Li Yanzhi's voice fell, and the Hun cavalry in the front row had already broken into the front of the formation from the center where they had lost their horse block. Li Yanzhi swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and clenched the long knife in his hand tightly with both hands. In his pupils, the hideous faces of the Hun cavalry were infinitely magnified. Their swords and spears were raised high, and they stared at their own soldiers who were blocking in a formation with disdain.

Although these ironclad soldiers in the front row have also been on the battlefield, they have never faced the onslaught of cavalry so directly. The trembling of horses' hooves against the ground and the overwhelming momentum of Mount Tai as the numerous cavalry charged in a group also made the soldiers breathless. However, the Lord will be on the front line to fight with them, and it will also give them some peace of mind. The foot soldiers suppressed the uneasiness and panic in their hearts, and waited with the Lord for the moment when the enemy cavalry would attack.

The moment the front row of the charging Hun cavalry collided with the hedgehog-like phalanx of foot soldiers, Li Yanzhi's ears were full of the sound of guns piercing into the flesh, and people shouted that horses neighed, so lively. Under the energetic impact of the cavalry, many of the spear shafts sticking out of the formation broke immediately. After the barrel of the gun was broken, the soldiers in the back row discarded half of the barrel of the gun in their hands, and instead drew their long knives from their backs and waited for the battle.

At this point, the previously discharged tight formation shows its superiority. The soldiers in the front row faced the momentum of the war horses, and they were shared by the back row tightly on their robes. Even if they were hit by a war horse, basically no one fell. It's just that in the face of such a huge impact, many soldiers in the front row felt chest tightness and shortness of breath for a while. The front row of the enemy cavalry who rushed forward fell one after another, and the horses in the back row who could not stop the forward rush were also tripped over. Most of the horsemen fell off their horses because they had no stirrups and were unstable on their horses.

In the Lingju County Soldier Formation, some soldiers were pierced through the torso by the spears in the hands of the Hun cavalry and rolled to the ground. Even the iron armor looked so fragile in the face of the charge of the cavalry spears. Fortunately, there were only about a dozen soldiers who were shot and fell to the ground in the front row. The formation as a whole was not greatly affected by this.

Seeing that the front row of the enemy's cavalry fell one after another, a crowd shouted and neighed in front of the formation. Li Yanzhi stood up with a long knife and shouted, "Force! ”

For a long time, the moment he was waiting for to kill the enemy and defend the country and make contributions on the battlefield came in this hustle and bustle. The roars of the dead and wounded men and horses in front of the battle were endless. Hu Yu's shouting and scolding were intertwined, breaking through the sky. The ironclad soldiers stood up one after another, and Li Yanzhi raised his long knife and roared angrily: "Kill!" ”

"Kill! Kill! Kill! The surrounding soldiers roared three times in a row, and they all raised the long knives in their hands, like a wall of knives, and moved forward steadily. They stepped over their wounded soldiers, and the auxiliaries behind them quickly stepped forward and dragged the wounded robes to the rear, ready to treat them. The ironclad soldiers continued to step forward, and whenever they saw the Hun cavalry still groaning on the ground, they trampled straight past the chests of the wounded enemy soldiers.

The weight of hundreds of pounds stepped on the torsos of these remnants, as if they had been hit by a heavy hammer, and the vitality in their bodies was rapidly drained. Soon, with the trampling of the ironclad soldiers, these fallen Hun cavalry became corpses.

The onslaught of the Hun cavalry soon turned into a struggle with the ironclad infantry. However, in the face of the neatly arranged and well-armed ironclad infantry, they lost their speed and impact, and they had no advantage. Even if you can be equal to the pawns for a while, you will gradually lose after all.

After crossing the corpses of men and horses in front of the formation, the sword wall of the Lingju county soldiers finally fought with the Hun cavalry who were still walking back and forth on horseback. Li Yanzhi took the lead in raising his sword and slashed at one of the Hun cavalrymen who faced him. The cavalryman held his sword in vain, but soon fell under his horse after a powerful slash from Li Yanzhi. Li Yanzhi patted the horse's face with a knife, and the horse immediately turned around, but Li Yanzhi raised the long knife and stabbed the horse's buttocks fiercely.

The unridden horse was immediately in sharp pain. It rushed backwards, and trampled several Hun horsemen who were about to dismount and fight on foot. Then he slammed straight into the back. It wasn't until the Hun cavalry in the rear formation stabbed the horse's neck with a spear that he fell to the ground and was silent for a moment.

Seeing that the main general in the front row beheaded one person, the rest of the ironclad foot soldiers were not to be outdone, and they raised their swords to fight. Even if these Hun cavalry were brave and invincible, they had never seen such a scene. The knives in their hands could barely cut through each other's iron armor. However, the long knives held by the opposing soldiers could easily cut through their leather armor.

At that moment, the Hun cavalry who had swept across the northern land faced these enemy troops of unknown origin for the first time in their hearts. These enemies are agile even when they are heavily armoured. And like a never-ending machine, they endlessly wield their long knives on this battlefield like a flesh mill. Every swing of the long knife almost took the life of a Hun warrior. And the warriors' single swords slashed at their iron armor, except for the sparks scattered, it could hardly bring them any damage.

Even if the Hun cavalry was numerous, even if they were unparalleled in the world. Under the attack of the seemingly thin ironclad infantry, their will to fight was rarely shaken. And their enemies, the ironclad foot soldiers, still walked steadily, wielding their long knives tirelessly.

The Hun generals, who were unwilling to suffer defeat, still organized their subordinates to mount cavalry and constantly launched attacks on this small group of foot soldiers. However, the tactics of the Hun cavalry, which were restricted by the terrain, were basically doomed to pay a heavy price in casualties.

In the midst of the struggle between each other, the soldiers of Ling Juxian could no longer maintain an intact battle formation. However, the grassroots generals still gathered the corporal together to form a fighting group that advanced and retreated together. Around Li Yanzhi, there was also a soldier guarding him, slowly advancing towards the enemy.

The Hun cavalry at the forefront had gradually become at a loss under the blows of the Lingju county soldiers. In their impression, even the Central Army, which the Western Jin Dynasty could fight well, was almost on the verge of collapse in the face of their onslaught. Unexpectedly, when he entered the poor and barren land of Longxi, he could encounter such a strong team.

The leader of the Hun thousand cavalry saw that his subordinates had fallen off their horses, and his heart became more and more anxious. He summoned the guards around him, rode forward from behind the formation, prepared to find fighters, and opened a gap, so that the rear cavalry could rush up, and then divide and surround these Liangzhou troops, so as to gather and annihilate them with superior forces.

The commander of the thousand cavalry led more than 20 elites of his subordinates, and looked at a team of ironclad soldiers who were fighting hard in front of the battle array. As the speed of the horse gradually increased, the commander of the thousand horsemen lowered his head slightly, and let the oncoming strong wind blow the long tassel behind the tip of the spear. The twenty elite cavalrymen behind him either stretched out their spears diagonally or raised their single knives in their hands, and rushed towards the small group of ironclad soldiers with him.

That small group of foot soldiers was none other than Li Yanzhi and the loyal guards who supported him. Shi Chang is Qin Dayong. At this moment, he waved a knife in one hand and slashed a Hun cavalry who was stubbornly resisting in front of him under his horse. Then he took a step forward, and with a backhand wave of the long knife in his hand, another infantry cavalry also fell. Beside him, Li Yanzhi was slowly pulling out the long knife from a corpse in front of him, and the two glanced at each other, and what they saw from each other's eyes was only the firmness of breaking the kettle.

The Thousand Horsemen rushed closer and closer, and the size of his prey grew bigger and bigger in his eyes. However, thanks to the forging of armor in the workshop, Li Yanzhi ordered the craftsmen not to make special decorations for the general's armor, so the commander of the thousand horsemen did not know that the prey he fancied was the leader of this army.

Li Yanzhi swung his knife and forced back a foot soldier who wanted to step forward, and stabbed the knife into the neck of a horse in front of him. The horse suffered pain and turned the knight off the horse's back. Qin Dayong's eyes were quick, and he slashed down with a knife, and the cavalry was killed before he could snort. Li Yanzhi turned around and faced an enemy rider who was riding a horse. He crouched down slightly, and the long knife in his hand swept at the leg of the opponent's horse, and the horse fell to the ground neighing. The horseman rolled sideways, then stood up and hurriedly threw the spear in his hand at Li Yanzhi. And Li Yanzhi was quick and hurriedly dodged, but he was able to avoid the spear throw, and the cavalry had already pulled out the ring knife at his waist, and pounced on him.

Just dodged the spear, and when he couldn't close the momentum, Li Yanzhi didn't have time to fight with the long knife again. Seeing that the cavalry slashed straight at him, he hurriedly turned his head to the side, and the knife in the enemy's hand had already slashed at Li Yanzhi's left shoulder, with a sonorous sound, sparks splashed everywhere. Li Yanzhi's left shoulder also sank slightly with this powerful slash. Soon, however, the long knife in his right hand swept across the enemy's torso. Immediately opened a hole in his torso. The internal organs then flow out. He dropped the knife and tried in vain to cover the long, deep wound in his abdomen. However, the soldier on the side had already stepped forward and stabbed him, breaking him by the shoulder.

Looking at the corpse of the enemy soldier who slowly fell to the ground with his head separated, and his internal organs were still flowing from the gap in his abdomen, Li Yanzhi let out a sigh of relief. He did have some support, but the good defense of this iron armor is also the capital that his soldiers will rely on to survive on the battlefield.

The Thousand Cavalry Commander led his men to charge closer and closer. At the front of the two fighting fronts, the corpses of men and horses have been piled up. It caused a lot of inconvenience to the commander and his men. The horses are also moving slower and slower. However, the commander of the thousand horsemen still stared intently at the handful of enemy troops, and his expression was oblivious. At this time, only the blood of the enemy army can make him feel satisfied.

Driven by this momentum, the spear in his hand silently got closer and closer to his prey. In fact, he did come close to success. This tragic battle was almost ended prematurely.

Li Yanzhi still led the crowd to fight with the Hun cavalry who surrounded him. Thanks to the bravery of the soldiers, the pressure on this group of foot soldiers gradually lessened. Watching the enemies fall one by one, their blood splashed on the armor he was wearing, Li Yanzhi felt a heaviness for no reason. In this tragic and bloody battlefield, no one can calmly think about the meaning of personal existence, and between the two soldiers and soldiers on the opposite side, only the most primitive wildness and bloodlust remain. They must constantly fight to get a chance of life for themselves and the robes they get along with day and night.

And after this fight, how many more battles will it take to usher in such a peaceful world again? Perhaps many people who are still standing here at this time will not see this day coming. Yet they had no choice. From the moment they picked up the sword and gun after joining the army, this choice was no longer with them. The battle array is extremely tragic, and it is their fate to fight one after another.

Many of them will fall in these battles that don't necessarily mean anything to them. Many may not even see the moment of victory. However, gathering sand into a tower, if you want peace in the world, you can't do without the sacrifice of these warriors. Perhaps, I don't know when, I will fall into it. Where the bones are buried is not yet known.

After a short period of distraction, Li Yanzhi intuitively felt a kind of danger. It was an intuition developed by several births and deaths, and sacrificed their lives to fight. He took off his heavy mask and looked around, but saw a Hun cavalry of more than 20 people coming straight to his side more than ten paces away.

The first Hun thousand cavalry commander also found Li Yanzhi standing quietly with a knife. The corners of his mouth rose, and he came towards Li Yanzhi with a gun. More than twenty horsemen followed closely behind, following him closely to the left and right. In this short distance of more than ten steps, this Hun cavalry fought and walked. In just one moment, several foot soldiers had been stabbed to the ground by the spears in their hands, and they didn't know whether they were alive or dead.

Looking at the leader of the Hun thousand cavalry, Li Yanzhi only felt a kind of murderous aura emanating from him. This kind of murderous aura was built after thousands of battles. The bloodthirsty desire revealed in his eyes made people feel cold all over his body.

There was no time to think too much, the thousand cavalry commander had already entered the front of him, and Li Yanzhi held the long knife tightly in both hands. I don't know whether my hands are excited or nervous, but they are already trembling slightly.

The thousand horsemen struggled to clamp the horse's belly with their legs, and the war horse under his crotch rushed forward a few steps, and the spear in his hand was already stabbing towards Li Yanzhi with the momentum of thunder. The long knife in Li Yanzhi's hand was ready to attack, and when he saw the spear stabbing him, he didn't dodge, so he used the back of the long knife to fight hard and open the spear. Seeing that the thousand cavalry commanders couldn't strike a single blow, they danced their spears with one hand and swept again. At the same time, he urged the war horse under his crotch again, and the war horse ran two steps and hit Li Yanzhi directly.

Li Yanzhi was caught off guard, and he was able to avoid the collision of the war horse sideways, but the spear had already swept over quickly, and the barrel of the gun brought a strong wind and whipped him in the back. He staggered a few steps in embarrassment, raised his eyes and looked again, the commander of the thousand horsemen on the opposite side had already violently lifted the reins of the horse, and the horse stood up, and then the two front hooves stepped down towards Li Yanzhi. At the same time, the spear in the right hand of the thousand cavalry commander was aimed at Li Yanzhi again.

Li Yanzhi struggled to stabilize his body, looked at the horse's chest, held the knife in both hands, and stabbed it into it with all his might! The two-foot-long blade didn't encounter many obstacles, and it sank into the horse's chest!

The horses were in pain, and after a long neigh, their front hooves hit the ground and jumped wildly. At the same time, the spear in the hand of the thousand cavalry commander also stabbed straight into Li Yanzhi's shoulder. But its momentum has declined, and it is bounced away when it encounters the heavy obstacles of the nail leaf. Li Yanzhi didn't have time to rejoice, the thousand cavalry commanders had abandoned their horses and jumped off. He quickly pulled out the ring knife on his waist, and with a horizontal slash, he went towards Li Yanzhi's side!

Li Yanzhi didn't have time to pull out the long knife inserted into the horse's belly, and when he saw this situation, he had no choice but to abandon the knife and retreat, and then he also pulled out the ring knife on his waist, and fought with the blade of the thousand cavalry commanders, and fought in one place!

"Li Sima!" Seeing this, Qin Dayong couldn't help but lose his voice, and his spirit tensed instantly, lest Li Yanzhi make any mistakes. And the two generals struck each other with white blades, firelight splashed everywhere, and in the blink of an eye, more than a dozen rounds of battle had been fought!