Chapter 648 No Regrets

The two Xiliang Iron Knights took turns attacking the enemy like heavy hammers.

The warhorse that chased the horse had been changed three times, and the wounds on his body were countless. The entire armor on his right shoulder was almost broken. The number of

Iron Knights who could charge with him was also decreasing rapidly.

During the fourth charge, he saw the horse slave from a distance. He was in a worse condition than himself. His whole body was like a blood gourd, but he was still charging on the front line.

This made him spit on the ground fiercely, thinking how come this alliance person is good at both civil and martial arts, why can't Xiliang produce such talents.

He didn't know that many years ago, a totem had the same idea as him.

In the enemy's battle array, the merchant Husaifit's mood fluctuated several times, and now he was a little stiff and numb.

At the beginning, he thought that these two thousand people would definitely not be able to stop the iron cavalry, especially after another team of iron cavalry joined the battle.

But the warriors successfully intercepted the enemy, which made him feel a little relieved. As the resistance time got longer and longer, he even felt that it was no problem to resist these enemies.

But this peace of mind gradually disappeared as the enemy charged fearlessly again and again.

It was not until this time that he suddenly remembered why he lived in the nameless city and why the nameless city was close to the desert.

That's because they are the least good at fighting. They don't like fighting and are even afraid of fighting.

If there is an army of the God of War... he fantasized about it, but unfortunately there is no army. There are only two thousand defenders of the nameless city in front of him.

Under the attack of the enemy, he has no idea how many of these two thousand people are left. He only knows that the entire battle formation is constantly retreating.

Fortunately, the individual combat power of the enemy is obviously not as good as theirs. Unfortunately, the enemy's combat consciousness is much stronger than they imagined.

This is not the weak place that the God Hermes said. As for whether it is rich, he doesn't know, because he hasn't seen anything yet, and he is blocked by this city.

He was confused, hesitant, and wandering, and even doubted in his heart whether his God had guided him to the underworld.

The battlefield ahead was still brutal, the smell of blood was lingering in the air, and the chaotic battlefield made him dizzy.

He suddenly remembered Heslamo, who said that the enemy would attack the rear army, but that was just a bluff, and the enemy did not go to the rear army at all.

"I need support."

Finally, this arrogant, arrogant and ignorant guy finally thought of asking for reinforcements, so he sent a messenger to the back.

After a long wait, he silently counted the enemy's attack, the sixth round, the seventh round, the eighth round...

The enemy was decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye, but this did not make him happy, but made him more afraid.

Because those guys, even though both teams had less than 500 people, still launched a fierce charge.

The armored horses had all died long ago, and now they were riding unarmored horses, but they were still charging madly.

Every time, the horses would die, and whether the cavalrymen could survive was up to fate.

They really didn't fear life and death, how could he not be afraid.

And the more terrifying thing was still to come, that is, the messenger didn't come back at all, and the three thousand warriors behind didn't move at all.

They abandoned me? These damn thieves and robbers actually abandoned their employees?

Husaifit cursed these people in his heart, cursed everyone he could think of.

If he could go back alive, he would make those small traders bankrupt, put those thieves and robbers in prison, and make those herdsmen lose their livestock and land.

He even wanted to order the army to turn around and attack, but he did not lose all his sanity after all.

And neither cursing nor scolding would work on the battlefield.

The warriors around him were also terrified. Although there were not many enemies, they were... too brutal.

I heard that the God of War Army was fearless and brave, so I guess it was just like this.

Slowly, their resistance became weaker and weaker, and finally one soldier collapsed and turned around to run back.

Husaifit almost started at the same time as this soldier, and his fat body instantly surpassed this soldier.

Then, more and more people followed behind, running away madly.

The defeat started with the first soldier and the merchant Husaifit running. Some warriors took off their armor in order to run faster.

The warriors who were resisting in the front also quickly left the battlefield and began to flee. Everyone was fleeing madly.

At this time, it was time for Zhuma to lead the team to attack, so he took advantage of the situation to crush the enemy.

But when he killed the first fleeing enemy with the long spear in his hand, he found that his arm had no strength.

The same was true for the two hundred iron cavalry following him.

Slowly raising their arms that were as heavy as a thousand pounds, the iron cavalry slowly pulled the warhorses, and they also slowly stopped.

The enemy was fleeing, and it should be the best time to pursue, but they could not muster any strength.

They had no strength, not because they were too tired from killing on the battlefield, but because their hands were too heavy.

Now, there are few intact parts of his armor, and there are even several wounds on his body that are deep enough to show the bones.

The previous charges were all based on willpower, and his body is no longer strong enough to launch an attack.

The same is true for the cavalry following him. None of their armor is intact, and most of them are in tatters.

"Are you chasing?"

A weak voice came from behind. Zhu Ma turned around and saw the horse slave who was almost hanging on the warhorse.

His helmet had fallen off, and there was a long oblique wound on his head, extending from the left forehead to the back.

"What's your name?"

Zhu Ma did not answer his question, but asked instead.

Ma Nu was stunned, and after a moment of silence, he said weakly: "Ma Yi, I am from the Horse Tribe of the Alliance."

Zhu Ma nodded, not surprised.

Ma Nu has a very strong ability to control horses, and most of those who have this ability are from the Horse Tribe.

"Troops have been dispatched from the city, should we let them come over?"

A captain of five hundred came over from behind and said.

The centurion who followed Zhu Ma had died in battle, and now he is Zhu Ma's adjutant.

"Let them charge, and if the effect is not good, retreat."

Zhu Ma dragged his tired body and said as straight as he could.

The man responded, turned around and wanted to send a message, but he didn't expect to fall off his warhorse.

When he fell to the ground, everyone saw that there was a deep wound on the inside of his thigh that was so deep that the bone could be seen.

"You take the wounded and go back first."

Zhu Ma glanced at the cavalry that followed him. There were 2,000 Xiliang cavalry before, but now there are less than 500, and their horses have lost their armor.

In this battle, the Xiliang cavalry was almost eliminated.

The warriors began to support each other and go back. Zhu Ma did not leave, and the dying Ma Yi did not leave either.

"Go back and heal your wounds. There may still be hope."

Zhu Ma said to Ma Yi who was lying on the warhorse.

A smile appeared on Ma Yi's pale face. He shook his head and stretched out his hand with difficulty to pull off a bunch of wolf teeth from his neck. He

took one of them with trembling hands and handed it to Zhu Ma with difficulty.

Zhu Ma took the wolf tooth and held it in his hand, only to find that this thing that looked like a wolf tooth was actually made of stone.

"Give it to the marshal, he will know everything that happened here."

Ma Yi showed a difficult smile and said, "I have no regrets to follow the Duke in a battle."

After saying this, Ma Yi's head suddenly drooped, his body shook twice, and he fell off the warhorse.

Zhu Ma sat quietly on the horse's back, stroking the stone wolf tooth in his hand. He was silent for a long time and said nothing.

Not long after, a light cavalry came over and broke his thoughts.

"This is Ma Yi... Ma Nu's body, take it back, and the bodies of other warriors, regardless of friend or foe, take them all back, and let the light cavalry try to attack the enemy and see what the effect is."

He sat upright on the horse and said in a deep voice.

The light cavalry led the troops, some of them were tidying up the battlefield, and the other three thousand or so began to charge forward.

"Duke, you should also go back to the city and rest."

The cavalry commander in charge of tidying up the battlefield in the rear said to Zhuma.

Zhuma shook his head. He was indeed tired, and even felt a faint blackness in front of his eyes, but the battle had not stopped, and he would not rest.

"Tell Caoma to be careful when trying to attack. If you can't break through the enemy formation, come back."

Seeing that his advice was useless, the commander saluted with his chest and sent someone to notify the front army.

Soon after, the front army confronted the enemy. What they faced was not the fleeing armored enemy, but the three thousand miscellaneous troops that were originally the rear army.

Cao Ma was also cautious and did not dare to charge at once. Instead, he divided his troops into three groups and tried to use bows and arrows.

But the enemy was obviously braver than them, and directly sent only one thousand light cavalry to charge and kill.

Three thousand against one thousand, the leader of Cao Ma did not feel that he needed to retreat, so four thousand cavalry began to charge.

Cao Ma let three thousand people charge forward in a semi-encirclement formation, attacking with bows and arrows before the fight, and long swords after getting close.

There was no problem with the fighting method, but the bows and arrows had little effect.

Most of the bows and arrows fell in front of the enemy, and even those that were not knocked down were mostly blocked by the fighting spirit.

Only a few bronze arrows broke through the fighting spirit and pierced into the enemy's body.

But there were very few bronze arrows in Xiliang City, so the arrows did not play any role.

After the arrows, the two armies collided, and with just one encounter, a thousand cavalrymen directly killed the grass horse team.

That feeling was like a hot knife through butter, passing through in an instant without any hindrance.

"Let the light cavalry immediately take off the armor on the iron cavalry corpses and put it on, and prepare to fight me."

Zhu Ma turned his head and said to the commander beside him, then looked at the battlefield and said, "Let the grass horses roam around and fight the enemy, give me time."

The commander immediately gave the order, and the warriors behind quickly took off the armor from the dead iron cavalry, put it on their bodies and prepared to fight.

Soon, more than 2,000 people gathered behind him, but Zhu Ma knew that these warriors were just for show, but at this time, they were the only ones left.

In just a short while, more than 3,000 people of Cao Ma had been killed and stripped of their armor.

Without heavy armor, the Xiliang City warriors

could not defeat the enemy at all. After receiving the order from Zhu Ma to retreat, Cao Ma began to retreat with the remaining 2,000 people.

The enemy was obviously bloodthirsty and chased them madly.