"Blow the trumpet, attack." The eldest prince conveyed his orders hoarsely.

The trumpeter behind him, with a desperate expression, the horn that would continue to attack, blew with all his might, and as soon as the horn sounded, it stopped abruptly, and a huge arrow passed through his head without hindrance.

All the Wuhuan warriors know that only by rushing forward, there is a chance of victory, in this galloping of thousands of horses, as long as there is a slight hesitation, they will be immediately knocked to the ground by their comrades, trampled under the hooves of the horses, this is the result of tens of thousands of cavalry galloping and killing, there is no retreat, only forward.

The 20,000 Wuhuan warriors, with a kind of courage to the death, ignored the dense flying arrows in the sky, and plunged headlong into this rainstorm of arrows.

The sound of the puff of the giant sword into the flesh, the wailing and screaming of the dying warriors, the mournful screams of the war horses, and the loud sound of the heavy horses' hooves falling to the ground all converged into a tragic sound in the blink of an eye.

Batch after batch of giant arrows fell, and batch after batch of Wuhuan warriors rushed into the torrential rain of death without hesitation, and were stapped to death by the giant arrows in the blink of an eye.

The one in front fell, and the people behind howled, slashing their beloved mounts with their knives, causing them to burst out with the most powerful potential in their lives, hoping to rush through this rainstorm of death as quickly as possible.

Countless horses' hooves trampled the fallen comrades in front of them into a piece of flesh, whether dead or alive.

Countless war horses were knocked to the ground by their comrades who fell to the ground in front, and then before they could react, they were either shot into hedgehogs by the giant arrows of fear, or trampled into a pile of flesh and blood again by the comrades who rushed behind them.

The dense horse's hooves behind him, the dense giant arrows in front of him, the enemy formation seems to be so close, but it seems to be so far away, but as a prince, it may also be the favor of God, and there is not a single giant arrow to greet him. Prince Uyan miraculously and with a few lucky people, he rushed through the rain of the giant sword and rushed in front of the gun array.

At the first time, Prince Uyan, together with those lucky brothers, released the cavalry bow and arrow in his hand.

A few wolf-tooth arrows, with the anger of the Wuhuan warriors, pounced on the enemy's dense spear formation.

The eldest prince of Wuhuan saw that his wolf tooth arrow was fiercely pierced into the chest of a Han infantryman, and the strange-looking armor on the soldier's body blocked his wolf tooth arrow, but his body shook a little, and he was still squatting there steadily, and the spear like a wolf's tooth was still facing him steadily.

The feather arrows behind him continued to fall, and the screams and wails of the Wuhuan people were still shocking.

"Rush over, break their formations, slaughter their archers." The eldest prince shouted hoarsely, he must do this, only by breaking through the opponent's rejecting rifle formation and killing into their archer formation, can he stop the terrified arrow from firing any further, and can he save the lives of those brothers who continue to rush in behind him.

Now these lucky warriors have no choice but to use the lives of their horses and their chests to break through the other party's dense forest-like spears, in exchange for the opportunity to continue charging for their brothers behind them.

This is a charge without retreat, without a way back, whether it is Prince Wuhuan or those lowly tribesmen, in this war, in the face of death, all people's lives are equal.

The prince's war horse was a divine horse, and just as it was about to collide with the forest-like spear, the war horse suddenly rose up, like a heavenly horse, soared into the air, flew over the dense array of guns, and smashed into the center of the great array.

And just as the war horse was flying in the air, he saw that a dense layer of shield steel knives appeared below.

The huge body of the horse smashed the shield and fell to the ground with a bang, and at this moment, the eldest prince jumped up like a cloud, and the scimitar in his hand was inserted into the gap of a shield like lightning, resulting in the life of a sword and shield soldier.

A huge shield smashed into his head, and the eldest prince dodged the crisis with a dexterous flash, and the scimitar flew again, and a scream proved his victory.

Taking a step forward, two more shields blocked it head-on, and the eldest prince did not hesitate to collide with his body, and immediately knocked these two shields away, and the scimitar swung out again, and two screams flew out.

In front of him, there were no more sword and shield soldiers, and in front of him, the formation of bows and arrows that he dreamed of breaking appeared.

In just three steps, he could see the freckles on the archer's face.

This is a herd of lambs to the slaughter without any resistance, and as long as they kill him, the bow and arrow formation will be confused, and these Han archers will be afraid.

Fear can spread, according to the past, my own experience in facing Han Chinese archers, as long as one archer falls to the ground, the other archers will collapse in an instant, and the entire enemy formation will collapse, and victory will be within reach.

In two steps, his scimitar can cut down this archer with just a swing.

But at this moment, the expression of the archer on the opposite side shocked him.

The archer on the opposite side did not face his scimitar, his face showed that frightened look, and he did not panic, just when he gave up his life to pounce, when his scimitar slashed at his face, the archer still mechanically released the giant arrow in his hand, and then, ignoring the existence of his scimitar, stretched out his hand, grabbed a giant arrow inserted in front of his feet, wound it, opened the bow, and released it. Everything was so calm, calmly made the eldest prince feel cold.

Just when the archer grabbed a giant sword again, the eldest prince's scimitar slashed at his face, blood splattered, and the archer lay on his back on the ground, and did not make a single sound of wailing and screaming from beginning to end, and died so silently that it had no effect on his comrades.

And at the same time that the archer fell to the ground, an archer behind him did not run away, did not dodge, but stepped forward so firmly, added the position of this comrade-in-arms who had just died in battle, numbly grabbed the giant arrow inserted in the ground in front of his feet, continued to wind up and pull the bow, and let go, the whole action was still so calm, still so smooth as a peer.

The heart of the eldest prince fell into the ice cellar, what kind of army is this, what kind of death is this? What kind of strict military discipline is this? In the face of such an enemy, does the Wuhuan warriors still have any hope of victory?

He didn't have to think about the answer, because there was a sharp pain in his back, and then he saw that in his chest, there was an extra tip of a knife, and bright red blood was spurting out of the blood groove on the knife.

It's your own blood, so bright, so powerful.

The Grand Prince fell, his scimitar only an inch away from the archer in front of him.

Just this inch of distance, let him waste all his efforts, that is, this inch of distance, still did not make the archer stop his movements.

The archer, still indifferently and numbly, grabbed the giant arrow in front of him, wound it, drew the bow, and released-

(End of chapter)