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The soldiers' breathing strained, and the dark shadows in their eyes gradually widened until they covered the entire sky. ，

Because it was a phalanx that was hastily arranged, it lacked the unique weapons of the infantry regiment, the kind of spear that was three meters long and most effective against the horse team, so this phalanx with 20,000 people was not put into Xu Haifeng's eyes at all.

He rode forward, his spear swaying a little starry, and he took the lead and rushed into the enemy line.

He could clearly see the fear in the eyes of the person in front of him, the fear and cowardice that came from the depths of his soul, knowing that he would die.

With a flash of silver light, the ghostly spear pierced the enemy's collarbone, and the huge body rose high and flew far behind.

In mid-air, a terrible cry spread far away, like a giant hammer hitting the heart, which was terrifying.

His body slashed through a near-perfect curve in the air, landing heavily on the heads of his teammates behind him.

The dark cloud was excited, and it gasped for breath and rushed into the dense crowd.

Closely following behind Xu Haifeng were the five thousand fierce and vicious black-clothed armor soldiers.

When the horse team rushes into battle, it is generally necessary to choose the enemy's weakest link, so as to receive the greatest effect.

But Xu Haifeng and the others were like unreasonable beasts, and they simply rushed to the end along the straight line on the continent. They don't have to look for any gaps at all.

The strength of the Black Flag Army, this is Xu Haifeng's reliance, he believes that as long as he is followed by the five thousand Black Flag soldiers. He can ignore all obstacles, because all resistance is like a fragile layer of tissue paper, which can be broken at the slightest stab in the face of great strength.

The fierce flying light became more and more dazzling under the light of the flames. The Black Flag Army finally stormed the phalanx of 20,000 light infantry.

All the knights raised their terror blades in their hands, and they swung down at all the obstacles that stood in their way.

Shattered with one blow.

What a sharp slap in the head.

No matter whether it is a person or an object in front of them, they will always have only one movement, waving the mace in their hands, and smashing it down with a heavy stick, and the human armor is torn, and there is no longer a living mouth.

They had no bows and arrows on them, no shields on their bodies, and their only weapons were maces weighing dozens of pounds in their hands.

This terrifying weapon is rarely easy to wield. At this time, it has become a prominent symbol of the Black Flag Army.

If you talk about the Mo knife, this terrifying weapon, it is full of heavy domineering. It has always been the best infantry.

Then, the mace of the Black Flag Army is the best choice for horse warfare.

After all, the Mo knife is only a powerful weapon for infantry, as a horse battle. There are all sorts of things wrong with it.

The blade of the Mo knife is too thin, and it is easy to break when fighting horses. Moreover, it is too large in size, and it also has the inherent disadvantage of long weapons, that is, the weight of the head and tail is different. During the battle, because the blade is too long, it is easy to hang the enemy's corpse on the tip of the sword, causing the knight to lose his center of gravity and fall off his horse.

When infantry, they can use it because their feet are firmly on the ground, as long as they have enough strength.

But the cavalry was different. Adding such weight is a great burden for horses, and not many horses can afford it except for the world-famous and unbeatable horses.

Similarly, due to the difference in the weight of the two ends, unless the riding technique has reached a supernatural realm, he is afraid that he will fly out before he can hit anyone.

It is precisely because of these harsh conditions that this powerful weapon cannot be used on a large scale in horse warfare, especially for heavy cavalry, it is not advisable.

So, Jiang Kongming retreated and gave the cavalry a mace that was only a few feet.

The weight of the mace is definitely no less than that of the Mo knife. As a charging cavalry, especially the heavily armored cavalry such as the Black Flag Army, it is just right to use.

Although the men and horses are different, but under the mysterious effect of the blood wine, they cooperate seamlessly, and the knights on the horses are free and majestic.

Only those war horses who have taken blood wine can form this special cavalry unit, and only they can carry such a heavy weight as if nothing happened, and gallop on the battlefield.

And all the fighters with maces showed unparalleled strength.

The invincible blade wielded like wind in their hands, as if it were not a giant weapon weighing fifty pounds, but merely a toy wielded by a child.

The enemy's spears, shields, and swords have become fragile ornaments in front of this soldier overlord. Nothing can stop them for a moment, nothing can delay their progress.

Their queue was still a sharp cone, but the distance between the horses was inevitably wide. However, the more this happens, the greater the range of their attacks.

None of the enemy forces could hold back their overwhelming onslaught.

The Caesars in the first row were either swept into the air by the horses, or smashed into pieces by the oncoming terrifying blades, followed by the second row, and then the third row, until they broke through the entire phalanx.

The soldiers who fell to the ground endured severe pain and tried to get up, but their wishes were not fulfilled.

The horses in the back row rushed up again, and the thick iron horses stepped heavily on their bodies, and the strength of that power was like a sharp long sword, piercing deep into their bodies and into their broken souls.

The impact of the Black Flag Army was like the water of the dispensing tide, the waves were monstrous, and all living things that stood in their way would be completely wiped out by the most powerful force in the world.

It was as if a sharp pair of scissors were cutting a folded piece of cloth. From beginning to end, the entire phalanx was neatly cut into two parts.

They are born to belong to the battlefield of war, and only on the battlefield are the warriors of the Black Flag Army who are like fish in water. Advance and retreat with ease. Only here, these human beings, who have lost their sense of autonomy, can show their greatest talents and shine their brightest light.

Only here can they find the meaning of their existence.

The black armor that represents death, full of extremely bright colors, is their masterpiece, and they are accumulating their own merits with the lives of their enemies to prove their existence.

"Ah......h

Picking off the last spearman, Xu Haifeng's eyes were bright, and he knew that he had rushed out of the enemy formation.

However. He galloped forward without stopping, and just as he began to make a detour in front of him.

He leaned over and snuggled up to the side of the horse. He completed the task of turning the horse's head with the smallest curvature.

Behind him were the knights of the Black Flag Army, but at this moment, half of them were still scattered in the enemy's phalanx and did not follow.

Xu Haifeng's silver gun once again ignited the stars in the sky.

Whether it was Li Bo's lake lock throat gun or the Fang family's starry sky, it was no longer a secret kung fu in front of him.

As long as he saw it once, he could easily grasp the essence of that set of exercises. This has become his instinct, the basic ability of a grandmaster.

Even though it is the resurrection of Li Bohu, the direction is Ming. saw the silver spear in his hand, and he could only bow to the wind.

He took the lead, and once again rushed into the already chaotic enemy formation, and behind him there was still a thunderous rumble, and five thousand people circled around the battlefield and struck in again.

Every corner of the battlefield, at any moment, was splashing thick blood plasma, and they fell under the mace of the Black Flag Army. Trampled by the war horse, revealing the broken intestines, they wailed with all their might, until the loss of life gradually returned to peace.

This is the Asura Hell.

Trembling hands held sharp spears, the companions who had given them so much courage in their daily lives seemed so fragile and unreliable at this time.

Their hearts had fallen into a panic that bordered on madness, and in the face of such a monster, even those veterans who had been in battle for a long time had a trace of despair from the bottom of their hearts, which was the most primitive fear from the depths of their souls.

The Fourth Legion also had an untold amount of blood on its hands, and in the eyes of the infidels who had taken cities and destroyed villages, the Fourth Legion was synonymous with demons.

Far from being humiliated, they were complacent.

However, they never imagined that one day, they would face the real demons, the demons who had returned from hell.

With both swords and guns, the murderous spirit is fierce, and the Black Flag Army is rampage in the phalanx without scruples, where there are many people, there is the continuation of the battlefield.

"Kill......"

The loud shouts did not come from the mouths of Xu Haifeng or any of the Black Flag Army, they only knew how to silently rush forward, and then assault, until there was no more enemy in front of them.

The man who shouted this loud slogan was Caesar, a Caesar officer of the year, who was recognized as the bravest general of the Fourth Legion, and he led his troops towards the Black Flag Army.

However, in the next moment, his life ended.

Xu Haifeng's spear passed through his throat and was pulled out, his body paused for a second, and he lay down forever in disbelief.

One, two, three, countless horses stepped mercilessly past him. Until it becomes a cloud of powder, mixed with turbid dust, and no trace can be left anymore.

The bravest troops of the Fourth Legion were also vulnerable to them, and the devastating attack announced to everyone that they were unstoppable.

The phalanx of the Caesars is a solid wall, then the Black Flag Army is the pervasive mercury, and their impact is like a collapsed snow-capped mountain, so surging, so unstoppable.

No one can describe the ferocity and combat effectiveness of the Black Flag Army, their merciless killing is like a blunt knife without a blade, slowly grinding away the courage of the Caesar people, slowly grinding away and slowly cutting off.

Faced with them, the Caesar was shaken, and their eyes were filled with infinite horror and fear. The tight phalanx began a silent slackness, a hopeless fear that was eating away at their will.

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