"Wow!"

The Xianbei general, who took the lead in the charge, shouted loudly, and the two thousand Xianbei rangers surging behind him stabbed their swords in the saddle and removed the horned bows from their shoulders.

Drawing the bow and arrows, in an instant, sharp crossbow arrows swept up from the Xianbei cavalry formation, intertwined in the air and fell fiercely towards Baimayi from the formation.

"Woohoo!"

Crossbow arrows are as dense as locusts, falling from the sky.

"Ding!"

"Dang!"

"Poof!"

Sharp crossbow arrows were ruthlessly fired on the white horse's armor, and a crisp crash suddenly sounded in the frenzied sound of the horse's hooves.

What the Xianbei generals didn't expect was that the five hundred cavalry had already prepared, and before the crossbow arrows fell, all the knights opened their hands and had already raised their round shields to protect the crossbow arrows with all their might.

Seeing that the Han cavalry could freely control the war horse without holding the horse rope, the Xianbei general was as if he had seen a terrible ghost, and his face was completely blank.

Is this still a fucking human?

This is simply connected with the war horse, if one or two people can do this, this can be explained, but all the five hundred of his mother have such superb riding skills, this is impossible, it is really impossible.

"Roar!"

The Xianbei general roared, his eyes were split, he shook his hand and abandoned the horn bow, drew his scimitar from behind the saddle, and swung it forward, and the two thousand Xianbei cavalry behind him howled like wild wolves in an instant, and they all returned their bows and arrows, pulled out their scimitars with their backhands, and rushed towards the Han army's iron cavalry.

"Boom!"

The cavalry of the two armies finally collided unstoppably, and in an instant, the blood was shining brightly, and the battlefield was full of people on their backs, and the sound of metal crashing and neighing of war horses was intertwined.

originally thought that the weak Han cavalry would be crushed with one blow, but on the battlefield, earth-shaking changes have taken place.

With the powerful inertia formed by the rapid sprint of the war horse, the sharp steel knife in the hands of the Han army became a terrifying nightmare that the Xianbei people could not get rid of.

The Xianbei people are accustomed to fighting on horseback with a scimitar, precisely because it is less labor-saving than a steel knife, but the ghost knows that this group of white-horse cavalry, although they are all riding on horseback, but when they fight, the strength in their hands is no worse than on land, and even the war horses under their crotch seem to be much stronger than those of Xianbei people.

"Poof!"

A piece of white swaying steel knives easily cut through the Xianbei cavalry mounts, and the five hundred white horses rushed from the formation of the formation like a sieve full of fangs, and the Xianbei cavalry who rushed towards them were extremely miserable, and the Xianbei war horses neighed and fell to the ground one after another, and the Xianbei cavalry on horseback fell off their horses, and then they were trampled into flesh by the surging subway hooves.

"Ahhh

A Xianbei cavalryman howled, his scimitar slashed through the sky and slashed diagonally down towards the shoulders of a Han army.

"Dang!"

The sharp scimitar slashed fiercely at the shoulder of the Han army on the armor-devouring beast, and suddenly there was a fierce sound of gold and iron, and the scene of the blood splashing in the Xianbei cavalry did not happen, and the cavalry Han army was unharmed, and the backhand knife coldly cut through the throat of the Xianbei cavalry.

The armor of the Han is far thicker than the leather armor of the Xianbei people, and at this moment, the Xianbei people finally woke up to the fact that they were not other people's opponents at all, and they were all here to deliver food.

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

Blood splattered, and a flash of blood marked out the throat of Xianbei like an arrow.

"Wow!"

"Boom!"

The Xianbei mount raised its head and hissed, and even the people and the rider fell down, splashing smoke and dust in the sky in an instant.

The same scene played out everywhere on the battlefield, and when the two armies staggered, the originally thick Xianbei cavalry formation had become sparse and scattered, and most of them were wounded.

On the other hand, Zhao Yun's White Horse Righteous Servant suffered minimal losses, with less than 20 casualties.

The frightened Xianbei cavalry no longer dared to compete with this devilish white horse Yicong, bypassed the front and fled to the two wings, and returned to the Xianbei rear.

Xianbei was in the back, Xiu Wulu couldn't believe his eyes!

Two thousand cavalry Xianbei warriors were defeated by five hundred cavalry Han troops, and it was a fiasco!

This...... Is it really?

When did the cavalry of the Han army become so powerful, the Xianbei people were the king of the grassland, the king of cavalry warfare, how could the Han people be better at riding than the Xianbei people?

However, the fact of the Bloody Land ruthlessly told Xiu Wulu that the two thousand horsemen who rode the Xianbei warrior land were indeed defeated by the five hundred white horse Yicong!

"Kuroyama!"

Xiuwu Ludi's gaze fell on Hei Shan, and he said sharply: "You personally lead four thousand warriors and charge into battle!" ”

"No!"

"Xianbei warriors, kill!"

Kuroyama's eyes swept over the wolf-like hideous look, and he rode out of battle, his right arm raised leisurely, and his sharp scimitar swept a cold light against the remnant sun.

Four thousand Xianbei warriors howled forward, surging forward behind Heishan.

On the gate, Li Tao said lightly: "Blow the trumpet and let Zhao Yun's white horse return to the camp." ”

"Woohoo!"

The horn sounded in the desolate land, and it crossed the sky above the battlefield of the Slaughtering Land, and sent every white horse into the ears of the ground.

Zhao Yun's eyes sharpened, the spear pointed straight at the sky, and shouted loudly: "Go back to the camp......"

Bai Ma Yi turned his horse's head in an instant and galloped back towards the main formation.

Not far away, four thousand Xianbei cavalry surged in, and the sound of hooves like a tide almost filled the entire heaven and earth.

On the gate, Li Tao's expression was cold, and suddenly, his right arm was raised again and waved forward gently.

"Archer, strike!"

Standing solemnly beside Li Tao, the herald soldier waved the ground order flag in his hand twice, and down the gentle slope, the figure of Dian Wei Di rose from the ground like a ghost.

Letting the broken grass and sand splash all over his head and face, he turned his cold gaze leisurely to the surging Xianbei cavalry in front of him, and roared coldly: "Archer...... ......"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The flat desert suddenly cracked strangely, and a thousand Han archers stripped off the planks and grass covering their bodies, and stood up from the trenches they had dug beforehand.

At this time, the Xianbei cavalry was only a stone's throw away from the archers of the Han army.

This tunnel trench is Zhang Feng's handiwork, don't underestimate this trench fortification, even in the peak period of thermal weapons combat, this simple fortification can bring great benefits.

"Whew!"

Dian Wei exhaled a breath, exhaled the smoke and dust from his nostrils, raised his right arm leisurely, and then swung it down fiercely, and the frenzied sound of horses' hooves could not hide his clear roar.

"Shoot the arrows!"

"Instigation!"

Rows of sharp arrows rose up in the air, weaving into a dense rain of arrows like locusts in the air, and then roared down with a piercing shrill scream towards the galloping Xianbei cavalry.

"Tuk Tuk!"

The pitiful leather armor on the Xianbei cavalry could not resist the sharp arrows at all, and they fell down one by one in the continuous wail.

Moreover, the arrows of the longbowmen were more powerful and penetrating than those of their crossbow arrows.

"Hurry up, rush over!"

Kuroyama's face was full of hideousness, and he howled bitterly.

Although the Xianbei people were good at riding and shooting, those damn Han archers were too cunning, and most of their bodies were hidden below the trenches, and almost only their heads were exposed to the ground.

The target is too small, and it is undoubtedly disadvantageous to shoot at it, and the most perfect countermeasure is naturally to accelerate the sprint, rushing through this death distance, as long as they rush to the front of the Han archers, those humble Han archers can only be slaughtered like lambs to the slaughter by the Xianbei warriors one by one.

"Rush over!"

Kuroyama raised his arms again and roared, but the mount under his crotch suddenly sank down, throwing him out of his horse.

Kuroyama was thrown out a few feet away, and when he got up with a disgraced face, he couldn't help but tremble when he looked back and wanted to die!

Not far behind him, the sky was full of smoke and dust, and the yellow sand was rolling, and a deep trench had cracked in the originally flat desert, and the trench was full of sharp antlers, and his own mount was lying in the ditch and wailing, and several sharp antlers had pierced its body.

"Wow!"

"Wow!"

The neighing of the war horses and the wailing of the Xianbei warriors are intertwined, the Xianbei cavalry has been in chaos, the Xianbei warriors in front desperately want to restrain their horses, but the Xianbei warriors in the back are still sprinting forward, the men and horses are crowded, and the Xianbei cavalry is constantly being squeezed into the trench and pierced by sharp antlers.

"Woohoo!"

The rain of arrows from the archers of the Han army did not stop because of the bad luck of the Xianbei people, and the dense arrows like locusts still seemed to be ruthlessly accumulated, constantly killing and injuring the Xianbei people.