Boom Boom

Countless horses' hooves galloped, the earth was shaking, with infantry against cavalry, the odds of victory were not impossible, but it was too small, Zhang Xian stood at the front of the team, facing the countless galloping silhouettes rushing out of the black smoke approaching, he held the hook and sickle and trembled a little, and his heart was afraid. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The strategy formulated before the war is even more impossible to change at this time, and it is the task of Zhang Xian and Wang Gui to cut off the horse's legs...... Zhang Xian silently looked back at the trembling soldiers behind him, swept over each of their faces, and his heart sank.

Exchange human lives for the lives of war horses.

Zhang Xian raised his gun, and at the same time, on the other side, Wang Gui also raised his arm, and the two of them shouted on the battlefield almost at the same time.

"Tripping Gun Preparation—"

Boom! Several rows of soldiers in front stepped out in unison, raised their arms, and the chains shook at the end of their short guns with a crisp clang.

The horse's hooves roared, five hundred paces... Four hundred steps... Three hundred steps... Advancing the front line of the battle, the archers in the rear raised the posture of archery, the rain of arrows was like a swarm of poisonous bees across the sky, covered by black pressure, in the vast sea of cavalry, Yelu raised the small shield hanging on his arm, his whole body was almost attached to the horse's back, his ears were full of crackling sounds, the arrows that bounced off fell into his low line of sight, and then there was a tragic neighing of the war horse and the sound of falling down, and Yeluzhong was planted down.

Smoke and dust, he quickly got up from the ground and pulled over a war horse that had lost its owner and turned over, and the iron hooves rushing past him were still galloping forward like thunder.

"Cast-" A loud shout rang out.

Yelu slowed his horse's speed, and the shouts in front of him, whose vision was affected by the smoke and dust, came flooding, rows of black shadows arcing across the sky, spear heads digging into the dirt a foot deep, and chains tensed with each other.

The next moment, the horse's hooves rolled over.

In an instant, the first Jin State cavalry stepped on the first iron chain without any damage, and continued to gallop, Zhang Xian held his breath, his knees flexed, and he had the strength to burst.

The horse's hooves crossed the second lane, but in front of the third taut iron chain, the Jin cavalry smashed to the ground along with the war horse, and the figure rolled on the ground, spitting blood from the mouth. Zhang Xian's eyes were bloodshot at the moment, and his nerves were tense to the extreme, when the first cavalry fell off his horse, the Jin cavalry who rushed behind him began to have war horses tripped, and the black smoke affected the sight of the knights behind him and collided with it, forming a series of reactions, a row of cavalry fell, and the second row of horses that followed closely followed also crashed and fell, and the third and fourth cavalry and even the cavalry behind could only slow down and rushed over.

The thunder of the Iron Hoof still reigns over the land.

The moment the iron chain embedded in the short spear was kicked away by the horse's hooves, Zhang Xian and Wang Gui, who were waiting for it, finally broke something in their minds, and then shouted loudly: "Rush-" The bowed figure collided with the cavalry who were less than a hundred paces.

At this moment, the thousands of people behind the two of them were also like mad dogs in a desperate situation, holding hook sickles and horse swords in both hands, and suddenly followed behind and ran wildly, countless footsteps on the ground, like a tumbling tide of rage.

"Kill—"

Blood rushed out, under the galloping war horse, a horse's hoof flew up, the body of the war horse still maintained a high-speed posture and rolled on the ground for a long distance, and most of the Jin knight on the horse was pressed down and struggled before he died, and then was nailed to death by the rushing Wu Dynasty hook and sickle gunner.

However, more horses rushed and plowed into the crowd, and the charging spears still hung with the remains of men, and pushed inward, and for a moment it was the sound of weapons piercing into the flesh.

Zhang Xian relied on a dense formation of thousands of people to prevent the cavalry from breaking up the crowd at the first time. The frightened soldier who pees his pants is reluctant to go up to the first row, and will be pushed by his comrades behind him to act as a wall to slow down the enemy's speed.

Then the galloping horses crashed into the crowd, squeezing the flesh out of the frantic front.

The Law of Sighs -

Ma Beiming fell, the hook and sickle in Wang Gui's hand was still dripping with blood, and he hurriedly walked past the Jurchens on the ground, and poked the other party's face with a puff of raising the gun. He dragged his weapon towards the other cavalryman, and the foot soldiers around him were also swarming, and after the initial onslaught, the hook and sickle array in the rear began to show its power.

"Hook these golden dogs off the horse," Wang Gui shouted.

The spear array stepped forward, and the knight wielding the weapon accompanied by the hook and sickle and the war horse made a twisted scrape, and the sharp branches on the side of the main spear hooked into the leather armor, turning up the red flesh and blood, and dragging the Jurchen knight off the horse. Or when charging, the soldier who cut off the horse's leg could not hide in time and was crushed by the fallen warhorse.

The cavalry that launched the charge, 10,000 horsemen stretched, accelerated into the formation, and then plunged headlong into the barrage of hook and sickle spears. Yelu saw the situation clearly, but there was no new order from the rear, so he could only stubbornly let his fellow people act as Jurchen consumption, which was also an option that the generals of the dead country did not have.

The long wind swept through the white clouds, and the sun faded. Originally, during the charge of the cavalry of the Jin Kingdom, a column suddenly appeared in the rear, running out of a huge arc on the left and right, and wanted to intersperse with the gap between the rear formations of Zhang Xian and Wang Gui.

Yue Fei stationed in the Chinese army, waved the order flag to reach the order, and two more phalanxes walked out of the Chinese army and set up a posture under the side of the battle group where Zhang and Wang were located.

Under the Great Guard, Wanyan Zonghan stared at the opponent's formation and frowned: "Defense? What kind of calculation does this Wu Dynasty general want to make? ”

The horns sounded the sound of commands.

The moment Ah Guituo heard it, he made a gesture on the horse's back, and soon conveyed it, and the horse teams began to be intertwined one by one, facing the new enemy, riding the horse to avoid the distance of the charge, running from the other party's sight, shooting arrows with a bow on horseback, like locust arrows flying into the array, flooding with blood flowers, and the figures of the arrows kept falling.

Panic and fear were evident on the faces of these Wu Dynasty soldiers, and Ah Guituo was a little depressed, why didn't he leave, didn't break and flee, so that he could go straight to the Chinese army and force the opponent's flag to move, so that the entire battlefield situation was tilted.

Before the middle of the Wu Dynasty, Yue Fei looked indifferently at the figure who went up to die, closed his eyes and spit out a breath of turbidity, waved with a slightly trembling hand, and the general holding the tiger head gun rode over.

"Do you still have the strength to fight again?"

Gao Zhong arched his hand: "Yes." ”

The next second, he opened his eyes and looked at the place where the foot soldiers were fighting in front of him, and pointed over: "It's time for you to give them a fatal blow with the cavalry." ”

"Yes—" The high pet who got the order quickly turned his horse back.

It was countless herald soldiers running with flags, and the few infantry phalanxes of the Chinese army began to move slowly, as if to make way for a way out.

The galloping general raised his tiger head gun, and his voice was high-pitched: "War horse armor, get on the horse-"

Next to the war horses that set up the array, one by one the figures turned over and rode up, the iron helmet pressed on the head, pulled out the iron spear from the ground and clamped it under the armpit, and the head of the spear in Gao Chong's hand touched each iron spear that stretched out.

The sound of bangbang is walking.

There are no flowery, inspiring words, only simple, cold words that push out between the lips: "Kill !!!"

"Kill !!!"

The roar of the most elite ten thousand horsemen of the Wu Dynasty slapped the small shield on his arm, like a flood of the embankment, which resounded through the sky, and then-

-- With the momentum of destroying everything like a mountain and a sea, he pounced.

The iron hooves were like thunder, the mud and dust rolled up, the sky was cloudy, and the golden glow shone on the charging banner, changing color.