Chapter 322: Line of Attack

Is Jerro still the invincible warrior without a longbow? Yes....... everyone was surprised to see as Jerro shouted and rushed forward, his sword swinging just right at Morgo's chest. Morgo wielded a long sword, which was better suited to the enemy, at least for now, than the cavalry sword in Zhero's right hand and the off-hand blade that could be drawn at any time in his left hand. As a sharpshooter, Zheluo's name spread throughout the grassland, and Morgo naturally heard of it, but it was precisely because of this that Morgo obviously underestimated Zheluo's combat effectiveness without bows and arrows. He pushed the long knife with both hands and flattened it, only to find that his arm was numb from the shock. Morgo was shocked, his strength was directly proportional to his voice, and he had been resting just now, no more than Zheluo had been fighting for a while just now, it should have been a lot of consumption. Drawing a bow and shooting arrows is quite a loss of arm strength, not to mention a sharp archer and a super fast archer like Zheluo.

Morgo let out a loud shout. The sound was as lethal as it was. He pushed away Zheluo, and it was a knife in his hand. What Moorge didn't expect was that the cavalry sword in Zheluo's right hand picked up the blade, and the second-hand blade in his left hand stabbed it towards Morgo's chest, completely in a desperate posture.

Ye Tao was secretly frightened, this Zheluo is usually very leisurely, even if he was in the vicious battle just now, he seemed to be strolling leisurely, and he didn't have any anxious look at all, but now, he was desperately trying to be like this. Liu Yong was already prepared, and as soon as he saw that Zheluo was in any danger, he was ready to pounce and rescue Zheluo no matter what. And being able to take someone's life in Liu Yong's hands, even if Liu Yong says that it is impossible, it is not too exaggerated.

Jerro was desperate, but Morgo was not nervous at all. He is known to be a wicked man, and he is not only resentful, but even a little complacent. Such a wicked person has experienced too much to be hated and fight with himself. He leaned slightly sideways and sealed Jerro's hand with the hilt of his sword.

Unexpectedly, Zheluo actually pounced on the whole person, although he couldn't stab Morgo, but he grabbed his armor and cloak, and directly pulled him to fall off the horse. And when he got to the ground, the more prepared Jerro landed on the ground with both feet, which was a standard over-the-shoulder fall, and then took advantage of the momentum to push Morgo to the ground with his shoulder. The cavalry sword in his right hand had been thrown away, but he still stabbed it hard with the second-hand blade in his left hand.

Morgo was also in a hurry, he screamed, bent his body, and smashed his knee on the back of Zhero, who was entangled with him. Just as Jerro's body was stunned and the off-hand blade of his left hand was inserted into the soil, Morgo's body shrank and rolled out of the way, and then his legs kicked hard on Jerro's body. Jerro rolled out several laps in a row.

Morgo's personal soldiers immediately made a loud noise, but they immediately found that the guards around Ye Tao didn't even have the slightest change in expression. They looked at the tens of thousands of troops led by Morgo, as if they were looking at a group of private individuals. The guards all controlled the horses in a reserved manner, huddled around Ye Tao, and did not even pull out their weapons, but this calm, rational, and abyssive momentum should not be underestimated.

Both Jerro and Morgo rose from the ground, and the clash of cavalry turned into the most popular grappling and wrestling in the steppe. Morgo was a little dizzy from the over-the-shoulder throw, and Jerro was kicked hard. But Jerro's eyes were filled with a desire and fanaticism for battle, burning eagerly, as if to set the whole battlefield on fire.

Morgo had already thrown away the long knife when he fell from his horse, and he also pulled out the scimitar hanging from his body. The two confronted each other, circled around, and looked at each other. Just as Jerro turned very close to the cavalry sword that was close to him, he suddenly spun around, hooked the handle of the cavalry sword on the tip of his toes, and picked the cavalry sword to spin and flew towards Morgo. Just as Morgo was stunned, Zaro had pounced on him from another angle, still spinning, as if he were performing some kind of dance that was so popular in the grassland, as if he was flying lightly above the blades of grass.

Jerro still held the off-hand blade in his left hand, and he even pulled one out of his belt and spun it around, stabbing it into Morgo's chest in the daze of everyone around him. And at this moment, the scimitar in Morgo's hand was also stuck in his body, stuck in his ribs. Blood was pouring out......

"Kill! - Ye Tao shouted loudly, rushed forward first, but the guards around him seemed to have been prepared for this moment, their movements were almost as if they were carved out of a mold, they lifted the reins very consistently, clamped their legs, and drew the cavalry sword from the saddle in the same unison, pointing straight at the enemy in front of them. Behind them, the three guards who had just been responsible for protecting Zheluo jumped to the ground the moment after Ye Tao and his party swept past Zheluo, one of them clamped Zheluo tightly, and the other person quickly took out bandages and hemostatic powder from the saddle, and quickly pressed the wound for Zheluo.

Zheluo looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, and his eyes full of battle spirit revealed a hint of moistness. "God bless!" He stretched out his hands to the sky and shouted with all his strength.

"God bless!" All the tribal warriors shouted in unison, and at this time, Dai Shiheng also issued an order for the whole army to attack with a low horn at the right time.

The tribal warriors made all sorts of strange noises, regardless of the array, and rushed out in a hula-la-la. But at this moment, the enemy army in the fourth formation suddenly had no commander, especially the cavalry of the Kolka tribe, and they were so shocked that they couldn't react to this usually fierce Morgo, who was actually crucified by Zheluo in three or two blows, and there was only fear in their hearts in the face of the all-round impact of this enemy army.

"Fifth formation, press it on me." Jiang Xujing didn't wait for the front to collapse before making a decision, and immediately ordered to put pressure on the other party, and suppressed Ye Tao's offensive no matter what...... These formations were fought too fast and too fiercely, making the current situation of the battlefield farther and farther away from his expectations. But at this moment, he has no other way.

What kind of combat effectiveness does Ye Tao's guard team have? Although there are many uncertainties in cavalry warfare and large corps operations, their strength has become so strong that they can almost ignore these uncertainties. The first thing they faced was Kolka's cavalry, but these guards had the advantage in terms of armor, horses, weapons, abilities, mentality, and even luck. They are like a sharp knife that delicately cuts through the pieces of cream. And at this moment, the warriors of the Yunzhou tribe, whose emotions were in full swing, also exerted their full combat strength and rolled forward rumblingly. The heavy infantry moved forward step by step, not greedy for speed, but their uniform footsteps were like beating the drums for the attack of the Yunzhou army, and they were also full of terrifying power......

"General Dai, the airship found Ni Sigui Jia Qingyun's department, and it's here." An intelligence staff officer hurriedly ran into the command tent and pointed out the location on the map. A staff officer on the side immediately placed a small flag in this position.

"All the airships are in the air, and all this way will be handed over to the airship troops, so blow them up for me." Dai Shiheng glanced at that position obliquely and said indifferently. The current situation on the battlefield, if this side moves fast enough, it can already ignore the other party's help, even if Ni Sigui Jia Qingyun is only less than half an hour away from the maintenance of the battlefield.

"How's it going on the battlefield?" On the more detailed sand table on the other side, staff officers were quickly marking the location and current situation of the various battalions on the map based on reports from several observation posts, as well as the observed enemy situation.

"Ye Tao is good, he has suppressed the speed of the troops behind." Dai Shijin and Dai Shiheng looked at each other, and Dai Shijin said appreciatively. "It's good that I didn't rush forward, otherwise I really wouldn't be able to suppress the formation."

Now what they are worried about is that because of this counterattack, the two sides are too densely entangled and too deeply connected. Even now, the opponent's strength is still above his own, and the consumption of his own sergeants has been a little large, and some battalions with very heavy tasks have been reduced by more than thirty percent. If you still have to rush forward regardless of it, the Yunzhou army's advantage of strong individual ability and well-equipped soldiers will gradually be neutralized. And if the contact is too deep, the bigger danger is that if Ni Sigui and Jia Qingyun's troops arrive ahead of schedule, it will be difficult for the army to pull out enough troops to carry out a two-front battle.

Although Ye Tao was the first to order the attack, he was also aware of this situation very early, and he was at the front of the battlefield, beckoning everyone to form an iron-like attack line that rolled forward. He was right in the middle of the attack line, constantly shouting, asking everyone to attack, pause, and the rear team attacked more and more, sorting out the formation and so on...... On both flanks, Tan Weiran and Cheng Chi also struggled to maintain their troops and maintain the same pace of attack.

The whole attack was as if it was rehearsing some kind of peculiar formation, with some kind of bizarre rhythm. This flat but constantly moving line of attack is enough exciting game for the bloodthirsty Yunzhou army.

"One...... Two...... Three...... Four...... Five...... Yunzhou forward! The whole step was shouted into such a slogan, repeated over and over again. And every repetition means that the entire front of the Yunzhou army has smashed deeper into the formation of the Xiling army. It was fun at first, but after a dozen or twenty times, it almost became a paranoia. In some sections, the enemy troops in front of them were already so frightened that they retreated far away, and the Yunzhou army in front of them would rather let go of the air in turn, so that there was no enemy in front of them, and they were not willing to destroy this neat attack line on the ground, and even their rotation was carried out as usual. Everything fell into a paranoid situation.

“…… I wish I had the privilege of commanding such an army in this life. Jiang Xujing shook his head and let out a sigh of emotion.