Nightfall

The first volume of the early morning Empire Chapter 182

The sharp axe that roared through the air and fell, chopped deeply into the head of the war horse, cut off the arm of the prairie cavalry, accompanied by the sudden groaning, and countless war horses fell to the ground, and the prairie man on the war horse fell and fell.

Death and blood failed to defeat the prairie cavalry ’s will to fight, but instead let the elite cavalry directly under the left-wing king ’s court show a more powerful fighting intention. They waved the scimitar in their hands, roared, roared, and continued before the rain Rush.

Contrary to the almost crazy grassland cavalry, the barbarian warrior has remained silent from the beginning of the war to the present. Whether it is running high, avoiding the arrow rain, falling to the ground, or throwing the flying axe, his lips are always tightly closed. On the battlefield, which should be full of blood and amputated limbs, and should have been so fierce, this silence became even more terrifying.

It's just that if there are onlookers on the edge of the battlefield, in their eyes, the prairie cavalry who roared wildly and roared forward, already far overpowered these silent barbarian warriors.

The black tide formed by the prairie cavalry finally approached the barbaric warrior who rushed forward silently, and then gave birth to the first collision. It is incredible that the barbarian warriors, who appeared to be lacking momentum because of silence, were not dispelled by heavy cavalry. They stood like a rock in the Kuroshio, but they were not dispelled!

A young barbarian warrior squatted down, a long knife slashed from his waist, and the prairie cavalry who rushed to him suddenly fell in shock, and the battle horse murmured beneath him. All cut off.

A middle-aged barbarian warrior watched the prairie cavalry who rushed to the front with the thunder of wind and thunder. He stepped forward with his right foot, fell down, and hit him hard with his shoulder. Hitting a horse with a person ’s body is a self-seeking death no matter what it looks like. However, the shoulder of this strong man is like steel, and the angle of impact is so accurate, just avoiding the bend from the cavalry. Knife, hit the most vulnerable part of the shoulder blade of the front leg of the horse.

I only heard a dumb noise, whether it was a person or a horse. The warhorse screamed and turned over. The prairie cavalry immediately showed his riding skills perfectly at this moment. When he turned, he got out of the saddle. Avoiding the tragic ending under the heavy horse, but ... his feet just landed on the ground, the long sword of the savage warrior roared, and he cut off his head!

Wow!

The Kuroshio formed by the prairie cavalry came over, and the Wasteland Warrior was standing in the Kuroshio with a long sword, and was swallowed in an instant. However, after a while, countless blood sprays splashed in the Kuroshio, but these were mature or childish. The barren man surfaced again, with blood on his body, and greeted the second wave.

The tide flows over the reef, and then slowly recedes. The reef still stands silently on the shore of the sea, as if it is the same for hundreds of millions of years, it will never be washed away by the tide!

The barbarian warriors are not ignorant reefs. Facing the wilderness, waves of prairie cavalry rise higher than waves of waves. They did not choose to be silent forever and fight hard forever, but made with the fastest degree. The second reaction.

The feet tied with animal skin ran on the grassland that had been hardened by the cold, with grass roots and broken soil, and the barbarian soldiers walked through the black tide of the grassland cavalry like countless shadows.

They avoided the precise feather arrows, avoided the sharp scimitars, and avoided the impact of the war horses. They moved closer to each other in a tacit understanding, and divided the prairie cavalry in the middle of the Kuroshio into a group of five.

The picture at the time was wonderful. The Kuroshio tide of the prairie cavalry had flooded the entire battlefield, but they could not devour these stone-like barrens in the shortest possible time, and those barrens ignored the swords and arrows behind them In spite of the fact that there were several people in the prairie cavalry who were surrounded by their own five people, they waved their long swords and rushed up silently. The long knife was sharp and broken, the feet were flashing like wind, and the blood was splattered. From time to time, prairie cavalrymen fell from their saddles, and then were divided into miserable pieces of meat by several knife winds.

The prairie cavalry and the cavalry who have crossed the front line cannot provide effective rescue at all. They try their best to hold the frontier and release the bow. The number of barbarian soldiers who can shoot is also very limited.

With the horrible close defense power and unimaginable running degree, this should be one-sided on the vast grassland, and it should even be the slaughtered cavalry fighting the infantry, showing it in the direction of the incredible victory and defeat.

In fact, since the barren tribe moved south and started contacting and fighting with the tribe of the prairie Zuohan Khan, this kind of picture that completely violates the fighting philosophy of the prairie cavalry has been constantly being staged.

The most terrible thing in battle is not defeat, but when you realize the concepts you have learned in battle in the past, the most effective combat methods are suddenly all invalidated. This kind of mental attack will directly make people lose their confidence in combat. In the first few battles, the reason why the prairie cavalry would be defeated is extremely related to this mentally inexplicable panic. After every seemingly foolproof charge, the charge has no effect, but it has become a small person. The target of the massacre of the barren, no matter how tough the troops, or the harsh discipline of the battlefield, can not prevent the subsequent collapse.

Following the course of previous battles, the prairie cavalry should be mentally collapsed at this time, then withdrew from the battlefield in a panic, gather together to rest, restore their mental and physical strength, wait for the next charge, and then collapse and fail again ... but today ’s situation is obvious slightly different.

The cavalry surrounded by the barbarian soldiers on foot did not collapse. They had already prepared psychologically for the ending of the death, so before the death, they showed great fearless courage and waved the scimitar in their hands desperately. Although the final combat power is still unavoidably falling under the long sword of the barbarian warrior, the barbarian warrior often pays more than the previous few times to kill a prairie cavalry.

Around the blood-dense center battlefield, those prairie cavalry who were supposed to support the trapped robes, after hearing a low trumpet horn, walked away without hesitation, irrespective of those companions being under siege by the barbarian warriors The next fell to the ground, but split into two teams with the fastest degree, rubbing the center battlefield and driving away in the east and west directions.

The huge waves slamming the reef suddenly split into two sides on their own, and the remaining waves in the middle of the remains remained stuck to the black reef. And behind the fork where the two fronts of the prairie cavalry separated, a gorgeous carriage came slowly.

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The carriage was decorated with gold and silver. It was extremely gorgeous. On the disc in the middle of the carriage made of stainless steel, the lines were densely intertwined with each other. It even seemed more complicated than the hundreds of millions of stars on the sky at night.

On both sides of the metal disc, stood two expressionless prairie brawns, all wrapped in metal heavy armor, holding a heavy sharp scimitar in his hand. The Central Plains countries strictly control the output of salt and iron, and it is extremely difficult to see all-metal heavy armor on the grassland. The soldiers qualified to wear heavy armor must be the highest, most brave and powerful warriors in each court.

Today, the two most powerful warriors in the prairie Zuohan Khan's mission are not to fight, but to protect the metal disk on the carriage and the person sitting on the disk.

A thin old man sat on the metal disc. The old man was wearing a golden royal aristocratic costume, a ring made of agate between his left fingers, and a rune painted with wolf blood on his eyebrows, telling everyone his identity: He is one of the seven most respected wizards of Zuoying Wangting.

The old great wizard looked at the warriors still fighting on the grassland in the distance with his expressionless face, his dry lips swayed quickly, and his thin fingers banged on the metal disc, spitting out his lips like a war drum. The mantra seems to have a very magical power.

A cloud suddenly floated on the clear blue sky, which just covered the pale sun and cast a shadow on the fleshy grassland in the center of the battlefield.

At the previous moment, some older barbarian warriors had noticed that the prairie cavalry's performance was a bit strange today. When he noticed that the prairie cavalry behind him who was supposed to attack himself suddenly drove to the periphery, leaving nearly a thousand companions in this way. With a few deep shouts, the barbarian soldiers accelerated the process of harvesting each other ’s lives. The two hundred barren warriors close to the north were quickly rushing to the periphery with the two cavalry.

However, at the moment when the clouds covered the sunlight and the shadow covered the grassland, the barbarian warriors suddenly realized that they could no longer catch up with the prairie cavalry who had moved to the periphery and started to swim along the circle and re-bow and shoot arrows because they The most terrifying run of the enemy suddenly became a lot slower.

The running speed of the barbarian warriors slowed down because the grassland under their feet had suddenly become softer!

The raised grass roots gradually infiltrated into the mud bottom, and the broken weapons remaining on the grass surface began to sink into the mud bottom. Their feet were also sinking down. Their feet were heavily stepped into the grassland while running. It took a lot of effort to pull out Come out, the grassland in the center of the battlefield seems to become a swamp!

The warriors who have been silent and determined for a while, finally have a bent expression at this moment. They firmly believe that they can win all the wars, but today they entered the pre-arranged battle of the prairie cavalry, and they don't know what will happen next. The grassland where they are located, although only the surface layer has turned into a soft mud, it is not like quicksand that can be swallowed with people and horses, but it is difficult for them to stand on the soft ground with their feet standing. Even if your legs are deep in the ground, you can't swing your horrible running degree.

For thousands of years, chasing the snow wolf and snow deer on the endless hot sea, turning the feet of the barren into a never-tiring, fast and extremely enduring wolf foot, they are their most powerful weapons. However, today their weapons suddenly lost their usefulness ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ They couldn't catch up with the prairie cavalry who walked around. What's more terrible is that they can no longer avoid the feather arrows as before, or even can't do it. To at least not let the enemy's arrows hit their own key!

Whizzing!

The Wang Ting cavalry roaming to the periphery of the grassland reorganized the team with the fastest degree, divided into two groups with more than a thousand rides, and ran high in the opposite direction, while shooting bows and arrows, toward the barren warriors surrounded by them in the middle Shoot!

With a pop, a sharp feather arrow hit the chest of a young barbarian. He frowned in pain and pulled out the arrow on his chest, but he had no time to raise his long knife again, followed by the second arrow, the third arrow, and more arrows hit his again. Body ... Finally, the teenager stared at the eyes, slowly kneeled to the ground with unwilling and painful difficulties, his knees sunk into the soft ground, and then fell forward.

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(The ecstasy that tunes the biological clock is dying, I stopped the electricity four times in the afternoon, and I stopped dying for immortality. In addition, double on the 29th, this, this, we will say ha later.)! ~!