No matter how well-trained the war horse, when facing the bright spearhead, it will naturally produce a sense of fear, so as to produce some actions to reduce or avoid, but the shock team at the front of the palace guard, their war horses, are all wearing blindfolds, and the action is completely controlled by the knight on the back, relying on the tacit cooperation between the master and the war horse, to complete the most difficult blow.

These knights were also dead soldiers, and in the face of the spears that shone with cold light, they did not hesitate to rush forward, and the war horses under their crotches, unaware that in front of them were the sickles of death, and under the constant urging of their masters, they increased forward until the sharp spears pierced deep into their bodies.

Immediately, the knights made contact with each other, and the heavy throwing weapons such as chain hammers and iron bones that had been wielding in their hands smashed into the thickest part of the middle of the team with the sound of the howling wind, and when they completed this blow, they were also thrown into the air by strong inertia, and then fell down the forest of spears on their bodies, because under them, there were all spears held high, and most of them were held in the air like this, and dozens or even dozens of spears were pierced on their bodies.

At that moment, Mei Hua saw his brother at the front, the spear in his hand snapped and broke into several pieces, someone flew backwards, someone fell on the spot, someone was pressed under the body of a heavy war horse, and the front sharpness, almost in a flash, was no longer there.

Both the enemy and the enemy suffered huge losses.

"Blow the trumpet, intercept. Change formations! Mei Hua calmly gave the order, after experiencing the bloody battle in the Hetao, he had already been unsurprised by this kind of thing, maybe the next moment, it would be himself. But while you are alive, you still have to complete your tasks.

An army is made up of individual individuals, and when these individuals are twisted into a huge machine, each of which does his or her part to complete his or her job, this machine will be an extremely efficient killing weapon.

The onslaught of the Donghu cavalry did not stop, relying on high horsemanship. The knights in the rear leaped over the obstacle in front of them, and continued to charge forward again, while the third battalion also strode forward sharply with several steps on its wings, left and right, to the sound of the trumpet. The middle was squeezed inward, and at the moment of intolerance, another sharp edge was formed in the middle of the position, but this sharp arrow, compared to the first, was thicker, and the two wings were stretched forward. This makes the formation of this arrow more similar to a three-pointed, two-edged knife.

The sound of the trumpet continued to sound, between this sharp edge and the main body behind it. Suddenly, a space of more than ten meters appeared, Mei Hua held a short javelin in his hand, and roared angrily: "Throw a gun."

Dozens of tall and sturdy soldiers rushed out of the ranks, each of them like Mei Hua, holding a heavy iron spear about a meter long in their hands. With all the strength of his body, he threw forward.

The javelin sliced through the air in an arc of American thorns. Accompanied by the sound of sizzling into the flesh, dozens of javelins. He shot down dozens of charging enemies.

More than a dozen people ran back, and a companion handed the javelin again, so another round of projection began.

Three projections, hundreds of Donghu cavalry fell miserably, but after these three rounds of projection, the sharp edge in front was once again crushed, and the scattered soldiers of the Eastern Army retreated to fill the space of more than ten meters again, and then they raised the spears in their hands again.

Several back and forth impacts, the queue of the third battalion was also more than ten layers, allowing the cavalry of the Eastern Army to rush forward into dozens of meters, but on the road of these tens of meters, it was full of blood, and their own people were mixed together, regardless of each other.

On his other side, the fourth battalion led by Wu Ya, the situation is not much different from him, both sides at this moment, almost all of them are in exchange for life, the Donghu Palace guards want to break up the enemy's array, and then use the advantage of the cavalry to divide and encircle, while the Eastern Army is to delay the enemy's degree with their lives, when the rapid impact of the palace guards is blocked, they lose the degree, the advantage of the impact, in the face of the spear and broadsword specially used to deal with the cavalry, their advantage will no longer exist, on the contrary, the huge individual of the war horse will become the target of the key attack.

Yang Dasha stared at Mei Hua and Wu Ya at the front, these two fierce generals he valued very much, lived up to his hopes, although the team was thinned layer by layer, but the lineup was still compact, the soldiers stood side by side, holding their spears tightly in their hands, not at all deterred by the wild impact of the other party.

"The first battalion, the second battalion advances." Yang Dasha calmly gave the order, the pressure of the two battalions in the central direction will force the other side to speed up the intensity of the attack, and in the case of their own defensive lineup, this kind of attack will increase their casualties.

"Bed crossbows, arm crossbows, partition shots! ＂

After a series of orders were issued, Yang Dasha glanced back at Guo Laofu's second division behind him, the two of them usually fought and often had unpleasant quarrels, but in fact they were best friends, they cooperated tacitly on the battlefield, almost no need to say anything, a look, a gesture, they could understand each other's meaning, and even Gao Yuan was very strange, how could these two guys with very different personalities become good friends? In the end, it can only be attributed to the complementarity of the two personalities.

Guo Laofu's second division was pressing forward, filling the gap after Yang Dasha moved forward.

Yang Dasha smiled, stretched out his hand and pulled out the Mo knife inserted in the ground, and looked around at the hundreds of Mo Dao team members around him, a team that he had trained hard.

In the whole division, such 500 people, all with big waists and round shoulders, burly figures, dozens of pounds of Mo knives, in their hands, they are as easy as toys, in the military camp on the shore of Jishi Lake, this Mo knife team does not finish splitting a thousand wooden stakes every day, and then they do not want to go back to their beds to rest, so that all the men of the Young Guards stationed on the shore of Jishi Lake welcome this wood-splitting army unusually much, because of these chopped firewood. It saved him a lot of effort.

Cut it in two, this is what Yang Dasha asks of them.

"Brothers, it's our turn." Yang Dasha raised the Mo knife with one hand and turned a knife flower in the air, "Split him." Cut it in two! ＂

"Cut it in two! Five hundred men shouted in unison.

"Guards, forward! Yang Dasha walked to the center of the line and ordered loudly.

The sound of the drums sounded, and with the sound of the drums, five hundred Mo knife hands lined up in a neat line and pushed forward flatly.

Mei Hua swallowed. Holding the Mo knife tightly in his hand, his nerves were highly tense, and the impact of the palace guards was wave after wave, like the tide of the sea, when it seemed that it would never stop, he looked at it from this angle. As far as the eye could see, there were cavalry, and by this time, his team had been thinned by four or five layers, and in just one pillar of incense, at least more than three hundred soldiers fell.

Long Bin was killed in battle, and in the round of impact just now, the most elite first company of the third battalion was at the forefront. At this time, together with their company commander Long Bin, at this time. It was also more than half of the casualties.

"It's my turn! Mei Hua raised the broadsword and looked at his left and right flanks, the third and fourth companies had been squeezed by the cavalry to the side of the second company, and the three companies were squeezed together, although the defense was increasing, but it was the same. The casualties will also be greater, and they have been fought so far. The palace guards finally gained some space, allowing them to walk around the formation of the Eastern Army in a marquee, looking for fighters. Seeing the vacancy, he pounced and took a bite, and while dropping a few corpses, he would also take away several lives of the Eastern Army.

"Blow the trumpet, move closer to the fourth battalion, pass the message to the fourth battalion, the two battalions are merged, and the commander of the third battalion, Mei Hua, asks to take over the command! Mei Hua said loudly.

Hearing the military horn information from the direction of the third battalion, Wu Ya took a sip, "A dog's day, he took advantage of Lao Tzu again, blew the trumpet, moved closer to the third battalion, the two battalions merged, and the fourth battalion accepted the command of the third battalion."

The two battalions, which had suffered heavy casualties, struggled to move closer to each other little by little, and when they finally cleared the enemy cavalry between the two battalions and gathered together, the two battalions of more than 2,000 people were united.

The space left for the Donghu cavalry to maneuver is still extremely limited.

The battle in the middle is still deadlocked, although compared to the achievement, the casualties of the Eastern Army are greater, but considering that the infantry is mounted against the horse, and the opponent is the world-famous palace guards, the Eastern Army is proud enough, at least until now, their formation is not chaotic at all, and the tactical purpose of the palace guards has not been realized until now.

Compared with the battle in the middle, the battle of the cavalry on both flanks is faster, the cavalry of both sides collides high, swings their knives between the lightning and flint, and slashes each other, and the enemy is cut down and pulls down.

On both wings, there are three thousand palace guards, compared with the palace guards, the cavalry of the Eastern Army is indeed inferior, but it is not too global, the six thousand cavalry of the infantry, since its establishment, has been at war continuously, and it has been fighting for a full year in Daijun, constantly honing, so that this cavalry riding skills have risen sharply, their enemy, and the Zhao army, is the cavalry led by the infantry, the style of play is the same as that of the Donghu army, the tactics of both sides are the same, the competition is the personal combat power, in this regard, the Eastern Army is obviously at a loss, But fortunately, the infantry had 6,000 cavalry, which was twice as many as the enemy he faced, and he paid more casualties, but he did not fall behind in the field.

In contrast to him, the 10,000 cavalry commanded by Shangguan Hong inherited the tactics founded by Helan Yan, and the 10,000 cavalry were divided into several shock formations, each formation was kept extremely close, and the team tactics were completely used, which was subject to the lack of individual ability of the cavalry of the newly established Young Guards.

Thorpe looked at the three battlefields, all of them were in a stalemate scene, and his face became more and more ugly, this is the palace guard, this is Donghu's magic weapon, the enemy should fall apart, not like now, the fight is intractable.

What's the use of killing more enemies? The Eastern Army is in Ningyuan, Jingyuan has gathered 100,000 troops, not to mention, killing 1,000 enemies and losing 800 themselves, this kind of fighting, I am afraid that the palace guards will all die in the end, and the strength of the Eastern Army is still strong.

Do you want to give it all your might? No, no, although he still has 20,000 cavalry on hand now, but Gao Yuan's hands have more available troops, Luo Weiran commanded 20,000 soldiers and horses, still not moving, behind them, there are 20,000 Yan troops under the command of Kumamoto, although these 20,000 people are a lot worse in combat strength, but even if they are 20,000 pigs, if they want to kill them all, they are afraid that the knife will have to be cut and curled.

He invested all his troops, Gao Yuan will do the same, on the battlefield, it is still a stalemate, Gao Yuan is not afraid of the dead, even if he dies here, as long as he fights the strength on hand, ? Having lost the troops at hand now, how can he return to defend Helin?

One can only count on the palace guards to make a breakthrough in the next moment.

But the Eastern Expeditionary Army, which was only in the middle of the battlefield, seemed to be crumbling, but it always stood magically, and when he saw the two completely crippled Eastern Expeditionary Army merge together and re-establish a military formation, Thorpe almost spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Every time a palace guard falls, it seems to stab him in the heart. (To be continued) R655

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