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Chapter 737 Battle

It was as if the sky and the earth were filled with a layer of blood.

The Jiehu and Xianbei people in the Death Battalion uttered wild roars, and rushed into the Jin army's infantry without fear of death.

A shield, a knife, a life!

Sometimes people are extremely timid, but sometimes they are extremely crazy!
The death-death battalion crashed into the Jin army's spears and shields like moths to the flame, and then blood and flesh flew everywhere.

The body was picked up in the air by six or seven spears, and the blood dripped and sprinkled on the ground.

But the owner of the body showed a relieved and relieved smile on his face.

Behind them, countless feathered arrows covered both the autumn sky and the earth, and the darkness spread into the formations of both sides. Sometimes there was the sound of gold, iron, gold and wood clashing, and sometimes there were one or two painful wailings. Voice.

In a large-scale battle, the most dangerous place is not the front line.

The soldiers in the front are all elites from both sides, well-equipped and brave.

And the crossbow arrows and artillery stones will not aim at the front of the formation.

A battalion of more than [-] death-death battalions blazed a trail of blood in front of the formation of the two armies.

The corpses were piled up into a corpse wall one mile long and two feet wide.

The Jin army's infantry is still standing upright.

There are fewer and fewer death camps.

The tragic fight caused a strong smell of blood to rise in the autumn sky.

It also made Wei Guan's face a little pale, "The Jie people and Xianbei are as fierce as fellow soldiers, their strength has been exhausted, and they can ride iron cavalry!"

The Death Battalion did suffer heavy casualties, but the Jin Army's infantry still stood firm.

"The time has not come yet! Even if there is no death camp left, we must continue!" Yang Zheng had a sullen face, without the slightest pity in his heart.

Maybe it's because he's used to fighting, or maybe his heart has hardened as an emperor.

One more death-death battalion can consume a little more strength of the Jin army, and it can also reduce the casualties of the Qin army.

How could such a large-scale war be possible without bloodshed?

Yang Zheng personally lifted a crossbow and aimed it at a death camp fleeing with his head in his arms.

Maybe they are Xianbei people, maybe they are Jie people, they are young, they lost their minds because of the brutal fighting, and they ran, shouting "Mother, Mother"...

Yang Zheng could even see the tears on his face.

However, the crossbow in his hand still flew out, drew an arc, hit his neck, sprayed out a cloud of blood mist under the autumn sun, and fell softly.

Yang Zheng threw away the crossbow with a blank expression.

Since we are born in this era, everyone is born with original sin!
The rise of a famous ethnic group must be built on the blood, tears and bones of other ethnic groups.

And Yang Zheng, as the Great Qin Emperor, would not show mercy to any individual.

Heaven and earth are not benevolent, and all things are dogs.

The world is like this, let alone people?

So be kind!
Infected by Yang Zheng, the people around them all turned grim.

The drums of the Jin army sounded over and over again, as if they had already felt the pressure.

One person risked his life, ten people avoided him, ten thousand people risked their lives, and the three armies were changed.

More than a dozen Jie people jumped from the corpse wall and jumped into the ranks of the Jin army. Most of them were pierced by spears.

But there are still a few lucky ones who escaped the spear and slashed wildly as soon as they landed.

The following death camps followed suit.

The front line of the Jin army suddenly became chaotic.

In close combat, the disadvantages of spears are fully revealed, while the advantages of swords and shields are gradually brought into play.

Jiehu and Xianbei hacked like crazy.

"The time has come!" Yang Zheng roared.

The black-feathered man under his crotch stood up, let out a long cry, and called out——

"Attack!" Yang Zheng drew his sword and pointed at the Jin army.

Boom, boom, boom...

The sound of horseshoes stepping slowly on the ground.

Two cavalrymen rushed out from the left and right of the Qin army's formation like dragons, carrying the golden brilliance of autumn, like two sickles swung out, going to harvest mature crops.

A banner with the word "Mongolian" and a banner with the word "Wen".

The two most brave generals in the Qin army rushed out.

The sound of horseshoes turned from slow to fast.

The armor collided fiercely with each other, making a heavy sound.

The Jin army on the opposite side also found that the situation was not good, and a cavalry and a heavily armored infantry rushed out from the formation.

Unlike the Qin army's slow first and then fast, the Jin army's cavalry rushed like lightning, rushing like a squall.

"Youzhou Tuqi!" Wei Guan said in a deep voice.

On the ground, it was as if two giants swung their fists at the same time, and then smashed together fiercely.

Bursts of blood burst out.

Yang Zheng saw that the horse's brains had been knocked out.

The cavalryman's body was distorted to an incredible angle by the huge impact, then fell off the horse, was trampled by countless horseshoes, and finally turned into a pool of bloody mud.

But both sides are indomitable.

At this time, timidity is useless. You can only stand up and let the enemy fall before you fall!

The Youzhou Tuqi were brave and fierce, but in front of the Qin Army's iron cavalry, they still seemed a little thin.

Not only reflected in the equipment, but also in the momentum.

The Qin army was fearless in the face of the enemy's spears and impacts. One rider in front fell off his horse, and the one behind made up for it.

A cavalryman was pierced through the body, but was holding on to the spear, fell together, and was trampled to death.

The advantage in equipment made the Qin army lose less.

After two rounds, Youzhou Tuqi's war horse lost some strength.

The morale, strength, and horsepower of the Qin army are still at their peak.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The cavalry of the Qin Army roared to the sky.

Youzhou Tuqi's aura was immediately stepped down.

Qin Bing is as fast as a thunderbolt, and the captives are galloping and afraid of thistles!
Wen Yang didn't bother, and led the cavalry to rush in along the gap made by the death camp with flesh and blood...

In an instant, silver light danced wildly and blood spattered.

Wen Yang, one man and one horse, led nearly a hundred soldiers trained by himself, and came and went like flying in the Jin army's infantry.

If Wen Yang is a tiger, then Meng Xi is a bear.

Powerful and heavy, without fancy, [-] cavalry equipped with irons, when encountering Buddhas kill Buddhas, and when encountering gods, slay gods.

Wherever he went, there were only stumps and broken arms left along the way.

Whether it's a large shield, a spear, or an iron armor, in front of the heavy cavalry, they are all like clay sculptures, which will shatter at the touch of one touch!
There is no doubt that, here and now, the heavy cavalry is the king on the battlefield!
Qin Jun is also the master of the king who has emerged from countless bloody battles.

"Attack in step formation!" Yang Zheng looked at the deep blood in the sky and the earth, and the blood in his body was also boiling.

"Take orders!" Liu Heng roared.

More than 7000 soldiers from the Wuwei Battalion and Zhongba Battalion marched forward amidst waving command flags and horns.

Liu Heng walked in the front with a mace and heavy armor, and the more than [-] people who followed him were all as strong as him, holding big axes, halberds, and maces, like hungry wolves who had been hungry for a long time. Pounce on the weak sheep on the opposite side.

Of course, the Jin army has a large number of people.

However, tigers and wolves are never afraid of the number of sheep.

On the battlefield, the number of troops has never been the criterion for measuring combat power.

"Ho, ho, ho..."

The soldiers shouted loudly, forming a unified rhythm.

And every movement of them fit this rhythm.

Every time he spit out, more than 1 long spears stabbed out.

Even if it is iron armor, there will be an extra hole.

The real strength is not the intrigues and tricks, but the combat power gathered by every soldier!

(End of this chapter)