The casualties caused by dozens of fire thunders were not comparable to the salvo of Yuan Rong's crossbow, but for the first time, these crazy black-robed knights were shocked. No matter how powerful a crossbow arrow is, it is only a crossbow arrow, and this unknown thing is even more terrifying.

The place where the fire and thunder fell densely on the ridge was in shambles, and the black-robed knights wailed in pain. The iron shell of this kind of fire and thunder that Master Li Xiu determined to be finalized and mass-produced was thin and brittle, and there were a lot of fragments when it exploded, and a wave of fire and thunder came down, and 100 people were killed on each side of the ridge, but the number of people injured by shrapnel was even more.

The injuries of the injured may not be very serious, but many of them were so dizzy and tinnitus from the loud explosion that they felt that the world was spinning and they could not even stand up.

On the top of the mountain, dozens of fire and thunder smashed densely, and the deafening explosion sounded again, and the blood and flesh flew in the crowd, and more black-robed knights fell.

These fanatical creatures were obviously in such a situation for the first time, and they looked extremely flustered in the smoke of gunpowder, and no one continued to rush forward, running one after another on the ridge, not knowing what to do.

The number of enemies was still large, and Zhao Yang was willing to give them time to react, just throw the fire and thunder down continuously.

"Boom, boom!"

Two more waves of fire and thunder fell densely, exploding in the crowd, and the black-robed knights shouted chaotically on the ridge, the formation became extremely broken, and the original fanatical gaze turned into deep fear. Many of the wounded knelt on the ground and prayed to Allah for protection.

Four waves of fire and thunder in a row blew up these guys directly. The sturdy ones had forgotten to throw their spears at the top of the hill, and were scurrying around like headless flies with the other black-robed men.

Subject to the limited power of black powder, the scene of the explosion of fire and thunder was extremely lively, but the actual effect was not great, more than 300 fire and thunder were thrown out, and the number of black-clothed knights who were really killed by fire and thunder was only five or six hundred, and the number of injured was basically this number. The black-clothed knights who were within the range of the fire and thunder explosion were basically wounded, but most of the injuries were not fatal, and they all had the ability to fight.

At this time, the scouts' four fire mines had already been thrown, and only the Anxi agents still had some fire mines around them. Zhao Yang ordered the scouts to pick up the fire and thunder from the ground, and threw them out in another wave, once again creating enough chaos among the enemy army.

On the ridge, the Condor Archer rushed to the front, but unscathed. At first, he was also a little blindsided, but at this time, he finally reacted, turned around and roared at the black-robed knights behind him.

The black-robed knights were obviously extremely afraid of him, and after hearing his voice, they finally had the backbone and began to continue to charge towards the top of the mountain with courage. As they charged, they drew their spears from behind their backs and threw them at the top of the hill.

Even though Zhao Yang and the others dispersed enough, the casualties reappeared, and once the heavy short spear hit, it could easily pierce through the Mingguang armor, and several more Anxi athletes fell.

At this time, there was no other choice, Zhao Yang divided all the remaining fire and thunder, threw out all the waves, and finally hindered the enemies who rushed up, and the living Anxi athletes quickly formed two sharp arrow formations, holding the heavy Mo knife and striding towards the enemies on the ridges on both sides.

Mo knife is the Anxi army infantry to deal with cavalry weapon, after Ma Lan main side Anxi, the selection of new army athletes high enough to be able to use Mo knife on the horse, but the real power of the Mo knife is infantry formation.

The battle for the past two years has been too easy to reach this point, but at this time, it is already time to engage the enemy in hand-to-hand combat.

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There were still five or six hundred black-robed men rushing up on the ridges on both sides, and those injured black-robed knights were still humming on the ground, unable to enter the battle for the time being, and each arrow formation needed to face two or three hundred black-robed knights alone. These guys were scattered in formation, and when they encountered thistle, they had already abandoned their horses, and they had also become infantrymen.

Zhao Yang himself was the arrow of the arrow array, and there was a tall secret agent guard on each side, roaring and striding towards the black-robed knight who rushed up, and the heavy Mo knife was suddenly swung, splitting a black-robed knight in half.

The two guards each swung their swords, slashing the other black-robed knight who rushed towards Zhao Yang to the ground. The athletes behind them walked neatly, shouted in unison and waved their swords, cutting off the black-robed knights holding heavy swords and round shields one by one.

Although it was inferior in numbers, it was better than the high morale, the formation was tight, and the sharp arrow formation broke into the midst of the chaotic black-robed people, like a tiger entering a flock.

The power of Anxi Jian'er's Mo Sword Formation was also completely manifested at this moment.

The Anxi army was originally a horse infantry, and dismounting and foot combat was the time when it could give full play to its strengths. And the sharpest in the Anxi army is this kind of Modao infantry, when facing the enemy's cavalry, the Modao is broken with a wave of the sword, and it is really invincible.

After the two sides met each other, the black-robed men behind stopped throwing short spears, and the black-robed knights who rushed over shouted chaotically, rushing towards the Anxi army like locusts.

Stepping, swinging, retracting, everything is done in an orderly manner.

These are the elites of a hundred battles, although the two years of fighting are too comfortable, but these things have long been integrated into the blood.

On the other ridge, the leader of the scouts, Yuan Fang, was the leader of another Sharp Arrow Formation, and he also strode forward with the athletes, slashing down the black-robed knights who rushed over with a single sword.

Modao infantry is the most terrifying type of the Anxi army, no enemy can lightly pick up its edge, the giant knife with two sides of the blade weighs more than ten catties, and the strong soldier will break the enemy into two as soon as he slashes down.

The black-robed people who rushed to Yuan Fang and them were cut off one by one by Anxi Jian'er, and the sharp arrow formation steadily advanced down the ridge, and there were severed limbs and stumps everywhere they passed.

After entering the melee battle, the Anxi athletes, who were greatly disadvantaged in numbers, actually immediately took the advantage, and once the black-robed knights with a scattered formation rushed to the front, they were directly cut down by the ubiquitous Xue Liangmo knife.

The two small blade arrays advanced down the ridge like two sharp blades, and there were more and more black-robed people who fell under the Mo Sword, but there were fewer and fewer black-robed knights standing.

There are also strong men among the black-robed knights, and that Condor Archer is one of them. Seeing that his own attack was blocked, but instead he was suppressed by the enemy and pushed over, the condor archer shouted angrily, and rushed towards Zhao Yang with a short sword in one hand and dozens of black-robed knights. Under his order, the chaotic black-robed knights quickly formed up behind him, lined up in a phalanx, and greeted the Blade Array.

At this time, half of the black-robed knights who rushed over were already dead, all of them died under the sudden counterattack of the Mo Dao Array, and there were about more than 100 black-robed knights who were still alive to form a phalanx, and farther away were those injured who cried out miserably.

The front arrow array and the phalanx collided head-on, and the phalanx immediately recessed a large piece, and the athletes at the front waved their knives, directly splitting more than a dozen enemies into pieces.

The short sword of the condor archer collided with Zhao Yangmo's sword, and the short sword immediately flew out. The other two Anxi spies slashed directly with two Mo knives, and the figure of the condor archer flashed, and he retreated extremely slippery, but pushed a black-robed knight out.

The two Mo knives fell almost at the same time, directly splitting the black-robed knight into four pieces, and Zhao Yang looked at the condor shooter again, but he was already gone.

The first condition of the condor shooter is strength, being able to snipe the enemy from a long distance, this condor shooter naturally does not lack strength, but he was shot by Yuan Rong's crossbow before with his right arm, and at this moment, his left arm uses a short sword, so he naturally can't resist Zhao Yang's heavy Mo knife.

Once the blade array began to advance, it would not stop, and the athletes strode forward, the mechanical knives were drawn and retracted, and the depressions in the phalanx continued to expand, and one after another the black-robed knights fell under the Mo sword. However, as the Blade Array deepened, there were more and more black-robed people on both sides of the Blade Array.

Behind the Blade Formation, there are generally relatively weak fighters. Although the athletes of the Anxi New Army are all selected, after all, there is still a difference between strength and weakness. The front end of the Blade Array was already about to break through the phalanx, and the warriors on both sides swung their swords to fight the enemies on the flanks, and at this time, bloodshed was inevitable.

The Tang Jun's athletes are tall and big, with sharp weapons and skillful coordination, and although the black-robed knights are fanatical, they are still incomparable. The black-robed knights on both sides swung their heavy swords and attacked intensively, and fell down one by one under the snowy Mo knife, and the Anxi athletes were also hit by the heavy sword from time to time and fell into the sand.

Zhao Yang struggled to slash a black-robed man in front of him, and his eyes suddenly brightened, and then he went to find the Mo knife hand with an injured arm, but he was gone.

Not far ahead, the smoke of the fire and thunder explosion had not yet faded, and a large number of wounded black-robed knights sat on the ground and wailed loudly.

Once perfectly chiseled, more than half of the black-robed people in the phalanx fell under the swords of the athletes, and there were more than a hundred people. There were less than fifty black-robed people left on both sides who were still desperately attacking, and more than a dozen of the athletes had fallen.

Zhao Yang strode forward, and completely rushed out of the phalanx with the sharp arrow array, at this time, the phalanx of the black-robed knights could no longer be called a phalanx, it had already become sparse. Zhao Yang took the athletes to turn quickly, still maintaining a neat formation, and pushed towards the black-robed knights who were regrouping again, still stepping, taking out the knife, retracting the knife, and the action was crisp and neat.

The remaining dozens of black-robed people collapsed at the touch of a button, and were easily chiseled through by the Blade Array again, and there were only a dozen people alive. Although they were still desperately attacking, they didn't have the slightest power to fight back in front of the Modao infantry who had already gained an advantage in numbers, and they were quickly killed by Zhao Yang.

In the area where the thistles were sprinkled, the black-robed man who had been injured in the explosion of fire and thunder wailed in pain, oblivious to what was happening around him.

At this time, there were only about twenty Modao warriors standing beside Zhao Yang, and there were hundreds of still alive remnants on the ridge.

With so many enemies, it takes a lot of time to kill them one by one, not to mention that many of them are slightly injured and have a certain ability to resist.

Squinting at the entire ridge, Zhao Yang wanted to find the figure with the giant bow on his back, but he couldn't find it.

For that condor shooter, Zhao Yang hated it very much, but that guy was gone. (To be continued.) )