As the 333 long-handled swords fell, the 333 Qiang cavalrymen were cut in two along with their horses before they could even scream.

Fresh blood gushed out like a fountain!

Steaming hot cavalry and horse intestines suddenly jumped out.

The soul was poured with brains and blood, as if a Buddhist ritual had been performed.

Blood splattered onto the 333 burly men wielding longswords.

His bare upper body and strong physique were instantly ignited by passion.

They were like demons from hell, terrifying and bloodthirsty.

Blood also splattered on the Qiang knights in the back row, and they were all terrified.

One by one, fierce comrades and clansmen were reduced to two pieces of flesh in the blink of an eye.

Next, it was their turn. They wanted to retreat, but they couldn't.

Because behind them, countless cavalrymen were surging forward.

They had no choice but to bite the bullet and charge forward.

"Enter!"

With another high-pitched Qinqiang opera tune, Li Siye led the Mo Dao Battalion forward with a great stride after a series of slashes.

The burly man with the long-handled sword in the second row suddenly lunged forward from the gap in the front row, his long-handled sword fully charged.

"rise!"

"cut!"

Blood sprayed, heads rolled, and warhorses neighed in agony.

The half-chopped corpse convulsed in a pool of blood.

This is no battlefield, it's a human meat grinder!

As the commander of the Mo Dao (陌刀) swords, Li Siye was known as the last line of defense for the Tang Dynasty.

During the An Lushan Rebellion, in the Battle of Xiangji Temple, Li Siye led the Mo Dao Battalion to firmly defend the position.

The corpses of the chaotic cavalrymen who died before them piled up like mountains, and their blood flowed like rivers.

It should be noted that the chaotic army Li Siye faced at the time was also the elite cavalry of the Tang Dynasty.

In terms of equipment, weapons, warhorses, and combat skills, they were worlds apart from the Qiang cavalry, who were now in a state of near-primitive warfare.

Therefore, these successive Qiang cavalrymen were no match for Li Siye.

However, he still treated it with the same meticulous seriousness, bringing out the full potential of the three-section style of the Mo Dao.

The blade advanced like a wall, shattering both men and horses!

As the Mo Dao Battalion advanced step by step, Qiang cavalry poured in continuously, and the barbican was soon filled with blood.

Lying on the ground were warhorses and Qiang cavalrymen, all broken in two.

The burly men of the Modao Battalion had bare upper bodies shrouded in white mist, with sweat and blood mingling and flowing down their bodies.

"Your Highness, this...this is the Mo Dao Formation you spoke of that destroyed both gods and men?"

"Seeing it now is truly chilling and makes one's feet go cold and one sweat profusely!"

"The Qiang cavalry are so fierce, yet the Mo Dao Battalion was able to defeat them with infantry. It's as if they are divine soldiers descended to earth, gods descended from heaven."

Geng Chun and Chen Lian followed Liu Wei, watching the battle from the city wall.

They looked worried when they heard Liu Wei order Li Siye to open the city gates.

But now, seeing the Mo Dao Battalion slaughtering the Qiang cavalry like cutting monsters into vegetables, leaving corpses strewn across the fields, one can't help but feel sorry for the Qiang people.

Why did you have to mess with our prince of all people!

Everyone knows that the King of Clouds is a specialist in killing alien races.

The two were utterly astonished that the Mo Dao Battalion could kill cavalry.

"Hehe, Lieutenant Li is just testing the waters, warming up, so that he won't complain about not having any battles to fight."

Liu Wei smiled faintly, "You don't know this, but even my heavy cavalry would probably only be cut in two if they encountered them!"

What!

The two stared at each other, utterly astonished.

In their view, heavy cavalry was already the king of land warfare, sweeping away everything, and no other type of unit could counter them alone; they were invincible.

To subdue heavy cavalry, close cooperation among all military branches is required, along with the use of various methods.

It is estimated that they would have to resort to any means necessary to stop these two thousand heavily armored cavalry.

But now Liu Wei says that his two thousand heavily armored cavalry would only perish if they encountered the Mo Dao Battalion.

So, does that mean the Mo Dao Battalion is even more powerful than the heavy cavalry?

“Every type of soldier has its strengths and weaknesses. Although heavy cavalry are sturdy, the sharpness of the Mo Dao (a type of long-handled sword) surpasses that of the heavy cavalry.”

"Of course, the Mo Dao Battalion also has its shortcomings, such as mobility and sustained combat capability."

Liu Wei patiently explained.

The stronger one's own troops are, the more confidence one can give to generals like Geng Chun who have defected to the army.

Strong power can also guarantee the loyalty of subordinates.

"How terrifying!" Geng Chun exclaimed.

He really had an eye-opening day.

The three-bow crossbow has an extremely long range and power, the crossbow has dense firepower, and now the Mo Dao Battalion has the god-slaying killing power.

No wonder Liu Wei allowed Xue Rengui to take away 1,800 Xuanjia cavalry, leaving only these 4,000-plus garrison troops to guard this place.

The prince has some big stuff in his hands!

"Have you used up all two thousand crossbow bolts?" Liu Wei asked.

"Your Highness, only three hundred arrows have been fired! I'm worried the bowstrings won't be able to hold up."

Twenty ballistae, each firing 20 rounds at a time, fired over 300 rounds, meaning each ballistae fired only 15 rounds.

However, the crossbow bolts were already slightly hot.

"Keep shooting!"

Liu Wei said expressionlessly, "If it gets damaged, it's on me."

"This Qiang cavalry unit should be the elite of the Qiang tribe. The more of them we kill, the better it will be for us to conquer the Qiang in Xiping later."

"The opportunity to carry out a large-scale massacre today may not come again."

"Why...why is this?" Geng Chun asked, puzzled.

"After this battle, the Qiang people fear us like tigers. Whenever we engage in battle, they run away before we even make a move, hahaha!"

......

The crossbow bolts from the triple-bow ballista continued to fire in waves.

More than a thousand Qiang cavalrymen have died from these crossbow bolts that are as big as spears.

Among them were three commanders of a thousand men and about ten commanders of a hundred men.

Crossbow bolts don't have eyes; they won't stop shooting at you just because you're an officer.

Under the protection of his guards, Marshal Yueji narrowly escaped the crossbow barrage, finding himself caught between the range of the three-bow crossbow and the arm-drawn crossbow, unable to advance or retreat.

Fortunately, he saw his cavalrymen pouring into the city gate.

Even if the outside suffers heavy losses, it is worth it as long as we take the city.

"Marshal... Marshal!"

A centurion, covered in blood and with his armor disheveled, ignored the arrows lodged in his head and rode his horse at full speed out of the city gate in the opposite direction.

His eyes were filled with fear and unease, as if he were seeing a demon.

His face was deathly pale; his lips were trembling and bluish.

"Your troops had already stormed the city, so how did you manage to escape?"

Yueji was greatly surprised, "You deserted in the face of battle, I will have you beheaded and displayed to the public."

"Marshal, all the warriors of my tribe are gone! Waaah, not a single one left!"

The centurion, a burly man with a thick beard, actually burst into tears in front of Yueji and the knights.

"What!"

"You two thousand cavalrymen were the elite force I brought to this battle. How could you have been wiped out in such a short time!"

Yueji stared wide-eyed, filled with surprise and doubt.