"Swoosh swish swish"

Several arrow feathers flew towards Zhang Junbao quickly. Zhang Junbao was shocked. Bows and arrows were favorable weapons for infantry to deal with cavalry and also powerful weapons on the battlefield. At such a close distance, even if there is armor to defend themselves, it would be useless at all. The impact of the war horses increased the lethality of the arrow feathers.

Without thinking too much, Zhang Junbao immediately waved his long sword to separate the two arrow feathers flying towards the war horse. If the war horse was shot, not to mention the arrow feathers in front, but the war horses chasing behind could trample themselves into meat paste. Zhang Junbao's long sword was also larger than ordinary ones. Although it was bronze, it was like a big knife.

With another whoosh, an arrow feather went straight to his throat. Because Wen Jianyu, who had just shot at the war horse, was too late to put the knife to block it. He quickly turned sideways, and the arrow feather shot through his shoulders, but the personal soldiers behind him were not so lucky. The arrow flew out and nailed to a personal soldier behind him. The crossbow arrow immediately penetrated the thin light armor and shot the personal soldier's throat. The personal soldiers howled and fell off the horse.

At such a close distance, people gathered together again. Mochen didn't need to aim at it at all, but shot in the direction in front, shooting arrows in a covered manner. These Yan soldiers had no place to hide if they wanted to.

After the arrow was feathered, countless cavalrymen screamed and fell. Even though some of them were not shot into the vital points, they fell off their horses and were directly trampled to death by the war horses that followed.

The Yan Military Office suddenly felt a burst of people and horses overturned, screaming in pain.

After looking around, Zhang Junbao suddenly became angry. He saw that there were only a few people riding on horses around him. The rest were shot and killed because they were too close and had a large density of arrow feathers. At least hundreds of cavalry were killed. The cavalry camp suddenly felt a lot of grievances. Some of them were not shot by arrow feathers and avoided the trampling of war horses, but they were hit by the Yan cavalry who later caught up.

Because of the extremely fast speed and countless horses galloping behind them, they did not dare to hold on to the horses, and could only watch the horses knocked their surviving companions away.

"Damn it, kill~"

Zhang Junbao's eyes were red, facing the intact chariot array opposite, and he had only a few riders, but he still did not retreat. Instead, he slapped the horse's buttocks with the back of the knife and rushed towards the chariot array.

"First team, forty-five degrees, shot~"

"The second team, prepare to shoot arrows~"

Mochen ignored Zhang Junbao who was rushing towards him quickly, and still stood in the wooden car, directing the archer's shooting.

After this round of arrow feathers, Zhang Junbao and his personal soldiers were covered with arrow feathers, like hedgehogs, densely packed. Zhang Junbao once again separated the arrow feathers shot at him, but this time his war horse was not so lucky and fell to the ground with several arrows.

Mo Chen thought that this brave Yan army would follow the footsteps of the war horse like a war horse, but he didn't expect that Zhang Junbao had just fallen to the ground and a carp rolled around, and actually grabbed the body of a soldier who was killed by arrows from the ground as a shield, blocking him directly, and rushed straight towards him. This surprised Mo Chen a little. As the saying goes, the dead are the most important, but the Yan army didn't care at all, and directly used the bodies of the dead companions as shields. He really did everything. In a moment, Zhang Junbao had already gotten within dozens of steps from the chariot formation.

Mochen found that the brave Yan army was actually coming for him. After a little surprised, he felt relieved. As the saying goes, capture the king first,

It would be strange if you stood in the wooden carriage and directed the soldiers to shoot arrows. If you didn't come to me, it would be strange.

"Very good, you can shoot arrows as I arrange now, and I will meet this Yan army." Mochen drew out a long sword, which was more than one meter long. It was rebuilt by the blacksmith. And according to Mochen's requirements, this long sword was not different from the usual long sword. Mochen's sword's body was thicker and larger. This was because Mochen decided to follow the usual long sword made by the blacksmith before. The long sword was too lighter and not easy to use.

The blacksmith knew that it was Mochen who used it himself, and he was very careful. Not only did he use all the fine iron, but he even took a lot of effort to build it. If Mochen had not traveled through time, the group of experts in the ancient tombs would have been very surprised to see this weapon, because this weapon was exactly the same as the one they put in the coffin of the general in the ancient tomb. If it was different there, it was that the one in Mochen's hand looked sharper, but it lacked the strong evil spirit.

"Why use a knives to kill chickens? Brother, you don't need to take action. Hu Zi can beat this guy so much that he doesn't know him." Fat Tiger held up a giant axe. Because his bear-like figure is not suitable for shooting arrows, it is not that he is not sensitive enough, but that the bows and arrows are not that big, and he directly broke the bow strings of ordinary bows and arrows. So Fat Tiger and Erniu became melee teams.

Mochen shook his head and said, "No need, I haven't taken action for a long time, my hands and feet are not flexible anymore. If I don't move my muscles and bones, I may have forgotten how to fight. You guard the formation, and the bows and arrows will not be blocked for too long. When the Yan army breaks the camp, you will think about what to do with you!"

Zhang Junbao was like a human-shaped tank, with a firm goal, regardless of others, at this moment, there was only the boy who was calm and unhurried in his eyes, deafening at the deafening fighting sounds in front of him, and stood in the wooden car and looked at him coldly.

"Kill him, kill him." Zhang Junbao had only one voice in his heart. When he saw this young man at first sight, his cold eyes were not moved at all when he saw the scene of the man on the opposite side, he was not panicked, nor was he happy to kill the enemy. Just like the battlefield ahead, the dead people were all ants. Zhang Junbao knew that this young man could not stay, otherwise it would be a nightmare for the Yan Kingdom when this young man grew up. What he had to do now was to kill the other party.

"Go to die~" Zhang Junbao quickly rushed to the car formation and howled wildly. The long sword in his hand was raised high and slashed at Mochen. Mochen flashed, and the long sword hit the car hard. With a loud noise, the broken wood flew, and a wooden car that was not very big was broken by him.

The soldier Mochen's skillful arrow was thrust with blood on his face by the broken wood flying out, but no one hummed.

As soon as he saw this, the archer immediately took a few steps back. Fat Tiger and other soldiers holding short weapons immediately took a few steps forward and replaced the original archer's position. They stared at Zhang Junbao coldly to prevent Zhang Junbao from suddenly breaking into the chariot formation. The soldiers holding the archers would only be massacred.

Mochen avoided Zhang Junbao's attack and immediately swept his sword straight to Zhang Junbao's throat. The sharp blade flashed, but just as Mochen's knife was about to cut off Zhang Junbao's head, Zhang Junbao's hand holding the weapon suddenly pulled up.

"clang"

A sound of weapons colliding sounded, Mochen chopped his head and was blocked by Zhang Junbao's knife.

Zhang Junbao used a knife to push Mochen's sword, swept it straight to Mochen's calves, and slashed it straight to Mochen's calves.

Mochen turned over a bucket and flipped out of the wooden car

After going on, he dodged a knife and directly turned out the car formation. However, during the squatting, Mochen kicked Zhang Junbao in the back of the head.

Zhang Junbao's helmet was kicked away directly, and Zhang Junbao was kicked and almost lay on the wooden car where Mochen was standing. However, after practicing martial arts for many years, he quickly stabilized his body and rushed straight to Mochen. The two of them were fighting each other, constantly fighting each other.

The archer aimed at it several times, and finally shot the arrow feathers into the air at the fast-moving cavalry.

The monkey also locked on Zhang Junbao, but the positions of the two people kept changing, which made him, a archer who was praised by Mo Chen as a magical archer. The two people changed too quickly. The moment before, they were aiming at Yan Jun, but just when he was about to shoot the arrow, his elder brother was blocking him.

I don’t know how many moves I fight, and I don’t know how many times the two weapons collided together. Mochen secretly thought, at this time, two words "strong man" flashed through his mind. Compared with the weak bodies of people in the previous life, people in this era were too strong, but a person’s power was so great that a person could kill the bull with such a punch. The Yan army was obviously stronger than any of Fat Hu and others. Of course, this may be because Fat Hu didn’t fight hard with him, but his body was still too young, his physical development was not good, he didn’t exercise enough, and the time was too short, which obviously caused him to suffer a lot of losses.

After the two of them fought for so long, Mochen felt a little at a disadvantage. The Yan army was completely full of brute force! Although he used a lot of tricks to eliminate a lot of impact, he could still feel numb.

"Go to die~"

Zhang Junbao opened his bloody mouth, and his blood-red eyes were like a crazy beast. He waved the knife from bottom to top with all his strength, trying to slash Mochen in half.

Mochen stood up and blocked the sword. With a "clang", Mochen only felt a small car flying into the long sword in his hand. The tiger's mouth suddenly felt numb, and the long sword in his hand was actually chopped out and fell to the ground.

Mochen sighed inwardly, his health was still too bad. If he had been in the army for six years and was twenty-five, how could he have been like this?

"Die~"

After Zhang Junbao slashed Mochen's long sword from bottom to top, the blade turned and slashed from top to bottom again. Mochen's long sword had been slashed away at this time, without any weapons blocking it.

"Brother~"

"Brother~"

A few quick shouts came from the chariot formation. Fat Tiger, Erniu, and Gouzi, the short weapons in their hands, were ready to fight in close combat at any time, and quickly turned out the chariot formation and rushed towards the Yan army that held a long sword and slashed down.
Chapter completed!