Ten years of sharpening a sword, the frost blade has not been tried. Show the king today, who has injustice.

Mo Cong has been practicing hard work on Lingyun Mountain for more than ten years, and has cultivated a body of steel and iron bones and unpredictable kung fu, in order to protect the safety of the Rui country. At this time, seeing the enemy soldiers of Longguo pressing the border, violently attacking the border passes of Ruiguo, and murdering the soldiers of Ruiguo, Mo Cong's heart suddenly ignited a raging anger.

"This group of Xianbei people has attacked my city and killed my brothers. Once the Djinn Pass is lost, they will immediately advance into the Central Plains, killing our relatives and humiliating our sisters. Should such an enemy be killed?" Mo Cong vaguely heard in his ears He Ming's impassioned combat mobilization before leaving the city.

"Kill!" he thought silently, and his hands showed no mercy. A saber transformed into a silver light, invincible along the way.

At this time, Mo Cong's whole state was like a sharp blade that had just been unsheathed, and in the process of suppressing the enemy's flank, God blocked and killed God and Buddha blocked and killed Buddha, so sharp that it could not be described in words. Encouraged by Mo Cong, the remaining nine recruits of the squad also followed closely behind, taking care of each other under Mo Cong's command.

The Swiss cavalry is the best at formation. In addition to the formation, a set of coordination tactics between several people is also very powerful. They usually use small flags as units and use several weapons to form a combat platform that is both offensive and defensive. When facing the enemy, several weapons are attacked and defended, and the power is doubled.

At this time, Mo Cong and their small banners used this set of techniques for dividing and combining. However, unlike the other small flags, almost all of their attacks were done by Mo Cong alone, and the others only needed to defend.

This is also a temporary solution that Mo Cong came up with in desperation.

On the battlefield, there are no eyes for swords and arrows, and on the premise of not shocking the world, Mo Cong cannot guarantee that these nine subordinates will not be damaged at all. In order to prevent the remaining nine recruits from sacrificing their lives for the country as soon as they entered the battlefield, the only thing Mo Cong could do was to take on the responsibility of attacking alone, so that the others could protect each other to the greatest extent.

Although Mo Cong's method is naïve, the actual combat effect is not bad. The offense and defense of the entire squad are greatly reduced, not to mention the damage level, and the attack efficiency also throws the other squads far away.

As time passed, the encirclement of the Swiss army shrank smaller and smaller, and the enemy's counterattack became more and more frenzied.

The Xianbei cavalry is brave and good at fighting, and is famous all over the world. These people grew up on horseback from an early age, and their daily activities were to gather crowds to hunt, fight and kill. Compared to the Swiss cavalry, their formations may be simple, and their tactics may be rough, but they have also been tempered thousands of times, sharp and effective.

Moreover, they soon discovered a fatal flaw in the Swiss cavalry - new recruits.

A total of 90,000 cavalry of the Swiss army left the city this time, of which nearly 10,000 were recruits from the 3rd Battalion of the Left Guard. These recruits, their understanding and mastery of the Rui national formation, are far less proficient than the veterans. Especially at the actual combat level. When a veteran changes formations, he will improvise according to the situation on the battlefield. The recruits, on the other hand, are more dogmatic, and when the enemy gets in the way, or their comrades are in the way, or something is in the way, they suddenly can't find their place. Then they will be stabbed, hacked, and shot to death by the enemies who pounce on them.

After discovering this flaw, the surrounded Xianbei cavalry quickly made tactical adjustments. They specifically rushed at the weak points of the Swiss army, and deliberately let these recruits mess up their positions in order to tear a hole.

So, in Mo Cong's field of vision, countless steel knives and spears suddenly stabbed him, catching him a little off guard. A comrade-in-arms next to him was instantly pierced by the enemy's spear and fell off his horse and died without a sound.

In the middle of the crisis, Mo Congli swept the cross arm of the knife body, and the two-foot-seven-inch saber turned into a white light, and where the white light passed, the weapons attacked by the enemy were all broken into two.

"Ulala!"

"Wow!"

......

There was a curse from the enemy formation, and more Xianbei cavalry rushed towards this side fiercely.

Tan Xingyu, the chief flag officer of the Ninth Brigade of the Leopard Battalion, suddenly became a little hurried when he saw the enemy rushing up. Although he was proficient in the Ninety-Nine Formation, after all, it was the first time he commanded in actual combat, and the enemy in front of him counterattacked extremely fiercely, and he was specifically counterattacking towards the group of recruits of the Ninth Brigade. The enemy situation is so dangerous, Tan Xingyu is a little difficult to take care of for a while.

Just as he was in a panic, the command rhythm in his mouth slowed down by half a beat, and the two small flag teams of the Ninth Brigade immediately fell into a heavy encirclement.

Tan Xingyu was taken aback, and hurriedly commanded the remaining sergeants to change the assault formation, trying to tear open a gap and pull out the two small flags that were trapped in the encirclement. He commanded for a while but it didn't work, and when he looked at it, he found that it was Mo Cong and Long Wu who were surrounded by two small flags.

"It turned out to be that guy......"

Tan Xingyu's heart moved, and an evil thought suddenly surged in the depths of his heart.

He pretended to command for a while, but the formation gradually recovered from an assault type to a suppressive type. The remaining Swiss Iron Cavalry circled three times and four times, rearranged in a dense front and squeezed forward, squeezing the enemy army and the two small banner teams surrounded along the flank to the middle. At this moment, the two small flag teams were struggling with the enemy's encirclement, and their hope of survival was almost zero. And even if a few of them can get away with breaking out of the encirclement, there is no place for them in the front on the side of the Swiss army, and what awaits them is the life of being pushed by the front as cannon fodder, and they will directly become a mass of scum in the collision between the enemy and us.

"Mo Xiaoqi, a few of our brothers finally followed a good chief, and they still wanted to establish a career under you, but I didn't expect... As soon as he entered the battlefield, he fell into a dead position. Huang Wei struggled to open a few knives and guns that came over, and said loudly: "We have killed so many enemies, we are enough." Brothers, let's protect Mo Xiaoqi to break out of the encirclement, and we must escort him out safely. At this moment, he had made up his mind to see death as home.

"Okay, the lives of a few of us will be handed over here, and we will be Mo Xiaoqi's subordinates in the next life." The minions responded.

"What the hell? Mo Cong shouted loudly: "Long Wu, tell your people to only defend and not attack, let's rush forward together in a sharp knife formation." As he spoke, he sheathed his sword, snatched one of the spears of his enemies, and brandished it to lead the way.

The two small flag teams rushed in a sharp knife formation surrounded by the enemy, and Mo Cong was at the tip of the knife, riding alone, unstoppable. The spear in his hand pointed at the enemy army one turn after another, collapsed, provoked, and pulled, and countless Xianbei cavalry were picked off their horses by the tips of long spears, and some were even beaten by the spear shaft so that even the men and horses flew out sideways, overwhelming the men and horses on their sides.

With this indomitable momentum, Mo Cong quickly swept out a survival channel and led two small flag teams to stand out from the encirclement. The other sergeants of the Ninth Brigade of the Leopard Battalion were a little stunned for a while when they saw Mo Cong rushing out majestically with the team. At this time, the Leopard Battalion front had no place for them, and the army was rapidly squeezing forward, and it was about to collide with these two small flag teams.

"The first three and the last five, ten advance and nine retreat ......"

In the midst of lightning, Mo Cong quickly issued a series of commands. His voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard in the ears of everyone in front of him and behind him. The charging Swiss army front suddenly stretched out two small tentacles that protruded forward, just forming an empty space that could accommodate two small flags, and Mo Cong took the two small flag teams to reintegrate into the large front of the Swiss army.

Tan Xingyu looked at the situation here from a distance, and secretly screamed in his heart that he was lucky. That guy's life, he's thinking.

On the vast battlefield in front of the Djinn Pass, the fierce battle continued. The battle was fought from noon to afternoon, and from afternoon to sunset. After paying a heavy price of more than 20,000 casualties, the encircled Xianbei cavalry finally broke through the layers of defense and merged with the reinforcements who came to respond. The Swiss cavalry also changed their formations in time and merged the three fronts into one.

The two armies clashed back and forth again, and there was a scuffle. Seeing that it was getting late, morale was exhausted, and he couldn't take advantage of anything in a hurry, the Xianbei commander Murong Duo ordered his subordinate Mingjin to withdraw his troops.