Huangtian Iron Cavalry, as the name suggests, is the cavalry among the Yellow Turban Army. The word Iron Cavalry is actually not so real. This is just like you and a person who usually competes with you, eating milk ice cream in summer. He eats pure milk ice cream, and your milk ice cream has a layer of crispy chocolate crust, which is invisibly higher than the other party.

Perhaps this is inferior chocolate and doesn't taste very good, but others don't know it, so they naturally think that yours is more classy. This metaphor is somewhat inappropriate. One is war and the other is eating. But the original meaning is one word. To win with momentum, at least it must look better than the other party on the surface and suppress the enemy.

There are Bingzhou Iron Cavalry, Youzhou Iron Cavalry, and Liangzhou Iron Cavalry. These are the three major Iron Cavalry in the Han Dynasty and are also the production area of ​​elite cavalry. The northern land has been a place for good horses since ancient times. Because it has been fighting with nomadic peoples in the north for many years, the truly elite Iron Cavalry are all in the northern states.

Jizhou is also in the north, but although the Yellow Turban Army has funds, it does not have time. Not only the training of cavalry, but also various equipment and horses cannot be solved with money, but it also takes time. The Yellow Turban Army lacks time, and this cavalry lacks time.

Three thousand Huangtian iron cavalry rushed out, and the horse's hooves stepped on the ground, and the rumbling sound echoed on the field. They were not wearing iron armor, and the horse harness was not very good. The only thing that could be said to have something to do with iron was probably the iron-like heart.

After a long period of training, these cavalry are well-trained, and at least they can freely control the war horses under their seats to charge. In addition, each of these three thousand cavalry will use some small spells, which is the reason why Huang Tian came from before, which is the power given by Huang Tian.

What is the sharp gold technique that increases sharpness to weapons, the thick earth speed that increases defense to the body, and the storm technique that increases speed to the horse. Although on the battlefield, the final effect of these spells is only a little bit, even if it is just a little bit, it can determine the final result if it is all accumulated.

Just like many believers, they believe in any god or religion, which is the saying, anyway, they don’t have money, anyway. Now the spells used by the cavalry of Huangtian Iron Cavalry have covered their bodies, weapons in their hands, and the war horses under their seats with a layer of fluorescent luster. Anyway, they don’t have money, so what if they really decide their own life and death, the outcome of a battle?

"The reinforcements have not arrived yet?" The general who led the army murmured, his hands holding the gun were extremely tight, and his palms were covered with wet and hot sweat.

This time, Shuai Lu asked him to lead troops to protect the engineers, but he did not send cavalry to him, otherwise he would not have to be so nervous now. Because if he was negligent and let the cavalry rush forward, it would have caused unimaginable results!

"Himmer." Li Qianjun burped and scratched his head, as if he felt someone's missing.

Behind him, he was carrying five spears, and now he was holding a clean j bone in one hand. The r on it had been gnawed to nothing. Li Qianjun usually consumed a lot of physical energy, so he would eat every two hours to replenish the energy consumed by his body. On his other hand, he was holding a dark-colored machete, and the blade flashed coldly, and it was obvious that he was sharpening his knife a lot.

In his spare time, he sharpened his knife and pointed his sword at the pigs and sheep. He grinned his mouth. Isn’t it time to look at the pigs and sheep? He threw away his bones, sank the dantian, and shouted: “Start up and cut into the battlefield in five minutes. Whoever falls into the team will return to the camp to pour room pots for the entire camp and wash clothes!”

The Qianjun of Li stepped forward step by step, with extremely fast speed. Every step on the solid ground left a footprint. Before the mark could sink, his feet raised again and stepped towards the next landing point. As he walked, a forward airflow was scraped around his body.

Behind him, the soldiers of the Death Camp all shivered. They were not afraid of the world, but the only thing they were afraid of was pouring chamber pots and washing clothes. The sourness and the days that were cancelled later, and no one wanted to experience them after that.

Everyone burst out at the fastest speed, ran forward, and followed Li Qianjun's footsteps. But they were just following. The back of Li Qianjun was like a mountain, standing in front of them, unable to cross or surpass.

It is precisely because he convinced everyone that he could become the third lieutenant of the Death Camp.

"The archer advances fifty steps, three hundred steps forward, and s!" The leader general gritted his teeth and issued the latest order.

Three hundred steps away, it was near the edge of the battlefield where the two armies fought. There were also Han soldiers fighting in the Yellow Turban Thieves. When a rain of arrows fell, even the soldiers on their own were covered. However, the general could no longer worry so much. What he could do now was to try to cause casualties and injuries to the Yellow Turban Cavalry who joined the battlefield, and at the same time delayed the time and wait for the arrival of reinforcements.

He held the spear in his hand, jumped up and lifted the gun, and joined the battle with the last team of soldiers around him.

"Boom!" The Han army retreated in the melee, and the sword and shield soldiers behind them protruded. The big shield in their hands fell to the ground, making a roar, neatly forming a row of shield walls. There was some distance between the shield and the shield. Between the gap between the shield and the shield, long spears protruded from the gap, instantly forming a forest of guns, with the cold light shining at the tip of the gun.

The combination of the pikes and swords and shields in the shields and a soldier behind revealed a firm look in his eyes. So what about the cavalry? The wall with thorns they formed would also make them bleeding!

Behind this shield wall, a famous Han army soldier was ready to fight and formed a row of queues. They left behind corpses, but were preparing for a bigger battle, and soldiers kept retreating and joining the fortress.

The Yellow Turban soldiers kept rushing forward, wanting to tear the wall apart and open up a road for their cavalry. As long as the cavalry rushed in and drilled through it in one go, it would be enough to decide the outcome!

"kill!"

"It's so lively." Li Qianjun looked into the distance, and kept approaching, watching the distance become close and in front of him again.

He smiled, licked the corner of his mouth with his tongue, and the smell of blood that he smelled was carried by the wind, surrounding the tip of his nose with a graceful fragrance. The closer he was, the richer and more charming the smell was. The fishy smell came in from the tip of his nose, and sniffed it carefully, turning into the swelling blood flow in his body.

Under his body, blood y flowed rapidly, supplying blood y to all parts of his body, making his mind clearer. Under the clarity, there was a little bit of pathological scent. Every muscle was preparing for the upcoming battle, ready to burst out the most powerful force in an instant.

Excited, extremely excited. Whenever the battle approaches, the Li Qianjun will fall into a state of extreme excitement. It is precisely because of this excitement in the war that he feels as excited as taking drugs that he joined the Han army and entered the death camp. This desire for battle has penetrated into the bone marrow and really makes people obsessed.

Li Qianjun saw that when they saw the cavalry's impact, they had already rushed to the front of the shield wall, and they had no way to turn. The powerful inertia dragged the cavalry forward. The spears in the cavalry's hands stabbed the shield, and the powerful impact force broke the spear. At the same time, the shield also made a harsh metal collision sound, and many cracks appeared on the shield, and then fell down. Because the sword and shield soldiers behind had already thrown back and were shocked by the impact force so that they vomited blood in the air. The entire shield wall was in danger. Under the powerful impact force of the cavalry, even a soldier wearing heavy armor would be shaken back by the force. Even if he was not injured on the surface, his internal organs had been seriously injured by the shock and even died!

Some cavalry fell down, and the horses neighed and fell to the ground. The cavalry above fell down together, and the bones were broken. The cavalry behind rushed up again, and the charge would never slow down because of the fall of the companion in front of them. It could not stop from the beginning of the charge. There was no second result except breaking through the enemy formation or destroying it.

Therefore, one of two, ten or hundreds of cavalry fell down and could not stop them from advancing. The horse's hooves stepped by, stepped by the body of a companion, and stepped by the expensive war horses, and the speed did not decrease. Even if the cavalry and horses slipped and finally fell, they could not stop the cavalry from charging behind them.

A long spear on the shield wall was broken, the shield shattered, and a famous sword and shield soldier fell backwards. The three thousand Huangtian Iron Cavalry lost 2,000 cavalry in front of the shield, which made Zhao Hong behind him feel extremely painful. If it weren't for other Yellow Turban soldiers who cooperated with the attack, he would have toothache, because every soldier was an extremely precious wealth.

He couldn't help but smile, the standing shield wall fell, and then there was an unstoppable flat land. The cavalry continued to accelerate and moved forward, and a assault broke through the formation of the Han army, and the remaining Yellow Turban soldiers followed, which was enough to determine the situation!

Victory is right in front of you!

It seemed to feel Zhao Hong's thoughts, and Li Qianjun smiled grimly. He and the death camp behind him were stimulated and accelerated, running like the wind. If the speed of the cavalry depends on horses, then they are two legs. For them, two legs are the most trustworthy horses. With these two legs, they followed Lu Zhi to fight everywhere, relying on these two legs, escaping from death countless times, and killing the Yellow Turban Army countless times.

These two legs are what they trust the most, and what they also trust, and the weapons in their hands.

"Pull the spear!" Li Qianjun shouted loudly while running, and at the same time pulled out a spear behind him.

The five spears behind him are all used for throwing, made of very simple processes, and do not even contain much technical content. Except for a piece of iron with a sharp spear tip, the pruning spear rod has not even been grounded much, and the surface is uneven and rough, just like a piece taken from under a tree, just to make it into the shape of a round wooden pole.

Except for Li Qianjun, every soldier in the other suicide camp also carries five spears on his body, which is similar to the five remaining spears on Li Qianjun's back, and is not much different. These spears are not used as weapons for fighting with people. They only have one purpose, that is, they are used to throw!

The soldiers of the Three Thousand Death Camp, whether players or indigenous people, pulled off the spear on their backs when they heard the sound of Li Qianjun or were only one hundred meters away from the battlefield. With the help of the inertia before running, they paused their feet, raised their spears with their right arm, and threw them at the whistling cavalry with all their strength!

Yes. The Yellow Turban Cavalry had already penetrated the Han army's formation during the first charge. During this period, there were some difficulties, with countless obstacles. Many cavalry fell off their horses, killed by the enemy, and trampled to death by their companions' war horses, but in the end they walked back and forth. The speed of the war horses decreased again and again. After rushing out of the Han army's formation, they had to gallop forward for a longer distance, turn again, accumulate horsepower and launch a charge, tearing the Han army formation apart again.

It seemed that victory was right in front of us, and the powerful Han army, which seemed invincible in the past, finally showed their unprecedented fatigue. While he was sick and demanded his life, the cavalry seemed to see the light of Huangtian shining in front of us, guiding them forward and finally winning.

"call out……"

It seemed that the light I saw was not the real light after all. When these cavalry were just filled with joy, the yellow light of Huangtian was instantly shattered. A series of rapid roars, and spears shuttled through the air, circled a semicircle, and fell rapidly. The violent sounds brought were even more violent and rapid than when the archers were arrowed. If the arrow rain was dense and terrifying, some lucky people might not die. Then these spears were hail, and every time they were shot, they could kill people.

When they threw the spear, they pulled out the second one, and at the same time they were still running forward quickly. The distance with the cavalry was getting closer and closer, but there was no fear of death on the faces of these soldiers in the death camp. Faced with the strongest troops in the age of cold weapons, they did not stop for a moment, seized the time before the collision, threw out the spear, and did not stop, looking forward to the collision.

"Ah..." The spear fell straight, and screams kept coming from the fast-charging cavalry formation. One by one, it stirred the surprised hearts of the Yellow Turban cavalry, and tore it apart the next moment and stopped beating.

Li Qianjun's smile became even brighter, his body was slanted, and the machete in his hand was raised, "Go to die, go to die!"

"Toward death! Toward death! Toward death!" The soldiers behind him echoed in unison.
Chapter completed!