Chapter Thirty-Eight: A Sword
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The masters of the Iron Eagle tribe shot out one after another, with anger and unhappiness.
On the other hand, on Qian Lao's side, the smile on his face became more and more intense, and Qian Lao said with a smile: "Is it just to borrow a head to play, it's a big deal to pay you back after playing, brothers, right?"
Qian Lao finally asked the people around him loudly.
"That's right!"
"Don't be too stingy, borrow a head to play tricks!"
A large number of soldiers with swords and shields rushed straight from the grass on one side, and someone responded to Qian Lao's words in a loud voice.
These people rushed along the road that the cavalry had just rushed through, and the infantry phalanx that had just been scattered by the cavalry had not yet reformed into formation, and the Fangfu infantry directly took the opportunity to kill the enemy formation.
Moreover, when they entered the enemy formation, they did not divide the enemy but took the initiative to separate, and dozens and hundreds of people formed a group into a single point, and each blossomed in the enemy formation with points and areas.
Although the initiative is dispersed, each point echoes from afar, some people want to gather forces to exterminate a little but are always pinned, even if they gather people to surround a point, the other points will directly kill all the way to a counter-encirclement.
The Fangfu infantry kept moving along the road of the cavalry, no one could stop them along the way, and at a moment, they only felt that the pressure on their bodies was light, and there was no one in front of them, and they had already killed through the enemy formation!
A moment later, the enemy came again like a tide, and I don't know who took the lead, and a sneering voice sounded in the Fang Mansion soldiers' array.
"Laugh at me, what about the four major forces, just like this bear?!"
The people of the Fang Mansion sneered very cooperatively, and the enemy swung their swords forward, but they were still laughing as if they hadn't seen it, and the disdain in them was overflowing.
"Lift!"
All Fangfu infantry raised their shields.
"Kill!"
All the soldiers who blocked the blade with their shield smashed the opponent's blade, and the sword fell, and the blood flowers bloomed under the knife.
"Push!"
The soldiers of Fang Mansion raised their shields and advanced step by step, and from time to time they would smash through the enemy's blades and blood would bloom.
The cavalry that had rushed out of the enemy line had now turned around and charged again.
The soldiers of the Iron Eagle Tribe who had formed a formation before couldn't stop them, let alone them who were no longer in formation.
The dust, sand and mud brought by the charge of the five thousand cavalry were flying, and the hearts of the soldiers of the Iron Eagle tribe who faced such a charge on the front line were cold, and they could only swing their swords with all their might.
The knife brought out the scars on the body of the war horse, causing the war horse to neigh, but it was still under control, and it rushed over and flew away, and the warrior on the horse stabbed or swept or chopped with a spear, and blood was splashed on the body of the war horse.
The cavalry formed a vertical and horizontal infantry formation, one fast and one slow, coming and going freely in the enemy formation, and the cavalry could also respond to the infantry phalanx from time to time to come out with a joint strangulation.
It didn't take long for them to kill the enemy again, this time no one dared to surround them again, and the soldiers of the Fang Mansion took the initiative to turn back and fight, and their morale became higher and higher.
The masters who were fighting fiercely took all of this in their eyes, and the masters of the Iron Eagle Tribe gradually became anxious, revealing more and more flaws, while the masters of the Fang Mansion became more and more calm.
Finally, a master of the Iron Eagle tribe and a core member was killed!
This is the core personnel of the Iron Eagle tribe who died in this war.
Nie Lan punched Long Tie back more than ten steps on Long Tie's big knife, but his face was not very happy, but his face was pale.
Although Long Tie was down, he looked proud, and he spat blood on the ground, "Nie Ministry, the soldiers of our mansion are not bad, right?"
Nie Lan said coldly: "You have cavalry, and you are naturally invincible in the same number, not to mention that the soldiers of my tribe are too tired tonight, otherwise it would not be like this!"
Long Tie played with the taste: "What did I say when the soldiers of our government raided hundreds of miles overnight?
In fact, the soldiers of the other Fang Mansion were really not tired soldiers, they were before, but they had the Returning Qi Pill of Wang Yaoshi, so it was different.
Nie Lan was expressionless, didn't reply, and let out three long howls.
Long Tie deceived himself again and slashed down, "Is the radical going to leave so soon?
Nie Lan was silent, smashed open with one fist and swung forward with the other hand.
Long Tie is not afraid at all, and he also slapped against him, and if his strength is not as good as you, he will avoid you?
Nie Lan's face was ugly, he wanted to force Long Tie away with one palm and then retreat, how could he have thought that this guy Long Tie would be stupid to fight against him, didn't he know how much he would be injured if he took this palm?
Of course Long Tie knew, but since he caught this big fish today, how could he easily let him go, and he desperately didn't want to leave people behind!
The Fang Mansion enshrined the elders, because the Iron Eagle Tribe masters gradually gained the upper hand because of the flaws exposed by the battle situation.
Whether it was the battlefield of a master or the battlefield of an ordinary soldier, Fang Fu had the upper hand, but Long Tie's side was full of dangers, and he was almost seriously injured by Nie Lan several times.
The worship elders of the Fang Mansion were not in a hurry at all, knowing that if Long Tie was defeated and killed, the high-end combat power would begin to fall one-sided, but they were just not in a hurry, and the shot was still the same as before, without giving a flaw.
Let the masters of the Iron Eagle Tribe, who expected that Long Tie's defeat would shake the hearts of the Fang Mansion masters and expose their flaws, was greatly disappointed.
The masters on the Iron Eagle Tribe's side who were unstable due to the defeat in the battle formation were stabilized by Nie Lan's action to suppress the highest combat power in the place, but because one person on their side was killed before, they were still at a disadvantage.
On the side of the formation, the soldiers of the Iron Eagle Tribe had been scattered by the Fangfu Iron Cavalry, and even deserters had already begun to appear, and they were not far from victory.
Nie Lan still had some spare strength when he suppressed Long Tie, so that he could separate his mind to observe the entire battlefield, and when he saw this situation, his heart was crossed.
Long Tie only felt that the hairs on his body stood on end, and he instinctively shouted frantically in his heart, asking him to escape from here as soon as possible.
Long Tie's instinct made his heart palpitate and he was covered in a cold sweat, but he didn't run away, he lowered his head, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.
Nie Lan didn't see it, "I don't have the time to play with you, let's die!"
Long Tie raised his head suddenly, Nie Lan had already come to the front of him, and one hand was clawed straight out of his neck.
Long Tie swung his knife upward.
Nie Lancheng's clawed hand paused, blocking Long Tie's blade with the gloves on his hand, and at the same time punched out.
Long Tie wanted to block it with his free hand, but found that his body couldn't move at all and was restrained in place.
Long Tie could only watch as the fist landed on him.
In the next moment, Long Tie flew directly out more than ten meters, and blood splashed in the air.
Nie Lan tapped his toes and followed directly, hitting Long Tie's head with a punch.
Long Tie's consciousness was already blurred, but the corners of his mouth picked strangely, as if he was laughing.
Nie Lan wondered in her heart, could she still laugh at this time? And laugh so weirdly?
Doubts are doubts, the movements on Nie Lan's hands are not a little stagnant, the strong wind blows Long Tie's hair swaying, and when it is about to fall on Long Tie's head, Nie Lan's intuition is not good, and he gives up his hand and retreats violently.
Even though he had noticed it early enough, it was very surprising that it was early, like the man in front of him.
But, it's not enough!
The person who came followed him closely, and a sword pierced Nie Lan's chest, revealing the tip of the sword from behind.
Nie Lan looked at the blood in the sword mouth on his chest, and said vaguely: "You are also at the peak of your innateness?"
The visitor replied, "Yes, it was two years ago!"
Saying that, he shattered Nie Lan's heart.