The heavy hammer was about to hit Li Siye's lower back!
But without warning, he suddenly lunged forward, not only dodging the hammer, but also stabbing the chest of a light cavalryman in front of him with his longsword!
Besides its wide and sharp blades on both sides, the tip of the Mo Dao is also sharp!
The sharp blade, like an arrow released from a bow, viciously pierced the cavalryman's chest. The breastplate was rendered useless, as the blade pierced through the armor and went straight through his heart!
Li Siye roared and twisted his wrist forcefully. The light cavalryman's eyes widened suddenly, and before he could even utter a sound, he spat out a mouthful of blood, splattering it all over Li Siye!
With a loud thud, the cavalryman, whose internal organs had been ripped apart, collapsed to the ground!
"call--"
But then, a whooshing sound came from the air!
It was that meteor hammer, which struck Li Siye once again.
Li Siye drew his sword back, pushed off the ground with his right calf to avoid the hammer blow, and at the same time kicked the horse under the hammer-wielding soldier in the belly with his left foot!
With that kick, the warhorse felt a sharp pain in its abdomen, and uncontrollably reared up, neighing loudly!
As the warhorse leaped into the air, the rider leaned back, unable to swing his hammer. He hurriedly grabbed the reins to avoid falling off the horse.
But it was this one action that had already put him in a deadly situation!
Li Siye loosened his left hand, slid his right hand, which was holding the Mo Dao (陌刀), backward, and then tightly gripped the hilt at the very back.
The knife was heavy enough that he twisted his body, bent his legs slightly, and his footsteps burst forth, making a hissing sound as they hit the blood-covered ground. His figure leaped forward like a cheetah suddenly pounced.
The position of his grip on the knife extended the distance, and the force generated by twisting his body was enough for him to slice it off with one strike!
Without the slightest hesitation, he decisively slashed forward!
Before the warhorse's raised hooves had even landed, and the rider's hands were still tightly gripping the reins, his eyes only moved for a moment before he saw the gleaming blade appear!
His pupils contracted immediately, and although his eyes had seen it, his body had no time to react!
And so, he could only watch helplessly as the broad blade slashed down from below!
With a "poof" sound!
In the gap between the breastplate and the armor, the thick neck came into contact with the cold blade without the slightest hesitation, and the flesh was instantly sliced open!
Bubbling sounds came from the cut throat, but they were quickly drowned out by the gushing blood.
Like a torrent in a mountain stream, crimson blood gushed out.
Amidst a curtain of blood, everything the cavalry saw changed; they were all stained red.
The intense smell of blood seemed to transform from an odor into a tangible object.
They were thick like fog, or like a foul wind, brooking no refusal, fiercely penetrating everyone's nasal cavity, stimulating everyone to the point of almost going mad!
"Die!"
The cavalrymen, their faces bloodshot, swung their weapons wildly and haphazardly, desperate to kill the terrifying man before them.
But the man remained calm and composed. He wielded his knife quickly and fiercely, and although his breathing was somewhat rapid, it was not chaotic at all.
In a matter of moments, several weapons came flying toward his throat and face.
That was the perfect position for the cavalry to attack.
Almost instinctively, Li Siye used his amazing waist strength to perform a bridge-like maneuver, avoiding the possibility of being injured in the throat, and then changed his grip on the Mo Dao from one hand to both.
Using the strength of his lower body and powerful waist and abdomen, Li Siye drew a semi-circular arc with his sword.
Then, with a "ripping" sound, the front hooves of the two leading horses were severed!
Before the cavalrymen, who had crashed to the ground, could even get up, the longswords were already slashing down on them again.
With a single strike, a body was severed; the powerful slash even embedded itself in the ground beneath the severed body, demonstrating the immense force behind it!
Faced with such a sight, the cavalrymen were terrified and dared not fight again.
The coward frantically pulled on the reins, retreating rapidly, glancing left and right, hoping to join forces with more comrades to fight together.
But all that could be seen in the surrounding area were walls of knives!
That was a wall of advance formed by the Mo Dao (陌刀) warriors!
The intimidation posed by the broad, sharp Mo Dao (陌刀) to the enemy far surpassed that of the narrow spearheads and lances.
A team of Mo Dao (a type of long-handled swordsman) was just like the ever-advancing wall of swords!
In addition to instilling psychological fear in the enemy, it can also inflict real heavy casualties on them.
At this moment, these Mo Dao soldiers, wielding their long-handled broadswords, advanced like a wall, annihilating the enemy's frontal forces. Their astonishing combat power even brought the heavily armored cavalry to a shattered state!
Seeing the cavalrymen who were clearly terrified, Li Siye shouted in a loud voice:
"Come!"
"Cut them down!!"
The Mo Dao warriors strode forward, their faces contorted with rage, their leaping figures slicing through everything in their path!
Compared to the battles on the Beiku Grassland or Yanlu Mountain, none of them were as bloody as the battle on this Baili Plain.
The destructive power of the Mo Dao (陌刀) is formidable and terrifying.
Scattered on the ground were horse hooves, human arms and legs, and half-dead soldiers groaning on the ground.
The warm, even steaming liver lay exposed on the ground, its blood splattered everywhere, staining the earth red, as if bringing the scene of hell to life.
The sounds of fighting rose and fell, bombarding everyone's eardrums, while wails and screams seemed like lurking imps whispering in their ears.
"call--"
Behind the battlefield, Xiong Qian was covered in sweat and breathing heavily.
No one came to his aid; he had enough troops that he hadn't even joined the battle yet.
But after more than an hour of fighting, he was already drenched in sweat.
The ever-advancing wall of blades in the distance, each step of the long-handled sword, seemed to strike him, and he even felt a tingling sensation throughout his body.
This was no illusion; their heavy cavalry, the main force of the army, were being slaughtered by the rebels like cutting melons and vegetables.
This was not a back-and-forth battle, but rather a one-sided massacre.
The heavy cavalry failed to perform effectively and even now appeared to be a burden.
At that moment, Xiong Qian suddenly remembered the disheveled state Jin Jiande had in when he fled.
That look of utterly lost soul and extreme fear seems still vivid in my mind, as if it were right before my eyes.
So it turns out he encountered such a bloody and terrifying battle in Yanluo Mountain.
How could one not feel terrified when fighting against such a rebel army?
Amidst the enormous casualties and desperate cries of anguish.
Xiong Qian gradually came to understand everything.
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