The addition of the 1,000 Mongol elite horsemen in Guiyou made a new pattern in the melee. When the Mongolian heavy armored iron cavalry charged, Yang Jing hurriedly gave the order to retreat, and the Vikings did not even pursue it anymore!

Seeing this, Yang Jing knew that Ji Jin was among the Vikings, otherwise the Vikings would not stop attacking!

"Dead girl, let your people be in front!Otherwise everyone will die!" Yang Jing gathered the Mamluk mercenaries, who saw the heavily armored cavalry trampling the land, and also habitually formed an attack formation.

As soon as Yang Jing's voice fell, a familiar voice finally appeared in the crowd of iron-bones.

"Hmph, if you're dead, you're dead, and everyone is clean when you die!"

When Yang Jing heard it, it was really Ji Jin's voice, and when he turned his head to look, he saw Leviathan and Ghost Fan, accompanied Ji Jin, and slowly walked out.

Ji Jin no longer wears a ghost face, but wears Viking bone armor, but this skeleton is made of ivory-like whale bones, exuding a warm luster, the jade white tone, as if she is wearing a white jade armor, like an angel descending to earth.

From the expressions of Leviathan and Ghost Fan, Yang Jing could also see that Ji Jin, the dead girl, really subdued these Vikings, and Yang Jing was also mixed for a while.

"If you want to die, you can die, I don't want to be killed by you in such a daze!" Yang Jing walked in front of Ji Jin, and those Vikings didn't dare to stop him.

Yang Jing almost touched the tip of Ji Jin's nose, staring at her eyes, and the two looked at each other like this, not far away, Guiyu's heavy armored iron horse was already approaching!

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, Ji Jin looked at Yang Jing's resolute eyes, and seemed to see Yang Jing's determination, if he didn't accept softness this time, he was afraid that he wouldn't even have a chance to be soft in the future.

She is a willful person, free and free, never restrained, even worldly morality and good and evil have not been able to restrain her.

But in front of Yang Jing, she still had no way after all, she found that she had an inexplicable fear of Yang Jing!

Even for a moment, she even had an idea, maybe Yang Jing was in a hurry, he would really kill her with one sword, and then take the rest of these people to fight to the death!

Seeing that the Mongolian iron cavalry was about to collide, the mercenaries also held their breath, they had already sold their souls to the god of death, and they didn't have too many regrets, if there were, then the only regret was that they couldn't die with the shield bearer.

Yang Jing and Ji Jin looked at each other like this, seeing that Ji Jin did not compromise in the end, Yang Jing finally held down the handle of the knife, but the next moment, he turned around and left.

He could kill him, but he held the hilt of his sword and stood in front of the Mamluk spearman's array, while Chang Shenyue silently attached the blade to the head of the spear.

Feng Ruochen, Lu Baiyu and others also accompanied Yang Jing, only Countess Ashley and Nimo, because they had no martial arts, had to take a step back, but they did not hide.

In this case, no matter where they hide, they can't escape death, they just don't want to drag others down.

As the leader of the mercenary group, the spear thrower saw that Yang Jing was defending them like this, and the little bit of reserve left in his heart finally let go, and said to Yang Jing in front of him.

"Your Excellency, if you can survive this battle, the Mamluk mercenary group will follow you to the death!"

When Yang Jing heard this, he turned his head and smiled at everyone, and said resolutely: "Don't give up easily, we will continue to live after all!"

The mercenaries heard Yang Jing say this, their blood kept surging upward, their faces were red, their chests rose and fell violently, everyone was holding iron spears, although there was horror in their eyes, but there were no regrets in their hearts!

Seeing that the Mongolian iron cavalry was about to crash in, there was finally movement on Ji Jin's side, but she still couldn't let go of Yang Jing.

The Vikings came around from behind, using the giant axe as a shield, and in front of the mercenary group, they formed a giant axe shield wall, and Ghost Fan shouted loudly to the mercenary group behind him.

"Despicable fellows, you want to throw spears, now is the time!"

The spear thrower glanced at the ghost sail, and although the other party's eyes were still full of disdain, the spear thrower smiled heroically.

"It's better to mind yourselves, when it comes to spear throwing, do you still use you laymen to teach you?"

Ghost Fan snorted coldly, turned his head, lowered his body, and used the two giant axes to cross them in front of him, sticking them upside down on the ground, his shoulders pressed against them, but a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Ji Jin walked to Yang Jing's side, hesitated for a moment, and said in a low voice: "I don't allow you to die, no one can kill you except me!"

Yang Jing glanced at it and snorted: "Got it, dead girl, I'll clean you up when I go home!"

Although Yang Jing said this, Ji Jin's eyebrows and eyes were filled with an indescribable sweetness, as if only at this moment of life and death could she feel Yang Jing's heart for her.

She is a female devil, destined to not be able to live in peace, unable to live a stable life with Yang Jing, maybe when she is stable, it will be better to be accompanied by Lu Baiyu and even Countess Ashley, accompanied by Yang Jing.

But at this life-threatening moment, she is the person Yang Jing can rely on the most, and she is the one who depends on Yang Jing's life and death!

Yang Jing didn't think about this, and when he saw the bad old man Leviathan coming forward, he said to him.

"Hey, dude, borrow your stuff and use it!"

Leviathan hadn't come back to his senses yet, he only felt that his waist was empty, and the leather bag containing the three oil cannons had been smoothed by Yang Jing!

"Damn it, it's useful!"

"Ignorant fools, only our undead ** master can summon the flames of hell, it's just chaos!"

The Vikings were also fighting for Leviathan, but it was too late to scold at this time, because they saw that Yang Jing, a thin white-haired ghost, actually took the initiative to charge and meet those iron horses!

"Brothers, go up!"

The spear thrower finally stopped waiting, and with an order, he took the lead in throwing the iron spear in his hand!

The three hundred spearmen were killed and wounded by the Vikings, and there were only more than 200 people left, but they actually threw all the iron spears in their hands at the same time!

As spear-throwers, the iron spear is their only remaining hope of survival, and when the iron spear is thrown, no matter whether they can kill the enemy or not, they only have the short knife left in their waists, and the only thing they can trust is the Vikings who stood in the way and killed countless of their brothers!

These Mongolian iron horsemen are also extremely unlucky, if it is an ordinary bow or crossbow, it may not be able to penetrate the heavy armor on their bodies, after all, their war horses are also fully armored!

But they ran into the spearman!

The iron spear covered the night sky, hissing and screaming, and almost in the blink of an eye, it shot down more than a hundred of the front-line cavalry like cutting wheat!

The cavalry behind could not control the inertia, rushed into the body of the front army, and was tripped by the cavalry who fell to the ground, and broke three hundred people on the spot, and the rest had time, but they could only separate, bypassing from the left and right wings, and then gathered in one place to condense the force of the collision.

Yang Jing held the handle of the knife in his right hand, and held the three oil cannons in his left hand, and at this time he had rushed to the front of the cavalry, and the cavalry had already raised the long lance in his hand, stuck on the heavy armor, relying on the impact of the war horse, this long lance could string three or five enemies into a string!

In the case of light cavalry, they can run around the enemy and then shoot with their bows and arrows until they kill all the enemy, and the enemy may not be able to hurt them.

It's a pity that they are heavy cavalry, and what they are best at ramming formations, not grazing, impact is their foundation, and mobility is not their advantage.

When their lance stabbed, Yang Jing threw the bag high, pulled out the heavy tube revolver at his waist with his left hand, and shot it at the bag with great accuracy!

"Boom, boom!"

The oil cannon exploded in the air, the fire lit up the night, although the war horses were blindfolded, they were frightened by the sound of artillery, some of the horses had lost their hooves, and the cavalry was thrown to the ground, and some of the war horses were running around, and the formation was chaotic again!

The Vikings have been buried in the snow for too long, the fire has been extinguished, and the cannonballs brought by the Leviathan are really limited, and the only three left are still worried about how to ignite and detonate, but I didn't expect Yang Jing to have an instantaneous musket that can detonate these three cannonballs!

In his opinion, it was the power of technology and craftsmanship, but for the Vikings, it was the power of real magic!

They had long heard that Yang Jing was also a magician, and had always been regarded as a magician by the Mamluk mercenaries, and now that they saw with their own eyes, Yang Jing was even more handsome and chic than their necromancer!

Because Leviathan, although he knows magic, is weak in his own right, and needs a large number of guards to protect him.

But Yang Jing not only knows how to use magic, but is also a powerful general and samurai, not to mention anything else, just by facing thousands of troops, he dares to be alone and take the initiative to attack the enemy's cavalry, which is not what they can imagine!

Taking advantage of the spear throwing and explosion, when the iron cavalry encountered a head-on attack, Yang Jingfei stepped forward, and the Goujian knife was unsheathed, only to see a flash of cold light, and the enemy's general's horse head was cut off!

"Shhhhh

The war horse and the knight leaped past Yang Jing like a slow-motion replay, and Yang Jing still stayed in the heroic posture of drawing his sword, causing the Vikings to gasp!

And when the knight landed, Yang Jing's knife flashed again, and the knight's head had already landed, Yang Jing took out the scimitar on the knight's waist, the scimitar in his left hand, and the hook in his right hand, and he actually headbutted into the enemy formation again!

He is like a nail forced into the tip of a knife, this kind of hard-hitting suicidal bravery, whether it is a Viking or a Mamluk mercenary, is no stranger, but it is rare to be able to survive!

And Yang Jing's movements were full of confidence, as if he had never put these heavy horses in his eyes, which was what shocked and shocked them!

Leviathan, Ghost Fan and the others couldn't help swallowing their saliva at this time, and subconsciously looked at Ji Jin, and they may have understood in their hearts why Ji Jin was so desperate for Yang Jing, and why these mercenaries would put their lives in Yang Jing's hands with confidence!

Yang Jing is retrograde in the torrent of steel, just like a tide maker above the raging sea tide, not afraid of the storm, letting the sword light and sword shadow wash his life, and he is not afraid!

He has condensed Neidan, whether it is the five senses and six senses, or the physical reaction, or the explosive power, they have surpassed ordinary people, although these heavy armored cavalry are menacing, but they are too cumbersome, maybe Yang Jing can't kill them all, and he can't stop them, but if they want to kill Yang Jing, it's also impossible.

With such confidence, Yang Jing dared to rush up directly, thwart their sharpest knife tip, and give those behind him enough courage and confidence!

Seeing that Yang Jing was submerged in the torrent of steel, Ghost Fan clenched his teeth and roared at the Vikings: "Brothers, hold on!"

The next moment, the wave of heavy armored cavalry finally slapped on the shield wall made of a giant axe!