"kill!"
Shouts of battle rang out from both sides simultaneously, and as the distance closed, the two sides immediately engaged in fierce combat.
Although the bandits of Black Tiger Stronghold were roughnecks, they had been training in the stronghold for many years.
At this moment, some were armed with broadswords, some with iron bars, and some were burly men wielding spiked clubs. All sorts of weapons were unleashed upon the soldiers.
But today Zhao Yuan brought his trusted men from Beiyuan City. These men were all veterans who had been through many battles. At this moment, they were all carrying long spears and their faces were filled with murderous intent.
In one-on-one combat or small-scale battles, bandits can kill their opponents with their superior martial arts skills, but on a large-scale battlefield, how can bandits match the fighting power of an army?
Putting aside everything else, just talking about weapons, the saying goes that an inch longer means an inch stronger. In large-scale battles, long-bladed weapons can often defeat the enemy in one move before they even get close!
Furthermore, with the help of the horses' charge, the cavalrymen could simply thrust out their lances and cause bandits to be killed on the spot.
The moment the two sides made contact, the bandits suffered heavy casualties.
Before the short-bladed weapons like the broadsword could strike, the spear pierced his chest.
Unlike government troops, bandits lacked armor protection. When a spear pierced their chest, a spurt of blood would spurt out. Some were even struck head-on by horses, their internal organs ruptured from the shock, and they died on the spot.
However, there were many skilled warriors among the bandits. Wang Wei also wielded a long spear. His face was ferocious. Relying on his immense strength, he did not thrust his spear but instead swept it horizontally.
"Bang!"
With a sweeping motion, several cavalrymen around him were knocked off their horses. Although they were protected by armor, the shock still caused them to cough up a mouthful of blood.
Before they could react, a bandit wielding a large knife leaped up and slashed down, instantly beheading several people.
The heavy stench of blood permeated the entire battlefield, and the sounds of fighting rose and fell, everyone's eyes bloodshot.
Every strike drew blood; spear after spear thrust forth, leaving countless corpses lying on the ground.
At this moment, Wang Meng held a large sword, his face contorted like a ghost. He leaped forward and fiercely slashed at a cavalryman.
When the cavalryman saw Wang Meng slashing at him with his sword, he panicked and quickly raised his spear to parry.
"Click!"
With a sharp crack, the spear shaft was severed in half, and the blade struck the cavalryman's shoulder, causing blood to spurt out instantly.
Wang Meng glared, let out a roar, and forcefully chopped down the blade with his right hand.
Before the cavalryman could even scream in agony, the right half of his body was sliced off by the blade, and even his thin armor was ripped apart!
Wang Meng, in his fifties, had been practicing martial arts since childhood and possessed a formidable fighting style. Now, facing these cavalrymen, his ferocity was also unleashed, and his attacks became increasingly brutal!
After dealing with the cavalry, he glanced around and finally fixed his gaze on Zhao Yuan, who was being guarded by cavalry not far away.
The moment Wang Meng saw Zhao Yuan, his eyes widened in fury, and the rage that had been building up in his chest was about to burst forth!
If there's one person he hates most right now, it's none other than Zhao Yuan, who discarded him after he had served his purpose!
Wang Meng roared, "Brothers, follow me and kill this bastard Zhao Yuan! Even if we all die here today, I will make him pay with his life!"
"Zhao Yuan! You son of a bitch, you despicable scoundrel! Prepare to die!"
Wang Meng yanked one of the cavalrymen around him off his horse, beheaded him with a single stroke, then mounted his horse and charged towards Zhao Yuan with a group of his men.
Zhao Yuan's face was ashen. When he saw Wang Meng rushing towards him, he gritted his teeth and sneered.
"Whoever killed Wang Meng will be rewarded with a hundred taels of silver!" Zhao Yuan shouted.
In an instant, a group of cavalry charged toward Wang Meng.
Just then, a horn sounded.
"Waaah!"
The sound of the horn attracted everyone's attention, whether it was the Black Tiger Stronghold bandits or the cavalry, they all looked in the direction of the sound.
A large number of soldiers charged out from the rear, the sound of their hooves shaking the ground. Amidst the rising dust, a group of light cavalry in black armor, their faces cold and their hands holding long halberds, cut into the battlefield from the flank like a pack of hunting wolves!
The light cavalrymen rode their warhorses faster and faster, their roars instantly echoing across the entire battlefield!
"kill!!!"
The red banners fluttering among the light cavalrymen were like flames dancing in the wind!
The Crimson Flame Army! Officially joins the battlefield!
Such power startled even Zhao Yuan, a veteran of many battles!
Qin Ze led his army to capture two mountain strongholds within a few days and wiped out tens of thousands of bandits. His troops were extremely powerful.
Seeing this with his own eyes, Zhao Yuan was even more surprised. Such a neat formation, just in terms of its momentum, was already stronger than his own cavalry.
Not to mention the equipment worn by these cavalrymen; Zhao Yuan could tell at a glance that the armor worn by these soldiers was clearly unusual.
His own men were all wearing thin iron armor, while the black armor of the soldiers in front of him was clearly of superior quality, and they were all using long halberds.
Unlike spears, halberds can be used for thrusting, hooking, and sweeping. However, due to the manufacturing process, most cavalry used simple spears, which were much cheaper to make than halberds.
Zhao Yuan was increasingly alarmed as he looked at Qin Ze's army. Qin Ze's army was well-equipped, had excellent weapons, and possessed an unstoppable momentum. In comparison, his own cavalry looked like rookies.
Meanwhile, the bandits panicked when they saw the Chiyan Army attacking from the flank. They were already struggling to deal with Zhao Yuan's cavalry, and now another army was coming. How could they possibly stop them?
Before the fight even started, they were already somewhat intimidated.
In the crowd, Wang Wei, carrying a long spear, saw Qin Ze and Dian Wei, the leaders of the Crimson Flame Army, and immediately shouted:
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