The sickle formation is somewhat similar to the crescent formation in formation, except that the crescent moon array has fronts on both sides, which is suitable for rushing the enemy formation, and the sickle formation, as the name suggests, is shaped like a sickle, which is suitable for harvesting enemy infantry layer by layer.

This sickle-shaped formation is composed of countless small formations of three people and three horsemen, these three people and three horsemen alternately cover each other, when the cavalry as a sharp blade chop, the robe behind him is covering for him, and the leader of the person swings a knife, then the horse jumps forward, to the third position, a short rest, and at this time, the attack position of the first number is left to the comrades behind him, and at this time the third person rushes to the second cover position for its cover.

To put it bluntly, this sickle array is a combination of countless small small meat grinder-like formations, specially designed for harvesting enemy heads.

At this time, just when the Black Mountain thief army was in chaos and the running aggregation had not yet taken shape, Zhang He was already in a hurry to kill the front of the battle with the Five Tiger Soul Breaking Spear in his hand, while Sun Meng was holding a door-like giant sword to protect Zhang Hezhi's left, and Qin Chuan was also dragging his two-handed broadsword, eyeing Zhang He's right.

"Kill!" At the moment when the two armies rubbed each other, Zhang He's neck was bruised, and he shouted!

With this sound of drinking, Zhang He's legs clamped the horse's belly hard, his body was slightly oblique, the spear leaned out of his side, held the handle of the gun with one hand, held the tail of the gun with the other, and competed with both arms.

A shot swept through, and in a miserable scream, a splash of blood splashed, this was not the end of the nightmare of the Black Mountain Bandit Army, but just begun.

With Zhang He's one-shot contribution, Sun Meng and Qin Chuan, the two killing gods, also followed, the giant sword, two-handed broadsword is also like three prehistoric beasts, driven by Sun Qin and the two, open the bloody mouth, Sen Ran's fangs are between opening and closing, and Huo Ran bites off a piece of flesh and blood of the Black Mountain Army.

The wound has appeared, behind Zhang He, the sickle-shaped array composed of four hundred elite cavalry soldiers, slammed into the kill, in an instant, more than one hundred and thirty long knives, obliquely raised, under Zhang He's order, the brush slashed down, like a snow-white blade wave, crashed into the Black Mountain Army, the embankment formed by human flesh.

At the end of the first round of attacks, the first wave of cavalry soldiers retracted their swords and moved forward, regardless of their own records, strictly and perfectly maintained the formation, at this time, the attack of the second position, like a shadow, is also like the water of the rising tide, never stopping to impact.

Killing, worthy of the name, when the four hundred cavalry soldiers were like sickles, after sweeping the periphery of the Montenegrin thief army, they rushed all the way to a distance of several miles, and when they reorganized the formation again, the original periphery of the Montenegrin army no longer existed.

However, after a round of impact, the Montenegrin rear army, which was originally thought to be the safest, had nearly a thousand people, killed, disabled, or wounded, and fell in a pool of blood, wailing again and again.

At this time, Liu Yan, who was in charge of an army of dozens of honor guards, was still standing in place, seeing Zhang He's meritorious service, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he secretly shouted in his heart: It is worthy of the four court pillars of Hebei, the fifth general of Cao Wei, and the real good general!

"Haha, Mr. Wen Ruo, Master Wang, what do you think of General Zhang He?"

Seeing that Zhang Hefu had achieved such a brilliant record as soon as he fought, Liu Bian was also very proud, and showed off to Xun Yu and Wang Yue without a show.

"Yes, Your Majesty's discerning eyes, Zhang He's bravery, complement each other!" Xun Yu looked at Liu Yan, who had rarely recovered some of his youthful temperament at this time, and he was also satisfied with his smile and was very happy.

There are Ming Jun, there are good ministers, the image of Zhongxing has appeared, as Liu Yan's chief adviser Guang Luxun, how could Xun Yu be unhappy?

However, unlike Xun Yu's performance, Wang Yue, who has always been good at force, was speechless, just yesterday, when Gao Shun beheaded the Black Mountain Hundred Riders, Wang Yue was still a little unimpressed, just the more than 100 people, Wang Yue was confident that with him and his dozen or so apprentices, it was enough to leave the lives of the 100 riders.

However, today's battle of Zhang He undoubtedly taught him a vivid lesson, allowing him to appreciate the power of the real military array for the first time!

At this time, no matter how strong the personal strength is, when encountering the military battle array, in the face of neat and strict cooperation, in the face of the order and prohibition, even if ten or hundreds of people can be killed, but the final result is that it is difficult to escape the hatred of the battlefield

Looking at Wang Yue's stunned expression and his pensive eyes, Liu Wei also smiled slightly and did not ask any questions, and was afraid in his heart, which could make him calm, cautious and awe-inspiring, which was not in vain for Wang Yue.

Being able to receive such an unexpected joy, Liu Bian became more and more happy, and couldn't help but be arrogant, turned around and came to the huge snare drum, stretched out his hand to play a pair of drumsticks, and shouted loudly.

"Wait for me to personally drum it up, for my three armies, to strengthen the army!"

"Knock knock!" When Liu Bian's drumstick struck on the snare drum, the eight upper-chested drummers beside him suddenly burst into blood, and a pair of drumsticks flew up and down in his hands, and the drums suddenly resounded on the battlefield.

"Your Majesty personally beats the drum to strengthen the military might of our three armies!"

A gallop rode and reported to the battlefield that all the soldiers were already like a rainbow under the merits of the main general, and then they heard His Majesty personally beat the drum, and the morale was completely detonated at this moment.

Compared with the cavalry, the foot soldiers led by Gao Shun are more defensive, and now they are armored and sharp, like a mountain with spikes, pressing towards the Black Mountain camp, although the speed is slow, but the momentum is compelling.

At this time, Zhang He, who had completed a wave of attacks, had already sorted out the formation again, and the cavalry battalion, which was as sharp as a knife, set off again, with the call of hell, raised the bloodstained long knife, and swept towards the Black Mountain army formation for the second time in the fierce sound of the snare drums and the rapid sound of horses' hooves.

"100 rides, 100 rides!?"

Yu Yigen is like a red-eyed gambler, he began to go crazy, when the foot soldiers couldn't keep the footsteps of the cavalry, all they were left with was death and helplessness!

At this time, in Yu Digen's heart, only the hundred-person cavalry who had just been incorporated could block Zhang He's cavalry, but Yu Yigen was still a little self-aware, and the hundred-person cavalry wanted to win more than 400 cavalry, which is estimated to be unsuccessful, but as long as the more than 400 cavalry can be entangled, then it will be considered a great success.

"Yu Shuai, are you looking for us?"

Zhang Yue turned his horse and came to Yu Yigen's side, with a bloodthirsty sneer on the corner of his mouth, while the hundred riders followed closely behind Zhang Yue and surrounded Yu Yigen's side.

"Go! Stop that cavalry for Ben Shuai! This commander and the foot soldier will answer you! ”

"Whoa!"

Zhang Yue clenched his fists, stretched out his hand and pulled out the saber at his waist, held it in his hand, raised it high, and shouted loudly: "Brothers, kill me!" ”

At the exit of the killing word, the three-foot Qingfeng in the air was held high, and with a sudden wave, under the reflection of the scorching sun, a Qingfeng transformed into a green lotus was instantly stained into a bright red fire lotus by the blood that was splashed out.

Yu Yigen, a generation of Black Mountain thief chiefs, with round eyes and a big head with blank eyes, also flew into the air.