If death is unavoidable, then it is a blessing in life to walk to the end of life with this group of lovely soldiers.

It's just that Li Qinzai still feels very guilty, and it is his will to flee and surrender that makes this group of soldiers have to pay the price of their lives.

I really want to say something sorry for everyone, but I feel a little hypocritical, it's all like this, and it seems pale to say anything.

At the edge of the circle, the fighting between the enemy and us became more and more intense.

For the enemy, this is the last chance, as long as they can be the first to break through the formation of the Tang army, it will be a first achievement.

For the Tang Army, this is the last sacrifice of life, if you can live one more moment, you can kill one more enemy, and you can earn even if you die.

I have seen too many scenes of flesh and blood, and Li Qinzai and the soldiers have become numb.

Finally, the shield array on the periphery of the circle was torn open under the impact of the enemy round after round, and several soldiers holding shields were poked down by the enemy, and the shield array suddenly burst like the Yellow River.

Liu Renyuan hurriedly squeezed in front of Li Qinzai and said loudly: "Li Shuai, the shield array is about to break!" ”

Li Qinzai narrowed his eyes and shouted, "Pei Zhengqing! ”

In the round array, Pei Zhengqing said awe-inspiringly: "The end will be!" ”

Li Qinzai looked at him: "It's time for the Modao camp!" ”

Pei Zhengqing showed a hideous smile and said, "The last general will obey the order." ”

When the shield array in front of him broke the embankment, Pei Zhengqing's roar came from the circle array.

"The Modao Battalion listens to the order, kills the bloody road, and sets up a formation, even if we die, we must let the dog crumbs accompany us on the road!"

The five hundred soldiers of the Modao Battalion who were crowded in the center of the circle were suddenly surprised.

Immediately afterwards, the heavy Mo knife flashed in the circle array, and outside the shield array, countless enemy soldiers were stabbed by the broad-bladed and long-handled Mo knife that suddenly appeared, and the enemy soldiers screamed and retreated.

Taking advantage of the enemy's retreat, the Mo Dao Men became more and more courageous, and the Mo Dao in their hands flickered with cold light, and began to swing slowly.

Pei Zhengqing stood beside Li Qinzai, the small flag in his hand kept waving, and he commanded the Modao battalion to line up.

The Mo knife is a weapon that has always been more cruel than the halberd and spear on the battlefield, because it has a large wound to the enemy, and as long as the array is formed, it is an indestructible meat grinding machine.

Under Pei Zhengqing's order, the array of five hundred Mo knife hands became wider and wider, and finally on this battlefield with countless corpses, the Tang army re-opened its position, standing in the blood and stumps of the Pao Ze brothers, the Mo Dao battalion was like a phoenix reborn in blood, making a loud phoenix roar in the flames.

The attacking enemy forces couldn't believe it, they had the advantage, and they were about to annihilate the Tang army, but they really couldn't figure out why the tide of the battle was reversed by the Tang army again.

Looking at the impenetrable Mo Dao Array in front of him, the enemy army was furious, and some enemy troops who did not believe in evil tried to charge towards the Mo Dao Array, but as soon as they entered the edge of the Mo Dao Array, they were wrenched to pieces by the wielding Mo Dao, and the miserable screams and the diffuse blood mist of the stumps were mixed together.

The enemy army hurriedly retreated, and the enemy general watched from afar, stamping his feet and scolding angrily.

Li Qinzai and the few hundred remaining soldiers were protected by the Modao Battalion in the middle of the array, and seeing that the tide of battle seemed to have been reversed, the exhausted soldiers in the array suddenly cheered up.

Li Qinzai was not happy at all.

Why didn't he use the Modao camp until the last moment, why did so many Pao Ze brothers die just now, and he didn't think about letting the Modao camp go?

Because although the Mo Dao Battalion is invincible in the battle array, the strength of the Mo Dao Hands is limited.

More than 20 catties of Mo knife, wielding for a moment, or even waving for half an hour, may be able to do it, but if you keep swinging it, Mo Dao hand does not have so much stamina, once the strength is exhausted, the array is flawed, it is the time when the soldiers die in battle.

In other words, the use of the Modao Battalion is the last resort.

When the Mo knife of the Mo Dao Battalion is wielded, it means that everyone's life has entered the countdown, and the end of the countdown is when the Mo Dao Hands are exhausted.

How long can it last? One hour, two hours?

No matter how long it takes, if you can't wait for reinforcements to come, it doesn't really mean much to live an extra hour or an hour less.

As the array of the Modao battalion unfolded, the enemy army was caught off guard and suffered another big loss, and after dropping hundreds of corpses, they had to retreat.

The two armies again fell into a state of confrontation.

Pei Zhengqing walked up to Li Qinzai and said in a low voice: "Li Shuai, the Modao Battalion can hold on for about an hour and a half, which is already their limit......

Pei Zhengqing didn't say the next words, but Li Qinzai understood what he meant.

After an hour and a half, the Modao battalion had done their best, they would lose their strength, they would be weak, their hands were weak, they were not even as strong as a scholar, they could only sit on the ground and let the enemy slaughter.

Pei Zhengqing said again: "In this hour and a half, can Li Shuai come up with a good strategy to retreat from the enemy?" ”

Li Qinzai smiled bitterly, all the means that should be used have been used, in order to deal with the enemy, firearms gunpowder, mines, explosives bags, trenches, and Mo knife formations......

All the wisdom of his life has been used here, and at this time, he really has no way.

Offensive and defensive battles on the plains, in fact, where can there be too much strategic calculation? Since ancient times, it has been a rare miracle that Li Qinzai was able to lead his troops to hold out for nearly ten hours when the enemy was four times his own.

Whether this encounter is a classic of ancient and modern combat examples, Li Qinzai doesn't want to think about it, it has nothing to do with him, it is a matter for future generations.

Perhaps a few years later, this tragic battle will be nothing more than a few words in the history books.

Now Li Qinzai just wants to lead the soldiers to hold on for a while longer and survive a few more people.

Seeing Li Qinzai's wry smile, Pei Zhengqing also understood, smiled heroically, and said: "It's okay, even if the whole army is wiped out, we will beat that group of dogs to pieces, and we will no longer be able to pursue Yinggong and sneak attack the main force of our Wang Division." ”

Staring at Li Qinzai's face, Pei Zhengqing said seriously: "If there is an afterlife, I am willing to join Li Shuai again, be your Mo Dao general, and create an invincible Mo Dao Battalion for you." ”

Li Qinzai drooped his eyelids and sighed: "If there is an afterlife, why not be reborn in a prosperous and powerful country, and the generations will never suffer from conquest, and there is no need to part with flesh and blood, and there is no need to be helpless......

Pei Zhengqing looked stunned, and then smiled: "If this is the case, it will be okay if you don't see Li Shuai in the last life." ”

On the battlefield, the confrontation between the Modao battalion and the enemy army did not last long.

Soon, a formation suddenly appeared in the enemy formation on the opposite side, and then there was a dull string sound, and a rain of arrows came towards the Modao battalion.

When even many Mo Dao hands had arrows in their hands and fell to the ground with a snort, a gap appeared in the Mo Dao Array in an instant.

Pei Zhengqing yelled: "Fill the position!" Keep swinging your sword! ”

The Mo knife hand in the back row quickly filled the position of the dead robe, as if tirelessly continuing to wield the Mo knife, blocking the countless arrows shot by the enemy.

However, the enemy had other means to break the formation.

After seeing a commotion in the enemy formation, he quickly collected thousands of war horses, gathered the war horses together, and with a whistle and a whip, thousands of uncontrolled war horses rushed madly towards the Mo Dao array.

Behind the war horses were thousands of enemy soldiers who were eyeing each other.

(End of chapter)