The young Khitan cavalry ran a little faster, about a horse's head faster than the old Khitan cavalry, leaned sideways and clenched the saber with both hands, followed the bump on the horse's back, and gently pushed forward, and the bright blade stabbed He Daxian's head like lightning!

He Ping hung a shield on his left arm, raised it upward, and a strong force surged instantly.

"Squeak!"

Even though He Ping had very skillfully unloaded 95% of the impact, the steel knife smashed on the "obsidian shield" in his hand, still making a series of ugly and piercing screams.

With a dazzling reflection, the blade narrowly grazed He Ping's ears and pressed against He Ping's shoulder.

At this moment, the long knife of the Khitan veteran also stabbed at high speed from the right.

At this time, we can see how He Daxian is very high-spirited.

With his current ability to refine qi at the second level, where could the blade of the Khitan veteran be close to within one meter of him, half a second ago, he could press the saber in his hand down by two inches slightly, and it would hit the center of gravity of the Khitan veteran's blade, directly slapping the opponent's long knife away.

Of course, if this is really done, the two sides will also make mistakes, and the result is that the Khitan veteran loses his saber in embarrassment, and He Daxian can be regarded as pretending to be successful.

But who are we, Ho Tai Cent?

It's hard to pretend to be a force, how can you only pretend to be 5 points? You have to pack it up to 10 points.

How can these ant-like mortals be on an equal footing with He Daxian!

He Ping had no intention of defending, and still maintained an all-out attack.

The two long sabers staggered past each other, cutting through the wind, each slashing at each other with lightning speed.

Drop the knife! Kill!

The knife flashed in front of He Ping's eyes, he saw the opponent's knife momentum, his body was slightly crooked, and the blade of the Khitan veteran's saber penetrated into his co-ordination, just along He Ping's right rib, and slid against He Ping's waist, stabbing in the air.

At the same time, the saber in He Ping's hand also stabbed into the chest of the Khitan veteran.

At this time, the speed of the horses on both sides was already more than 80 kilometers per hour, and the moment the two horses staggered, in fact, He Ping's blade stabbed into the body of the Khitan veteran at a high speed of 160 kilometers per hour.

When the blade entered the body, the sharp triangular tip instantly broke through the chest of the Khitan veteran, directly shattering several pieces of the front sternum.

The sturdy blade cut through all kinds of flesh and blood tissues in the body of the Khitan veteran and continued to advance, and before the blood could bloom, it had already penetrated the back and pressed against the spine of the back beam.

When all the pressure was concentrated on the hard vertebrae of the Khitan veteran, a series of explosions rang out one after another.

The first explosion was the tearing sound of the stirrup belt that broke the stirrup belt on his leg when the Khitan veteran's body was pushed off the horse's back, and the second explosion that sounded almost at the same time was the sound of the wooden pole of the saber in He Ping's hand, unable to stand the pressure, and breaking in an instant

Then with the third explosion, the blade of He Ping's saber continued to advance by inertia, shattering the backbone of the Khitan veteran, piercing the back, flipping and stirring up a large blood hole the size of a basin, and blood and broken bones gushed out from the veteran's back like fireworks, which was miserable.

The fourth explosion sounded, but it was on the left side of He Ping's war horse.

When the young Khitan cavalry on the left was about to cross by He Ping, He Daxian didn't even look at it, his left hand suddenly straightened, and the incomparably hard obsidian shield in his hand was lifted up at once, and it was slapped on the young man's face, smashing his jaw on the spot, and it was bloody.

The fifth explosion, on the right side of He Ping's horse, the broken body of the old Khitan cavalry fell to the ground with a "bang", and fell apart in the continuous rolling on the ground, and the whole corpse was broken into several large and small pieces, and the broken flesh and bones were mixed with shocking large pieces of blood, spilled all the way.

The sound of the sixth bang was a little softer, accompanied by the sound of gurgling and grunting struggles.

The young Khitan cavalryman on the left also fell to the ground, his hands tightly clutching his neck, ignoring the pain, desperately trying to absorb oxygen from his throat, which was constantly flooded with gushing blood.

However, it didn't work, no one paid any attention to him now, and in less than a minute, he would suffocate to death.

After six explosions, He Ping was already covered with the blood of the enemy, and staggered with the entire Khitan cavalry charging line.

He Pingle stopped his horse, turned his horse's head, and turned around.

With red blood all over his body, He Daxian's hair was scattered on his face, dripping with blood, filthy, hideous, fierce, and murderous spurting out of his body.

"Ho! Kill! ”

He Ping let out a loud shout, raised the broken saber in his hand, and blood flowed down the wooden pole into his sleeve.

"Kill!" The Tang soldiers in the distance responded in unison.

The gang leader, Li Chao, jumped up from behind the low wall and shouted again: "Kill!" ”

"Kill!" More than 20 people under Li Chao responded together, jumped out of the earthen wall one after another, and rushed over with spears in their hands

At this time, the remaining sixteen horsemen had already rushed into the 50 meters in front of the earthen wall, puff puff, the two fastest horses stepped into the small pit dug by the Huanzhou miscellaneous soldiers, and the two Khitan cavalry riding on it were caught off guard, both pounced on the ground, turned over a few heels, fell half to death, and lay on the ground without moving.

Another gang leader, Ge Song, also jumped out at this time and shouted: "Kill!" Then he rushed over with more than 30 people behind him.

In ancient times, when cavalry fought, if it was simply to attack the foot soldiers, generally speaking, it was normal to block ten with one, and even according to the actual combat results, the casualty ratio was basically one person for ten compared with the foot soldiers.

On the one hand, the main reason is that the bloody nature of the Khitan people who are not afraid of death has played a role, and on the other hand, they also think that even if the eighteen cavalry on their side are all dead, they can fight out nearly 100 Tang soldiers, and when the follow-up troops arrive and see the corpses of Tang soldiers all over the ground, they will be better to their families and clansmen.

The results of these discussions with these dying people just now are also the ideas that support their courageous charge.

But the cavalry is so mighty, but there must be two necessary conditions, one is momentum, and the other is speed. Only by charging hard without hesitation can you cause huge psychological pressure and a high proportion of killings to the foot soldiers.

If you run on a horse and come to a stop in the middle of someone's infantry position, you will simply become a target.

These Khitan cavalrymen were originally in a tragic mood, and they charged hard without leaving a way back, but they found that the opponent's foot soldiers were not afraid, and some people grabbed their horses and rushed over, killing two horsemen in front of them in an instant!

This kind of psychological impact is actually very serious for the cavalry.

Well, even if the man is particularly fierce, we don't care about him and keep rushing forward, but, damn it

Damn, there's a trap ahead!

That had to slow down.

Almost all the remaining Khitan cavalry subconsciously pulled the reins to slow down, but saw thirty foot soldiers on the left and right rushing out with spears, this is to encircle and attack.

By the time the third cavalryman's mount was overturned by the mount that had stepped into the small pit trap, the speed of the remaining thirteen Khitan cavalry had been reduced to half, less than 30 miles.

And at this moment, I only heard the king sledgehammer in front of me shouting, "Release the arrow!" ”

Wang Da Hammer and his group of archers showed their heads from behind the earthen wall, and more than a dozen arrows flew out together.