In the sun, the scimitar in the Black Wolf Rider flashed with cold light, and the iron armor on his body shone with faint light, like a ghost soldier fighting from the underworld. One thousand, five hundred steps, the war horse can reach it in dozens of breaths.

When Miao Tieshan saw the Moren sent out the Black Wolf Cavalry, he felt a trembling heart. The Black Wolf Cavalry was an elite Morenf Cavalry, and the light cavalry under his command was probably not as good as the light cavalry head-on. It took time to move the heavy cavalry and it was difficult to meet the enemy for a while. He was a little annoyed and angry, and he left the camp without being prepared. Now he was a little passive. Longbows and crossbows are powerful tools to deal with the Morenf Cavalry. The black wolf cavalry was wearing iron armor. The bows and arrows were not very harmful to them. If the Morenf Cavalry entered the range of 100 steps, it would be difficult to fight again. The Black Wolf Cavalry rushed to the formation and destroyed the sharpness of our army.

Miao Tieshan made a quick decision and ordered: "Gu Yuankai, Lei Hongjun, you each led three thousand light cavalry to attack Moqi from the left and right wings, dragging most of the Moqi's troops and horses, and not allowing them to rush forward; prepare for the longbow and strong crossbow, and shoot the Moqi's rush forward; let the three thousand heavy cavalry wear armor to prepare; the shield and spear are pressed against the foot of the Moqi's rush forward to block the Moqi's rush forward."

As the flag shaking, the two teams of Zheng cavalry rushed out from left and right, facing the Black Wolf Cavalry. The sound of hooves rolled like thunder, trembling as the ground hit the ground. The green grass that had just emerged was trampled into mud, and the sharp tip of the spear shone brightly reflected the sunlight.

In a blink of an eye, the long arrows burst into the air, the sound of the spear and the scimitar colliding was crisp, the sparks were not gone, and blood flowers bloomed, and the war horses collided with each other, making a dull sound that covered the "puff" sound when the blade entered the flesh, the screams of the casualties, the long neighs of the war horses mixed together, and a song of death was played on the grassland.

Miao Tieshan stared at the battlefield with good eyes. The two armies integrated fifty steps to shoot sharp arrows at each other. In the past, Zheng's army had excellent bows and arrows. Although the Demon Man's shooting skills were exquisite, the leather armor on his body could not block sharp arrows. He would always suffer losses when shooting. However, the Black Wolf Army was wearing Western Regions iron armor, which was more sturdy than the armor on Zheng's body. In addition, the arrows were also replaced by stone arrows and bone arrows to iron arrows. Zheng's army suffered a great loss immediately.

Fifty steps and three rounds of rapid shooting, more than a hundred Zheng soldiers fell off their horses by arrows. Miao Tieshan was frightened and hurt. The spear and the scimitar touched the same place, and the spear was easily pushed away by the scimitar. The scimitar in the Black Wolf Rider was far more skillful than the spear and machete in the hand of Zheng Jun. Using the horse's stance, the blood splattered and screamed constantly.

Miao Tieshan's brow frowned. He knew that the Black Wolf Cavalry was the elite of the Mo Cavalry, so he fought with 6,000 soldiers. The two light cavalry led by Gu Yuankai and Lei Hongjun were the elite of the Zheng Cavalry. However, he suffered serious casualties as soon as he came into contact. It seems that the difference between the Zheng Cavalry and the Mo Cavalry is still quite large.

"Beat the drum to help!" The drum sounded "rumble", and Kunbo also ordered: "Blow the trumpet, encourage Moji."

The sound of drums and horns rang out, and the two sides fought more fiercely. Gu Yuankai stabbed the sky with a spear, and the Mo cavalry who fought with him shrank to the side of the horse. The depression of the spear stabbed in the air made him crazy. Gu Yuankai roared wildly, and the spear in his hand swept out as a stick, and thrust heavily on the buttocks of the Mo cavalry. The war horse was in pain and jumped around, shaking the Mo cavalry hidden on the side of the horse off, and was stabbed to death by the spear behind Gu Yuankai.

Before Gu Yuankai could laugh, a cold arrow shot straight into his face. Gu Yuankai tilted his head, and the arrow flew past his ears. There was a muffled groan from behind. Someone was caught in the arrow. Gu Yuankai's eyes were red and he roared like a madman. The steel spear in his hand flew away. I don't know how many times he hit.

The scimitar, the armor on his body whirred sourly, and his body was in a scorching pain. Zheng Jun followed behind him and tore the right wing of Mo Qi.

Moji did not care about the Zheng army on both sides, and his eyes were fixed on the big red flag, and his cavalry ran wildly in that direction. Occasionally, Zheng army was blocking, and Moji cut it with a knife or rode his horse around from the side. He did not expect to kill the Zheng army's chief general, but if he could attack the Zheng army's formation and force the flag to move, it would be a great achievement, and Zheng's morale would definitely be greatly affected.

Miao Tieshan looked at the Moqi who was rushing two hundred steps away and calmly ordered: "Shield spear, ready to intercept. Archer, shoot in one hundred and twenty steps."

Ning Xiaohu shouted at his command at the top of his lungs: "Don't panic, the shield is upright, and the spear is placed on the shield."

Ding Lu's legs were trembling, and the speed of Moqi's war horse opposite suddenly increased, just like thunder falling in his heart, and his whole heart was filled with panic.

He was slapped heavily on the shoulder. Ding Lu saw Captain Ning's face tense, "He was as steady as he did during training. Don't be afraid. Follow me to shoot. You can follow me wherever I stab you."

Ning Xiaohu stood next to Ding Lu, and the spear was placed on the shield in front of him. He felt the breath of Ning's head. Ding Lu became much more stable. He followed the spear and steadily stepped forward and backward. As he had learned in daily life, his rapid breathing gradually calmed down, staring at Mo Qi who was getting closer and closer.

After three quick arrows shot, Moji danced and slashed the arrows. Occasionally, one or two scattered arrows fell on the chain mail that was bounced away. The horse hooves behind him were still sounded, and the attack of the Zheng people was not very effective. Moji's confidence increased greatly. It was not under the Huangsha Pass that was fourteen years ago. Ashibu was only wearing leather armor, and most of the arrows in his hand were bone-made. Now he led the Black Wolf Cavalry, and his well-equipped equipment was not weaker than that of the Zheng army. Today, he washed away the shame of the past.

The war horses were as fast as before, only sixty steps away from the Zheng people's shield wall. Moji sneered at the corner of his mouth. The war horses weighed more than a thousand pounds. Racing to the shield wall would knock the Zheng soldiers holding shields away. How could those seemingly dense spears block the wolf cavalry's attack? With an unstoppable momentum, the desert cavalry was about to smash the Zheng army.

Suddenly, a team of light cavalry pierced from the left formation of Zheng army, rushing across the Black Wolf Army. The crossbow arrows were like locusts, shooting towards the side of the horse. The "swish" sound of breaking through the air was loud, and the black Wolf cavalry used a scimitar to piping the crossbow arrows. The crossbow arrows were both urgent and dense. Dozens of war horses on the outside were caught in the arrows, either falling to the ground or neighing. The left side of the Dee Cavalry was in chaos, and the momentum of the impact slowed down.

A Zheng general rushed over, and both Moji and Liao Jianhui recognized each other twenty steps apart. Moji was injured under Liao Jianhui's arrow back then.

The failure of Zheng was because of this general Zheng. Moji's eyes were full of evil. When he lifted the reins, the horse's front hooves were raised high, and his horse's neighed in anger. The horse turned in a direction. Moji urged the horse to rush towards Liao Jianhui and killed the enemy. He was so anxious to lead his troops to escape that year that he was injured under the arrow of Zheng. Today he would use his head on his neck to pay tribute to his uncle's spirit in heaven.

The steel spear and the scimitar knocked out a string of Mars. Liao Jianhui was secretly frightened. The steel spear in his hand trembled and the tiger's mouth felt numb. The barbarian's strength was three points higher than that before. Two horses crossed the line, and Moji slashed the knife and slashed at Liao Jianhui's waist. Liao Jianhui had just raised the steel spear and weighed it out, and the sword was standing.

Change, sweep into piercing, piercing Liao Jianhui's ribs. Liao Jianhui was shocked and had to replace the wound with his injury, give up resisting, and directly stabbed Moji's throat with the tip of his spear. Moji sneered, and opened the tip of his spear, and the two horses crossed.

At this time, more than a thousand mist cavalry hit the shield wall heavily. Some directly hit the horse's stance, while others pulled the horse's hooves and stepped on the shield wall. For a moment, the shield was messy, and Zheng Jun, who held the shield, fell backwards.

"Spike", countless roars sounded, and a spear pierced at Moqi, laying a sharp thorn behind the shield wall. When Ding Qiang heard the deafening roar of Captain Ning, he felt his blood surge, "Spike", and a roar came out. The spear pierced at the rushing Moqi, following Captain Ning.

The spear penetrated heavily into the horse's neck. Ding Qiang felt shocked. The spear in his hand was led away by a galloping horse. His body couldn't help but fall back to the ground. The black horse's hooves were trampled towards him, thinking that it was over. His body was pulled back and slid back. The horse's hooves stepped into the empty space. The voice of Ning Zhengwei's ears sounded: "Get up quickly, keep some gods, and pick up a gun."

Dozens of mist cavalry rushed into the Zheng army formation and raised their swords to chop them. Like an arrow shot into the flesh, Miao Tieshan was extremely uncomfortable. Nearly 10,000 light cavalry could not stop the three thousand black wolf troops from rushing to the formation and shouted sternly: "Let the formation." Wang Keming summoned the generals to study how to use infantry to deal with the light cavalry. One of the methods was to group six people, with shields blocking the light cavalry from left to right, two long spears stabbed the horse's body, and the other two used long-handled axes to chop the horse's feet.

The drum sounded rhythmically, and Ning Xiaohu shouted loudly: "Change the formation and resist the enemy, six people in groups, hurry up."

After training countless times on weekdays, the soldiers had already formed a habit. Countless small formations were set up in front of the Moqi. Those Moqi were like a quagmire, in a dilemma. The horse's hooves were cut off by accident, and the horse neighed and fell down. Several spears were immediately stabbed, but their lives were lost. The Moqi who had not yet rushed into the Zheng formation found that something was wrong, and they strangled the war horses and rushed to both sides like running water, fighting with the Zhengqi who were fighting.

After Moji was recruited into the Black Wolf Cavalry, the master of the Sadu Sect often came to teach the art. He was appreciated by Master Xianggu and taught him the technique of splattering the wind. The sword was as fast as the wind. The blade and the steel spear collided with each other and made a loud sound like beans. Liao Jianhui felt the steel spear in his hand constantly jumping and twisting to slip away from his palms.

Liao Jianhui thought it was not good, and he had to take off his weapons for a few more rounds. The two horses intertwined, and Liao Jianhui did not dare to turn around and rushed forward directly. Moji laughed proudly from behind him: "Boy, see where you are running away." The horse's hooves were anxious, and Moji chased after Liao Jianhui.

Gu Yuankai's eyes were empty, and he had already killed the encirclement. Looking back, he looked at the few hundred cavalry beside him, and the other subordinates were still entangled with the mochi. After gasping for a few breaths, Gu Yuankai immediately shouted loudly: "Brothers, let's kill back and rescue the other brothers."

Two hundred steps away, Kunbo looked at the battlefield coldly. Seeing Gu Yuankai covered in blood and returning with his men, he praised: "There are also a few good men among the Zheng people. Everyone has seen that our grassland men are far better than the Zheng people. The warriors, follow me to rush forward and drive these Zheng people out of the grassland."
Chapter completed!