In the middle of the Eastern Regions, the war was in full swing at this time.

After gaining the general momentum of the northern part of the Eastern Regions, the Eastern Pole Empire began to turn the direction pointed by the sword and swung its sword towards the southern part of the Eastern Regions.

At this time, the southern part of the Eastern Regions, with Yangzhou City as the center, has almost become a tenacious net, and any enemy who breaks into it will be firmly glued.

And at the outermost end of this net is the front line of the battle between the two sides. This line is in the middle of the Eastern Regions.

The magnates of Yangzhou City united with various dynasties and sects in the south to collect those military secrets, in order to allow the armor soldiers to compete with the lions of the Eastern Pole Empire one by one.

Although this measure has a remarkable effect, it still does not achieve a one-to-one confrontation with those heroes of the Eastern Pole Empire, and can only achieve a three-to-two draw.

Therefore, if you want to fight with the 1,000 armor soldiers of the East Pole Empire, you must send a minimum of 1,500 armor soldiers, otherwise the whole army will be annihilated.

At this time, at the forefront of the first battle line in the central region, there was an elite cavalry army in the Dragon Armor Divine Army, which was running for a long distance under the leadership of a commander of ten thousand soldiers.

The central front has a combat zone of 100 miles from north to south, and tens of thousands of miles from east to west.

The goal of this iron cavalry that took advantage of the moonlight was to directly penetrate the main force sent by the Southern Dynasty Alliance from the side.

The main force of the forward, with millions of male soldiers, gathered dozens of dynasties, but at this time, they all obeyed the dispatch of the middle-aged head of a certain family sent by Yangzhou City.

The many civil and military soldiers and strategists led by the head of the family, surrounded by 100,000 iron horsemen, are the core of the forward.

All Fan Wu had to do was to take this 10,000 iron cavalry and kill through that core part.

Fan Wu, as the son of the Imperial Army's squire, could have enjoyed the glory and wealth of Chang'an City, singing and singing every day, drinking and singing with those friends, but there was a blood of war flowing in his body, and when he was with those friends on weekdays, he was basically silent and tall, giving people a feeling of sickness and no youthful vitality. But once he arrived on the battlefield of Jin Ge Iron Horse, he was full of blood and high fighting spirit, and he was the first soldier and extremely brave every time.

It is precisely because of the first charge every time, and the tactical prediction is very accurate, nine out of ten battles are won, and the remaining battle is not won or lost. Therefore, Fan Wu won the respect of tens of thousands of soldiers under his command.

At the beginning, these battle-hardened imperial armor soldiers did not bird him at all, a young man from the capital, even if he was the son of a soldier in the military department, a hairy boy, could it be better than these battle-hardened armor soldiers who could fight? These veterans are all nostrils facing the sky, and they also pull their throats when they speak, although they also obey orders when they rush to kill, but they often only achieve eight or nine points of strength, but now these veterans can achieve twelve points of strength.

"General, hehe, how sure are you this time?"

Before this raid, a soldier asked Fan Wu. Because what they want to kill this time is the main force of the main force in the south, and it is the core leadership under the protection of the 100,000 iron cavalry. So many veterans don't have a bottom in their hearts.

"Ten percent. Fan Wu replied calmly.

"We're relieved. The veterans looked at each other and smiled.

"General Fan, I've always wanted to ask you, why don't you enjoy happiness in the capital, why did you come to this front line to fight with us?" asked a soldier who had boldly asked Fan Wu when he was inspecting the camp.

"Just for the blood in the body to be hotter. Fan Wu replied with a smile.

The cavalry, which marched secretly in the night, had thick coarse cloth wrapped in the hooves of its horses, in order to keep it silent during the march and let the enemy notice it later.

This trick has been tried and tested. Every successful cavalry surprise attack, so to speak, depends on good horses and the wraps on the hooves of good horses.

In the dark night, the Dao Dao iron armor reflected a sparkling cold light in the moonlight, and the spear in his hand and the saber on his back were not stained with blood at this time, but the killing intent was already overflowing.

No one spoke, no horse neighed, these well-trained war horses were also one of the basic capitals of the Eastern Arctic Empire's cavalry galloping the world.

As the march of the 10,000-strong iron horsemen, Fan Wu divided them into five parallel formations to reduce the density and prevent premature detection. Each of the two thousand cavalry was separated by several miles.

But despite this, they were discovered when they were still more than ten miles away from the core of the Chinese army of the Southern Dynasty Alliance. It was the scouts who discovered them.

In fact, fifty miles away, there were scouts wandering on the plains, but they were all silently excluded by the elite scouts of the Eastern Antarctic Empire. But within fifteen miles, all kinds of light and dark scouts emerged one after another, even the well-trained elite scouts of the empire who had been in the battlefield for a long time were somewhat inadequate, and some of them escaped by luck after discovering the enemy, and then a fierce battle began.

And Fan Wu no longer concealed their whereabouts, and began to order all armies and units to sprint with all their might, striving to penetrate the enemy's Chinese army headquarters in one go. Take out the head of the head of the big clan in Yangzhou City.

The range of fifteen miles was just within the maximum distance in Fan Wu's plan.

The 10,000 iron horsemen divided into five dragon-like queues, and slaughtered towards that target.

The cavalry broke out, and it only took two or three miles on the plains, and on the uneven ground, it would take seven or eight miles to reach the maximum sprint speed.

This is much stronger than the elite cavalry of many great dynasties.

Those Southern Alliance soldiers stationed nearby all beat the war drums at this time, and the sound spread throughout a radius of dozens of miles, and the 100,000 Southern Alliance cavalry began to quickly assemble and move closer to the commander's tent.

With a facial expression, Fan Wu lifted the standard spear carefully built by the Mojia monk in the empire in his hand, and took the lead. The remaining 2,000 armor soldiers followed.

Burst!

He singled out a shot that provoked a Southern Alliance soldier who stood in his way, and blood splattered.

At first, only a few dozen horsemen came to block it, and after a few moments, hundreds of horsemen were already blocking it.

Fan Wu looked at the dense enemy in front of him, the corner of his mouth sneered, and then he shouted with high fighting spirit, and led the two thousand imperial iron cavalry under his command to rush over.

The cavalry armies on both sides were operating military formations, and the Southern Alliance also came to meet the enemy with many heavily armored foot soldiers, who hurriedly lined up at this time in order to block or even counterkill those imperial armorers who came by surprise.

"Three hundred people on the left flank, inserted in the curve! Two hundred crossbowmen on the right flank, constantly harassing the opposing army!" Fan Wu immediately judged, and then ordered.

As soon as the voice fell, the two horsemen broke away from the army and circled to the left and right.

"Conical array, full speed impact!" Fan Wu shouted loudly, and then clamped the horse's belly with his legs, and the war horse was psychic, and at this time he neighed and galloped hard.

The thousand-man cavalry changed formations, the front row was only Fan Wu, the second row had three people, and the third row had six people, and the formation became wider and wider the further back they went, which was specially used to chisel through the formation of heavy infantry.

This kind of formation can only be flexibly operated by elite cavalry at the level of 1,000 people, and it can be effectively implemented.

Rumble!

Fan Wu's imperial cavalry collided with the cavalry and heavy infantry who came to block it, and the collision produced a strong smell of blood.

The other four raiding Imperial cavalry armies were also met with blocking opponents at this time, and both sides were dying all the time.

This was something that Fan Wu and those veterans had long expected. At that time, when Fan Wu said that he was 100% sure, his tone was heavy, and there was no sense of ease, and from that time on, these imperial veterans knew that this would be a bloody battle.

Even if it succeeds, the cost is very, very high.

But no old soldier regretted it, because since he joined the imperial army, he was born as an imperial hero, and died as an imperial ghost.

They have long been aware of this, and they have no regrets.

These imperial horsemen were all red-eyed at this time. And those Southern Alliances who came to stop did not have the courage to put life and death out of the way, they came from different dynasties, so it was difficult to maintain a real advance and retreat in a short period of time. It's okay to say that when you usually have the advantage, you can chase the enemy and kill people together, but at this time, when you are caught off guard by these raiding imperial armorers, you will inevitably be a little scared in your heart, and this fear has finally reached the extreme in the continuous retreat.

Once the morale of the army collapses, it will be difficult to reunite in a short period of time, let alone still fighting at this time.

Therefore, those imperial cavalry became more and more courageous, and those southern dynasty alliances became more and more fearful.

In the end, it became almost a one-sided massacre.

Soon, Fan Wu's cavalry army took the lead in killing the commander's camp, and at this time, the head of the family in Yangzhou City personally put on armor and took thousands of personal guards to the battalion, and began to fight with Fan Wu's cavalry.

The middle-aged family master, with a fighting intent on his face at this time, did not have any fear or fear, but kept swinging his sword to slash the enemy.

It was the first time that the Imperial Armor had suffered such a fierce counterattack, Fan Wu's arm was cut twice, and he was also stabbed in the back, and he was covered in blood at this time.

Just when this cavalry army was about to be unable to support it, the rest of the imperial cavalry arrived one after another, and then surrounded the thousands of commanders' personal guard camps, and after a fight, the head of the family, under the protection of several personal seventh-grade monks and an eighth-rank monk who suddenly appeared, easily fought a bloody way and rushed out.

However, the thousands of guards were wiped out.

At this time, it was already dawn, and there was silence within a radius of dozens of miles, only the sound of horses echoing in the sky from time to time. The ground was full of stumps and blood.

There were only a thousand of the 10,000 Imperial cavalry left at this time.

More than 20,000 enemies were suppressed, and the remaining 70,000 or 80,000 people fled in panic, thinking that the elite main force of the Eastern Pole Empire had killed them.

Fan Wu rode his war horse expressionlessly to comfort the soldiers who were injured after the battle, and at this time, the surviving elite soldiers all looked at him with reverence.

After a while, Fan Wu rode a war horse alone, came to a small hill here, glanced in the direction of Yangzhou City, and smiled. Then he turned his head to look in the direction of Zhongzhou, with a solemn expression.

He had a gut feeling that the most sinister and difficult battle of his life was in that middle state. Despite this, there was no trace of fear and anxiety in his eyes at this time, only an infinite surging heroic battle intent!