Blood stains the evening glow, swords flash, and warhorses neigh.

Thousands of troops charged in, blood splattered everywhere, and the chilling cold was penetrating to the bone!

The barrage of arrows halted the advance of the Tuyuan army, killing countless warhorses and forcing them to stop. Meanwhile, the Mongol light cavalry, close behind, were already galloping towards them.

For the first time on the battlefield, Deklee's face became solemn, even tinged with a hint of panic.

This volley of arrows made him realize that the army opposite him was different from the Xijing resistance army.

No, it should be said that they are worlds apart!

The cavalrymen who were charging into the battlefield were no less physically imposing than their own troops, and... even gave Dikeli the illusion that they were taller.

As he got closer, he realized it wasn't an illusion.

The enemy soldiers in front of us were tall and strong, making it clear at a glance that they were no ordinary people!

Dekley narrowed his eyes, took out a giant axe from behind his back, and then shouted:

"Don't panic! If they want to keep us here, then fight them!"

"Kill them!"

"kill!"

At a command, the well-trained Tu Yuan soldiers immediately formed a battle formation, their shields already raised!

But the next moment.

"Bang bang bang!"

The Mongol light cavalry surged into the Tuyuan army's formation like a tidal wave; their sharp spears and galloping horses instantly broke through the Tuyuan army's defenses.

The chaos has begun!

A tall Tuyuan soldier with a ferocious expression held a round shield in his left hand and a long spear in his right. With a roar, he thrust his spear at a Mongol cavalryman's warhorse!

The spear pierced the warhorse's neck. Despite its thick skin and tough flesh, the spear still caused it to stagger and die on the spot!

The Mongol cavalryman on horseback fell to the ground, and Tu Yuanbing seized the opportunity to thrust his spear towards his neck!

The Mongol cavalryman wore an enigmatic smile. He merely tilted his body to dodge the spear, then grabbed it with his other hand and yanked it sharply.

Tu Yuanbing's face darkened, and he gripped the spear in his hand tightly!

A contest of strength unfolded between the two, but Tu Yuanbing discovered that his opponent's strength was astonishing, and he could barely hold onto the spear!

In a split second, he raised his round shield with his left hand and hurled it at the other side!

This round shield is quite heavy. If it were to hit a Mongol cavalryman squarely on the head, even with a helmet for protection, he believed it would leave the enemy dazed and confused. At that point, he would only need to follow up with a spear to kill him!

But as soon as the round shield swung down, it collided with a strangely shaped weapon!

A loud "bang"!

The round shield, known for its sturdiness, had a dent in the middle after being smashed!

Tu Yuanbing's hand, which was inside the round shield, was shattered by this blow. A sharp, excruciating pain shot through him, and Tu Yuanbing couldn't help but scream in agony.

"Hey! Come on, take this hammer!"

A cold laugh rang out, and Tu Yuanbing's eyes narrowed as he saw a cone-shaped iron hammer with twelve caltrops smashing down!

The blow came so fast that he could only barely raise his dented shield to block it!

"Bang!"

Another loud bang was heard, followed by terrifying screams.

With that one blow, Tu Yuanbing's entire arm, along with the shattered shield, was smashed to pieces!

"Again! Again! Hey!"

The Mongol cavalrymen swung their maces and fiercely smashed them down on Tu Yuanbing's head!

This time, Tu Yuanbing was powerless to stop him.

His left hand, or rather his entire right arm, was completely immobile. The intense pain caused him to sweat profusely and his body to tremble like a leaf.

Faced with the falling mace, he had no time to dodge and could only hope that his helmet could withstand the attack!

But clearly, his helmet wasn't very sturdy.

Or perhaps, the iron bone itself was an armor-piercing weapon, and combined with the powerful force of the Mongol cavalry, the hammer blow was like a meteor falling from the sky!

A loud "bang" was heard.

As expected, Tu Yuanbing's helmet was smashed!

His head inside the helmet was dented from the impact, yet he was still alive. His eyes widened suddenly, and his body began to convulse uncontrollably.

"So tough! Then give it a few more hits!" The Mongol soldier grinned and swung his iron mace down one blow after another.

The helmet was smashed to pieces, the skull was completely crushed, and only when red blood mixed with white brain matter flowed out did the Mongol cavalryman stride away and charge towards the other Tuyuan soldiers.

The next moment, he spotted a Tu Yuan soldier on horseback, trotted a few steps, and then leaped into the air.

"Come on! Take this hammer!!"

His sudden appearance startled Tu Yuanbing, who hurriedly raised his spear and thrust it forward.

But it's clear that if you're even a step behind, you're bound to lose!

The moment the sound of wind breaking rang out, the iron mace had already slammed solidly into his chest.

Despite wearing armor, the powerful blow ripped it apart like paper, shattering his sternum and piercing his internal organs.

His internal organs and lungs were ruptured, and fresh blood gushed uncontrollably from his throat.

With a "pfft," he coughed up blood and collapsed heavily to the ground!

The next instant, he saw a curved blade swinging towards his neck...

——

Dekley was panting heavily. The giant axe that he used to be able to swing easily now felt heavy because he had swung it too many times.

Previously, every time he swung his axe, a member of the Xijing resistance would die.

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