The violent explosion was earth-shattering, and the churning gunpowder smoke almost obscured half of the sky, and the right flank of the Kuizhou soldiers turned into a black and vast smoke shroud, and the figure of the five hundred cavalry disappeared inside, I don't know whether they were dead or alive. 【Fengyun Reading Network. 】

The blood fragments flying everywhere have answered the question.

Wang Xiang's front army in front was already approaching within 100 paces, and they were feints to attract the attention of the Kuizhou soldiers and leave them with no time to support the battle on the right flank.

In order to achieve this goal, it must be done like a little, and at the same time, it is also convenient for the cavalry to rush and kill the remnants after breaking the formation, and defeat the Kuizhou soldiers in one fell swoop.

Within a hundred steps is the crossbow arrow S course, and the knife player has already walked in front of the gunner, holding a round shield to defend against the arrow attack. Wang Xiang's 500 ironclad spearmen walked at the rear, tasked with guarding the Chinese army.

The sudden explosion on the right flank made the entire battlefield tremble, and everyone in Wang Xiang's army was stunned, looking at the billowing smoke over there and not knowing what to do.

"What's going on?" Everyone has a question in their hearts, but no one can answer.

It's dynamite! Wang Xiang suddenly came back to his senses, the Kuizhou soldiers must have planted explosives on the right flank! Only pre-planted explosives can make such a big movement, it's too cunning, how did they calculate that the cavalry would attack from the right flank? Could it be that the prophet could not be predicted?

"Junmen, the cavalry seems to have been ambushed by the explosives of the barbarians!" It wasn't just Wang Xiang who thought so, and soon there were generals around him who shouted.

"How did they calculate that our cavalry would pass from the right?" Someone turned pale and puzzled, "Is it witchcraft?" ”

Wang Xiang's face changed, and he remembered the ancient legend in his heart, in the place where the D barbarians lived in eastern Sichuan, there were ancient witches and philosophers, they passed through the gods and ghosts, and some of them were unpredictable.

The theory of ghosts and gods is always mysterious in the minds of people in this era, and it is better to believe it than to believe it, and this statement suddenly spread like a plague in Wang Xiang's heart.

The Kuizhou soldiers are possessed by gods!? How can this battle be fought?

"Witchcraft,......" the speaker was still screaming in panic, and before he could finish his sentence, a large knife slashed at his head, cutting off his body along his neck and cutting him in two.

Shocked left and right, I saw Wang Xiang's hideous face, his face was covered with blood, and he roared like a ghost with a big knife in his hand: "Witchcraft P!" The barbarian must have planted explosives on the left and right to lure me into attacking, he is really cunning as a fox! ”

He shook the big knife, the blood beads on the knife flew everywhere, and said sharply: "Since there must be explosives buried on the left and right, there will definitely be no more on the front, take advantage of his division of troops at this moment, our army on the front is twice as large as the barbarians, and the order is to beat the drum, crush the past head-on, break his front army, and smash the Chinese army!" ”

The body of the slain general was still bubbling with blood in half, and the effect of killing Liwei immediately made the others shut their mouths, after all, compared to the ethereal witchcraft, Wang Xiang was still much more terrifying.

"Knock knock!"

The war drums rose again, and the drums were so strong and powerful that they struck people's hearts, and Wang Xiang's generals shouted and yelled like crazy, urging their soldiers to move forward.

Wang Xiang's five hundred armor-clad spearmen walked viciously at the end, and if anyone dared to turn around and run away, they would be stabbed in the heart directly.

"Rush, it's death to retreat, it's better to be rich, and the military gate of the formation breaker will reward a hundred taels of silver!" The hoarse shouts of the officers encouraged the foot soldiers to forge ahead, and thousands of men maintained their formation, and increased their pace step by step, and when they reached the distance of eighty paces, they began to run, trying to quickly pass the range of the crossbow's S-strike.

The archers on both sides, while running, began to stretch their bows and arrows, aiming at the white-robed soldiers in the distance, and looking up to the sky.

"Don't move, hold steady!" Zu Bian had red eyes, held his spear steadily, and shouted as he stared at the swarming Wang Xiang army.

The three rows of Kuizhou soldiers were as solid as a rock, without a trace of panic, the shield bearers in the front row held the shield in one hand and drew their waist knives in the other, and the white gunmen in the third row held the guns in one hand and the other in the other, blowing a fire rope wrapped around the right hand from time to time, waiting for the signal to throw.

The archers' arrows began to fall from the sky, some S on shields, some on the clearing, and some, accurately on the white-robed soldiers.

The white-robed soldier has a rattan armor and a white robe on his body, but the top of his head is a soft underbelly, only wrapped in a white cloth, and the body in the arrow S is fine, but the head in S is finished.

Some of the white-robed soldiers were shot in the head and fell down with a muffled grunt.

"Shake the barrel of the gun and shoot the arrow!" Zubian roared again.

The dense barrel of the gun shook up towards the sky, and some arrows from S were dialed out, but this method did not have much effect, and only a small number of arrows from S could be removed, and most of them would still enter from the gap.

Wang Xiangjun in front had already run into a distance of sixty paces, and at this time, it was too late to put down his spear and get the crossbow arrows, and there was no other way than to insist on stiffening. Zubian was also hit by an arrow in the shoulder, and the arrow C was like a grass mark on the vine armor, but it did not hurt his body.

"Hold on! Hang on! "The captain and the captain of the hundred people are all shouting in a dumb voice, at this time, you can't mess up, it's all over if it's messy.

The harsh queue training showed its effect at this critical moment, there were hundreds of white-robed soldiers who were knocked down by arrows, but none of them bowed their heads or fled, and none of the white-robed soldiers looked at the arrows flying in the sky, gritting their teeth and staring at Wang Xiangjun who was rushing to the impact.

"Mountain-destroying crossbow Slash!" A high-pitched voice rang out, shouting from the side of the ancestor who was already about to crush his teeth.

A burst of crossbow arrows flew up from both sides of the ancestral front formation, flying towards the archers who were running with S arrows on the side, the density of arrows and the frequency of S strikes were much greater, and a wave of arrows passed, immediately suppressing a thousand archers.

This is Wang Huan's voice, after finishing the cavalry, the three columns of spearmen forming the hollow phalanx immediately changed their formations again, divided into two teams, and rushed to both sides of the front formation, widening the front while everyone raised the mountain-destroying crossbow on their waists, and suppressed the archers on both sides of the opponent with all their might.

Compared with the accuracy, the crossbowman is not as good as the archer, but when it comes to the speed and durability of the S strike, the archer can't catch up with the crossbowman, and the 1,500 crossbowmen breathe out tens of thousands of arrows, and in an instant S fell a piece of archers, and in the scream of the ghost crying wolf, Wang Xiangjun's archers rolled and crawled backwards.

"Speed up, rush over, the barbarian's crossbow is coming!" Wang Xiang, who was watching the battlefield situation, rode his horse behind the front army of the fifth row, and clearly saw that his archers suffered losses in the battle with the crossbowman, and as long as the crossbowman freed his hand, there would be a large wave of arrow rain on his head.

The sound of the war drums of "dong dong dong" was a little faster, like a pearl falling on a jade plate, so fast that people's hearts had to beat a few times faster when they heard it.

"Ah~~! Kill~~~! Wang Xiang's soldiers had already begun to roar, howling like beasts as they ran, and the spears on both sides were lined up, and the blades of the cold flashes were like thorny jungles,

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