The rebels marched in three directions. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 One of the roads was a thousand light cavalry, responsible for outflanking the 1,000 Western soldiers led by Han Feng, and the front was met by 8,000 infantry with various long and short weapons, and at the end, there were 1,000 archers.

This time for the "encirclement and suppression", Yan Fengchuan dispatched all the manpower. Behind him was a watershed, a mountain that was not tall but strong enough to be a reliable barrier. Therefore, he was not worried about someone attacking from behind - or even if someone did have wings to attack from behind, he also made up his mind to fight against the water, and he must kill the emperor of the Western Dynasty who attacked head-on.

The Western cavalry was much better equipped than their opponents, each of them holding a brand-new shield in their left hand and a spear shining with cold light in their right hand. The mounts of the soldiers at the edge of the ranks even wore leather armor, which was not as strong as iron armor, but it was lighter. The skin of the military horse is already thick, and the leather armor is protected, even if the arrow is hit, it will not hinder it, unless the opponent's bow and arrow accidentally hit the eye.

What the cavalry was most afraid of was a long-range attack, and if this problem was solved, Han Feng would be confident enough to take the opponent's 10,000 men to the Ghost Gate Pass.

The first round of bows and arrows rained down, and the arrows struck the shields with a clanging sound, officially announcing the arrival of this war. Han Feng went out this time, and the thousand cavalry he brought with him were the best soldiers among the elite soldiers, and the word "fine" not only meant that the weapons were excellent, but also that their military discipline was neat.

Under the other party's crazy blow, Rao had a shield to protect himself, but more than a dozen horses still fell down. Either the horses were wounded, or the people were wounded, but neither the man and the horse in the dust became an obstacle to the advance of the rear army, and no one would specifically bend down to see the situation of their comrades-the unwounded cavalry, maintaining their formation, continued to rush forward, like the symbol of the Fengguan Mangcheng, the arrow from the string, and fiercely pierced into the opponent's infantry camp.

The impulse of a horse is extremely terrifying for a person. Although Yan Fengchuan's infantry camp put a rejection horse in front of it, although the rejection horse stopped nearly a hundred Xidai cavalry, some of the cavalry's horse belly was pierced by the tip of the rejection horse, and even some spikes pierced the horse's body, along with the soldiers on the back to form a meat skewer, but this still did not stop the offensive of the front and arrow formation.

Rejecting the persuasion of the deputy general and the division commander, Han Feng drove Jiu Zhuo as the "forward" of the arrow formation, and never let go of his footsteps - it is true that this step is extremely slow for Jiu Zhuo, but in order to maintain the unity of the formation, it can only sacrifice its own speed.

Nine Zhuo's strength was three or four times greater than that of an ordinary military horse, which gave it better protection - Jiuzhuo was the only heavy horse among the thousand cavalry. The Darkiron Cloak dressed it up as a monster, allowing it to rampage as much as it wanted, without any interruptions. The rejection horse that stopped in front of it was even knocked out by it at once, and the huge rejection horse was lifted up by two or three feet, and fell into the crowd of Yan Fengchuan's infantry, killing more than a dozen people. In the dust, many infantry couldn't see whether Jiuzhuo was a horse or a beast at all, and could only see that it was a behemoth wrapped in iron armor, and its red mane flew and fluttered from the iron armor joint on its back, which was more terrifying than the legendary monster.

Han Feng was wearing a golden crown on his head, and what he was holding in his hand was a purple-gold long knife. The material of the long knife is the top grade of purple gold, and the iron is sharpened like clay. He swept away the enemies around him like chopping melons and vegetables, but the 8,000 infantry was indeed fundamentally different from the situation he had encountered before, and at a glance, there was still a vast sea of people around, and the crowd was like a long snake and a giant dragon, which he could not kill by himself.

After being hit by the light cavalry of the Western Dynasty, Yan Fengchuan regained his composure in the fastest time. In the support of the Chinese army, he watched the crowd turn on their backs, and at the same time, he also saw that his encirclement posture was gradually formed.

The shortcomings of the arrow array have always been at the end, just like an arrow feather - the arrow is always hurting, but the shaft of the arrow can be held in people's hands, and even broken with a slight force, not to mention the fragile white feather at the end of the arrow. Yan Fengchuan waited indifferently for Han Feng to get closer and closer with the light horse, waiting for them to sink deep into the mud. Then he would cut the shaft of the arrow in two, as the doctor who treated the wound of an arrow, and then slowly pull the arrow out from behind, even if it would make him lose a large piece of flesh.

The infantry also gradually recovered from the round after round of killing, and they originally placed a square array, the outer layer was a large square array, and the inside was one circle after another. Each circle consisted of ten people, some with knives, some with hooks, and some with hammers. Although the weapons were patchworked, with tacit cooperation, they still achieved their intended purpose - to kill people.

One by one, the circle array turned away, like a personal meat winch, dragging the cavalry of the Western Dynasty one by one from the back of the horse into the formation, and then eliminated one by one. From time to time, there was a roar of people dying on the verge of death, Han Feng turned his head slightly, there were few people approaching beside him, and those infantry knew that he was not easy to mess with, but I don't know when it started, only half of the dozen or so people who followed him in a triangular shape were left, and the people behind him ...... Through the thick human wall, he could no longer see clearly.

This is a sign of defeat without any hypocrisy, and I believe that Yan Fengchuan will not be suspicious. There were still seven or eight hundred men left to follow him, and by the time he got out of the encirclement, I am afraid that less than half of them would be ...... Han Feng was not worried about breaking out of the encirclement, he just felt sorry for the sacrifice of these good men behind him.

These people may not know what they died.

"Follow me!" Han Feng suddenly raised his purple gold long knife and roared. The soldiers behind him echoed with a loud voice—the young men did not know why they had come, they had not known why they had left, they had only obeyed orders, and they had no regrets.

This shout reinvigorated the morale of the already somewhat depressed cavalry of the Western Dynasty, and all the people who were alive saw the purple and gold long knife that symbolized the emperor, Han Feng rushed to the front, killing the enemy all the way and was unharmed, this news made the Western Dynasty sergeants cheer in unison, followed him closely, and headed to the northeast.

The northeast of the battle formation is naturally the southeast corner of the watershed. Yellowish sand and roots that have weathered like stone. There is no trace of life here, and it can even be said that the group of soldiers rushing in today is the first time in hundreds of years that this valley has received so many lives.

After it had devoured countless lives, the valley opened its mouth once more, waiting for the moment to seal it.

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