It was as if there was a layer of blood between the heavens and the earth.

The Xionghu and Xianbei people in the death camp let out a roar, and crashed into the Jin army's infantry formation without fear of death.

One shield, one knife, one life!

Sometimes people are extremely timid, but sometimes they are extremely crazy!

The death battalion crashed into the spears and shields of the Jin army like moths to fire, and then the flesh and blood flew sideways.

The body was picked up in the air by six or seven spears, and blood dripped and sprinkled on the ground.

And the owner of the body showed a relieved smile on his face.

Behind them, countless feathered arrows obscured the autumn sky and the earth, and the black pressure spread into the great array of both sides, sometimes there was the sound of gold and iron and gold and wood clashing, and sometimes there were one or two painful wails.

Let's try it soon, everyone. 】

In large-scale battles, the most dangerous place is not the front.

The soldiers in the front are the elite of both sides, well-equipped, and brave.

And the bolts and artillery will not be aimed at the front of the battle.

More than 30,000 death battalions fought their way out of the two armies.

The corpses were piled up into a wall of corpses one mile long and two feet wide.

The Jin army's infantry formation was still standing.

Death camps are becoming fewer and fewer.

The tragic battle made a strong bloody atmosphere rise between the autumn heaven and earth.

It also made Wei Qian's face a little pale, "The Qianren, Xianbei are fierce, their strength has been exhausted, but they can ride on the iron!" ”

The death battalion did suffer heavy casualties, but the Jin army's infantry was still stubbornly standing.

"The time has not come! Even if there is no death camp left, we must continue! Yang Zheng had a calm face, without the slightest pity in his heart.

Maybe it's because I'm used to fighting, or maybe it's because as an emperor, my heart has hardened.

The death of one more daring battalion can consume a little more strength of the Jin army, and it can also make the Qin army suffer one less casualty.

How can a big war of this scale be possible without bloodshed?

Yang Zheng personally lifted a crossbow machine and aimed at a death battalion with a head and a rat.

Maybe it's a Xianbei person, maybe it's a Qianbei person, who is not very old, and was frightened by the tragic fight and lost his mind, and while running, he was shouting "Grandma, Grandma......

Yang Zheng could even see the tears on his face.

However, the crossbow arrow in his hand still flew out, cutting through an arc, hitting his neck, spewing out a cloud of blood mist under the autumn sun, and falling limply.

Yang Zheng threw away the crossbow machine with an expressionless face.

Since we are born in this era, everyone is born with original sin!

The rise of a famous clan is inevitably based on the blood, tears, and bones of other people and tribes.

And Yang Zheng, as the Emperor of Great Qin, will not pity any individual.

Heaven and earth are unkind, and all things are used as dogs.

Heaven and earth are like this, let alone man?

So the great benevolence is not benevolent!

The people around him were infected by Yang Zheng, and their expressions all became cold.

The drums of the Jin army sounded over and over again, as if they had felt the pressure.

One person fights for his life, ten people avoid it, ten people fight for his life, and the three armies are easy.

More than a dozen people jumped up from the corpse wall and jumped into the Jin army's infantry formation, most of them pierced through their bodies with spears.

But a few lucky ones dodged the spears and slashed at them as soon as they landed.

The death battalions in the back followed suit.

The front of the Jin army suddenly became chaotic.

In hand-to-hand combat, the disadvantage of the spear is revealed, and the advantage of the sword and shield is gradually brought into play.

Qianghu and Xianbei are crazy and slashing and cracking.

"The time has come!" Yang Zheng roared.

The black-feathered man under the crotch stood up, let out a long roar, and called-

"Attack!" Yang Zheng drew his sword and pointed at the Jin army.

Boom, boom, boom......

The sound of horses' hooves slowly trampling on the ground.

The two cavalry slaughtered from the left and right of the Qin army's large array like evil dragons, carrying the golden glow of autumn, like two scythes swinging out, to harvest the ripe crops.

A banner of the word "Mongolian" and a banner of the word "Wen".

Two of the most courageous generals in the Qin army were killed.

The sound of horses' hooves turned from slow to fast.

The armor collided violently with each other, making a heavy sound.

The Jin army on the opposite side also found that the situation was not good, and rushed out of the formation with a cavalry and a heavily armored infantry formation.

Unlike the Qin army, which was slow first and then fast, the cavalry of the Jin army was as fast as lightning and rushed in like a storm.

"Youzhou Assault Rider!" Wei Qian said in a deep voice.

On the ground, it was as if two giants swung their fists at the same time, and then smashed them together.

Bursts of blood erupted.

Yang Zheng saw that the war horse's brains were knocked out.

The body of the horseman was twisted to an incredible angle by the massive impact, and then fell off the horse, trampled by countless horses' hooves, and finally turned into a puddle of bloody mud.

But both sides are moving forward.

At this time, it is useless to be cowardly, you can only stand up and let the enemy fall before you fall!

The Youzhou Assault Cavalry can not be described as brave and fierce, but in front of the Qin Army's iron cavalry, it still looks a little thin.

Not only in the equipment, but also in the momentum.

The Qin army was undaunted by the enemy's spears and ramming, and one horse in front fell off his horse, and the other rode in the back to make up for it.

One of the cavalrymen was impaled through the body, but he was holding on to his spear, falling together and being trampled to death.

And the advantage in equipment made the Qin army's losses smaller.

In two rounds, the war horse of Youzhou Tuqi was a little weak.

And the morale, strength, and horsepower of the Qin army are still at their peak.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! ”

The cavalry of the Qin army looked up to the sky and roared filial piety.

The momentum of Youzhou's sudden ride was suddenly trampled on.

The Qin soldiers were as fast as a thunderbolt, and the captives were afraid of thistles!

Wen Yang did not entangle, and led the cavalry to rush in along the gap in the death battalion with flesh and blood......

Suddenly, silver light danced wildly, and blood splashed.

Wen Yang was one person and one horse, with nearly 100 personally trained soldiers, coming and going in the Jin army's infantry formation.

If Wenyang is a tiger, then Mengyu is a bear.

The momentum is strong and heavy, without any fancies, 1,500 bodies are loaded with iron horses, and the Buddha kills the Buddha, and the god kills the god.

Everywhere he passed, he left only stumps and severed arms along the way.

Whether it is a big shield, a spear, or an iron armor, in front of the heavy cavalry, it is like a clay sculpture, and it will shatter when touched!

There is no doubt that the heavy cavalry is the king of the battlefield here and now!

The Qin army is the army of kings who have come out of countless bloody battles.

"Strike in formation!" Yang Zheng looked at the deep blood between heaven and earth, and the blood in his body was also boiling.

"Command!" Liu Heng roared.

More than 17,000 soldiers from the Wuwei Battalion and the Middle Base Battalion marched forward amid the waving flags and horns.

Liu Heng walked in front with a mace and heavy armor, and more than 300 people followed left and right, all of whom were as strong as him, holding axes, halberds, and maces, like hungry wolves that had been hungry for a long time, pounced on the weak sheep opposite.

The Jin army is certainly outnumbered.

However, tigers and wolves are never afraid of the number of sheep.

On the battlefield, the number of troops has never been the criterion for measuring combat strength.

"Ho, ho, ho, ......"

The soldier's mouth let out a shout, forming a unified rhythm.

And every movement of theirs fits into this rhythm.

With each spit, more than 10,000 spears stabbed out.

Even if it is iron armor, there will be an extra hole.

The real strength is not the conspiracy and deceit, but the condensed combat power of each soldier!