Chapter 448: A Narrow Encounter

Almost at the same time, the Taiping Sect's Tanma also discovered that the target of his side was actually an unguarded empty city, and the overjoyed commander immediately ordered the cavalry team of 10,000 people to quickly enter the fortress with 5,000 people, while the rest of the troops maintained the original marching speed and rushed towards Partridge Pass according to the established plan.

The two torrents were separated by a pass, because they didn't expect that both sides would play this level at the same time, and unconsciously, they finally bumped into each other head-on.

Partridge Pass is a fortress opposite to the east and west, the buildings in the fortress are not too much, the east and west gates are about two kilometers apart, from the two gates, the slightly tortuous avenue meets in the center of the fortress, there is a square square about 500 meters wide, in fact, it is the fortress garrison due to the daily military training of the field.

When Zhao Zhongyao, the commander of the 2nd Independent Division, led a wing of cavalry from the west gate into the Partridge Pass fortress, the 5,000-strong cavalry of the Taiping Sect two thousand meters away had just stepped into the east gate of the fortress, and the sound of thunderous horses' hooves drowned out the sound of the two sides marching, and the slightly tortuous avenue also made the two sides who were relatively advancing not have time to find that they were meeting each other head-on in the center of the fortress.

In an instant, Zhao Zhongyao, who was leading the team to move forward, was all in a daze, almost thinking that it was the "Holy Sect Army" led by Zhong Wu, but he immediately reacted, his division only had a cavalry wing led by himself, and a wing led by Zhong Wu was going to take a detour to the mountains, a pure infantry wing, where there would be so many cavalry, where was this own team, it was clearly a real Holy Sect Army!

didn't have time to think about where this army came from, Zhao Zhongyao took the reins of his horse. The double retreat slammed into the horse's belly, and the Hundred Refining Nine Ring Sword in his right hand had already been raised, and a roar burst out from his chest: "The enemy is in front, brothers, kill me!" ”

With a shout, the iron rider behind him suddenly surged up. The cavalry had no time to set up a position, their bodies were slightly bowed, their spears pushed as flat as possible, and they tried their best to increase their speed so that they could overwhelm the opponent in momentum, which was the only option in the event of a sudden encounter.

At the same time, the commander of the Holy Cult Army on the other side of the field had made the same decision at this moment, although he also understood why it was an empty city when the previous intelligence had returned that it was an empty city, and there were so many Imperial troops at this time, but now it was worthless to think about it. The only idea is to destroy the other side and win the final victory.

Rushing from the relatively narrow street into the wide arena at once, it was like two bursting floods roaring in, colliding head-on, stirring up countless dark red waves.

Wave after wave of cavalry poured out of the streets behind each side, not slowing down in the slightest, and with red eyes, they rushed towards their respective targets. The armies of the two major forces finally started a contest between the remnants and the dead today in this arena with a radius of only 500 meters.

Zhao Zhongyao took the lead, and the Hundred Refining Nine Ring Sword in his hand was not the most common weapon of the cavalry. But he was accustomed to playing with machetes and didn't care, an aura of desperate desire to exchange the blood of the other party for the prestige of the warrior was so strong at this moment, any tricks and means at this moment could only be thrown aside, and the narrow road meeting the brave won was the best interpretation of the scene in front of him.

The two jagged black lines quickly merged together, and all that was stirred up was a majestic and tragic song where the sound of blades and weapons colliding and shouting and screaming converged. Both cavalry used conventional weapons, the cavalry spear, which differed from the spear used by the heavily armored cavalry. It is slightly shorter, lighter and more flexible, and while the thrusting function is weakened, it adds the role of blocking and sweeping, and as a secondary weapon, many cavalry even carry a waist knife around their waists. In order to give full play to the advantages in the state of entering the hand-to-hand situation.

Under several waves of mutual collision, many cavalry fell under the opponent's spear without a word, and were trampled into pulp by the war horses. At this time, there is no trickery to speak of, pushing, blocking, stabbing again, just stabbing the opponent, and being stabbed down by the enemy next to him, a simple and tragic scene, just like this, one scene after another in this crazy arena.

Zhao Zhongyao, whose eyes were flushed with red light, had no time to worry about anything else, and plunged into the enemy camp, and a good head of the enemy soldier immediately fell with the plasma rising from the neck cavity, and sideways avoided the fatal stab of another enemy soldier, and the knife turned around, and the opponent's rib cavity suddenly cracked a huge wound, and it seemed that even the internal organs were clearly visible. At this time, Zhao Zhongyao, who was caught in the melee, fully showed his attainments in the knife, and this chaotic and complicated environment also became an excellent occasion to show his skills.

He is like a tiger bursting into a flock of sheep, grinning and exuding the light of choosing people and devouring people. The nine-ring knife swayed one after another with a burst of blood mist, and under his leadership, the cavalry that followed closely followed the division commander, gave up the commonly used spears, and drew out the waist knife they carried with them to devote themselves to this life-and-death struggle.

However, it was not Zhao Zhongyao's life-and-death struggle that played the decisive role, although his leading role did inspire the high morale of the soldiers, and in the case of a comparable number, the comprehensive quality of the soldiers in the army became the only factor that determined who was the final winner in this war.

Although the cavalry of the 2nd Independent Division fought bloody battles and were tenacious and unyielding, the Holy Religious Army under the instigation of religious fanaticism fought to the death and fought bravely, but after all, they had only been in the army for less than half a year, and many soldiers were farmers or herdsmen who had not even used their weapons half a year ago, and they had taught them how to use weapons and how to drive war horses in just half a year, but they were far from being a real cavalry warrior.

The Second Independent Division is different, because its predecessor, the Lishan County Garrison Division, was not reorganized into the Northwest Regular Army before the Guide Garrison Division, and its two division commanders were holding their breath and bent on making a name for themselves in troop training, so that Qin Du, who underestimated them, was speechless, so he put a lot of effort into the only cavalry wing in the division, and many times Zhao Zhongyao even personally went into battle to lead the team to train, whether it was individual training or comprehensive formation drills, they already had the quality of real cavalry.

The scales of victory tipped in favor of the Independent 2nd Division as time passed, and while most of the Cult Army's warriors were as brave as before, the madness had faded as their comrades were scarce. (To be continued......)