Chapter 332: Victory (1)

People are roaring, horses are neighing.

The Zhuge Divine Crossbow, a new weapon that has never shown its face in front of people, is simply a soul-chasing Hades order for the unprepared Huns.

10,000 medium-sized Zhuge Divine Crossbows can fire ten long arrows in turn each time. Spare arrow boxes were stacked high behind the crossbow, seemingly endless.

In each round, 3,300 units were fired at the same time, and when the fifth arrow was fired, the second round followed.

When ten of the 3,300 arrows in the first round were fired, the 3,300 in the third round followed.

At this time, the crossbow archers quickly replaced the first round of Zhuge Divine Crossbows with a new pair of arrow boxes, and their movements were extremely skillful, obviously prepared and trained for a long time.

The crossbow is far more powerful than the average archer, and its rate of fire is even faster than that of the fastest archer.

10,000 Zhuge Divine Crossbows are definitely equivalent to 30,000 Divine Archers firing non-stop, and for a time, the sky was full of endless arrows.

In a short period of time, the Huns immediately suffered heavy casualties.

In the endless sea of arrows, they turned on their backs and died on the spot, but no one in the Golden Wolf Army flinched.

Countless warriors went forward one after another, and their purpose was only one, that is, to rush into the enemy's ranks, kill the person who fired the arrow, and create opportunities for the brothers who came after.

In dealing with the enemy, the Golden Wolf Army has always been ruthless. In the same way, as long as there is a glimmer of hope for victory, they will never give up.

Even if the price paid is twice as painful, as long as they can achieve the final victory and let the banner of the Golden Wolf Army continue to flutter in the sky, they will have no regrets.

On the left side of the main battlefield, Zhang Jinzhong looked at the changes in the Chinese army with an anxious expression, and his expression naturally couldn't hide from Lin Zhengming beside him.

"General, what's wrong with you?"

Shaking his head slightly, Lieutenant Zhang Jin put the doubts in his mind to the back of his mind:

"It's nothing, maybe the commander has other plans, and he ordered the second battalion in the middle and rear to prepare to move closer to the main battlefield, and we ......"

However, at this moment, a deep voice suddenly spread far away from the battlefield.

It doesn't seem to be a deliberate shout, but everyone can hear it.

"The ancient road beard is dead, and you can't descend quickly."

The crowd looked back in amazement.

At the top of the tower, a man stands with his head held high and facing the wind.

In his hand, there was a handsome banner standing above the tower, but at this moment, it was already held upside down by him.

He raised his palm as a knife and swung it down. The flagpole made of pine wood was like straw, and he cut it in two.

Holding the two corners of the banner, he exhaled and shouted, and the handsome banner was suddenly divided into two.

He held up the two rags aloft and let go.

Two pieces of bright red cloth fluttered in the wind, flying into the distance.

The disappearance of the banner seems to have taken away people's confidence and hope for victory.

An unstoppable sense of panic quickly spread through the Chinese army.

The officers who were in charge of giving orders had a trace of confusion in their eyes, and all the soldiers were slow down for a moment in their hands.

A phrase echoed in their hearts: '

"The ancient road beard is dead, and you can't descend quickly."

Is this true?

In the era of cold weapons, the life and death of the main general often represents the survival of an army.

For this group of Cheng family's private soldiers established by retired soldiers of the Sky Eagle Legion as the backbone, Gu Dao Beard's prestige and prestige are so high that he no longer thinks of being a second person.

If anything happens to him at this time, then the cohesion and combat effectiveness of this army are bound to be greatly weakened.

Can such an army, under the advantages of one another, still be able to defeat the imposing Huns?

The Cheng family's Chinese army inevitably had a moment of pause and hesitation, and even chaos on the front line.

It was this work that gave the Hun cavalry a chance to turn the tide of the battle.

They whipped the horses under their crotches hard, because they knew that this was the best chance, probably the only one.

It's close, it's close.

Just when the firing frequency and density of the Zhuge Divine Crossbow reached the lowest today, the Huns had already tightened the distance between them.

The Han generals shouted angrily, and the black cylinder was raised again, and it was about to shoot a new round of deadly long arrows.

However, the horses of the Huns reached an unprecedented high speed at this moment.

The dozens of cavalry in the front row were only a dozen steps away from the middle camp of the Han army.

"Putting ......"

The Han generals rejoiced in their hearts, if they were one step later and let them rush into the battle, the situation would be unimaginable.

However, this thought of his only flashed for a moment, and was dispelled by the tragic scene in front of him.

"Whoosh......"

The arrows flew out and pierced through the body of the war horse.

Suddenly, a person jumped high, and behind him, countless men flew in.

They abandoned their fallen horses, spread their legs, and launched a suicidal charge towards the enemy more than ten paces away.

"Kill ......"

Shouters filled with murder and hatred came from the air.

Maimaiti's face was hideous, and the blood on his left shoulder was pouring out, although it was barely wrapped in rags, but the wound was still stained red.

However, his spirits were highly excited.

Because, he finally rushed to the camp of the Chinese army. At this moment, in front of him, there was a Han soldier with a face full of apprehension, and it was no longer the Zhuge Divine Crossbow who was never tirelessly shooting cold arrows.

The saber in his hand flew up, and his body was in mid-air, and he was already wielding a brilliant knife shadow, and under the reflection of the sun, it exploded into a dazzling light.

The soldiers on guard, who were also battle-men, raised their spears and stabbed at him.

Maimaiti didn't dodge or dodge, he swung it down, and then came first, and actually cut it in two.

"Ah......h

The terrible screams were chilling, and this was the first casualty of a Chinese soldier in his own territory.

"Keep up with the ......," Maimaiti shouted loudly, and behind him were the dozen or so warriors who had crossed the death line first.

They finally crossed the line of life and death that represented the life and death of the people.

"Kill ......"

The Han generals shouted.

Countless soldiers poured in to besiege them.

The crossbow archers in the back row ignored them, and they were intently changing their spare arrow magazines.

A dozen or so people are of no use at all in a battle of this scale.

The real enemy of the Cheng family is not Maimaiti, not the dozen or so warriors with skilled martial arts behind him, but the thousands of Hun iron horsemen who are still launching a fierce attack here.

As long as they can continue to fire the Zhuge Divine Crossbow and keep the Hun army out, even if these dozen or so people are brave and good at fighting, they will not be able to make much waves.

The generals of the Han people understand this truth, and Maimaiti will not be unaware of it.

He roared angrily and rushed forward with his sword, his target was the Zhuge Divine Crossbow, the soldiers who were responsible for firing the Zhuge Divine Crossbow.

The Han people raised their swords and guns at the same time, and cut down at the merciless stabbing of these more than ten people.

Regardless of his own safety, Maimaiti strode forward, and every time he swung his knife, he could take away a human life. At the same time, there is bound to be one or several more blood marks on his body.

His steps changed from firm to staggering, but his direction never changed, and he walked unwaveringly towards the front.

Maimaiti's whole body was soaked in blood, his blood mixed with the blood of his enemies, and his body was covered with dark red plasma.

There are fewer and fewer soldiers behind him, but as long as there is a breath of air, they can unswervingly follow his footsteps without stopping.

Finally, Maimaiti swung out a knife, and his eyes lit up, and he had broken through the crowd and came to the side of Zhuge Shen's crossbow.

He sneered, his blood-stained face indescribably terrifying.

The sword flashed in his hand, and the back half of the spring of the crossbow arrow made an unpleasant creaking sound, and then he could no longer move.

Maimaiti was overjoyed, he was about to concoct the same method, and suddenly felt a light in his hand.

Looking at it, the Vajra saber, which has followed him for decades, has been cut off from it.

Just as he was stunned, a dark arrow had pierced his right chest.

However, with a silent toss, the broken knife was shot deep into the chest of a Han soldier.

As soon as he bowed his head and, a long grab suddenly appeared in his hand.

With a loud shout, he ran rampant with a gun, invincible all the way, killing people like hemp, and came to the side of another Zhuge God crossbow.

The tip of the spear shimmered with a deadly light in the daylight, and at this moment, he had already put his life and death on the line.

Due to excessive blood loss, his consciousness has been a little blurred, but in his heart, he has always kept one thing firmly in mind.

He wants to knock out his opponent's Zhuge Divine Crossbow.

Suddenly there was a gap in the mile-long line of defense, where not a single bow or arrow appeared.

The eagle's order was very timely, and the warriors of the Golden Wolf Army launched the fiercest attack against this gap.

Gradually, the gap widened, from the destruction of one crossbow, to the second, to the third......

Countless knights of the Golden Wolf Army poured into the Han army from this widening gap.

They fought with their sabers in their hands, widening the gap wider and wider, down to the entire line of defense.

The sword light is flying, and the gun shadow is fluttering.

There was no longer any strength in Maimaiti's body, and the reason why he could barely stand was because there was a breath of resentment in his chest.

There were countless wounds on his body, and several long arrows had already pierced his body in front of his chest and back, and his blood had already flowed.

Looking up, countless figures rushed forward from behind him, and in front of his eyes was a piece of gold, dazzling gold.

His body fell to the ground with a thud, and he fell to the ground in the muddy dust.

However, there was a happy smile on his face, a bloodless last smile.