One step, two steps, three steps. This was the step they had taken after throwing their spears, and just after taking three steps, the Yellow Turban Army's Yellow Sky Iron Cavalry had already arrived in front of them. The sand stirred up by the horse's hooves trampling the ground is carried by the wind, and it becomes the wind and sand that pierces people's skin.

The wind and sand blew on the bare skin of the bare faces of the soldiers in the death battalion, bringing bursts of stinging pain, not only the skin, but also the eyes, many soldiers squinted their eyes, and looked up at the cavalry rushing in front of them through the gap between their eyelids.

They were so high up that even the wind they brought out was a strong wind, rolling the lower corners of their robes and constantly moving. The tall war horse, the heavy raised hooves, when it falls, will step on a vague mark on the ground, it is conceivable that if this is trampled on the human body, it is enough to leave a deep scar on the human body, the bones are broken, and the immortal will be unforgettable for this experience.

The Yellow Turban Cavalry was condescending, and the head of the spear held when the arm was raised flashed with cold light, and they only needed to raise the spear and aim the head of the spear at the soldiers of the death camp, and the horses under the seat would lead them to stab the head of the spear into the body of the soldiers of the death camp. They don't even need spears, they just need to urge their horses and crash forward, and everyone who stands in their way will be crushed and trampled. Therefore, there is no superfluous emotion in their eyes, and they don't even linger on a straight eye, and they look straight ahead.

"Pounding." The hearts of the soldiers of the death battalion were beating violently, but their minds were extremely calm. They have long had their own set of ways to deal with cavalry, even if they don't have many times against cavalry, but they just need to learn how to deal with horses.

"Look at the nails!" There was a soldier who took out a large handful of iron nails from his bosom and sprinkled them in front of him, each nail was polished into the shape of a thumbtack, and when he spilled it, there were always some nails with the tips pointed upwards. And the point of the thick, big nail was so sharp that he sprinkled it and stepped back.

"Brothers, remember, I contracted this piece of the battle, and whoever stepped on it didn't care about me!"

The death battalion soldier standing beside him couldn't help but turn green and move away from the soldier, while remembering in his mind the location of the ground covered with nails. The power of the nail, they have already seen it, stepping on it, it is the pain that penetrates the soles of the feet, the kind of pain, if they choose, some people would rather choose to be slashed, at least the knife will not stay in the body!

This piece of nail only occupies a small piece of ground, and for the cluster charge of cavalry, it can affect dozens of cavalry.

Kill people first and kill horses, and the direction in which the weapons in the hands of many soldiers of the death battalion are aimed at is the war horses of these cavalry!

"Bang." A dull sound sounded, and a soldier of the death battalion couldn't dodge, and was violently knocked out by the war horse, and he had already spit out blood in a big gulp when he was flying in the sky. He fell to the ground again, and the bones on his body were broken, and in front of him, the war horse raised its hooves and stepped heavily on his lying body. This is just a relatively soft and fresh ground, in the eyes of the war horse, it is just the land that allows him to gallop!

However, the soldier was calm, looking at the raised hooves of the war horse, and at the cold face on the horse's back, his thoughts gradually blurred. From the moment he became a soldier in the death battalion, no, no, from the moment he joined the army, he knew that there was such a day, but he didn't want this day to come so late.

Many of his companions who had been mobilized with him to suppress the Yellow Turban Rebellion had died in front of his eyes, and he didn't know how many of them were still alive, knowing and not knowing. Luck, perhaps? Let him come here and enter the death camp, but now, maybe this luck is gone, right?

Time passed very slowly, from the moment he was knocked away, he felt that time was slow, like the sum of all the time he had experienced in this life, but it was going to reach the end eventually. His lips twitched, but he couldn't speak, and blood bubbled out, staining the corners of his mouth red, down to his chin, and then hanging down his neck.

At the corner of his mouth, a strange smile suddenly appeared, very faint, but extremely happy. He has been able to come so far, live until now, and enter the death camp, relying on more than luck!

The smile was getting bigger and brighter, and the only thing he hadn't relaxed from just now was his right hand, and the barrel of the gun he was holding tightly in his right hand. Lifting the barrel of the gun and the tip of the gun outward, this was the biggest counterattack he could do right now.

It's worth it! He grinned, his eyes widened violently the next moment, his body twitched violently, and finally he lost his breath again. The horse's hooves trampled on his chest, trampling his chest into a hollow, and the horse screamed, and under the horrified gaze of the horsemen on the horse, suddenly the whole horse fell sideways, and even the horsemen on horseback fell hard. In the belly of the horse, a spear pierced deeply, and even with the tip of the spear, most of the barrel of the spear did not enter the belly of the war horse.

This is the softest part, and it is also the part that the war horse himself sent to the soldier's hand, and his strength at that time was barely to stand up the spear. It's just that the speed of the war horse's charge, with its inertia, made his reluctant strength a fatal blow.

"Jiang Ming!" Beside him, a soldier of the death battalion had red eyes, and pounced forward, and the long knife in his hand slashed at the fallen cavalryman.

There was a burst of blood light, and every time he slashed, he used the greatest strength. In one fell swoop, a huge wound was left on the body of the cavalryman, and by the time of the second sword, the Yellow Turban cavalry died! The soldier was still chopping and slashing, venting the grief and anger in his heart, although he had seen too many of his comrades die, but he still couldn't accept it!

The flesh and blood were blurred, and even the war horse was hacked to death. The splash of blood splattered on the soldier's body, staining him into a red bloody man, and there were pieces of minced flesh, but he wiped a handful of blood from his face at will, even if it made the whole face dirtier.

Before he could search for his next target, a spear suddenly appeared, the tip of which pressed against his armor, and collided with the armor on his body with a piercing grinding sound. In the next moment, the spear penetrated through his body, and led him forward quickly.

The Yellow Turban cavalry on the horse drew his spear, and the body of the soldier of the death battalion fell, and was trampled by the four hooves of the war horse, and the flesh and blood were blurred in an instant. Another cavalryman galloped past, and the corpse, which was still visible in human form, had turned into a mass of meat sauce.

(End of chapter)