Intensive explosions rang out.
The spring breeze brought a strong smell of blood, and He Sandao suddenly became excited.
He felt his blood boiling and every muscle twitching.
His hand gripped the hilt of the knife at his waist, loosening it and then tightening it again, then slowly loosening it again.
His eyes were fixed on the opposite side, where there was a dark mass of enemies that stretched as far as the eye could see.
The swords and guns emitted a cold and shining light in the sun, and they rushed forward fearlessly - from the floating bridge, from the river, they stepped onto the snowy field and stepped on the ground and mines.
They marched forward over the corpses of their comrades, and they fell under the hail of bullets from their own side.
But there were too many of them, and they finally got closer, so close that He Sandao could clearly see their ferocious faces.
"Third Brigade... Kill...!"
He Sandao gathered his energy and roared wildly. He fired two shots, killing the two nearest enemies. He pulled out grenades and bullets, pulled the fuses, and threw them into the enemy's rear. He drew out his two swords, stretched out his body, and pounced on the oncoming enemy like a gust of wind.
As he raised his hand and swung his knife, blood stained his knife and his face red.
As another round of violent explosions sounded, holes appeared in the dark crowd. If viewed from the sky, it looked like a huge black cloth with many holes in the middle.
The hole seemed very small compared to the black cloth. The enemy behind only stopped for a few breaths and then rushed over again, quickly filling the hole.
The entire Divine Sword First Army drew their swords and rushed towards the oncoming huge wave.
The battle soon turned into hand-to-hand combat. Faced with the brutality of the barbarians, the Divine Sword First Army was not afraid.
They automatically formed a millstone formation the moment they charged into the enemy.
They were divided into groups of eight, with their machetes flying around, and they started spinning around like this, cooperating closely with each other and reaping the lives of the enemy soldiers.
When someone fell, someone was quickly replaced. When there were only four people left in the millstone formation, they automatically retreated, then each looked for a target and joined other incomplete formations.
However, Chen Po, who was standing on a high place and watching the battlefield, frowned - half an hour had passed, and the team had not moved forward, but was instead pushed back several feet by the enemy!
He took a deep breath. This was the most severe test that the Divine Sword First Army had faced since its establishment.
The barbarians seemed to realize that this place was easier to break through than the Second Divine Sword Army. More than half of the more than 200,000 barbarians who crossed the river ran to the position of the First Army.
This made Chen Po very depressed. Could it be that my First Army has become a soft persimmon?
"Order, all soldiers, move closer to the Third Brigade. Use the Third Brigade as arrows and pierce the enemy!"
As he gave the order and the messenger passed the order to the six brigade commanders, He Sandao burst into laughter.
"Brothers, our Third Brigade is the spearhead, follow me!"
He Sandao's sword is extremely powerful and is most suitable for such a large army charge.
He held two swords in his hands, dancing with great vigor, and no one could match him wherever he went!
The barbarians prided themselves on being ferocious, but at this moment, they suddenly began to doubt themselves. In front of the bloody man, they seemed like docile little lambs.
He Sandao is no longer the same person he used to be. The domineering true energy in his body continuously flows into his arms, making him tireless and making him extremely brave as if he had taken drugs.
But this is an unprecedented war, and the outcome cannot be decided by one person alone.
After receiving the order, the other brother brigades all rushed towards the Third Brigade. An hour later, the six brigades of the First Army gathered together.
The battle formation was deployed in a V-shape, with the Third Brigade being the head. They were now deeply trapped in the vast ocean of enemy troops.
"Keep an eye on He Sandao for me. That bastard is too crazy. Don't let him die!" Guan Xiaoxi spat out a mouthful of blood foam, gave instructions to the regiment commander next to him, and rushed forward with a knife in hand.
Fu Xiaoguan was also paying attention to the battlefield at this moment. He watched for a long time and said to Bei Wangchuan, "Try to shoot an arrow at Tuoba Yu on the other side of the river."
The two armies were a thousand meters apart. Bei Wangchuan took out his bow and arrow, aiming at Tuoba Yu who was standing on the chariot and commanding the battle.
Tuoba Yu was a little panicked. After two hours of fighting, the battle finally entered the hand-to-hand combat stage. He originally thought that with the powerful fighting power of the barbarians, the opponent could be defeated in four hours at most.
But now it was obviously beyond his expectations.
The army that broke in from the left had advanced several feet, but was now blocked by the enemy again.
However, the battle on the right side showed no improvement. Facing the 60,000 troops of the First Army, the enemy not only did not retreat a single step, but also advanced three meters.
If we can't stop them, we can only retreat to the river, and if we retreat further... there will be no way to retreat!
"Engage the right wing in battle! Don't run to the left! Block the right flank for this general!"
With his order, 100,000 right-wing troops were deployed to the battlefield.
Up to this point, the fifty major families under his command had invested a total of four hundred thousand men, while the other side... had only ninety thousand men!
But Tuoba Yu did not feel relieved.
That's the Excalibur Army!
Therefore, he immediately issued a second order: "The left wing engages in battle and destroys the Excalibur First Army as quickly as possible!"
One hundred thousand troops on the left rushed out, and the entire five hundred thousand army was thrown into the battlefield.
Five hundred thousand versus ninety thousand, if we still can't win...
At this moment, he suddenly felt a chill. Relying on the instincts acquired from decades of battlefield experience, his body suddenly staggered. An arrow whizzed towards him, and as luck would have it, behind him was his grandson Tuoba Qing.
This arrow hit Tuoba Qing right between his eyebrows!
Tuoba Qing was shot away by the force of the arrow, and fell to the ground on the snow more than ten feet away with a plop, his eyes wide open, and he was already dead.
Tuoba Yu was horrified. He rushed over and picked up Tuoba Qing's body. "Grandson, grandson..."
"Ah..." Tuoba Yu roared to the sky, "Little Official Fu... I will make you buried with my grandson!"
"Kill them all, and I'll cross the river too!"
He stood up angrily, placed Tuoba Qing's body in the chariot, took off his sword, and rushed towards the opposite side of Xiaohe with the remaining 3,000 guards.
"He missed, but he shot down another one. That old man is crazy. I'm afraid he shot down an important person."
Fu Xiaoguan put down the telescope and grinned.
"Just take care of him. If you shoot him, the battle will be much easier."
Bei Wangchuan nodded, squinting his eyes to look for Tuoba Yu among the enemy troops.
However, Fu Xiaoguan called Ning Siyan over and pointed at He Sandao, who was deep in the enemy camp in the First Army, and said, "Go help him, don't let him die."
Xu Yunqing and the other two girls stood beside Fu Xiaoguan. They silently looked at the battlefield where blood and flesh were flying everywhere, and realized that life was so fragile and insignificant.
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