To the south of the Suzdal River, west of the town of Noslav, on the vast Kiev plain, a great war is brewing. On June 25, the fifth year of Taikang, there were vast black clouds in the southwest of the Shiqiao stronghold, and in the distant places, the flags were waving, the swords and guns were numerous, and more than 10,000 Slavic infantry, covering the sky and the sun, endlessly, and the huge pressure swept in, and the Shiqiao stronghold at this time was so small, like a broken sailboat in the sea, which would be overturned at any time. The earth trembled, the birds flew far away, and no living creature wanted to come near this heaven and earth, which was full of the breath of death. The scorching sun carries the heat of early summer, the vision is a little blurred, bathed in the sun, but you can't feel the slightest warmth, and the coldness of death stimulates everyone's heart. Zhao Mingjiu held the saber tightly, the handle of the knife was covered with sweat, even if he had experienced countless lives and deaths, he still couldn't resist the pressure that came to his face, and now there were only more than a thousand defenders in the Shiqiao stronghold, as the forward post of the Kiev Plain, the big battle came, and it was the first to bear the brunt. Looking up at the scorching sun, his forehead was wrinkled, and he was afraid that he would not be able to escape this battle after all. Zhao Mingjiu was born from a humble background, and it is precisely because of his humility that he knows how to live better. Rolling in the world, everyone has a death, if it is certain to die, then bravely meet it, because only with fear, real struggle, it is possible to live.

With a bang, a long knife crossed a graceful arc, glowing with a faint cold light, raising the knife in his hand, Zhao Mingjiu's old-fashioned face revealed iron-like fortitude, and the hoarse and rough voice reached everyone's ears. At this time, Zhao Mingjiu was fierce, and his eyes widened angrily, "In the final battle to the death, we will fight to the death." We are the warriors of the sharp front battalion, the sword is like thunder and fire, the attack is like the swift wind, and we will never retreat. Raise your weapons, cut through the firmament of hell, inherit the light of darkness, and carry glory, protect our families, and maintain the prestige of the regent. The glory of our ancestors is still flowing, and the glory of greatness will continue. We will fight to the death, for the sake of our family, for the glory, for the sake of the regent, kill! ”

In the face of the enemy army that covers the sky and the sun, the tide of offensive, how small the individual is, who is not afraid? Many young faces, showing frightened expressions, some people's hands trembled slightly, when Zhao Mingjiu's voice sounded in the stronghold, they seemed to be infected by something, and the lost courage slowly returned. Suddenly, an earth-shattering cry erupted from the stronghold, and the voices rose one after another, soaring into the sky, flying up to the nine heavens, "We will fight to the death, for the sake of our family, for the glory, for the sake of the regent, kill.... Kill ....."

The gate of the stronghold had long since collapsed, and a group of soldiers in black armor looked ahead with blazing eyes, and they no longer feared or hesitated. The wave-like attack of the Slavs was getting closer and closer, and Zhao Mingjiu finally moved, "Set up the shield, the crossbowmen prepare, after a distance of thirty zhang, within a quarter of an hour, all the arrows will be scattered, the pikemen will move forward, and the wings will be tightened." ”

"Huh.... "Even in the face of an enemy ten times their size, the soldiers of the Ruifeng Battalion still have the same face, and at this moment, whoever is afraid will die quickly." The horn of war finally sounded, and behind the Slavic infantry that spread over the mountains was a man with bare arms and golden armor, a burly man with blond hair like a lion, and his whole body burst with surging strength, holding two broadswords and knotted muscles in his arms. He is a warrior who came out of the Caucasus, a killer nicknamed "Demon Hound", his name is Murye, his arm strength is amazing, he entered the Duchy of Suzdal at the age of thirteen, and with the Yuri family to fight in all directions, in fifteen years, Mannye has grown from a lowly wooden spearman to the first warrior under Yuri, and he is the consul of the Lion Legion. Manerye looked coldly at the battlefield in the distance, and his tall body also stood out from the crowd. The buzzing sound kept sounding, the rain of arrows covered the sky, like a plague of locusts flying overhead, the Slavs maintained a dense charging formation, facing the swarming rain of arrows, there was nowhere to dodge, and in the blink of an eye, the people in the front fell one piece. However, the Slavs did not stop, did not even have the heart to stop and watch, they could only rush forward, because behind them stood the "demon hound". Murye is not only fierce to the enemy, but also ruthless to his own people, the lion army is a word of Murye, he wants to rush, he wants to retreat, he wants to retreat, and those who violate the order have only a dead end.

There are not many soldiers and horses left in Kipros today, and the Xiongshi Corps is definitely an infantry corps with the strongest combat effectiveness, and the Lion Corps is strong in combat, which is forced out by strict training. In this harsh training environment, many people were forced into war machines. Zhao Mingjiu ordered the arrow rain offensive, but the arrows in the stronghold were limited after all, and the arrow rain seemed so weak in the face of the tide of enemy troops. In less than a quarter of an hour, the arrows ran out, and the men of the Lion Regiment had crossed the death zone, stepping on the corpses of their companions, raising their weapons in their hands, and erupting into a frenzied tiger roar, "Ulla... Ulla...."

Boom, the Slavs crashed into it like hammers, their attacks didn't seem to have any formation, they didn't have any rules, but they were crazy enough. Several people hit the shield, pushed forward hard, and in the face of the spear that stabbed out at any time, they simply blocked it with the corpse, and more and more corpses lay on the shield, and the Slavs behind ignored it, directly stepped on the corpse as a ladder, grabbed the shield and slashed down. Zhao Mingjiu gasped, it was the first time since he crossed the Qiu Suming jungle that he had encountered such crazy Slavic soldiers, and they almost didn't care about casualties in order to break through the defensive line. Due to the madness of the Slavs, there were countless casualties, and the heavy shield array had been piled up into a mountain of corpses before. The soldiers of the Ruifeng battalion were also stimulated, they were the most elite soldiers, they were the personal guards of His Royal Highness the Regent, and they would definitely not lose to anyone. This crazy behavior of the Slavs also provoked the ferocity of the soldiers of the Sharp Blade Battalion, one of them lost his long knife and snatched a spear, just when a Slavic soldier stepped on the corpse and poked his head out, trying to jump over the shield, Na Du Tong was quick and stabbed the head of the Slavic soldier directly, and the head of the spear pierced out of the back of the head, and the blood was dripping on it, mixed with white things, "Brothers, don't be afraid, the shield hand will retreat back with the gap, and the spearman will go up with me." ”

Under his infection, the morale of the shield soldiers was greatly boosted, and they actively tilted their shields to expose the gaps, and they all held spears and rushed forward along the gaps. It has been a fierce battle for nearly half an hour, and a mountain of corpses has been piled up in front of the shield array before, and at this time, without the support of the shield, the corpses fell down in an uproar, and many Slavic soldiers standing on the corpse mountain couldn't react, and they couldn't stand steadily under their feet, so they rolled down directly. A thousand-year-old thick eyebrows upside down, hateful Orientals, actually removed their shields at this time, they don't want to live? What surprised him even more was that not only did the shield-bearer retreat, but those who were hiding behind the shield actually rushed up, which was really unexpected. Are the Oriental people insulting people, they are obviously in a disadvantaged position, and they dare to take the initiative to pounce.

Puff, puff, many Slavs did not expect that the shield was withdrawn, and the other party would advance instead of retreating, and before they could react, they were stabbed to death near the mountain of corpses by the spear of black pressure. However, the Slavs' attack was only slight, and then the fierce momentum resurged, and the commander drew his broadsword, his eyes were red and roared, "The Easterners can't hold it anymore, pounce on them, and kill them." ”

Countless Slavs climbed from the mountain of corpses and launched a frenzied encirclement and suppression of more than 200 pikemen. The Lion Regiment was bound to win the stronghold of Ishibashi, and they thought that this battle would be easily won, and even the Orientals were under pressure and had a great chance of giving it up. But the course of the battle was not at all what they imagined, the Orientals were like mad dogs, relying on their strongholds, forming an iron defensive line, and in the face of this iron, the Slavic soldiers suffered countless casualties. The mountain of corpses is full of stumps and broken arms, and now the weather is getting hotter and hotter, and the heat wave is mixed with the smell of blood, which is even more pungent. The blood could not be dried, and walking over the mountain of corpses, everyone was like a demon crawling out of purgatory. Desolation, terror, wailing, between heaven and earth, form a picture of death. A Slavic soldier jumped down from the mountain of corpses, holding a pikeman and opening his mouth to bite, the scimitar in his hand kept cutting down, the pikeman roared in pain, his arm was forced to look down, the flesh tendons were not all broken, connected to the broken arm on the ground, and the Slavic soldier had half a piece of meat in his mouth, but before he had time to be happy, there was a steel knife on the top of his head that was slashed down, this knife was so powerful that a head rolled to the side like a blood gourd.

This is the battlefield, there is not the slightest artistic beauty, some are just killing, and some are just how to slaughter each other. Once they fought together, how could they have the slightest idea, the soldiers of the Ruifeng battalion were brave and good at fighting, known as the strongest battalion in the army, after all, they could not defeat the Slavs who followed one after another, and more than 200 soldiers were flooded by the tide in the blink of an eye. This is the difference in strength, in the face of strong strength, any tactics, any formation, any intrigue and intrigue seem so weak. But their sacrifice was worth it, in less than a stick of incense, the shield soldiers had been constantly retreating, coming to the outside of the stronghold wall, leaning against the stronghold bluestone wall, reforming a defensive line, due to the obstruction of the wall, the Slavs could not attack from both sides in a short period of time, and could only rush head-on, so that the area of the attack was reduced, and the Slavs were weakened in disguise. Zhao Mingjiu's face did not change in the slightest, just like a dead man's face, and in the distant rear, Manerye was already enraged. It's just more than 1,000 Orientals, and in a short period of time, more than 1,000 casualties have been inflicted on the Lion Corps.

"Ahh Roar..."Murye roared, like a lion roaring, shocking people's hearts, urging the war horse under his crotch, he rushed to the stronghold angrily, he wanted to participate in this battle himself, let the Orientals see the power of Caucasian men. With golden armor and a war horse, Manerye was like a god descending from the sky, and when he saw his figure, the Slavs were in high spirits and kept roaring. Getting closer and closer, Murye was not afraid, there was only excitement on his face, he used the broadsword as a heavy horse, held the broadsword in one hand, and slammed it into the shield. With a bang, everyone was stunned, and even Zhao Mingjiu couldn't help frowning. The shield was actually blown out and smashed against the wall, and the three soldiers behind the shield were also knocked to the ground. Everything came too suddenly, and no one expected that Manerye would be so fierce, and what an inhuman force he was to hit the heavy shield with one hand. Murje showed his might, and the Slavs were encouraged to attack more fiercely. Zhao Mingjiu was shocked in his heart, although he didn't want to admit it, but he knew that the two of them couldn't beat this strong man in golden armor.

As the gap in the shield array grew larger and wider, the entire defense line collapsed, and the pikemen and swordsmen who were behind the shield array could not stop the swarming Slavs. Like a god of killing, Murye continues this nightmare of killing. Zhao Mingjiu's heart was dripping blood, but he still restrained himself and stood at the door with his saber, "Everyone retreats to the stronghold and relies on the terrain to resist. ”

At this point, Zhao Mingjiu never thought about being alive, and now, he can only kill and injure as many Slavs as possible. The remnants of less than two hundred soldiers, in front of more than seven thousand Slavic soldiers, were like a bedbug, ready to be crushed to death at any time. Murye looked contemptuously at the stone bridge stronghold in front of him, he felt that the victory was already in his hands, and none of these Orientals could escape, and all of them would become the souls of their own swords. Boom, looking up, it turned out to be a section of the wall that had collapsed with the attack. Victory was in sight, and the Slavic soldiers rushed excitedly into the stronghold, and some of the soldiers of the Ruifeng battalion who did not have time to retreat into the stronghold were tortured and killed by the enemy who was several times their size.

Looking back, the ground was full of corpses, the sun was shining, but there was a thick dark aura spreading under the dome, and under the scorching sun, it seemed that one soul was slowly rising. Manerye couldn't help frowning, he didn't expect a small stone bridge stronghold to lose so many people, this is just the beginning, as the battle deepens, how many will survive in the end? Zhao Mingjiu has been resisting, he will not escape, there is nowhere to escape, and he will not surrender. There were many traps in the stronghold, but they could not stop the crazy Slavs at all, and there were fewer and fewer people around them, until there was no one else.

Zhao Mingjiu was covered in blood, scars everywhere, his saber was hanging low, and his arms were constantly oozing blood, he had become a bloody man, and he couldn't see his original appearance. The Slavs were surrounded by fierce gods, and at this moment, it seemed that only one of them was left in the world, facing the scorching sun alone.

However, the corners of Zhao Mingjiu's mouth cracked, and he actually smiled, his smile was kind, and it was like a mockery and ridicule, and the hundreds of Slavs around him couldn't help but shudder, and the encirclement was also shaken and expanded outward. This is a terrible oriental, and in this stronghold it is not known how many fellow Slavs died at his hands. He smiled at this point, more like a bloodthirsty demon.

A commander was annoyed, clenched his spear, and roared loudly, "Let's go together, kill this guy, he can't do it anymore, don't be afraid of him." ”

The commander of the thousand soldiers spoke, and suddenly a dozen soldiers echoed, all holding weapons and roaring and rushing forward. Zhao Mingjiu wanted to raise his hand, but he had no strength, but there was still a little breath in his heart, "The glory of the ancestors is still flowing, and the great glory will continue." We will fight to the death, for the sake of our family, for the glory, for the sake of the regent, kill! ”

With the last bit of strength in his life, his arm was raised, but he couldn't fall, he couldn't feel the pain anymore, his vision became more and more blurred, and there were only hideous faces around him. Some of them were laughing, some were panicking, and some were shocked. A hot wind blew, and the burly body fell to the ground, small, but like a mountain. A corpse was lying quietly on the ground, dozens of Slavic soldiers surrounded the corpse, and no one moved, everyone look at me, I look at you, no one knows what to do with it. At this moment, Mannye finally walked into the stronghold, just coughed twice, and the Slavic soldiers took the initiative to get out of the way, Mannye didn't think much about it, but after looking at the corpse on the ground, he still recognized it, this guy was the commander of the Easterners, and many Slavic warriors died at his hands. Like his nickname, Manerye is ruthless and vicious, although there is a gap between him and the skinner, but he is also a big ruthless person, and he immediately frowned and touched the tip of his nose, "You guys, chop off his head, find a wooden stick, and put it outside, let the Orientals see it, and resist our fate." Hmph, if you don't give the Orientals some color, I really think I'm no one in Kipros. ”

The lawyer Zhuo Ko has always followed behind Murye, he was born in the Suzdal nobility and was trained in chivalry, so he looked down on Murye's approach a little, and couldn't help but whisper, "Your Excellency, it's not good to do this, and in this way, won't it anger the Orientals." This Oriental man is also heroic, since he is dead, he deserves respect, it is better to bury him! ”

Although Zhuo Ke deliberately lowered his voice, at this time, the crowd was close, and many people still heard it, and most of them nodded secretly and looked at Murye with inquiring eyes. In fact, many people have the same idea as Zhuo Ke, although it is a hostile relationship, killing you and me on the battlefield, but warriors always need respect, because of this, everyone surrounded for a long time, and no one went up to toss the body of the Oriental. Murje felt the doubtful gaze around him, and a nameless fire rose in his heart, he was born poor, and his early life experience caused him to be very sensitive, and the most annoying thing was to be questioned, he wanted to be a nobleman, to be a nobleman who was full of words. Isn't Zhuo Ke just from a better background, and he is still not under himself, so why should he refute the orders of the consuls? With a frowning brow, El Ye looked at the people around him gloomily, "Didn't you hear my order?" Quickly chop off his head, let out the wind, and say that everything was instructed by me. I just want to provoke the Orientals and let them come, only cowards will be afraid of the Orientals. ”

Manerye's words and deeds are arrogant and domineering, and his temperament is flamboyant, but when he said this, Zhuo Ke really couldn't get off the stage, didn't he scold him Zhuo Ke was a coward? But now that the enemy is present, Zhuo Ke can only endure it, but he secretly curses a few words in his heart. This untouchable man who came out of the Caucasus Mountains, in addition to being brave and full of mush, if it weren't for the fact that His Excellency the Grand Duke was employing people, where would it be his turn to show off his might. Hmph, he still wants to be a nobleman, is he worthy of being a nobleman with his words and deeds? Every nobleman must have the spirit of chivalry, a proud knight, who can kill his opponent, but cannot insult his opponent, because to insult the opponent is to insult himself.

With Manerye's order, Zhao Mingjiu's head was propped up on a wooden stake, the blood had already dried up under the scorching sun, and his pale eyes looked at the east, telling of anger and resentment. Forty miles east of the stronghold of Shiqiao, an infantry army of about 5,000 men was slowly advancing, one of the generals holding a double whip and his armor was engraved with the red lines of the grain road. Stampeding, a scout galloped wildly, the horse's hooves raised smoke and dust, blurred the field of vision, came to the front, the scout rolled off the horse, knelt on one knee on the ground, "Qi Qi Cao commanded the envoy, the Slavs sent tens of thousands of troops to besiege the Shiqiao stronghold, and now the stronghold has fallen, and the commander Zhao Mingjiu was killed in battle." ”

"Hmm" Cao Yuan frowned angrily, and there was fire in his eyes. Tens of thousands of troops besieged the stronghold of Shiqiao, and the Slavs were really generous, and even Zhao Mingjiu was killed in battle. Of course, Cao Yuan was angry, the soldiers of the Ruifeng Battalion stationed in the stronghold were His Highness's personal soldiers, and they lost so many people at once. To Cao Yuan's surprise, the scout hadn't stood up yet, just lowered his head, his shoulders trembled, and he seemed to be sobbing, Cao Yuan's heart shuddered, could there be anything else? Exhaled, tapped the top of the scout's head, and said angrily, "What's the matter, don't you hurry up and say it, are you still afraid that Ben will not be able to bear it?" ”

"Commander Cao.... I... I.... The hateful Slavic barbarians, they just occupied the stronghold, and they also cut off the head of General Zhao, propped it on the stake, and let out the words, no matter who went to the Shiqiao stronghold, there were people who went and couldn't get back" After the scout said this, he knelt on the ground and cried bitterly, he was a soldier brought out by Zhao Mingjiu, watching the head of his own commander being exposed to the sun on the stake, but he couldn't take it back, what a tormenting feeling?

Cao Yuan, who had always been steady, finally couldn't keep calm, his body shook, and he said angrily, "What? These Slavic barbarians, who are really hateful, actually did such a thing, but they did not expect to destroy the skinning family, and a group of brutes came out. Wei Qianxiao, quickly go to the order, the target is directly at the Shiqiao stronghold, and send a message to His Highness, asking for reinforcements, before the big battle, we will destroy this group of beasts. ”

Cao Yuan really didn't understand, why there was such a beast after the skinning family was destroyed, this was simply challenging the bottom line of the Dingguo Army. The scout's voice was not low, the soldiers on the march heard it really well, and it didn't take long for Zhao Mingjiu's matter to spread throughout the army, and when they heard what happened to Zhao Mingjiu, the soldiers' blood surged, and they couldn't wait to fly to the Shiqiao stronghold one by one. Wei Qianxiao naturally did not dare to object, and immediately ran to give the order, and soon, Cao Yuan's 5,000-strong army began to march towards the Shiqiao stronghold.

Zhao Yougong had already left the town of Nosla a long time ago, the army was opened, and he was also far behind, the final battle was coming, there could be no peaceful land within a radius of a hundred miles, and this battle was about the belonging of Istria, and he was needed to boost morale. Xiao Zhiyun naturally followed by her side, the specific battle plan has been arranged, and then it depends on the on-the-spot response. A military newspaper was passed to Xiao Zhiyun, she glanced at it twice, but folded it again. Zhao Yougong had been thinking about the battle situation, and didn't notice this detail, Sanniang was very close, saw everything in his eyes, and couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "What's the matter?" ”

"See for yourself" Xiao Zhiyun thought about it, and still handed the general newspaper to Sanniang. Sanniang is very curious, how many years, Xiao Zhiyun is not surprised, and her joy and anger are invisible, but today she has a gloomy face. After glancing at the content of the military report, Sanniang couldn't help but clench her fists, and the blue tendons on her forehead skyrocketed, making a click-click sound. Zhao Yougong finally noticed that something was wrong, and reached out to take the general's report, and when he knew what had happened, his chest was filled with anger. Zhao Mingjiu actually died in the Shiqiao stronghold, and his head was also propped up on a wooden stake. Almost instinctively, I thought of the atrocities that the Skinners had done, "Very good, this man named Manerye has a bit of guts, is he trying to provoke this king?" Enough, give Shao Lie an order, let him concentrate all the cavalry in the stronghold of Shiqiao, and leave the Viache army in the west alone, this king wants to destroy this group of beasts first, do you really think that if you have a little advantage in troops, you can do whatever you want? ”

"Okay, I'll go and give the order" Xiao Zhiyun knew that it was useless to say more, this man had already made up his mind, and it was difficult to change it, and besides, the five thousand cavalry went to the Shiqiao stronghold or went to the southwest front, the impact was not too great, as long as it could defeat Manerye's soldiers and horses in one day, everything would be worth it. When the military order came, Yang Zaixing was planning how to cooperate with the infantry cavalry, but when the military order came, he would not delay, and immediately ordered all the cavalry who were stationed to rest and move to the Shiqiao stronghold in the north, just in cooperation with Cao Yuan's army, and stormed the Shiqiao stronghold.

The area of the Shiqiao stronghold is not large, which is also the reason why Zhao Mingjiu only has thousands of soldiers around him, and the garrison is so large, and there are too many people to fit it. After a fierce battle, Manerye's soldiers and horses also need to rest, although there are some casualties, but the strength of the battle still reaches more than seven thousand people, so many people and horses, Manerye is still full of confidence. With a bang, the door was pushed open, and a centurion walked in in a panic, "Your Excellency, the news from the front, the two armies of the Oriental people are coming towards us from the east and the south, and the south is still full of cavalry, with a strength of no less than three thousand, and the soldiers and horses on the Grand Duke's side are blocked by the Oriental people fifty miles away, and the situation is not good for us now." ”

Hey, there was a lot of cool air all around, and the always arrogant Murje also showed a hint of horror, and there were even a large number of cavalry, and the number of infantry and cavalry was estimated to reach tens of thousands. The Orientals are really arrogant enough, and for a small stone bridge stronghold, they used one-third of their troops at once. Zhuo Ke's face was very ugly, and he glared at Manerye, hum, isn't it a shock to the Orientals? Well, now the Orientals were not frightened, and they really gathered heavy troops to kill them. The intention of the Oriental people is obvious, that is, to take advantage of the war in the east before the start of the war, gather heavy troops to take down the Shiqiao stronghold first. All this is thanks to Male Erye, without his arrogant actions, the Orientals would not have been so ruthless.

Manerye is arrogant and arrogant, but he is not stupid, he will not be afraid at all in the face of tens of thousands of infantry, the problem is that now the other party is united in foot and cavalry, which is a little scary. The stronghold of Shiqiao is so small, most of the soldiers and horses are stationed outside, relying on pure infantry, and in the absence of corresponding armaments, how can they fight together with other people's infantry and cavalry? These Orientals are really a bunch of mad dogs, and in order to get revenge, they don't care?

At the end of the day, the battle rekindled in the Shiqiao stronghold, which had just been calm for a long time, and after Cao Yuan rested for half an hour, he immediately ordered the Shiqiao stronghold to be threatened with a wild goose array. The shield stood tall in front of him, spears poking out of the gaps, and every step forward was accompanied by an earth-shattering roar. The wild geese array, the left and right are separated, and the middle road is heavy, like a long rainbow through the sun, piercing everything. More than 5,000 people, like a black cloud, slowly shrugged over the heads of the Slavs, who felt the tremendous pressure. When I stormed the stronghold before, I had already seen the power of the Orientals, and now so many people are forced over in a strange formation, can the result be better? At this moment, many people began to scold Manerye, what a fucking pit man, if it weren't for him, would the Oriental people be staring at a small stone bridge stronghold?

It seemed that there was still some distance, but in fact, in the blink of an eye, the two torrents collided together, and the Slavs once again felt how powerful the formation of the Dingguo Army was. Shields and spears, gaps mixed with long knives for cover, the Slavs tried to tear a hole with a frantic attack, but this time they were greeted by cold blades. Anyone who jumped into the shield was chopped into pulp. What's worse is that the wild goose array is by no means a passive defense, but a slow movement, as it approaches, the wild goose wings spread, forming an arc, forcing the Slavs into a smaller and smaller strategic space.

"Huh..... Kill" The shield suddenly showed a gap, and this time it was not only the spear that stretched out, but also the hook and sickle, the modified hook and sickle was sharper, and it was a double-sided blade, one send and one draw, cutting several people, most of them were leg wounds, and they fell to the ground wailing. As soon as the Slavs tried to save the wounded, the shield had already pressed forward, and the spears stabbed forward, forcing the Slavs to continue to retreat helplessly, and those who were wounded and fell to the ground naturally fell into the meat grinder. The shield array crushed over, and the wounded man closed his eyes, and there was no more wailing.

The Slavs couldn't break through the wild goose formation, the strategic space was constantly compressed, slowly squeezed together, and in the end, only the outer layer could reach out and fight, the crowd was crowded, and the feeling of suffocation made people think of death.

An hour before and after the battle in the whole stronghold, earth-shaking changes took place, and after a quarter of an hour of stubborn resistance, the strong soldiers that Manerye was proud of collapsed, and the front was constantly squeezed, and the worst thing was those who relied on the wall of the stronghold to set up the formation, and in the face of the wild goose formation that was pushed by the force, they quickly had no way to retreat. The Slavs, centered on the gate of the stronghold, were slowly squeezed into an oval formation, and the strategic space became smaller and smaller. Later, it was already crowded, and the people in the middle had some difficulty even breathing, and the Slavs, who were faced with such a predicament, slowly came back to their senses, and they understood that if they didn't think of any more ways, they would really have to be slaughtered. But how easy is it to find an opportunity? The wild goose array is based on shields, and spears poke out of the gaps, like metal spears inlaid in the city wall, like huge hedgehogs, although they move slowly, but as long as they are pierced, the effect is very obvious. The men of the Lion Legion, who have been brutally trained by Mannye for a long time, have a beast-like ferocity in their bones, and in a desperate situation, many people have become unreasonable, looking at the shields that are getting closer and closer, like an impenetrable wall, they roar and rush forward, their feet exert force, and their bodies hit the shield like cannonballs. Many people failed to rush forward, and were directly stabbed to death by the spears that poked out, but there were still many people who hit the shields hard, one or two had no effect, but the Slavs in despair did the same, and slowly, the Slavic soldiers on the periphery began to use their bodies to hit the shield array, and in the face of such a crazy blocking method of the Slavs, the wild goose array that was crushing was finally temporarily blocked. The offensive under Cao Yuan's command was temporarily stopped, and the Slavs in the stronghold finally had a little respite.

Zhuo Ke stood on the arrow tower, staring at the entire stronghold battlefield with cold eyes, blaming Manerye for being stubborn, if he hadn't provoked the Orientals, how could the Lion Legion fall into such an embarrassing situation? The revenge of the Easterners came too quickly, and it was quite violent, although it temporarily blocked the opponent's attack, but the price was too heavy, in just one hour, the soldiers and horses stationed on the periphery of the stronghold had lost more than 3,000 people, and if it continued like this, it was estimated that none of the Slavic men near the stronghold would survive, and everything was just because of Manerye's arrogance. Just as Zhuo Ke racked his brains and thought about the next way out, the rumbling drums sounded again, but the eastern army besieging the stronghold slowly retreated. Zhuo Ke was stunned for a while, what are the Orientals going to do, don't they hear the drum and move forward, how to retreat, or retreat when they have the advantage, it's incredible, are the reinforcements coming? Zhuo Ke's doubts did not last long, and soon there was an answer, the Eastern Army did not really retreat, but began to change the formation, the original army as the pillar, the two wings outflanked the wild goose array, slowly divided, turned into two columns of conical formations, even more strange things are that there are two thousand people on the left and right sides of the two columns of conical formations.

In the blink of an eye, the two soldiers and horses collided again, and the Slavs, who had just had a chance to breathe, wanted to cry without tears, and Dzoko's face finally showed a look of horror, he finally knew the power of this strange formation at the moment. The two cone-shaped formations formed a triangular head with shields, and the spears thrust fiercely, such a sharp formation, cutting the crowded Slavic crowd little by little, looking like a pair of scissors. The circular array on both sides is also shielded on the outside, but the inner side is dominated by knife hands, and the circular formation does not cut forward like a conical formation, but only defends on both sides, and the formation constantly rotates, constantly harvesting the lives of the outer Slavic soldiers. It's really a terrifying formation, the conical array is cut, the circular array is responsible for strangling outside, and the coordination is seamless. Zhuo Ke hated Manerye, but at this time only Manerye could rely on, he hurriedly slid down from the arrow tower, and found Manerye with a cold face in three or two steps, "Manerye, find a way to break through, the periphery has collapsed, in terms of head-to-head confrontation, we are not the opponent of the Orientals, once the remnants are besieged in the stronghold, we will have no way to survive at all, and now we will open the way with warriors, and it is possible to escape." ”

Zhuoko is angry with Manerye, and the current situation is not optimistic, so he doesn't have much respect for Manerye in his heart, and now he has begun to call Mailer's name. This time, Murje did not stare and reprimand, but silently accepted it, he has a flamboyant temperament, arrogant and domineering, but he is not stupid, judging from the previous battle situation, the Oriental people are really capable of fighting, so breaking through is the best choice. At this time, Manerye did not have the arrogant posture he had before, and he also had some regrets in his heart, but there was no regret in the world, besides, with his temperament, it was unlikely that he would admit his mistakes, so he had to nod to Zhuo Ke, "The people in the stronghold, abandon the city, charge with me, and fight a bloody way." ”

The marching formation of Manerye was not a little worse than Zhuoko, but the battle before the battle was not allowed. Like a manic lion, Manye rushed to the door of the stronghold, and although he did not ride a horse, he relied on the strength of his whole body to break up the cone-shaped head of the slain. Manerye's strength had reached an outrageous level, and under the continued strength, he actually bleeded from the seven orifices of the two shield soldiers, and fell unconscious. Rao is a well-informed soldier of the Dingguo Army, who is extraordinarily brave, and is also suppressed by the violent aura of Manerye's body. The key point of the cone formation is the place where the head is hit, and once the part of the head is scattered, the impact of the cone array will be gone. Manrye is still the same Manerye, as if he was born for war, his joining, not only blocked the sharp cone formation, but also brought hope to the remnants of the Slavs, for a while almost fell to the bottom, and the Slavs who were pressed and beaten made a shocking cry, not only stabilized the position, but also began to counterattack. Cao Yuan was in the rear, seeing everything really and seeing that it was about to be done, a huge change had taken place. After a vicious battle, although the Slavs suffered heavy casualties, they also suffered a lot of losses on their side, and up to now, there are less than 4,000 people under Cao Yuan's command who can really continue to fight, that is to say, in terms of strength alone, the Slavs do not suffer any losses, and even have a real advantage.

Cao Yuan had a headache, and now the two conical formations had been interspersed and cut into the Slavic formation, and he couldn't withdraw if he wanted to. At this time, Cao Yuan also secretly blamed himself for being a little anxious, thinking that he could swallow these Slavs in one bite by relying on his soldiers and horses, but he didn't expect the other party to be so brave, and he didn't collapse in the face of continuous suppression. Under the leadership of Murye, the Slavs' counterattack became more and more ferocious, and many of the soldiers of the Dingguo Army who rushed into the formation were also surrounded by angry Slavs, and the situation of the circular formation on both wings was not good. Cao Yuanyuan's skin was numb, and he quickly waved his hand, "Mingjin, order all troops and horses to quickly get rid of the entanglement and withdraw from the battle." ”