang glanced at the remnants of more than a thousand subordinates around him, and his blood-red eyes widened, staring at Zhao Yi tightly, as if he was going to eat him.

Of the more than 10,000 cavalry, only more than 1,000 remained, and all of them were wounded, and the other 8,000 people all died tragically under the opponent's spear, which made the cavalry commander of the Flying Tiger Gang feel extremely angry and ashamed.

Glancing at his companions, Zhao Yi asked loudly: "Brothers, the other party is almost dead, let's charge once!" ”

After speaking, Zhao Yi raised the spear in his hand, kicked the war horse under him with his foot, and shouted: "Kill!" He dragged his tired body and charged towards the remnants of the Flying Tiger Gang with a fanatical look.