Rumble

Countless horse hooves were flying, and the earth was shaking. The chances of winning were not lacking, but they were too small. Zhang Xian stood in the forefront of the team. Facing the countless rushing outlines that rushed out of the black smoke, he was trembling with his hook and sickle, and he was scared.

The strategy formulated before the war is even more impossible to change when the war begins. Cutting the horse's legs is the task of Zhang Xian and Wang Gui. Faced with the huge impact of cavalry, they want to remain calm and cut off the fast-moving horse's legs... Zhang Xian looked back at the trembling soldiers behind him silently, swept over every face of their faces, and his heart sank.

For life of war horses.

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

"Prepare for tripping"

Boom! Several rows of soldiers in front took steps, raised their arms, and the chains swayed at the end of the short spear they raised, making a crisp jingle sound.

The horse's hooves roared, five hundred steps... four hundred steps... three hundred steps... pushing the front line of the battle, the archer in the back formation raised his archery posture, the rain of arrows crossed the sky like swarms of poisonous bees, covering the darkness. In the vast ocean of cavalry, Yelu Chong raised the small shield hanging on his arm, almost pressing his whole body against the horse's back, and his ears were full of crackling sounds. The popped arrows fell into his low gaze, and then there was a tragic neighing sound of the war horses, and Yelu Chong fell down.

Smoke and dust, he quickly climbed up from the ground and pulled a war horse that had lost his master and turned over. The iron hooves that rushed over were still galloping forward like thunder.

A loud shout rang out.

Yelu slowed down his horse, and his eyes were filled with shouts from the front, affected by smoke and dust. Rows of black shadows arched in the sky, and the spearheads pierced a foot deep into the soil, and the iron chains tensed up each other.

The next moment, the horse's hooves flipped over and stepped over.

In an instant, the first Jin cavalry stepped over the first iron chain without any damage and continued to run. Zhang Xian held his breath, bent his knees, and accumulated explosive force.

The horse's hooves crossed the second, but in front of the third tight iron chain, the Jin cavalry and the war horses smashed to the ground, and the figure rolled on the ground, spitting blood. Zhang Xian's eyes were already bloodshot and his nerves were extremely tense. When the first cavalry fell, the Jin cavalry rushing towards him began to trip up, and the black smoke affected the sight of the knights behind him, forming a series of reactions. A row of cavalry fell down, and the second row of war horses that followed him also fell. The third, fourth and even the cavalry behind could only slow down and rush over.

The thunder sound of the iron hoof still ruled the earth.

The moment the iron chain embedded in the short spear was kicked away by the horse's hooves, Zhang Xian, who was ready to wait, finally broke something in his mind, and then shouted loudly: "Run" the arched body hit the cavalry less than 100 steps.

At this moment, the thousands of people behind the two were like mad dogs who were forced into desperate situations. They held hook and sickle guns in their hands, and the saber slashed the horse and ran wildly behind them. Countless steps moved on the ground, like a rolling tide.

"Kill"

Blood rushed out, and under the running war horse, a horse's hooves flew up. The body of the war horse was still rolling far on the ground in a high speed. Most of the Jin knight on the horse was pressed down and struggled and had not yet died. Then he was nailed to death by the rushing Wu Chao hook sickle gunman.

However, more war horses rushed over and plowed into the crowd. The rifles of people were still hanging on the charge, pushing hard into the inside. For a moment, the sound of weapons piercing into the top.

Zhang Xian relied on the dense formation of thousands of people to prevent the cavalry from scattering the crowd as soon as possible. Even soldiers who were so scared that they were reluctant to go up to the first row would be pushed by their comrades behind them as a wall to slow down the enemy's speed.

Then the running horses crashed into the pile of people and squeezed out flesh and blood on the crazy front line.

Xilulu

The horse fell down with tears. The hook and sickle in Wang Gui's hand dripped with blood. He hurriedly walked past the Jurchens on the ground, and raised his gun and poked it into the other person's face. He dragged his weapons towards another cavalry, and the infantry soldiers were also rushing around him. After the initial impact, the hook and sickle gun array behind began to show its power.

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

The gun formation came forward, accompanied by the knights who were waving weapons on the hook and sickle and war horses, making twisted scratches. The sharp branches on the side of the main gun were hooked into the leather armor, turning up the red flesh and blood, and dragging the Jurchen knights off the horse. Or when charging, the soldiers who cut off the horse's legs could not hide in time and were pressed on the fallen war horses.

The cavalry that launched the charge, thousands of cavalrymen spread out and accelerated the rushing formation, and then plunged into the lineup of hook and sickle spears. Yelu Zhong could roughly see the situation clearly, but there was no new order from the rear. He could only bite the bullet and let his fellow tribes act as the Jurchen consumption, which was also a choice that the country was destroyed and surrendered.

The long wind swept through the white clouds and the sunlight disappeared. Originally, the Jin cavalry charged, and suddenly appeared in the rear, and they ran into huge arcs, one left and one right, heading towards the gap between the two generals of Zhang Xian and Wang Gui.

Yue Fei stationed the central army in horses and sent an order under the banner. Two more square formations walked out of the central army at the side of the battle group where the two Wangs were located. If they looked from a high place, the entire battlefield Wu Chao turned into a huge semicircle and protected the central army.

Under the big flag, Wanyan Zonghan stared at the opponent's formation and frowned: "Defense? What a plan does this Wu Dynasty general want to make? He ordered Aguituo not to catch up with the newly-up southern formation and shoot them."

The sound of commands sounded from the horns.

Aguituo made a gesture on the horse's back for a moment and quickly conveyed it. One by one, one horse team after another began to intertwine. He rode his horse away from the charge distance towards the newly arrived enemy, ran over the opponent's sight, arched his bow on the horse's back, and shot arrows like locust arrows, flew into the array like a locust arrow, and blood flowers appeared. The figures of the arrow kept falling down.

Panic and fear were clearly visible on the faces of these Wucha soldiers. Aguituo was a little depressed. Why didn't they leave and flee without dispersing? In this way, he could go straight into the central army and force the opponent's flag to move, thus tilting the entire battlefield situation.

In front of the Wu Dynasty's middle formation, Yue Fei looked at the figure who was going to die indifferently, closed his eyes and exhaled a breath of turbid air, waved his hand slightly, and the general holding a tiger-headed spear came over.

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

Gao Chong bowed: "Yes."

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

"Yes" Gao Chong, who got the order, quickly drove his horse back.

As countless soldiers were running around with flags, the small number of infantry formations of the central army began to move slowly, as if they were about to make way out.

The running general raised his tiger-headed spear and his voice was loud: "The war horse is wearing armor and gets on the horse."

Next to the war horses that were arranged in the array, figures turned over and rode on, pressed the iron helmet on his head, pulled up the iron spear from the ground and clamped it under his armpit. The spear head in Gao Chong's hand touched each iron spear that was extended.

The sound of bang is walking.

There are no gorgeous, inspiring words, only simple, cold words that push you out between your lips: "Kill!!!"

"kill!!!!"

The roar of the most elite ten thousand cavalry in Wu Dynasty slapped the small shield on his arm, like a flood, resounding through the sky, and then

With the momentum that destroyed everything like a sea of ​​rushing, he rushed out.

The iron hooves are like thunder, the mud and dust are rolling up, the sky is open, and the golden light shines on the charge flag, changing color...
Chapter completed!