Chief Xuanyuan Ben led the Chinese army in a hard fight, and he knew that if the Chinese army could not gain an advantage, then it would be even more difficult for the two wings to win, because the troops he personally led were still serious flintstone weapons in their hands, while the other troops were all kinds of beggars.

Seeing that the two wings were in contact, the opposing general Leng Fei died, his head exploded, his brains and skull fragments flew around, and the white and red ones were mixed together, so it was not tragic.

The warriors around the corpse, whether on their own side or in the locality, were all stunned.

After a while, someone suddenly shouted, "The magic pestle has appeared from the sky!" Luocheng half-immortal cast a spell, Leng Fei was struck by thunder! ”

Everyone looked at the man together, only to see Xuanyuan Guang pick up the wooden stick, tie the straw sandals around his waist, and rush up barefoot.

Looking back on the hillside, Yulia was majestic, blowing at the smoking muzzle, and her expression was so unhappy.

"Rush-" The warriors of the Xuanyuan clan were greatly boosted, and they stepped on the corpse and screamed, and the stones and sticks in their hands only greeted the opposite side of the head.

According to common sense, under similar combat qualities, the gap in equipment is not something that morale can make up, but the problem is that the Mojiao clan can't figure out what happened at all, they just feel panicked, and Xuanyuanguang's crooked words still echo in their ears...... Could it be that the strange-shaped woman on the dirt slope is really a god with mana?

Then how can our Mojiao clan have a chance of winning.

You must know that Brother Leng Fei is the most skilled warrior under Big Brother Mo Jiaoxing, and he actually said that it was gone, and he didn't even react, when he saw a white light flash, and then there was a roar, and his head exploded.

is so mighty and irresistible, and what warrior dares to be the first bird?

So he hesitated, his morale plummeted, he thought about a way out, and he couldn't make a big move, where was the original combat effectiveness.

The so-called elimination of one side and the other's strengths, the morale of this side is greatly boosted, the will of that side is frustrated, and the tide of the war is naturally reversed.

Looking at the hillside where Yang Jiao was located, there were two fronts, and the crowd on both sides was pressed by the black crowd, and the Xuanyuan clan was forcing the Mojiao clan to the rear.

Behind is a forest, and when the grass and trees are withering, it is clear what is inside.

More than 100 people sat on the ground, neatly and neatly, with spears more than three meters long in their hands, which looked quite heavy.

Well, people don't plan to hide either, this should be Mo Jiaoxing's reserve.

The first thing that couldn't hold up was the Chinese army of the Mojiao clan, not that they had lost their fighting spirit, but that the previous formation was slightly disrupted, and Chief Xuanyuan Decheng was a good commander, who saw the opportunity and quickly expanded his advantage.

Since the army of the barbarian era was basically composed of infantry, and even the archers among them were a minority, there were not many tactics at all, what lured the enemy to retreat, what long-range intensive killing, and cavalry flank harassment, or heavy cavalry frontal charge, all of which did not exist.

Basically, everyone is in a state of tug-of-war, and at first there may be a stalemate for a while, and then one side begins to have a slight advantage, and with the encouragement of the commander or the stability of the play, it will win.

"Warriors, let's send the invaders back to their hometown and see how powerful the Xuanyuan tribe is!" Xuanyuan Decheng danced the bronze sword in his hand and killed into the crowd, followed by relatives and brothers, all of whom shared the same hatred and hatred, and where he passed, he brought a burst of bloody wind and rain.

The entire team of the Mojiao clan was slowly retreating, seeing that it was about to collapse, Yang Jiao also breathed a sigh of relief, according to the original trend of history, an outstanding chief like Xuanyuan Decheng should be able to win, after all, this is his base camp, even if this battle is defeated, the next offensive can be launched quickly.

The surrounding villages know that Xuanyuan Hill is besieged, and they will quickly organize army support, and in the era when all the people are soldiers, the attacker can't fight for attrition.

So more than 20 horsemen tidied up their saddles, put away their big guns, and prepared to go home.

But the battle situation changed again, and Yang Li saw the spear phalanx in the woods behind him standing up, holding a gun in one hand and a shield in the other, and entered the battlefield from the rear.

At the same time, the Chinese army personally led by Mo Jiaoxing split into two teams from the center, forming the flanks of the spear phalanx.

A spear of more than three meters is almost impossible to wield with one hand, and if you want to kill and injure the enemy, there is only one way out - to form a formation.

These reserves of the Mo Jiao clan are also Mo Jiaoxing's killer moves, Yang Jiao finally recalled that he had seen a similar army there, which was a tactic used in a city-state on a certain coast of the distant Tethys Ocean, characterized by almost invincible fronts, erecting shields, the first three rows of people all raised their spears flat, and the people in the back let the spears poke out from the front row to the side to cover the front row.

In this way, the people in the front row are not so powerless to resist the opponent's close blows, because they are protected by their comrades in the back row.

Therefore, the front of the gun array is almost invulnerable, but the rear and flanks are relatively weak, and in actual combat, other teams are either arranged to protect the flanks, or the battle line is pulled to the same length as the opponent to ensure that there is no enemy on the flanks.

Seeing the neat pace and orderly actions of this group of people, Yang Jiao suddenly became alert, turned on his horse, and shouted at the guards: "Sons, get ready." ”

If there is any difference between Yang Jiao's cavalry and other troops, it is quiet, everyone is okay, they don't shout, they don't shout, what should they do, they don't have a wolf spirit, they are more like tigers waiting for opportunities in the snow field.

Over there, Xuanyuan Decheng's Chinese army faced the spear phalanx, between a few breaths, there were heavy casualties, they seemed to have encountered a hedgehog shrunken into a ball, there was nowhere to start, and the front was densely packed with spearheads, although in this era no one except Yang Jiao had made bronze spearheads, but polishing sharp jade and flint was not vegetarian.

Some of the warriors of the Xuanyuan clan tried to avoid or block the spearhead, and got close to the place where the spear could not pierce, killing and injuring the pikemen, but there were still two spearheads on their sides to protect them, they came from the comrades behind them, and at that time, they suddenly faced three or four spearheads, five or three heads and six arms, how could they parry, and they were suddenly stabbed all over the body.

Yang Li said that if we don't take action, then Brother Xuanyuan will be finished, and we still expect him to treat him for dinner today, and we have to find the wronged boss.

So more than 20 cavalry galloped down from the side of the hillside, Yang Jiao wanted to lead the team himself, but Xue Pijiang's horse was so fast that he ran in front of him.

This kid doesn't like restraint, this is not right, Yang Jiao just wanted to drink, but found that the route led by Xue Pijiang was always on the lower side of a certain contour line, that is to say, if the enemy did not pay special attention, then his side would have been moving in a relatively low position, and people did not know that someone was going around their backs.

Well, what a wasteland hunter's instinct, Yang Li sighed.

On the frontal battlefield, the situation was almost reversed by the spear phalanx, Xuanyuan Decheng was shot and his injuries were not serious, his subordinates rescued him in time, and pulled him into the formation, where did he dare to let the chief personally charge into battle.

But without Xuanyuan Decheng fighting on the front line, there is even more helplessness to take the phalanx here.

Yang Jiao muttered that it was not feasible to open the hanging, and the sprout would be stifled, and at the same time, he urged the horse under his crotch to gallop wildly, and finally completed the detour before the defeat on the frontal battlefield.

Yulia pointed her hand forward: "Look, you made a mistake, the bullet of the sniper should have been left for him." ”

Yang Jiao ordered the sons and daughters to line up, and when they looked at it, it was Mo Jiaoxing.

"Where did this leader make a mistake, hurry, give that kid another shot." Yang Jiaoke is excited, the big sniper bullet has been saved up for two days, and he killed Leng Fei just now, and this time he will give Mo Jiaoxing another shot, which is really a good thing, and he is not happy.

"It's gone." Yulia said.

"Isn't it?" Yang Li was shocked.

"When I taught Zhen Mi to use a big sniper, I let her shoot it."

Hey, you're so close to Lori that way? Yang Li thought to himself that there was no way to blame her, after all, who would have thought that there would be such a big battle in the near winter, at this time, he should have shrunk on the bed to roast the fire and chop his hands, and the desire for outdoor activities has been suppressed by a mysterious force.

Okay, anyway, the result is the same, Yang Li symbolically raised the steel head spear: "Kill from here, kill from that side, sons, go one." ”

The horse's hooves rumbled, Xue Pijiang took the lead, he hung up the big gun, took off the longbow behind his back, and the white feathers were on the string.

Mo Jiaoxing was in high spirits and was commanding behind the spear phalanx.

He has a lot of brothers like Leng Fei, and it won't hurt at all to lose ten or eight, it's just to take out those exercises and teach them again, anyway, it's not the point to teach any virtue, the point is the scene of people's worship and gratitude.

But the loud noise became more and more obvious, and he finally realized that something was wrong, and when he looked back, a row of pale gold shiny guns appeared on the small slope behind him.

One hundred steps, the war horse accelerated.

Fifty paces, riding the gun flat.

Mo Jiaoxing wanted to turn the phalanx, but it was not completely too late - he was as witty as he was, how could he not take into account this situation, there was training on weekdays!

But a white feather meteor crossed and hit the chrysanthemum, turning his original voice into a scream, blocking his stomach.

Xue Pijiang put away his longbow, took off the big spear on the hook of victory, shook the head of the spear, and took the lead.

Mo Jiao farted and urinated, regardless of the damage to the chrysanthemum, and hid in the formation.

The large phalanx was broken through from the rear.

This is the most vulnerable point of the spear phalanx, encountering cavalry beyond the times, although these cavalry do not have iron armor, but their martial arts are quite unusual, coupled with firm belief and the fighting spirit to know why they are fighting, it is simply the level of the volunteer army to fight the vassals of South Korea.

Like a hot knife cutting oil, the cavalry spear picks up the sword and slashes, and the big gun flies up and down, almost sending a human life to the crowd.

People borrow horsepower, guns move with horses, flexibility is not at all comparable to the spears of this Western-style phalanx infantry, between a few breaths, Yang Li led the cavalry team out of the formation, and the back was like the Shura region, and the blood actually dyed the withered grass into a large area of red.

The morale of the spear phalanx completely collapsed, starting from the Chinese army, panic spread to both wings, and the army of the Mojiao clan was crushed by the iron cavalry of the strategic bomber crossing the border.

The cavalry that came out of the formation, just against the elite of the Chinese army of the Xuanyuan clan, the two met, one side was embarrassed, and the other side was like a god general, Xuanyuan Decheng squeezed out of the crowd and deeply bowed to Yang Li.

"Big Chief, this time to help, saving me is equivalent to fire and water, my Xuanyuan clan is up and down, toothless and unforgettable!"