When most of the world's poor people are still unable to see at night, because of his eating habits and professional characteristics, the sharper his eyes are, although he can't talk about penetrating the darkness, he can distinguish the outline of people early.

At this point, there is nothing to fear, the left and right Tang people are at the top, and they will die first, he slowly spit out a breath of turbidity, eliminated distracting thoughts, poured a feather arrow into his hand, licked the somewhat scattered arrow feathers with a rough tongue, and then put it on the string, the waist and abdomen sank slightly, and the long and straight hardwood bow was suddenly pulled away, pointing to the black figure reflected by the torch in the distance.

At this time, the drum beat in my ears has become a rhythmic and coherent percussion: "Knock, knock, knock......"

"Put!"

Several short and powerful words came out at the same time, and several "hiss" sounded in the Tang army's formation, a bit like the sound of the best silk silk being torn, and the stubborn knew that this was the Tang people's crossbow arrows, which were usually one or two hundred steps away, and now they were only fired so closely, one was that they could not aim in the dark, and the other was that their arrows were not enough, and each shot must cause the greatest casualties to the enemy.

Soon, a mournful shout was heard in the distance, and Bruly had no time to feel sorry for his fellow man, for his goal was clearly in front of him.

Thirty steps.

Twenty steps.

Fifteen steps.

The best hunter in Nuveri waited until the opponent had rushed within fifteen paces and could see the expression on his face clearly, then he let go of the bowstring, and without waiting to see the results of the battle, he took another one from his feet and quickly aimed it at the head and face of another enemy.

"Poof!"

The Tubo foot soldier who rushed to the top of the head, with a sense of inertia, fell straight in front of Zhang Wuyuan with a torch, and a feathered arrow was nailed to his neck, and he couldn't even make a sound.

"Kill!"

Zhang Wuxian was full of fighting spirit, shouted violently, stepped forward on the corpse that was not yet dead, and just left a space to wield, the two-meter-long and nearly thirty-pound Mo knife turned into a shining white light, drawing one arc after another, each arc will be rendered again by red, staggered in the black air.

The hundred-person battle formation, behind him is also a Mo knife hand, forming a small triangle, each other is the momentum of horns, which can also give the leader a chance to take a turn, so as not to overdraw his physical strength all of a sudden, originally such a formation was used for attacking, but the number of enemies was too large, and the frontal width was increased, which was beneficial to the enemy and not to me, so in the end, they still chose this formation.

This is the founding general of the Zhenguan Dynasty, Li Weigong, known as the "God of War", personally created the Six Flowers Array.

The Mo knife at the head of the formation suppressed the enemy's offensive, and the sword and shield, spear, and bow and crossbow at the back were the spikes when the soldiers were in close contact, and the two forces collided head-on in the dark, as if even the air was stagnant, and then there was a mixture of various sounds, gold and iron, flesh and blood, every sound meant that a life was weakened or disappeared, and in the face of an enemy ten times larger, even if it was armed to the teeth, the Tang army was still in a bitter battle from the beginning.

Against the snow wolf, it seems to be thrilling, but in fact, there is still a little respite, and in this battle, the enemy constantly emerges from the darkness and presses from all directions, like the tide endlessly, a little weaker, will be crushed by this pressure, even if a priceless old soldier like Zhang, who has been in the army for 30 years and has seen countless battles, he still feels that he is not breathing.

This kind of discomfort, reflected in the action, is a sense of blockage for no reason, swinging the knife hundreds of times in a row, the discomfort is becoming more and more obvious, and even the body can't keep up, how familiar the old partner Xu Guangjing is with him, he doesn't have to look back, he feels that something is wrong, but the pressure on his side is also very large, and it is difficult to take care of it for a while.

"Lao Zhang, change positions!"

Finally saw a loophole, he forced the enemy in front of him to not be able to step forward, and quickly roared, if it was on weekdays, he only needed a look to understand, and now he had to use shouting, the next thing was to go back to back, make a ninety-degree turn, and then be able to swap seats with each other, he came to take over the formation, somewhat relieving a little priceless pressure, but he didn't think about it, but the other party didn't move, just listen to the breathing sound from behind him, Xu Guangjing understood that the old partner was entangled and couldn't move at all.

Helpless, he had to stick to his position, and he didn't even have the strength to go up to support, because soon, he faced the same problem.

The desperate rush of the Tibetan infantry has affected the transformation of the formation, and once this conversion is not effective, it means that there is no time to replenish in a certain direction, and casualties and attrition will follow.

"Ho."

Liu Ji struggled to open a few wooden guns, his body took a step forward, he didn't chase and slash again, but kept moving forward like this, Mo Dao did not leave the front of him with a small movement, not to kill, but to kill out of the gap, as the only mobile force in the formation, at the beginning, he could still move freely in the formation, and when he saw where he was tight, he went up to help, and slowly the space for movement became smaller and smaller, before being completely isolated, he decided to rush to the front, where the pressure was the greatest.

Just moved step by step, and finally approached the battle, Liu Ji flashed in, standing in the position of holding the flag, the flag holder has been mixed with blood, just barely supporting, the two flag guards are also injured, desperately holding the wooden card, trying to block the pervasive swords, guns and arrows, even his small main flag, has become full of holes, shaking, the reason why the battle here is fierce is that the enemy not only wants to kill them, but also cut off this flag.

The flag is the soul of the army!

Liu Ji helped the flag with one hand, raised the flag with one hand, and with a fierce force, the end with the iron drill was deeply inserted into the mud.

"Hold on!"

He put the hand holding the flag on the flagpole so that he could lean on the pole, and then he carried the Mo knife and rushed up.

Zhang Wuxian is about to die, he doesn't know how many hits he has hit, the enemies who rushed from all directions have become shadowy in his eyes, and the Mo knife that usually acts as if nothing has happened, is like a thousand weights, and every time he swings, he has to use all his strength.

After blocking the thorn with instinct, he was stabbed in the leg again, although the wooden spear head could not penetrate the iron leaf, but the heavy blow made his figure bend all of a sudden, and he saw several spear heads coming straight to the front door, if he wanted to dodge, he could only abandon the knife and roll back, but in that case, the formation was lost.

Just when he was about to turn his head to dodge and swear not to retreat, the leather belt behind him was violently pulled, and the whole person turned upside down, but the knife in his hand did not fall off, but the person could no longer stand up, of course, those spear heads were also stabbed in the air.

Zhang Wuxuan fell to the ground on his back like this, all of them were covered by his comrades-in-arms, and he didn't even have the idea of getting up, because the vigorous figure in front of him was really a man, and he couldn't open it.

"Flag Guard!"

Liu Ji shouted without looking back, the Mo knife in his hand was no longer reserved, it opened and closed widely, and the sharp knife light shot out in all directions, and everyone was clothed, and the enemy's offensive was stuck!