Looking up, the mastiff was covered in black and even more gloomy in the bloody setting sun. The mastiffs howled in a low voice, and some hungry guys snatched the corpse like wild animals, fighting and roaring, but more mastiffs were rushing forward fiercely. The speed of the cavalry had been reduced to a terrible level. From the rush to the present, in just a few breaths, the cavalry of the Hu Ben Cavalry had lost nearly 20%. For these mastiffs who had no pain at all and did not know what fear was, the Hu Ben Cavalry was just their food. What they had to do now was to hunt all the cavalry in front of them and then eat them all!

In an instant, dozens of cavalry were knocked down by the mastiffs and tore each other bloodily. However, the Hu Ben Cavalry is not a vain person. The glory of the Hu Ben Cavalry is achieved by soldiers fighting bravely in the sea of ​​corpses and blood. It is no exaggeration to say that the blood-red flag of the Hu Ben is dyed red by the blood of countless enemies. When facing inhuman existences like the mastiffs, those soldiers still squeeze forward one after another. People use horse power and swords to slash these human-shaped mastiffs hard! Even if they are beaten and fallen horses, these heroic cavalry will not stop fighting back! While being bitten by the enemy, their bloody hands scratched the enemy's eyes! While being roared and dismembered, the long sword held tightly at the enemy! Even if I die, I will pull you two kilograms of meat!

The young marshal was extremely anxious. Although the Hu Ben Cavalry was extremely brave, each of these elites in the hundred battles was his heart. He lost one and was extremely heartbroken. He waved his halberd and picked up several mastiffs who tried to bite the wind. He shouted loudly, "Rise the flag! I am invincible!"

The two flag-holding officials behind him shouted loudly when they heard the sound, "The brave soldiers are the first! I am invincible!" Two big flags rose in the wind, one black flag, a mighty white tiger fluttered around, and the other big red-bottomed flag was embroidered with the word "Li" with gold thread. Although both flags were already broken and trampled, when the flag came out, the morale was slightly sluggish!

"The brave soldiers are ahead, I am invincible!"

"The brave soldiers are ahead, I am invincible!"

"The brave soldiers are ahead, I am invincible!"

The cavalry shouted in unison, and for a moment, all the fatigue and pain in their bodies seemed to disappear! All that was left was boundless murderous aura and fighting spirit, kill! The proud tiger! The cavalry pressed their teeth and gathered enough strength to sway their swords and slashed at the head of the mastiff!

But for the hungry mastiffs, they have no thoughts and no feelings, only know how to fight! For food! For survival! The collision of blood and flesh! The battle between iron and fire! This battlefield is like a huge meat grinder. The fallen people will never have the chance to stand up again, while the still alive people fight fiercely for survival until they fall, slowly being covered by blood and sand!

Weakness! Weakness! The young marshal's eyes were about to break, and the long pheasant tail on his head swung violently with his movements. In the eyes of the cavalry behind him, he could only see the two flags and the proud pheasant tail, and then followed his young marshal who was brave enough to fight bravely.

The Hu Ben Cavalry's casualties are getting bigger and bigger, but the weakness has not been found yet. If you continue to fight like this, these soldiers will be exhausted before you break the formation. However, what is the weakness of the mastiff soldier that my father mentioned back then? Are there any weaknesses of the mastiff soldiers?

The young marshal was breathing heavily, not because of fatigue, but only in this way can he relieve his mood. Only by relaxing his mood can he carefully observe the enemy and discover the flaws exposed by the enemy without realizing it!

Suddenly! In this noisy Shura killing field, a subtle voice came into the young marshal's ears. Yes, there was indeed a strange and weak voice. If the young marshal had not been able to use his martial arts skills and could use it in this battlefield, he would have never noticed that the young marshal rushed towards the place where the sound was made. The mastiff who was trying to stop was not a group under his painting halberd. There was indeed a very different person in the ragged mastiff stroke. Although his clothes looked no different from other mastiffs, his movements seemed out of place compared to those mastiffs who did not know how to retreat but only knew how to move forward.

Seeing that the young marshal was rushed over by the young marshal who was storming out one by one and then stepped on the flesh mud by the cavalry after he was born, the man was panicked. Not everyone could change his face when Mount Tai collapsed. He seemed to have some artifact in his mouth. As soon as he exclaimed, the strange sound appeared again. The mastiffs around him immediately reacted and rushed towards the young marshal like waves.

"It's you!" The young man's eyes surged endless murderous intent, and he saw him hanging the painting halberd as fast as lightning, taking a bow and placing an arrow, his left hand was like a mountain of Tai, his right hand was like holding a baby, his bow became a full moon, and his arrow was like a meteor. An arrow penetrated the man's forehead, and the man turned up before he could scream and tilt his head. The mastiffs around him were suddenly in chaos! Several hungry mastiffs were still attracted by the smell of blood, and rushed up to grab the man's body and began to snatch food and tear it wildly.

Several mastiff divisions from afar didn't care about hiding their identities. Once the group of cavalry who were coming and going like wind broke out, they would be dead without any corpses. They didn't care about anything at the moment. A strange voice sounded again. The originally messy mastiff soldiers immediately came back to their senses and pulled them to the cavalry. The young marshal's eyes were cold and seven or eight arrows shot out in one go. The mastiff divisions were suddenly caught in an arrow. This time, the mastiff soldiers were in chaos. For a moment, the remaining mastiff divisions could not organize effective control. Seeing the cavalry's morale was greatly boosted, they shouted and continued to rush forward!

The time to break the formation is right in front of you! Once the powerful mastiff loses effective control, it will become a scattered sand, and its combat power will drop sharply, and it will no longer be able to effectively block the impact of the Hu Ben cavalry. They are chopped down and knocked down one by one, and finally trampled into flesh mud. The young marshal no longer remembers how many arrows were shot out from the bottom. Anyway, as long as there is a strange movement in the chaotic mastiff stroke, the magic arrow that makes the enemy scared will roar. For a moment, he suppressed the entire mastiff with one force. Those mastiff divisions were shot and killed one by one by him, and one was blocked by the mastiff who had lost control in front and could not move forward.

The young marshal gave up his bow and rushed to kill him again. He saw his halberd technique suddenly changed, from the continuous autumn wind and drizzle to the wind surging. If his halberd technique was like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, it was tricky and vicious, now his halberd is a magnificent wave. Each halberd is doing his best, and the mastiff will die if it touches it and gets touched!

Now, if you look at it from the high altitude, this area will be like a huge red triangle and cut into the black square formation like a bamboo. Suddenly, the young man felt the pressure all over his body lightened, and his eyes suddenly became clear, and he had already broken out from the square formation of the mastiff as thick as a black swamp.

The mastiff soldiers were defeated and were driven away by the Hu Ben Cavalry. They were almost there. The bright red of the front army waiting for rescue was still so conspicuous in the black ocean. In the yellow sand, there seemed to be a young general covered in blood fighting in the direction of the Hu Ben Cavalry. However, the enemy of the black armor was also extremely tenacious. He could still block the young general's offensive if he became a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood in front of the formation. The young general rushed for several consecutive times but failed to get what he wanted. There were fewer and fewer soldiers who rushed with him.

Seeing that the red cavalry was in danger under the rushing of the enemy like the Black Sea, it seemed that it could be destroyed at any time, the young marshal couldn't help but feel anxious, but the cavalry behind him were exhausted after experiencing the battle just now. At this time, it was like seeking death! The deputy general beside him shouted anxiously: "Young marshal, don't hesitate anymore, rush, those brothers are waiting for us reinforcements!"

"Young Marshal, give the order, those brothers can't hold on!"

The young marshal turned around and saw that although the cavalry were tired, their feet were weak and their hands were weak and their breath was breathing heavily, and their sweat dripped from the inside of their helmets. However, everyone's eyes were full of trust in the head coach, which was a kind of trust that even went through fire and water! Even the knife and oil pot in front of them was also advanced and retreated together!

The young marshal gritted his teeth and shouted loudly: "Carry into battle, the general is competing for the first place!" He rode away, and the already exhausted cavalry behind him suddenly rushed forward with a scream.

The enemy was already prepared to see this. With a sound of ox horns, archers rushed over. The dense feather arrows seemed to have poured rain out of thin air, and for a moment it seemed to cover the sky and the sun!

"Rise the shield!" The young marshal couldn't help but secretly shouted terrible when he saw the trajectory of the arrow rain. He shouted angrily and danced the painting halberd without leaking. As soon as the cavalry heard the order, they raised the small round shield in their hands to defend. They were all veterans on the battlefield of the hundred battles. They could see some clues from the angle and strength of the arrow. This arrow was not rushed to people at all! But now there is no way to stop all this, so they have to adapt to the situation!

As the gravity drops, the feather arrows become faster and faster, until they collide with the small shield on the cavalry's arms. The fragile arrows suddenly break into several pieces. With the uncompletely offset force, they fly around and pierce into the body of the knight or war horse. A bloody storm is suddenly caused in the cavalry formation! For example, such arrows that completely rely on catapults to injure people, even if the arrows in front of you are completely blocked, it has no effect. Every broken arrow blocked by the companions around you may be shot and pierced on you. Fortunately, these arrows will not cause any fatal damage to people, but for war horses, this is a nightmare. Once the war horse is disturbed by pain, it is difficult for even experienced cavalry to soothe your horse as soon as possible. When the panic caused by this disturbance becomes a group, the disaster begins!

Many cavalrymen were thrown off their horses because of pain, but more cavalrymen were knocked down by their comrades’ horses. No matter what, falling horses in such a dense charge formation will only have one result, that is, they will be stepped into meat paste in an instant!

What a vicious plan. It turned out that this was a conspiracy from beginning to end. From the trap of the front army led by his younger brother, he first consumed the physical strength of the war horses at a distance of seven miles, and then the high-intensity battle when the mastiffs blocked it again consumed the physical strength of the cavalry. Finally, he used this finely crafted broken arrow to injure the war horses. The final goal was only one, that is, to completely defeat the war horses of the Hu Ben Cavalry. In this way, even if he met with the front army and broke through, the cavalry with a much reduced speed could walk out of the desert alive, not to mention that the layers of ambushed troops set up by the enemy on the way to escape.

The young marshal's eyes were bloody, but now that things have come to this point, only by meeting with the front army as soon as possible can he consider the next plan to suddenly or defend. "Run the front army quickly, if the war horse loses its combat power, give up immediately, and the two of them will join forces!"

Almost instantly, the cavalry rushed out of the rain of arrows, almost everyone was injured, but everyone was still full of fighting spirit, and then they collided hard on the enemy's encirclement, and advanced forward in a bloody storm!
Chapter completed!