"Mo Dao Formation! Start!"
Han Zhong’s roar overwhelmed everything!
"Hah!" One hundred Modao warriors shouted in unison, their voices shaking the whole area!
The heavy Mo Dao was turned from being pointed at an angle to being held horizontally, and the dense blades instantly formed a forest of death!
The cold metallic light merged into one, emitting a suffocating murderous aura!
"Crossbowmen! Get ready!"
Lin Feng’s command flag is waving!
The crossbowman squeezed the trigger, and the cold arrow was aimed at the rushing torrent!
"Cavalry on both wings! Hold on!"
Zhong Dahu gripped the reins tightly and stared at the flank of the charging Murong cavalry, looking for the best opportunity to break in!
Rumble!
The sound of iron hooves is like the drums of doom!
The Murong cavalry in the front row had already rushed to fifty steps in front of the Modao formation!
There were bloodthirsty grins on their faces, as if they had already seen the scene of those clumsy infantrymen being crushed by iron hooves!
"put!"
Lin Feng’s roar tore through the air!
Buzz!
A black cloud rose into the sky!
Thousands of powerful crossbow armor-piercing arrows, with piercing screams, were like the scythe of the god of death, piercing fiercely into the torrent of charging cavalry!
Puff puff puff!
Men and horses fell to the ground! Blood splattered everywhere! The momentum of the charge faltered!
Knights and horses were shot into hedgehogs one after another, falling to the ground with screams, and were ruthlessly trampled by the subsequent iron hooves!
But this is just the beginning!
The fearless Murong cavalry continued to charge forward madly!
Thirty steps! Twenty steps!
"Swordsman! Cut!"
Han Zhong's roar was like thunder.
"kill!"
The one hundred Modao warriors roared in unison like five hundred awakened steel demons!
The waist and horse are united, and all the strength of the body is poured into the arms!
The terrifying giant blade, which was over ten feet long, brought with it the violent force to tear everything apart, and slashed down towards the galloping warhorse!
Swish! Swish!
The horrifying tearing sound instantly became the main theme of the battlefield!
That was not the sound of metal clashing, but the sound of flesh and bones being cut and crushed by a huge force!
The dozens of Murong cavalrymen who were rushing in the front, including their horses, were like running into an invisible steel meat grinder!
The sharp and heavy Mo Dao chopped down, the solid leather armor became like paper, and the strong grassland horse was cut in half!
The knight on horseback had his head split open, his arms cut off, and half of his body chopped off!
Blood, viscera, broken weapons, broken horse carcasses... splattered and piled up in front of the Modao formation!
After just one encounter, the most ferocious vanguard of the Murong cavalry was turned into a horrific pile of limbs and flesh!
The strong smell of blood instantly filled the entire battlefield!
This hellish scene made the Murong cavalry charging from behind terrified!
They had never seen such a terrifying and efficient killing weapon!
The war horses neighed in fear, and the charging formation was instantly thrown into chaos!
"Now! Cavalry on both wings! Cut through them!"
Han Zhong seized the opportunity and chopped down with his sword!
"Follow me and kill!"
Zhong Dahu and his deputy were like two arrows shot from a bow, leading the light cavalry and charging fiercely into the chaotic Murong cavalry team from the flank!
Thrust with the long spear and chop with the sword!
Like two red-hot knives cutting into butter!
The frontal Modao formation advanced step by step, crushing all approaching enemies like a meat grinder!
The light cavalry on both sides repeatedly penetrated and cut!
The bows and crossbows in the rear formation continue to cover!
The Shuozhou Army was like a sophisticated and ruthless war machine, cutting, crushing and devouring the cavalry torrent that the Murong tribe was proud of!
Murong Hu was watching from behind with his eyes bloodshot and his heart broken!
The cavalry that he was so proud of was so vulnerable in front of the iron barrier and the terrifying Mo Dao!
"Retreat! Retreat quickly! Blow the horn! Retreat!"
He roared at the top of his lungs, his voice filled with resentment and fear!
He knew that if he continued fighting, his tribe's elite would be killed here!
When the desolate horn sounded, the remaining Murong cavalrymen, as if they had been pardoned, threw away their weapons and armor and fled desperately.
On the battlefield, all that was left were mutilated corpses, wailing war horses, and the thick smell of blood.
In front of the Shuozhou army, one hundred Modao soldiers were covered in blood, like demons fished out of a pool of blood. The huge Modao in their hands were dripping with the blood of the enemies, silently proclaiming the majesty of steel!
Han Zhong rode his horse and stood in front of the battle formation. Looking at the fleeing enemy troops and his own standing army, he felt a surge of heroic spirit in his heart.
This battle not only demonstrated the power of the Shuozhou Army, but also showed the iron backbone left by Zhao Muyun!
He believed that Murong Hu would make the "right" choice.
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