The archers who were originally facing directly in front were quickly squeezed into an arc queue as the formation changed, and the wooden bows in their hands kept opening and closing, shooting tens of thousands of white feathers out of the formation. There is no need to aim, there is no need to distinguish between friend and foe, the tactical purpose of this diffuse fire is to prevent the rebels from storming the position, so that all those who are outside the formation can be seen as the enemy.

The effect was almost immediate, and after three waves of feathered arrows, the still alive rout soldiers stopped abruptly. Their eyes widened, unable to accept that their allies had turned into enemies a few breaths ago, but their trembling legs instinctively shifted direction. Either turn around and rush to the officers and soldiers, or turn around and slip to the flank of the Changbai Army's main formation.

The wails and shouts became the main theme on the battlefield after an instant silence, "Wang Bo!" "Don't die well, you immoral fellows!" "Big Brother-" "Brother--"

The tactics were brutal, but the corpses and brainless minions succeeded in blocking the light cavalry's advance. Their horses rose and fell in the flow of people, like boats looking for shores in a storm. They used their horizontal knives as oars, stirring up a heavy red wave in the crowd, but there were too many minions who had been lost in panic, and they were cut down and fled one layer after another.

Because there is no one to organize, the rout who loses the opportunity to escape does not know how to fight to the death. They rolled and struggled under their swords, weeping and begging in front of their horses. But in the next instant, they were either cut down by the cavalry, or they were shot down by the arrows from the Changbai army.

The hellish scene did not win any sympathy from Wang Bo. Ci is not in charge of the army, there is only victory and defeat on the battlefield, and there is no good or evil. Years of experience in fighting with officers and soldiers told him that the battle had reached a critical moment. The opponent's speed advantage has been lost, and the combat effectiveness of the light armored cavalry without speed is no different from that of ordinary foot soldiers. "Stick it up, pikeman stick it!" Wang Bo waved the battle flag vigorously like a madman. He's not defeated yet, he still has a chance to pull off miracles.

The circle formed in the rush suddenly opened outward, like an epiphany that had been silent for hundreds of years, blooming in an instant. The spear with white ash as a rod and black iron as the edge spread out in all directions, picking up those who stood in front of him, and sprinkling the strongest color in the world between the blue sky and the yellow earth. Even if the time to bloom is like a white horse, they have bloomed, swayed, and have no regrets, no regrets.......

The lightly armored foot soldier with a single knife charged forward along the bloody path of the pikeman, pushing down the allies who stood in front of him, and swooping down on the officer's light cavalry. Their level of training is very different from that of their opponents, and they can almost tell the difference between life and death in one move. But the first fell, the second rushed up, the second fell, and the third and fourth did not hesitate until the rider on horseback was exhausted, until the enemy was torn off his horse, and together he was reduced to corpses and dust.

It was the first time for Boling Light Cavalry to encounter such a tough opponent, and for a while he was forced to retreat. "Distance, distance!" Zhang Jiang and Lü Qin gave a loud order, restraining their troops and horses to give up entanglement with the enemy and reorganize their troops in the distance. But the situation on the battlefield is too chaotic at the moment, the officers and soldiers are wrapped in minions, and the minions are wrapped in the officers and soldiers, you are in my way, I have tripped your feet, and it is impossible to separate easily. (NGZ Literature Network buys out the work, please do not reprint)

"Beat the drums, beat the drums to urge the war!" Wang Bo commanded loudly. On the battlefield, the minions are almost three to four in exchange for each other's lives, but according to this ratio, his Changbai Army can completely defeat the other party. As long as Liu Chunsheng, Sun Xuanya and others, who fled on the periphery of the battlefield, reacted and helped a little, today's victory would belong to the righteous army.

"Gollum ........." The crazy war drums sounded from Wang Bo's Chinese army. With the beat of the drum, the circle expands faster and more urgently, like the waves of water struck by a stone, continuous, soft, but difficult to stop.

"Rumble, rumble, rumble......." There were also drums among the officers and soldiers, short and agitated, first like the roar of a fierce beast before it swooped, and then like a mountain torrent suddenly bursting the embankment. Hearing this drum, Wang Bo, who was commanding the Changbai Army to expand its victory, suddenly stumbled as if he had been stung by a bee, and then turned his back to the sky and shouted, "Cavalry, attack, straight ahead, attack."

"Strike, stop them. Sortie - "The herald had no time to run around, and shouted with all his strength directly in the formation. Woe has come, and they have already smelled death. In the course of the two hasty formations, the defensive formation of the Changbai Army had been relaxed, and the enemy's armored cavalry was eyeing the sidelines.

They were as quiet as a mountain before, but now they are like shallow dragons out of the abyss. Swift and nimble, he slashed at Wang Bo's Chinese army with incredible speed, trying to seal his throat with a single sword.

Without Wang Bo's order, the archers and crossbowmen who reacted turned around together, and shot as many and dense feathered arrows as they could into the western sky. This is the real killer move of the enemy, the previous flank breakthrough, tend to break the pawn and rush into battle, but it is just a trick played by the enemy's main general. This man is so cunning, even more treacherous than a fox, more cunning than a poisonous snake. Wang Bo, the leader of the Changbai Army, had already seen through his plan, but unfortunately he was a little slower by half a beat.......

Half a beat can already make the difference between life and death.

The feathered arrows that came out of the hurry could not inflict a heavy blow on the heavily armored iron horsemen. Most of the feathered arrows missed their immediate targets, and a few hit, but their strength was noticeably lacking, and they were easily blocked by rawhide and thin iron blades. Even if they were wounded, the armored cavalry did not dare to take the initiative to slow down. Even the weight of the man and the horse has exceeded 1,000 catties, and once they are bumped into by their companions behind them, the result must be that each other has no bones left.

"Duanhui-" Li Xu's roar penetrated the armor and reached the ears of several pro-soldiers. Immediately beside him, Zhou Daniu, the only one who did not have a long weapon in his hand, raised his horn and blew it vigorously, and the sound of death gushed out. He trembled with excitement, his face not covered by his visor turned red with blood. After many years, he finally found this hearty feeling again, which made people drink alcohol and just want to get drunk.

Drunk on the battlefield is the dream of many people seeking fame on horseback. Either return to the homeland in fine clothes, or bury bones in the wilderness, life is not a flower, but it is as gorgeous and magnificent as a blooming spring flower. Whether you are alive, dead, dreaming, waking up, this moment is a lifetime, and this moment in this life is wonderful enough!

With the sound of horns, the cavalry formed more than 1,000 lances into three horizontal lines. They passed through the curtain of arrows and moved forward with a firm and steady pace. They brought up billowing smoke and dust and pounced on Wang Bo's Chinese army like angry dragons.

The archers who hurriedly changed their targets only had time to shoot two arrows, and the spearmen who turned around suddenly did not have time to find support for the tail of the spear, and the light cavalry of the Changbai Army that rushed to meet was like tofu touching a kitchen knife, and it was torn apart! Only a thin armor amulet was impaled effortlessly by the three-foot lance, and the whole person was picked up from the saddle and sprinkled with blood in midair.

There were no screams, no moans, not even the wails of the horses that had lost their owners. All the sounds were swallowed up in an instant by the heavy sound of horses' hooves and the clanging of armor, and the heavens and the earth seemed to have lost their color, leaving only simple and cold black and white. Black iron armor, white spears, black bodies, black war horses, and dark black blood water generally converge into a river on the gray-white earth......

Wang Bo had never seen such a sharp attack, and he couldn't believe that all this was real. For a few breaths, he didn't give any orders to respond, just stared straight ahead, watching his minions fall one after another under the hooves of the other horse. He was like a newcomer who had just entered the battlefield, and his thighs and calves were shaking at the same time. He was like a soul that had been detached from the shell, looking at the layers of corpses, without joy or sorrow, without sorrow or joy. Suddenly, his soul returned to his body, his throat and eyes were sweet, and a stream of hot, salty stuff rushed only to his head. "Pounce on them all and fight with them!" He spurted out a mouthful of blood, screamed hoarsely, and his face was full of tears.

With tears in his eyes, he saw that the team he had accumulated for nearly two years rushed to the more than 1,000 iron horsemen in front of the battlefield. There was no formation, no order, they overlapped each other, like waves crashing against the rocks. They do not hesitate, like moths that pounce on wildfire. While wiping away his tears, Wang Bo almost saw the souls of the robes, dotted with stars, like fireflies in late summer, spiraling from the battlefield and rising to the pure blue of the sky, never more hunger, no more fear.

Wang Bo jerked up his mount and rushed straight forward. His brothers were being slaughtered, and he could not abandon them and live alone.

The resistance in front of the mount suddenly increased, and after a short period of courage, the minions of the Changbai Army immediately recognized the gap between themselves and their opponents in the face of the bloody facts. Those "beasts" wrapped in steel are not something they can stop, although the other party only has more than a thousand horses, but each ride is enough to be a thousand.

A thousand thousand is a million, and they are millions of heroes who are armed to the teeth, and they are just a group of ordinary people who want to make a little fortune and struggle to survive in the troubled times. There is no shame in losing to the other party, and it is not shameful to admit defeat, the sky is big, and the life is the greatest, so they turned around, abandoned their weapons, and fled in embarrassment in front of their own coach.

"Stop, stop, two legs can't outrun four legs!" Wang Bo shouted loudly, swinging his knife and slashing at the nearest rout. It's not that he can't accept defeat, but he can't bear such a fiasco. The total number of opponents is only more than 5,000 people, and the number of opponents is less than one-eighth of the number of people participating in the battle. Just a few breaths ago, he clearly still occupied the initiative on the battlefield. But now, he was undoubtedly defeated, and it only took him to bend his index finger back and bounce off from the peak to the trough.

A few minions hesitated, but were quickly pushed away by their companions who were running backwards. "They're coming after you!" The minions turned pale and panicked. You must escape, and if you are touched by those iron-armored "beasts", you will die. Even if he is blamed by the big boss afterwards, it is better than being stepped on by a "fierce beast" and ending up dead without a corpse.

"Overseer! Overseer! After slashing down several routs who ignored their majesty one after another, Wang Bo made the final killing move. The Warlords are composed entirely of his henchmen and are the best equipped in the entire army. The screams immediately resounded in the flow of people, and the overseers wearing red Luo Mian's crotch opened fire among their own people. All minions who refused to stop immediately were treated in the same way, being stabbed with a knife and their heads cut off with another knife.

"Ahh The rout screamed loudly, turned their heads, and pushed each other away from the butcher who was swinging his knife at him. They accidentally blocked the galloping iron horsemen, and were pierced by the lance, and their bodies cried and struggled on the lance. They stood there with wide frightened eyes, watching the torrent of death advance towards them little by little, neither daring to fight nor flee again, waving their arms and crying loudly.

In order to inflict maximum damage on the enemy, the iron cavalry rushed into the enemy line and began to disperse in a predetermined sequence. They circled back and forth in the ranks of the Long White Army in small groups of a dozen people. Every team is like a knife, and the knife is bloody. Once again, the resistance that Wang Bo had organized through bloody means was shattered, and the already chaotic formation of the Changbai Army was soon cut into pieces of meat by the iron knights and placed on the cutting board, and with them all in danger of being chopped into stuffing.

Having lost the guidance and supervision from the Chinese army, the minions who had previously fought with the light cavalry also gave up their opponents and turned around to join the ranks of deserters. The entire circle array was shattered, and it was impossible for Sun Wu to be reborn to glue it together. The light cavalry, which got rid of the opponent's stubborn fighting, quickly formed the formation under the organization of Zhang Jiang and Lü Qin. Instead of putting on the cake for their comrades who were in conflict with the enemy's armies, they went around two and a half arcs, besieging and killing bystanders on the edge of the battlefield, denying them a chance to regain their courage and confidence.

The Changbai Army could not withstand the attack of the cavalry like water, and retreated one after another. Wang Bo, who had already killed the red-eyed, led his own soldiers and the overseer team to constantly organize a new defense line, and every time he watched helplessly as the defense line collapsed like a sandcastle on a river beach. Blood was dripping from his nostrils and the corners of his mouth, and the armor on his body and the mount under his crotch were also stained red with blood. Not a single drop of that blood belonged to the enemy, it all came from himself and his own minions. There was a moment when he tried to lead his guards and the overseers to make a counter-charge, not to reverse the results of the battle, but to breathe out a bad breath. But this overly "good" wish was quickly shattered by reality, and the official army dispatched only 200 cavalry to disperse the counteroffensive he organized. If it weren't for the rescue of his own soldiers, Wang Bo would not even be able to guarantee that he would have the opportunity to see the sun tomorrow.

"Big boss, stay in the green mountains!" A henchman ran to Wang Bo's side and shouted advice. He was not the first person to advise Wang Bo to retreat, and several others were all hacked and killed by Wang Bo on the spot. But this time, Wang Bo hesitated and pointed his blade at the iron horse not far away.

"Ovary, you go, I'll stay for everyone!" The once proud Wang Da smiled and ordered in a low voice.

"The big boss goes first. The big boss will avenge everyone in the future! As if he could see through Wang Bo's thoughts, several guards persuaded him in unison.

"Revenge?" As if he had heard the funniest joke, Wang Bo cracked his mouth open, revealing a mouthful of jagged teeth. "I'm not leaving, I'm going to die with you. We can't run away, the surname Li is not a person, he is not a person......" laughed at the end, his voice had turned into a whimper, and then he couldn't cry.

He has always thought that the gap between himself and others is only caused by the injustice of fate. Today, Wang Bo realized that it was just a self-deceptive lie. The ability and talent of the surname Li are a hundred times that of him, and when he encounters this kind of opponent, the rest of his life is already doomed to be bleak.

He gave birth to the king, and he gave birth to Li. Wang Bo, who was once ambitious, would rather die at this moment, in front of such an opponent, than spend the rest of his life in a nightmare.

"Okay, let's die together!" The leader of the pro-soldiers, known as the ovary, laughed miserably, carried a knife, and stood beside Wang Bo. The hundreds of nearby minions saw Wang Bo stop his mount, and they also laughed wildly and quickly approached him.

They were all fellow villagers who had evaded military service together, and after years of struggle, they could finally come to an end. They may have gone the wrong way, but their motives for raising the army back then were by no means wrong.

They are not weeds, and they should not be cut down and ditched. They had tried to build their ideal kingdom, but in the end they had achieved nothing but disaster.

Everyone was already tired, as tired as Wang Bo. The one surnamed Li did a good job in Boling, and if he was the one sent by God to end the troubled times, everyone would rather use their lives to witness all this.

"Good son under Changbai Mountain, pure red Luo Mian crotch....... someone wiped the blood and tears on his face and sang in a low voice.

"The lance invades the sky and a half, and the wheel knife shines in the sun......." The pro-soldiers and the warlord team whispered and harmonized. They still remember the Zhishilang Wang Bo back then, the king who carried the knife for everyone, instead of stepping on everyone's shoulders to seek everyone's merits.

Listening to this war song written and composed by himself, Wang Bo's heart was empty. He knew he shouldn't be afraid, and he didn't have anything to fear. After so many years, countless robes have died, and he is about to reunite with them.

Suddenly, he felt a pain in his neck, and he fell limply on the saddle.

"Big boss, only by living can you have a chance!" The leader of the pro-soldier known as the ovary leaned in Wang Bo's ear and said a word, then turned Wang Bo's horse's head and stabbed it into the horse's buttocks.

"The big boss will take revenge on us!" The pro-soldiers and war supervisors wearing red Luo Mian's crotch followed behind the ovary and pounced on the armored iron horseman.

"Go up the mountain to eat roe deer, and go down the mountain to eat cattle and sheep. Suddenly, when he heard the arrival of the official army, he raised his knife and swung forward. For example, if Liaodong dies, what is the injury caused by beheading...... "There seems to be a faint song between heaven and earth in an instant, lingering and winding.

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