The vision under the starlight was hazy, Zhang Dazhuang walked in quickly, and as the scout sentry riders who were patrolling the night outside the Great Food fell off their horses, the soldiers on the night guard and on the watchtower of the Great Food Village immediately shouted a warning.

They were still about four hundred steps away from the fence of the Great Food Camp, and General Li Siye had already given the order to move quickly, and a thousand Mo Dao soldiers began to trot. The iron armor in the leather armor made a sound of metal colliding as they ran, accompanied by their heavy footsteps and the sound of breathing that gradually began to rapid, forming a unique and beautiful harmony, and Zhang Dazhuang began to get excited.

The 6,000 cavalry had already divided into four teams and surrounded the Dashi camp that stretched for two or three miles from four directions. Galloping within forty or fifty steps, they took out their riding bows one after another, and began to move laterally, swishing, the bowstrings trembled, and the eight and six bucket riding bows threw out a rain of arrows, and in an instant, they were filled with the fence of the big food camp, like a dense jungle of arrow shafts!

Several rounds of arrows rained down, and the soldiers who were hit by arrows on the fence and watchtower let out a terrible scream and fell like dumplings. The camp was already in chaos, with some screaming from arrows, others screaming in fright, and officers at all levels shouting loudly, ready to organize a counterattack. When the soldiers around the fence were almost cleared, these cavalrymen threw out long ropes on their horses to tie the wooden stakes of the fence, and dozens or hundreds of horses worked outward together to drag the fence section by section, and it didn't take long to clear a passage of three or four hundred steps wide in the center of the fence on all sides.

Listening to the screams of the big food soldiers in front of them, many Mo Dao soldiers had already entered a state of excitement, their faces were hideous, their eyes were red, and they shot bloodthirsty light. These are veterans of a hundred battles, who have carried out two expeditions, and on weekdays, they have fought against the Tuqi Shi cavalry, the Tibetan cavalry, horse bandits on the Silk Road, and the rogues for a long time. The battle had been integrated into every part of their bodies, they were hungry for killing, thirsting for blood, and at this time, it only felt as if the killing intent in their chests was about to overflow.

"Kill!"

Li Siye, who was walking at the head of the team, roared, stepped on the wooden stake of the fence that was dragged over in the trench, and hit the ground with a knife in his hand.

"Kill! Kill! Kill ......"

A thousand Mo sword soldiers crossed the trench in the same way, standing to the right and behind Li Siye, and in less than three breaths, they had already formed two neat knife walls. Li Siye stood on the far left of the first row of Mo sword soldiers, and Tian Zhen, another Mo sword general, stood on the far right of the first row.

"Raise your sword!" Li Siye shouted, and a thousand Mo knives more than a zhang long were raised. Then the fire in the camp, Zhang Dazhuang could see the panicked crowd inside, and faintly saw that some cavalry had mounted their horses and marched towards them, but the camp was more of a chaotic crowd, and the speed of these cavalry was not fast. The trumpet sounded as the advancing army sounded, Zhang Dazhuang took a step, and out of the corner of his eye, he paid attention to the standard-bearer who followed the captain who led the team, and stepped into the camp of Dashi.

A group of soldiers who had not had time to mount their horses rushed towards them with their spears and scimitars wielding their spears and scimitars. "Kill!" Li Siye immediately shouted loudly, and the Mo knife slashed down fiercely, and beside him, hundreds of Mo knife soldiers more than a zhang long also slashed down together, and at the same time let out an earth-shattering roar: "Kill!" ”

This is the unique rhythm of the Mo knife soldiers, with the killing roar to master the rhythm of the attack, every time the knife is waved, shout a kill. Yelling can not only stimulate their morale, but more importantly, master the rhythm, on the one hand, to prevent the strange sword soldiers from rushing out alone because they are too excited, and on the other hand, they can defend each other by swords together.

Opposite Zhang Dazhuang was a Khorasan religious warrior with the same hideous face and red eyes, stabbing at him with a spear. Zhang Dazhuang subconsciously did not dodge, and the Mo knife slashed hard.

It wasn't until after making this move that he suddenly reacted that this night attack did not wear double layers of heavy armor, and the opponent's spear might stab him. But he didn't have time to think about it, the Modao soldiers had the strictest military orders, and when they were about to meet the enemy, there were no other actions, only the two actions of raising the knife and slashing. Regardless of whether you wear double heavy armor or not.

Fortunately, the spear almost pierced Zhang Dazhuang's chest, but did not continue to advance, and Zhang Dazhuang saw that one of Khorasan's entire arms was cut off by the Mo sword soldier on his left. At this time, Zhang Dazhuang's Mo knife fell on him, cutting him diagonally in half from his left neck to his right waist. Blood burst out, internal organs and limbs flew wildly, and the smell of fish and blood came to the nostrils.

In the shouting, Zhang Dazhuang took a step with the team again, and the Mo knife was raised high again. There was another figure in front of him, and he appeared in front of him. Almost natural and mechanical, Zhang Dazhuang and the hundreds of Mo knife hands around him shouted again, "Kill!" Mo slashed down, splitting the man's head in half, blood and brains gushing wildly, splashing on Zhang Dazhuang's face, and he felt indescribable pleasure.

Beside Zhang Dazhuang, five hundred Mo sword soldiers were also like him, the sword light flashed, and the enemy in front of him was almost the fate of cutting it in half. They stood in dense formations, almost shoulder to shoulder, and a few soldiers were slow to strike, or when they drew their knives, they tripped over debris, corpses, and broken limbs on the ground, and they would also be saved by the cover of their companions on both sides.

They barely make any defensive moves, attacking is the best defence, and in front of dense formations and neat shots, there are hardly any opponents who can hit them straight forward. Even on the frontal battlefield, in the face of the enemy's charging cavalry, it can advance like a wall of swords, crushing everything, and everyone who stands in the way is broken.

Of course, Mo Dao Soldier is so strong, and it is not something that can be trained casually. First of all, you must be tall and strong, for example, Li Siye, the first Mo sword general of the Tang Dynasty, is seven feet tall and has great strength;

Secondly, there must be extraordinary courage, as a special restraint of cavalry, the Mo knife soldiers have to face the scene of the enemy's thousands of troops charging on the battlefield, meet them head-on, and chop the Mo knife at the moment of receiving the enemy. This is almost playing with a heartbeat, with a slight lack of courage and a slight hesitation in action, that is, the end of being directly killed by a war horse or directly stabbed to death by a cavalry;

Finally, it is strict training, and tempering in constant battles, in order to finally form such an effect of advancing like a wall, and the enemy soldiers and horses are broken. Because the Mo knife was first promoted in Anxi ten years ago, in the entire Tang Dynasty, only the Anxi Army Mo Dao soldiers were the strongest, and the Anxi Army in the twenty-four years had been promoted for ten years, and after such a battle, it was only two thousand Mo sword soldiers now.

Forward, raise the knife, kill, swing the knife, and move forward again......

Blood sprayed on Zhang Dazhuang's body and face, and the cavalry who got on the horse in a panic rushed over, but it still did not block the advance of the Mo Dao soldiers, and even the people and horses were split in half. The farther away enemy began to run, hysterical screams and shouts echoed in front, drawing them forward.

Zhang Dazhuang and the others stepped on the broken corpse of the enemy, took a step forward, raised the Mo knife high again, and slashed down again, like a moving knife wall, crushing everything in front of them.

Zhang Dazhuang didn't know how far he had rushed, how many knives he had swung, how many people he had killed, his eyes were getting redder and redder, his face was becoming more and more hideous, and when he felt that the murderous aura in his chest was about to burst, he found that he had killed in front of the village.

"Steering, front back, back forward. Kill! ”