Volume 1 Early Morning Empire Chapter 182 The Deserter's Feet Trampled on the Prairie

The sharp axe that roared through the air and then fell, slashed deeply into the head of the war horse, cut off the arms of the steppe cavalry, and with the sudden muffled howl, countless war horses fell to the ground miserably, and the grassland man on the war horse fell miserably.

Death and blood did not break the will to fight of the steppe cavalry, but instead made the elite cavalry directly under the Left Tent Royal Court burst out with a stronger fighting spirit, they brandished the scimitars in their hands, roared and continued to rush forward against the rain of axes.

In contrast to the almost frenzied steppe cavalry, the desert warriors have remained silent since the beginning of the battle, whether they are running at high speed, dodging the rain of arrows, falling to the ground with injuries, or throwing their axes with all their might, their lips are always tightly closed, and this silence is all the more terrifying on the battlefield that should be in full swing and full of blood and severed limbs.

It's just that if there are bystanders on the edge of the battlefield, in their eyes, the steppe cavalry that is rushing in the wilderness and roaring and rushing forward has far surpassed these silent desert warriors in terms of momentum.

The black tide formed by the steppe cavalry finally approached the desolate warriors who were silently rushing forward, and then the first collision occurred. It is unbelievable that the desolate warriors, who were lacking in momentum because of their silence, were not dispersed by the heavy cavalry, they stood like a reef in the black tide, and they were not scattered!

A young desert warrior crouched down, his long knife slashed out from his waist with lightning bolts, and the steppe cavalry rushing towards him suddenly sank with a shocked expression, and the war horse under him screamed miserably, and the two forefeet were neatly cut off at some point.

A prime-aged desert warrior looked at the steppe cavalry rushing in front of him with the momentum of wind and thunder, stepped forward with his right foot, slumped his waist, and slammed it with his shoulder. Hitting a horse with a human body is a self-defeating one, no matter how you look at it, but this middle-aged desolate man's shoulders are as hard as steel, and the angle of impact is so accurate, just avoiding the scimitar swung by the horseman, hitting the most vulnerable part of the shoulder blade of the horse's front legs.

I only heard a muffled howl from a man or a horse, and the horse neighed and rolled over on its side, and the steppe cavalry on the horse showed its riding skills perfectly at this moment, and as soon as the body flipped over, it broke out of the saddle, avoiding the tragic end of being crushed under the heavy war horse, but ...... As soon as his feet landed on the ground, the long knife of the prime-aged desolate warrior roared and cut off his head with a thud!

Crash!

The black tide composed of steppe cavalry overflowed, and the wasteland warriors stood in the black tide with long knives in their hands, and were instantly engulfed, but after a while, countless waves made of blood splashed in the black tide, but these mature or young desolate men resurfaced, covered in blood, and faced the second wave.

The tide overflows the reef and then slowly recedes, and the reef still stands silently on the seashore, as if it will be the same for hundreds of millions of years, and it will never be washed away by the tide!

The desert warriors are not ignorant reefs, facing the black tide of steppe cavalry that is coming in the wilderness, wave after wave, they do not choose to be silent forever and fight hard forever, but make a second reaction with the fastest speed.

With their feet tied to animal skins, they ran quickly on the grassland that had been hardened by the cold, carrying grass roots and broken soil, and the desolate warriors were like countless shadows interspersed and swam among the black tide of the steppe cavalry.

They avoided those precise feathered arrows, avoided those sharp scimitars, avoided the impact of war horses, and approached each other very tacitly, with a group of five people, to divide and surround those steppe cavalry in the middle of the Kuroshio.

The picture at that time was very wonderful, the black tide of the steppe cavalry had flooded the entire battlefield, but they had no way to devour these stone-like barren men in the shortest possible time, and those barren men didn't care about the knives and arrows behind them, ignoring the few people of the steppe cavalry who would be divided and surrounded by their own five people, brandishing long knives and rushing forward silently and fiercely. The long knife was sharp and pierced through the air, his feet flashed like the wind, and where blood splattered, from time to time a steppe cavalry fell from the saddle, and then was instantly divided into miserable pieces of flesh by several sword winds.

The steppe cavalry on the periphery and the cavalry that had already rushed through the battle line could not make effective rescues at all, and they tried their best to hold the frontier and release their bows, and the number of desolate warriors who could shoot to death was extremely limited.

With terrifying close quarters defense and unimaginable running speed, this cavalry-infantry-infantry battle, which should have been one-sided, or even slaughtered, on the vast steppe is developing in the direction of an unbelievable victory.

In fact, since the desolate tribe moved south and began to contact and fight with the tribe of the Left Horde of the steppe, this kind of picture, which completely contravents the fighting philosophy of the steppe cavalry, has been constantly staged.

The most terrible thing in battle is not defeat, but when you find that the concepts you have learned in the past battles, the most effective fighting methods in the past suddenly fail, this kind of mental blow, will directly make people lose the confidence to fight. In the first few battles, the reason why the steppe cavalry was defeated had a great deal to do with this kind of mental inexplicable panic, every time after launching a seemingly foolproof charge, they found that the charge had no effect, and they became the target of the slaughter of those thin and desolate people, no matter how strong the troops, no matter how strict the battlefield discipline, could not prevent the next collapse.

According to the course of previous battles, the steppe cavalry should have had a nervous breakdown at this time, and then withdraw from the battlefield in a panic, reassemble and rest again, recuperate and recuperate, wait for the next charge, and then collapse and fail again...... But the situation today is clearly somewhat different.

The cavalry that was divided and surrounded by the desert warriors on foot did not collapse, they had already been mentally prepared for the outcome of death, so they burst out with extremely fearless courage before death, desperately wielding the scimitar in their hands, and bursting out with extremely powerful combat power, although in the end it was still impossible to avoid falling under the long knives of the desert warriors, but the desert warriors often had to pay more than the previous times if they wanted to kill a steppe cavalry.

Around the central battlefield where the blood waves were dense, those steppe cavalry who were supposed to support their trapped comrades did not hesitate to pick up the reins and leave after hearing a low horn, ignoring the fact that those companions were falling to the ground one after another under the siege of the desert warriors, but divided into two teams as fast as they could, and drove away in the east-west direction along the central battlefield.

The huge wave that crashed against the reef suddenly split into two sides on its own, leaving the remnants of the wave in the middle still clinging to the black reef. And behind the fork where the two fronts of the steppe cavalry were separated, a gorgeous carriage slowly drove up.

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The carriage was decorated with gold and silver, and the lines on a disc made of stainless steel in the middle of the carriage were so dense that they seemed to be more complex than the billions of stars in the sky at night.

On either side of the metal disc, stood two expressionless steppe men, all wrapped in heavy metal armor, holding heavy sharp scimitars in their hands. The Central Plains countries strictly controlled the export of salt and iron, and it was extremely rare to see all-metal heavy armor here on the grassland, and the warriors who were qualified to wear heavy armor must be the most powerful warriors with the highest status in the royal courts.

Today, the two most powerful warriors of the Steppe Left Horde Khan's court are tasked not with fighting and fighting, but with protecting the metal disc on the carriage and the man sitting on it.

On the metal disc sat a wizened old man, dressed in a golden royal royal costume, with a ring made of agate between his left fingers, and a rune painted with wolf blood on his eyebrows, telling everyone who he was: he was one of the seven most respected great wizards of the Left Tent Court.

The old archwizard looked at the warriors who were still fighting on the grassland in the distance with a blank expression, his withered lips moved rapidly, and his thin ten fingers kept beating on the metal disc, like the tapping of war drums mixed with the spells spit out between his lips, as if there was an extremely magical power.

In the originally blue sky, a cloud suddenly floated in, just obscuring the pale sun, casting a shadow on the bloody grassland in the center of the battlefield.

At that moment, some of the older desert warriors had noticed that the appearance of the steppe cavalry today was a little strange. When he noticed that the steppe cavalry behind him who should have been desperately attacking him suddenly drove towards the periphery, leaving nearly a thousand companions in this way, with a few shouts, the desolate warriors accelerated the process of harvesting each other's lives, while the two hundred desolate warriors close to the north quickly followed the two separate cavalry and rushed towards the periphery.

However, at the moment when the clouds obscured the sunlight and the shadows covered the grassland, the desert warriors suddenly found that they could no longer catch up with the steppe cavalry who had driven to the periphery and began to swim along the great circle, re-arranging their bows and arrows, because their most terrifying running speed had suddenly become much slower.

The reason why the desolate warriors ran slower was because the originally hard grassland under their feet suddenly became soft!

The grass roots that were lifted gradually seeped into the bottom of the mud, and the broken weapons remaining on the grass surface began to sink to the bottom of the mud, and their feet were also sinking downward, and their feet stepped heavily into the grassland when they ran, and it took a lot of effort to pull them out, and the grassland in the center of the battlefield seemed to have become a swamp!

The desolate warriors, who had been silent and resolute, finally bent their expressions at this moment. They were convinced that they could win all the wars, but today they entered the prepared battle of the steppe cavalry, and they did not know what would happen next. Although only the surface layer of the grassland they were in had turned into soft mud, it was not like quicksand that could be swallowed by people and horses, but it was difficult for them to maintain their balance when they stood on the soft ground, and their legs were so deep in the ground that they could not exert their terrifying running speed.

Chasing snow wolves and snow deer on the shores of the boundless Atami for thousands of years, turning the feet of the desolate into the tireless, fast and extremely endurable wolf feet, are their most powerful weapons. Today, however, their weapons were suddenly useless, and they could not keep up with the steppe cavalry roaming around, and what was even more terrifying was that they could no longer avoid the feathered arrows as before, and they could not even do at least not let the enemy's arrows hit their vital points!

Whoosh!

The royal cavalry, who had wandered to the outskirts of the grassland, regrouped as fast as they could, divided into two brigades of more than 1,000 horsemen, galloped at high speed in opposite directions, and at the same time shot arrows with bows and arrows, shooting at the desolate warriors who were surrounded by them in the middle!

With a pop, a sharp feathered arrow struck a young desolate man in the chest. He frowned in pain and pulled the arrow from his chest, but before he could raise the long knife in his hand again, a second, a third, and more more were shot into his body...... Eventually, the boy glared, slowly knelt on the ground with unwilling and painful difficulties, sank his knees into the soft ground, and then fell forward.

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