The infantrymen on the opposite side were frightened by its power and were slow to attack for a moment, allowing more than ten people holding long swords to get close to them.

The heavy sword opens and closes widely, slashing horizontally and vertically.

The spearmen on the opposite side were unable to use their weapons and could only subconsciously retreat, which created even greater chaos.

Fortunately, the spears from the back row struck quickly.

The sharp spear head penetrated through the gap between the nail leaves and stabbed directly into the chest and abdomen, or stabbed it on the thigh, arm, or face, knocking it to the ground.

The two sides struggled for a while, and the infantry on the opposite side relied on the strength of their numbers to withstand the attack.

The remaining desperadoes retreated one after another, retreating from the wings to the rear.

But their efforts were not in vain. After some entanglement, the enemy's formation was slightly chaotic, not as strict as before, and it also hindered the cooperation of their various arms - the archers had retreated one after another to avoid their attacks.

Fierce offensive.

"Buzz--" Another dense barrage of arrows was fired from the Silver Spear Infantry Formation on the opposite side, falling like raindrops on the infantry phalanx to the north.

For a time, countless people screamed and fell to the ground. Everyone's face turned pale, and many people subconsciously slowed down, seeming to be afraid.

The formations of both sides are still close, and it can even be said that they are too close.

The infantry formation in the south put away their bows and everyone shouted "kill" and quickened their pace.

The infantry formation in the north is already a little skewed, disjointed from front to back, and has inconsistent steps.

Their cavalry were forced to mount their horses and began to accelerate, heading straight towards the southern formation.

The cavalry from the south also moved out.

There were not many of them, probably more than 3,000 people, but they were all brave and fighting for the lead. They almost regarded this battle as the last one, rushing forward desperately and intercepting them frantically.

The four large formations of the Silver Spear Infantry were still moving forward, seemingly faster.

On their left and right wings, smoke and dust rose.

With the help of the troops, some iron-armored warriors mounted their horses and charged forward. After rushing for more than 200 steps, they dismounted one after another. Most of them held crossbows and launched an attack from the flank of the enemy cavalry.

Among the enemy cavalry, a strong man with a tall nose and deep eyes pointed his flag, separated a part of the cavalry, and rushed towards them.

The iron-armored warrior was instantly dispersed.

But they did not flee. Instead, three or five people stood back to back, holding long spears, bows, swords and shields, and fought with the enemy's cavalry.

The silver spear infantry in the center has made contact with the enemy.

Even though it was high in the sky, the golden eagle seemed to hear the screams that humans exhaled with all their strength when they killed each other.

The spears stabbed in, and the spears stabbed away.

Even though there were shields and armors trying to cover them, at this moment, countless people on both sides still fell down and died.

After intensive spear poking continued for a while, the front gradually moved north.

The side fighting against the city seemed to be unable to hold on any longer. The formation was dented by the prodding, and the number of people standing fell down one by one, and the number dropped sharply.

The other side became even more frantic, and the sound of killing could be heard in the air.

That is a cry of confidence.

That was brutal killing.

It was a ruthless mockery of the enemy.

The silver spear infantry was unstoppable, advancing step by step, squeezing the enemy into a ball.

Their spears were steady and powerful. With a quick shake, they knocked the opposite spear to the ground.

Their spears are fast and accurate. Even if they are wearing armor, they are full of flaws in their eyes. There are too many places that can be stabbed on the insteps, thighs, armpits, throat, and face.

They seemed to have no need to think, and no orders from officers. Their coordination was perfect, their advancement was natural, and their killing was a matter of course.

Although the party fighting against the city struggled to muster up the remaining courage, in the brutal face-to-face life-and-death fight, their courage was exhausted and their blood was drained drop by drop.

Not long after, their formation was like adobe dropped to the ground, completely shattered.

The enemy's burly commander seemed anxious.

He led a group of cavalry to break out of the encirclement, bypassed the flanks of the silver spear infantry, and launched a resolute charge.

The Silver Spear infantry separated some people and hurriedly changed their formations, but they didn't have enough time and were suddenly rushed by the opponent.

However, just like the previous wave of cavalry charges, the silver spear infantry were in chaos and did not collapse. After being penetrated by the enemy cavalry from the flank for more than ten steps into the formation, they fought back.

Spears came from all directions, knocking the cavalry off their horses one by one as they lost speed.

The Hu commander on the opposite side fought hard for a long time and was shot in the body. Under the desperate protection of his own soldiers, he managed to break out of the siege.

At this time, a ball of crossbow arrows flew towards me.

The barbarian commander's horse was shot and he fell to the ground in pain. The man stumbled up, and several of his followers ran over and gave the horse to him. Then they rushed forward and were drowned in the pursuing soldiers.

Youfu Bingqu got lucky and slashed at a general who was crawling on the ground with his broadsword. After several blows, he cut off his head, held it in his hand, and laughed happily.

The silver spear infantry on the front was still charging forward, driving the enemy infantry that had been dispersed to the moat.

"Wow!" Like wontons, the moat was almost filled with defeated troops.

The sound of crying came from the river, just like the cries of ghosts coming from the Nine Nether Hell, which was quite scary.

In an instant, the moat was almost filled with the living and the dead. The soldiers who followed stepped on their bodies, threw away everything they could, and rushed towards the various city gates.

The silver spear infantry pursued bravely, chasing across the moat, over the sheep and horse wall, and to the city gate.

A large number of arrows, fallen rocks, and gold liquid fell from the top of the city. They were attacking each other without distinction between friend and foe.

Dead bodies piled up like a mountain at the gate of the city. Fire oil and torches fell from the top of the city. Suddenly, the fire was blazing, and the smell of burning filled the entire battlefield. No matter how much the wind blew, it could not be blown away.

Dense arrows shot out from the city gate, and the soldiers who rushed back fell in pieces, dead and wounded, almost filling the entire barbican city.

"Boom!" In the desperate eyes of the defeated soldiers, the city gate was slowly closed.

The defeated soldiers huddled at the city gate in despair.

The infantrymen with silver spears chased him and stabbed him with their spears.

They fell in pieces, with almost no resistance. Perhaps, the tragic defeat just now had drained all their energy and spirit, and they were now numb, and they didn't care about the sharp blades imposed on their bodies.

Another large number of arrows were shot from the top of the city, mixed with powerful crossbow bolts.

A large area of ​​the silver spear infantry was mopped up. After suffering a loss, they finally calmed down and quickly retreated to form a formation in the distance.

The cavalry on both sides have broken away from contact.

The battle of the main infantry force has ended and the victory has been decided. If they continue to fight, they will not be able to change the situation of the battle.

There is no point in fighting anymore.

A massive battle, with a total of 70,000 to 80,000 infantry and cavalry deployed by both sides, slowly came to an end after a series of fights.

The wind swept across the earth.

On the battlefield that had fallen silent, corpses lay everywhere.

The ownerless horses walked around in confusion.

After seeing the owner lying on the ground, he kept licking it, but the owner would never wake up again.

The moans of the wounded soldiers could be heard everywhere, feeble and full of pain.

Every time someone passes by, they look at him with pleading eyes, asking him to give him a good time.

The city gate was filled with flames.

In the thick smoke, "beep" popping sounds were heard from time to time, which was the sound made after the belly of the corpse was burned and exploded.

The golden eagle chirped loudly, flapped its wings and flew high, flying over the battlefield and over the city. After circling in the air, it landed on the big tree next to the jade well.

Mrs. Liu hurriedly walked out and stretched out her right hand.

The golden eagle flapped its wings and landed on the leather sheath on Liu's arm.

"Wan Sheng!" Deafening shouts rang outside the city.

Ms. Liu was stunned.

"Chen Gong is victorious!"

"Chen Gong is victorious and victorious!"

"Crash-" A tile on the roof came loose, fell to the ground, and fell to pieces.

The shouts of victory were clearly audible.

The overall situation has been decided.

Liu's face was pale and at a loss.
Chapter completed!