When Zhuang Yichen had just begun to charge towards the military position on the opposite bank, Zhuang Yichen decisively transferred the hundreds of harpy skeletons that he had previously ambushed on the opposite bank away from the river beach, and flew to the river bank not far from him to ambush under the cover of dark night.

The wide Yangtze River runs through the city, and on this side of the river happens to be the bustling city, and the mutilated buildings on the river bank under artillery fire provide a barrier for the harpy skeletons to hide their shapes.

The iron hooves of the heavy necromancer stepped onto the land on the other side of the river, and rushed towards the military position at a galloping speed. The iron hooves of Da Da were getting closer and closer, and in just a dozen seconds, they hit the wide plain by the Yangtze River.

At this moment, the roar of engines sounded, and 59 tanks drove out from behind the army's positions with their guns raised.

Thousands of tanks charged in clusters, and for a time smoke and dust were everywhere!

"Boom! Rumble! Rumble! Rumble! ”

The muzzles of hundreds of tanks in front of them instantly lit up with dazzling flames, and the 100mm rifled guns equipped with the 59 tank immediately roared and flew out one after another high-explosive anti-personnel bombs and flew towards the unstoppable Necromantic Iron Horse!

At the same time, the long sword in the hand of Gao Yang, the leader of the Necromantic Iron Knights who rushed to the front, and the dark red light on the thousands of Necromantic Knights behind him, actually launched a cluster charge in an instant!

If you look down from the sky, you can only see a dense charging formation, and the area at the forefront suddenly fanned out countless slender torrents in front like a heavenly maiden scattering flowers, and then, a rifled cannon exploded between the scattered cavalry formations.

The dazzling light of the fire carried countless high-speed flying shrapnel to the surrounding area, but the artillery fire did not achieve the desired results. The scattered stormtroopers dodged the damage well, and after a round of artillery fire, the scattered Necrocyclaves converged again into a vast black wave like flowing water, sweeping towards the tank group!

With such a shortage of ammunition, the previously extravagant rocket artillery washing naturally could no longer be sent to the field. In the face of the vast black wave, only the torrent of steel charged by the tank cluster can resist it!

In the blink of an eye, the galloping iron hooves hit the front of the tank, and then in a roaring track rotation and crushing, it collided with the 59 tank group!

Although the charge of the Necromantic Iron Rider was mighty, it still could not compete with dozens of tons of tanks. Therefore, as soon as the two sides came into contact, the dense black torrent was once again like mercury leaking out of the ground, and one by one the necromantic heavy riders flashed with dark red brilliance, interspersed into the gaps in the tank cluster.

…… Sou~! Sou!! Sou!

A piece of sword with a blood-red fighting spirit slashed the long barrels of the tanks at the forefront in an instant. The charge formation of the 59 tank is naturally not a boxy and regular rectangle, as soon as the necromantic heavy cavalry in front broke into the tank formation, the tank in the rear immediately blocked the front road of those necromantic iron cavalry.

Subsequently, the anti-aircraft machine gun of the 59 tank fired a dense rain of bullets at the close necromantic heavy cavalry! The tank in front of it with its barrel cut off did not slow down at all, and rushed directly towards the innermost part of the cavalry formation.

In just a few minutes, more than a thousand tanks were instantly interspersed and cut into tens of thousands of necromantic heavy riders. Their unstoppable stormtrooper formation immediately stalled.

A 59 tank roared and knocked over a bunch of necromantic iron riders, under the merciless agitation of the tracks, they were turned into broken bones on the spot, he unabated momentum, roaring and moving forward at great speed, the muzzle of his main gun was flattened, and then a shell came out of the chamber, and once again the dozens of necromantic iron riders in front of him were directly blasted into slag!

Tanks on the move have a very low hit rate, but with such a dense necromantic cavalry, they don't need to aim at all to hit the target.

The tank certainly has an innate advantage in the face of the Necromantic Heavy Cavalry, but the Necromantic Heavy Cavalry, as the main force in the hands of the undead, is naturally not a lamb to be slaughtered.

Although it is possible for twenty or thirty Necromantic Iron Riders to charge together to overturn a tank from the side, the combat knife in the Necromantic Iron Rider is quite sharp, even if it cannot directly penetrate hundreds of millimeters of tank armor, but the weak parts of the barrel and track can be easily cut off.

After the tank fired, it continued to penetrate the front without abating. However, there was no support around him at this time.

It has always been taboo to go alone. I saw a group of necromantic iron horsemen rushing towards him like a tide, cutting the two tracks of the 59 tank in just a few seconds, and the barrel of the gun was also cut in half.

The battle continued fiercely, and the tanks were constantly incapacitated by the swords of the Necrocytes, lying on the ground. There are also continuous patches of necromantic iron horses that have been strangled by artillery fire and tracks, turning into slag and melting into the dirt.

The frozen ice was still hard, and a steady stream of necromantic heavy riders rushed towards the riverbank for support. The consumption of undead soldiers only takes time to replenish, and on the side of the human army, every casualty and loss of equipment is equivalent to weakening the overall strength little by little.

Soon, as the tide of the war evolved, the heat of the war also continued to heat up, originally just a daily war of attrition, but after a full month and a half of peace between the warring parties, the patience of the undead was apparently consumed to the limit.

For a month and a half, there was a small amount of friction, and no major battles occurred. This is enough time for the undead to amass a large army and wage a large-scale war.

War is not something that can be restrained by reason. Maybe it's because the casualties of the Necrocyclave are too heavy, or maybe it's because the human army has taken advantage of the air battle. Zhuang Yichen only felt a familiar terrifying aura instantly oppress the entire battlefield, and a real undead appeared in front of the position of the necromantic army and took over the command of this battle.

I saw groups of people who were knocked out of the endless sea of skeletons behind the hundreds or so of the Lich Mage Clan, and then collectively chanted magic.

This time, the solid ice in the river slowly formed dozens of bridges with a width of dozens of meters. In the gap between the bridges, the icy river water was mobilized in mid-air, and then condensed hundreds of thousands of sharp and slender ice arrow rains, shooting towards the opposite bank!

The Necromantic Iron Cavalry on the opposite bank has been interspersed and divided by 59 tank groups, and it is about to be destroyed, and the dense rain of ice arrows shines with a faint blue and brilliant cold light under the miserable white light of the flares, covering the entire river surface in an instant!