The charge of the war horse completely entered the final state.

The roar of the rush rushed forward like the waves, stirring up puffs of dust.

The sound of horses' hooves seems to become the master of heaven and earth, unstoppable.

The interrupted Matsumoto Hira made a very brave decision in shame and anger - charge!

Of course, it's not brainless, although I don't understand why Zheng Jun suddenly appeared here, but it is definitely a small number of elites, and if there are too many people, they will definitely be discovered by scouts, and it is impossible for them to have such a big movement if they are not elites.

Matsumoto Hei Jar himself carried more than 200 pheasant sword cavalry, and he was very confident.

The cavalry of the Huizhou Guard, he Matsumoto, has not seen nothing more than a person with a tall horse and a good appearance, but then how can it be better to be killed by the pheasant cavalry, why be afraid?

Besides, although the Jing Army is lax, the soldiers in the rear are not elite enough, after all, they have been fighting for life and death for several generations, even if they have a reaction to their lives.

This small army is already gathering, and the most important thing now is not to let the Jing army rush to disrupt the rear army formation, otherwise it is very easy to bomb the camp under the chaos, and some soldiers who do not know the situation are likely to have a wrong understanding and choose to run away in order to survive.

Matsumoto Hira is also a well-known brave general in Yasukuni, known as the first person under Ono Hayatake, and he is also a well-known man in Yasukuni, and the butcher's nickname is cut with a long knife in his hand.

Matsumoto butcher is ready to teach Zheng Jun how to be a man.

"Lichun, you immediately organize a defense, if the Zheng army breaks the formation, I will definitely tell General Ono to cut off your head."

Lichun was frightened and said yes again and again.

The situation on the battlefield is changing rapidly, and in many cases, a single breath can already determine fate.

When Matsumoto had just finished saying this, Zhang Xiyang and his men and horses collided with the line that the Jing army hastily organized.

The Jingjun contingent of several hundred people had already been killed and wounded by the previous crossbow fire, and the last round of gun throwing was even more blind.

The powerful javelin stringing a gourd was very easy, and several Jing soldiers were nailed to the ground and struggling like pigs, and the mournful sound frightened the nearby Jing soldiers to tremble, looking at this group of tall knights like an army rushing out of hell.

But they didn't even have time to throw down their weapons and run away, and they didn't know what to do.

The ambassador in charge of the command dodged Zheng Jun's crossbow arrow, but was pierced into the ground by a throwing spear directly through his neck, and the huge force from the throwing gun easily cut his throat and half of his neck, and he flew up before he could make a sound.

The first thing the Jing army came into contact with was the front leg hooves of the war horse, and the two Jing soldiers were kicked directly, the bamboo armor was kicked and shattered, and the ribs in the chest were broken for I don't know how many heels, and the strength of the war horse kicked the internal organs, and the Jing soldiers who didn't have time to feel the pain were then hit into the front chest of the war horse, and then they flew completely, and they fell to the ground and couldn't move.

Zhang Xiyang roared and rushed through the first line of defense, but there was no blood on the long knife, carelessly, the Jing army was too short and not as tall as a horse.

However, the Zheng army was armoured, and they broke through the first line of defense of the Jing army just by impacting.

At this time, the war horse can be regarded as just warming up.

All this happened so fast that the soldiers of the Jing Army themselves did not react.

The chaotic soldiers were still organizing the second line of defense, and several team ambassadors were directing their soldiers to line up, and some soldiers not far away were still running towards them with their antlers.

The rumbling sound of horses' hooves seemed to make the adrenaline of every Jing army soar, the movements were much faster, and the officers' voices were much louder, but no matter how you look at it, you feel like you are in a hurry.

Then the soldiers of the Jing Army looked ahead in horror, after all, there were not many elites in the back, and they had seen few scenes.

Several officers stood in the front row nervously holding the long knives in their hands, shouting loudly without looking back.

There were sporadic bows and arrows in the distance but they couldn't break the armor at all, the defense of the Zheng army could be said to be impenetrable, even there was a layer on the legs of the horses, and the entire Zheng army was so armed with heavy armored cavalry that only the Xiaozhou army.

It is also the bad luck of the Jing people.

The longbow team commanding the archers was shocked, and roared at his subordinates, he kept hinting that he was in too much of a hurry, so the bowstring was not pulled in place, and it was too far away and it was ironclad, and the nearest ones were thirty paces away, and they couldn't shoot through normally.

In a moment of thought, Zhang Xiyang led the men and horses to crash into the second layer.

This time it was more thorough than the first layer, the state of the war horse at this time was almost at its peak, Jingren's spear stabbed at the front chest of the war horse but found that it could not be pierced at all, the front breastplate was made of fine iron and was very thick, but it was the extreme bend of the spear top and then snapped and broken, and the huge force directly pushed the Jing soldiers back, and then collided with the charging war horse.

Each of the Zheng cavalry crashed into several of them, and this picture was like flying in the sky, and the crowd flying everywhere was very visually stunning.

This extreme charge came from Da Zheng's most elite Xiaozhou army.

The Jing army broke the defense in an instant.

The soldiers on the watchtower of the Jing Army saw clearly, and by the time they reacted, the improvised defensive line of the second row had completely failed.

One hundred Zheng Jun iron horsemen, to be precise, one hundred and one Zheng Jun iron horsemen roared with straight knives in their hands.

The soldiers on the watchtower waved their flags again.

"Zheng Ren has already broken through the second line of defense?"

Lichun Kawahara was shocked, so fast?

However, Matsumoto had just rushed up with more than 200 people, and even the last dozen cavalrymen were still here before they began to accelerate.

"Press it up!"

Lichun held a long knife in his hand and shouted at his subordinates.

At this time, only a small part of the soldiers in the front knew that Zheng Jun was charging into battle, and the soldiers in the rear only knew that someone was coming, and there were not many of them, after all, only a green flag was hung on the watchtower and only half of it was exposed, indicating that the enemy was not even 500 people.

It's just that this momentum sounds quite small, and it must be elite.

In Jing Jun's eyes, the head of a Zheng Jun armor soldier represents the silver of white flowers.

So the crying father in front shouted mother, and the back was gearing up, polarizing.

Matsumoto held his long knife aloft, swirling around his head from time to time, shouting loudly.

The shouts of his subordinates behind him moved the sky, attracting a cheer from the nearby Jing army.

The Pheasant Cavalry has been a symbol of victory for these months.

Matsumoto's momentum also rose rapidly with the applause, and I saw that his eyes were wide with anger, his hair was open, and his little short legs were holding the horse's belly and rolling together.

"The name of the southern country before the left fan, the tiger in front of the name, the general, Matsumoto flat jar to come, suffer death!"

Matsumoto yelled and rushed towards the oncoming Zheng Jun.

So confident.

Nanguo Island is one of the eight major islands of Yasukuni, the original nearly 100 princes on the island finally fought less than five, and then Ono Sachiku nominally unified the South Island, during this period Matsumoto Hira can be said to have broken into the prestige, everyone on the Nanguo Island knows, because of the name of the left and right twice and is respected as the tiger in front of the name.

The tiger attack will surely shake the roaring mountains and forests.

Although this tiger is relatively small, it is a little funny compared to Zhang Xiyang who rushed over.

After the Zheng army broke through the two lines of defense, he quickly attacked inward with fast horses, and the chickens and dogs jumped along the way, even if they encountered some resistance, they were very weak.

The wind whistled, and a hundred cavalry stabbed straight into the rear of the Jing army in a sharp formation.

Between the swings of the straight knife left and right, the heads jumped out of thin air.

Zheng Jun had no pressure and killed energetically.

Soon, Zhang Xiyang felt another group of cavalry approaching quickly. Lick the blood splashed on the corner of your mouth and shout: "Kill!" ”

The cavalry of the Zheng army and the Pheasant Knife team of the Jing army crashed into each other's formations.

But at the moment when the blades of the two sides just touched, the soldiers of the Jing Army were horrified to find that the huge force from their hands could not resist at all, some of the long knives were directly broken, Zheng Jun's straight knife easily passed through the neck, and more were chopped off the horse by the fast Zheng Jun before they had time to swing the knife.

The war horse driven by the Jing cavalry, who was not afraid of death, tried to knock down the Zheng cavalry, but the clever war horse played a perfect little dexterity at this time, and rushed over with a crack, but the knight on the horse lay on the ground forever and was trampled into a pulp by the follow-up cavalry.

The ghost sent a horse to follow the right guard of Takai, who had just climbed the watchtower, to try to see the battle between the two sides clearly, he thought that with Matsumoto Hei Tank leading the team or the most elite pheasant saber cavalry team, how could he win with so many people on his side, Tian Jing himself had heard various legends of the famous tiger Matsumoto on Nanguo Island since he was a child.

Tian Jing did see it, and he saw it very clearly, the Matsumoto flat tank, who was regarded as a hero by many children on the southern islands, was split in half by the Zheng army officer led by him as soon as he saw his face, and the upper body of Matsumoto fell down and spilled the internal organs of the ground as the war horse ran, and this scene directly scared Tian Yi to the point of being unable to stand.

Lying on the watchtower and spitting down, the insults of the Jing soldiers below did not care to listen, just looked ahead, and the pheasant knife team, which usually used two nostrils as eyes, was powerless in the face of the Zheng cavalry.

Zheng Jun fell through the battle only three people, and they were the last three people. Two people also helped each other to get up, staring fiercely at the surrounding Jing Jun back to back, and then roared in their shocked eyes and rushed forward.

Obviously, there were only two people, but dozens of Jing soldiers were frightened and scattered, turned around and ran, and some even threw the weapons in their hands backwards.

These two Zheng soldiers slashed and killed four or five people at most, but their ferocity made the Jing army, who had always claimed to be brave, feel frightened, and even fled.

And these two Zheng soldiers were still riding spare horses in this seemingly desperate situation, and they fought their way out of the encirclement and chased after their robes.

Tian Jing's legs and stomach couldn't stop trembling, is this Zheng Jun's real strength?

Is this still human?

More than two hundred pheasant knife riders were left less than fifty after a clash was missed, and the once proud pheasant knife riders were now alive like a quail, staring at Zheng Jun's back with frightened eyes.

Zheng Jun's chant came from his ears again, and the pheasant riders were so frightened that some people couldn't even hold the knife steadily, and then they all beat their horses and galloped towards the formation.

And the surrounding Jing army finally reacted, at a loss, some officers gathered the troops in a trembling voice to wait for instructions, and the dazed Jing army had to gather together.

Lichun Kawahara didn't know about the rout ahead, the first assembled troops had been sent out, there were about 30,000 people in the rear of the entire Jing army, and the outermost Lichun Kawahara was in charge of six or seven thousand, of which there were still thousands of eight hundred elites who had seen beheadings on the bloody battlefield.

These thousand people are the confidence of Lichun Kawahara.

The fearless Lichun walked at the forefront, riding his beloved pony, and the long knife in his hand reflected the soldiers behind him.

Then Zheng Jun's war horse appeared in Lichun's sight.

"Formation! Formation! ”

Riharu Kawahara rode on a restless pony and raised his sword and shouted, like, like, like what?

It's really like a strong ant raising its chopsticks against a natural enemy.