The bed crossbow and stone thrower at the head of Lingzhou City were pushed by everyone almost like cattle, and they quickly shot stone bullets and huge crossbow arrows into the Xiazhou crossbowmen three or four hundred steps away from the city. "My lord, let the iron harrier rush into battle, it will be difficult to have such a family foundation, if the Anxi army is exhausted, how to suppress those unruly people. Po Chaowu whispered in Cai Jifeng's ear, the Xiazhou Tuoba clan has such a strong crossbow army, which is the Dinghai Divine Needle that subdues various tribes, and the loyal crossbowmen are all generations of Tuoba clan's slaves, if they are allowed to wear down under Lingzhou City, they are only afraid of chilling. Cai Jifeng also had this intention, and when he heard this, he nodded and said: "It's almost over, let Jiqian charge into battle!" The antlers of the Han army's bow and crossbow battalion have all been leveled by the leading cavalry, which is just right for the iron harrier to charge.

After receiving Cai Jifeng's order from the Chinese army, under the cover of crossbow arrows, the Iron Harrier cavalry, which was shrouded in the armor of the car, brandished sharp swords and spears, and the most forward formed a wedge-shaped formation towards the Anxi military formation. More than 2,000 iron harriers are the children of the nobles of various tribes, and they follow different masters on weekdays, and it is not easy to get together. Behind the Iron Harrier were their henchmen, from all tribes, nearly 8,000 elite cavalrymen, following their masters and desperately rushing towards the front of the Anxi army.

Since the Xiazhou crossbowmen went into battle, Cai Keyuan, Cai Kexian and others, who were watching the battle in the back, had gloomy faces, and at this moment, the huge iron harriers rushed into battle, which made these scheming Tuoba nobles silent, and the power of Xiazhou was still second to none in the five states.

Cai Jiqian was tightly surrounded by the iron harrier and rushed into battle first, he extremely enjoyed the pleasant feeling of leading thousands of troops and horses to charge and kill the enemy, "Kill!" He suddenly let out a roar like a wolf, using not the usual Qiang language, but the Xianbei language that has been passed down from generation to generation, which can only be learned by the descendants of the Tuoba lineage, and the noble Xianbei language that records the secrets of various military states, and all the languages of the noble Xianbei people who once ruled many races on the earth. Although the iron harriers who followed Cai Jiqian closely did not understand, they obviously felt a sense of battle that burst out of their master's body, "Kill!" and "Kill!" each brandished their sharp swords and spears, and rushed straight towards the front formation of the Anxi Army, which had just received the blow of the Xiazhou Army's crossbow formation, and was replenishing manpower and reorganizing the formation.

"Brothers, the time has come to serve the country, long live the sergeant!" Bai Sheng, the commander of the Jiaorong army, was ordered to command three thousand Mo swordsmen, "Long live the sergeant!" "Long live!" With the shouting, the whole body was draped in the heavy armor of the infantry army, and the Mo swordsmen who were originally sitting on the ground stood up one after another, and walked forward on foot under the leadership of the centurion, standing behind the spear battalion, just waiting for the moment of collision with the thunderous heavy cavalry in front. More than 100 people fell to the spear battalion of 500 sergeants before they could officially engage the enemy, and Bai Sheng was worried about whether the spear battalion could withstand the full force of the two thousand iron harriers, so he discussed with Lin Hong, who commanded the spearmen in the front, and asked the Mo knife men to replenish the gap in the spear battalion in advance. The Iron Harrier's armor is very difficult to penetrate with a crossbow, so instead of letting the bow battalion risk another rehearsal of the enemy's retreat, it is better to have the best heavy infantry of this era and the Iron Harrier have a face-to-face duel.

"Long live the sergeant!" "Long live Anxi!" From the gap in the helmet, I saw a large group of iron harriers getting closer and closer, followed by tens of thousands of party cavalry who were about to take advantage of the situation to step into the Anxi army formation and slash and kill, and the pikemen and swordsmen shouted loudly, restraining the instinctive fear in their hearts. When the infantry faced the heavy cavalry charging into battle, there was a black and heavy mountain-like steel monster in front of him, accompanied by the sound of thunderous iron hooves, the ground was also trembling slightly, and there was no way for flesh and blood not to be afraid,

The sturdy horses wrapped in cold-wrought iron armor were driven by their masters without hesitation and crashed into the line of the pikemen's camp, and the huge impact caused many sergeants to vomit blood from the shock of their chests and abdomen, and many pikemen died under the spears of the iron harriers or were trampled to death by horses. But at the same time, the Iron Harrier and the Partisan cavalry were like waves crashing on the shore, and all the impact was absorbed by the iron-forged reef.

"Rush!" "Kill the party!" When the spearmen were still trying to overcome the huge impact of the iron cavalry, the Mo knife men had already rushed out of the gap of the pikemen, weighing more than 20 catties of Zhang Xu Mo knife, focusing on the legs of the horse, the iron harrier armor was not enough to cover the place, the Mo knife hand is the essence of the Anxi infantry army, all of them are tall and strong and not afraid of death, this time the pikemen formed a formation, and suddenly called the enemy cavalry who lost their speed suffered a big loss, and the five thousand spearmen in the rear followed closely behind the Mo knife hand, and several spears worked together to insert the overwhelmed iron harrier cavalry off the horse, and pierced to death on the ground with the iron tip at the end of the spear。 After the Mo knife hand rushed into the party cavalry formation with thin armor behind, it was even more unstoppable, the five-foot-long blade fell undulatingly, like the rolling tide of the sea, and surging forward like a flesh millstone, with a bloody wind and rain, the Mo knife hand was covered with a heavy trap iron armor, and in the middle was a pair of rattan armor that resisted the strong slashing and slashing, and at the same time supported the distribution of the weight of the armor, and there were several layers of thick silk silk close-fitting armor inside, if the cavalry lost the power of impact, it was really difficult to deal with it with a sword and spear volley. The follow-up party cavalry saw that the people in front of them were on their backs, and even the iron harriers suffered a big loss, and they were frightened, and they fought their horses back one after another, trying to escape with their horsepower.

The Iron Harrier, who had lost his speed, struggled desperately through the pikemen's forest, and the few cavalry loyal to the Lord could not rush up to stop the Mosaber men from marching forward.

The commander of the Jiaorong army made Bai Sheng shout loudly and shouted at the surrounding Mo knife hands and rushed to kill, at this time the battlefield was full of people and horses, his voice was only heard by a few officers around, and the Mo knife men only fought in a formation with ordinary training.

Except for those nobles who had sharp Xiazhou swords and used blunt weapons such as iron bone stacks and iron maces, most of the party cavalry armed with scimitars were difficult to cut through the thick trap armor and hurt the heavy infantry, while the heavy and sharp Mo knife was the nightmare of the light cavalry of the party clan with almost no armor protection.