The Mo sword soldiers are all tall and mighty men carefully selected from the soldiers, and their height is at least seven feet five or more, and some of them are even close to nine feet tall, and then wear heavy armor and hideous masks.

Against the cavalry, the soldiers of the Modao Formation adopted a different attack mode. Hold the handle in both hands and use a long, sharp blade to slash directly. The Mo knife soldiers themselves are tall and long, plus the Mo knives that are comparable to the length of spearmen, often the cavalry's war knives and cavalry spears have not had time to be handed out, and the long Mo knives have already been cut in front of them.

Although the tall and mighty Mo sword soldiers appeared at the front of the Han army array, the Xianbei cavalry hesitated for a moment, but under the urging of the sound of bull horns, the Xianbei cavalry shouted and continued to charge forward!

Huang Cheng is no longer a Mo Dao soldier, because he has more important responsibilities, he needs to dispatch the whole field, command all the soldiers, if he is caught in a one-on-one fight, in case of carelessness, the casualties will not only be himself, but also bring a terrible disaster to the soldiers of the whole array.

Therefore, now the team rate of the Mo Dao soldiers, that is, the big man with the highest body close to nine feet, named Wei Du, the word Yifu, because he can eat too much, so the family really can't afford to support it......

At that time, he was taken by Huang Cheng and selected into the Mo Dao Soldier.

The people who were selected as the Modao soldiers were naturally strong men, but the most edible among them was Wei Du, who alone could be worth the amount of food for three or four people......

However, he was well fed, and he was tall, Wei Du was like blowing up a balloon, which was bigger than when he just entered the Mo Dao Soldiers, and his strength became more and more powerful, although he had not practiced any luck and the tricks of using strength, he was completely relying on his own muscle brute force, and he could play the heavy Mo knife of nearly 30 catties to feel like holding a small wooden stick, and naturally it became the team rate of the Mo Dao soldiers.

The Xianbei cavalry rushed to the front, and saw Wei Du standing in front of him like a half-cut iron tower, and even his face was hidden under the mask of the evil ghost, and he couldn't help but be a little frightened, and he didn't dare to collide directly, but slightly deflected the horse's head, aimed at Wei Du with a riding spear, and prepared to pierce it with horsepower.

Wei Du let out a dull roar behind his mask, and then violently slammed the long Mo knife from the bottom to the top with his backhand!

On this autumn afternoon, under the oblique sunlight, in Wei Du's hand, a knife like a sheet was brushed, and it instantly flashed the body of the Xianbei cavalry who rushed to the front.

At this moment, under the light of the Mo knife like snow and lightning, it seemed that all the actions had slowed down, Wei Du did not pause for a moment, nor did he look at the Xianbei cavalry before, but turned from the backhand to the forehand position, and after turning the knife back, he slashed at another Xianbei cavalryman diagonally!

The two Xianbei cavalrymen who rushed to the front seemed to be stupid, and they turned their horses twice, revealing a huge wound on their bodies, and the whole person was divided into two sections obliquely, and with the sliding of half of the corpse, blood and various fluids inside the human body spurted out of the cavity, and by the way, they also threw half of the heart or lung lobes in the chest and abdomen, or something else, and threw it in the air......

The entire battlefield seemed to be silent for a few seconds.

Several Xianbei cavalrymen subconsciously pulled the reins of their horses and slowed down, after seeing such a terrifying scene, this action was completely human instinct, just like the skin of the arm would subconsciously shrink when it touched a sharp stinging sensation.

Those devils who stood in front of the Han army like iron towers, the sharp, snow-bright long blades in their hands, immortal heaven, how could the Han people have such strange things?

Dadanghu on the other side of the river frowned, perhaps because of the distance, in his opinion, the combat power of the new strange soldiers in the Han army formation may be greater than that of ordinary soldiers, and it may also increase the casualties of the soldiers on his side, but it is only this, and it cannot completely save the fate of the Han army's destruction sooner or later.

In the eyes of the big boss, although these strange Han soldiers are a little tricky, but there is nothing to fear, he only needs to send more knights, and finally he can break through the defensive positions of the Han army, and the next must be a one-sided slaughter, and the long knives and armor on those strange soldiers will also become his trophies.

Since it has been carried out to such an extent now, this is estimated to be the last resort of the Han army, but it is just that, as long as it can achieve victory, there are already dead people anyway, one or two hundred more deaths and one or two hundred fewer deaths, what is it for the total number of troops of 10,000 people?

"Blow the trumpet! Attack! Keep charging! The big pawn ordered.

The low sound of the bull's horn sounded again, and he recovered from his somewhat dazed state and continued to charge.

"Sword and shield, spear to protect both sides of the Mo knife! Bow and crossbow, shoot! Huang Cheng roared.

Under the blade of the Mo knife, whether it is a person or a horse, a blade or a body, it is basically the fate of a knife and a sword, and the Mo knife soldier is heavily armoured, even if he is stabbed by the Xianbei cavalry, in addition to being able to bring up a long spark, it can not directly bring much damage to the Mo knife soldier, plus there are shield hands and spearmen from the side of the Mo knife soldier, and there are even arrows hanging from the air, the Xianbei cavalry cannot break through the interception of the Mo knife soldier at all, and can only become one corpse after another in front of the formation......

With the last Xianbei knight of the hundred-man team falling, Huang Cheng's army successfully defended against a wave of Xianbei people's attacks. The soldiers in front of the battle couldn't help but roar, as if they were demonstrating to the Xianbei people, as if they were emboldening themselves, or glad that they were still alive......

Although the effect of the Mo Dao soldiers was very good, Huang Cheng saw that the crisis had not been resolved, although there were not a few Xianbei cavalry killed and wounded before the battle, but the Xianbei team on the other side of the river did not seem to have decreased at all.

Although the Mo Sword Soldier is strong, it is not a machine after all, and as time goes by, continuous slashing will quickly consume the physical strength of the soldier, and once the strength decays......

"Mo Dao Soldier! Wansheng! Han army ride! Wansheng! Huang Cheng waved the long knife in his hand and shouted to the sky.

The guards around Huang Cheng also shouted, and immediately all the soldiers shouted: "Mo Dao Soldier!" Wansheng! Han army ride! Wansheng! ”

This may be the last time Huang Cheng boosts his morale, in order to fight for the final victory.

Or, to calmly meet the final death......

Huang Cheng must take advantage of every opportunity to arouse the last trace of courage and strength of the soldiers, otherwise once the fighting spirit dissipates, the military formation will immediately collapse.

Although Huang Cheng knew that the next battle would cause more people to die, he hoped that when these soldiers died, the wounds on their bodies would be in front!

Including himself.

Even if you die, you have to face the swords and guns of the Xianbei people!