"Kill--" As a flying tiger cavalry roared unwillingly, the arrow shot from the compound bow in the hand of the Han soldier was nailed to the throat of a crossbow in the Western coalition formation dozens of meters away.

Then, in the pupils of the Han soldier, thousands of crossbows in the coalition formation opposite, and the arrows shining with cold light instantly passed through the space, ending his life.

Thirty meters, and there are still thirty meters, they can rush into the left wing of the Western Allied Forces, use the spear in their hands to kill these sinister and vicious enemies, and show the reputation of the Flying Tiger Cavalry in front of the Western Controversy, but now everything has become empty, and death is quickly taking away their ambitions.

Just in the gradually dissipating pupils of the Han soldiers, the arrows of the sky were flying towards the rest of the flying tiger cavalry at the same time. The crossbowman with ten thousand people, the three crossbows in the latest Imperial Jiangshan Ordnance Field, shot out 30,000 arrows in a few breaths.

In addition to the addition of the bows and crossbows in the hands of the other coalition soldiers, they rushed to nearly 5,000 flying tiger cavalry only a few dozen meters away in front of the Western coalition formation. Except for a few Han soldiers on the edge, they all fell on the battlefield.

"Bastard, what a vicious method!" Zhao Huicheng smashed his fist hard on the saddle.

The just-in-time rain of arrows not only took away the lives of his nephew Zhao Che, but also took away most of the elite he had accumulated for many years.

Now, there are 20,000 flying tiger cavalry beside him, but they all exclaimed, and then there was a terrifying and quiet state.

Since the founding of the army, in a thousand years, no hostile force has ever been able to make the Flying Tiger Cavalry lose more than half of it in a battle.

The Flying Tiger Cavalry was the pride of the Empire back then. Even enemies with different political views must admit this. The Flying Tiger of the Empire is the true representative of the Empire.

Today, everything seems to be different. The tragedy on the battlefield, or unilateral massacre, shocked the hearts of all the imperial people on the battlefield.

At this moment, even Cao Qianlong, Lu Shengzhi, Tai Shi Zheng and others on the side were shocked. Although these empire bosses had different thoughts, at least on this battlefield, at this time, they were all determined to fight the enemy.

The Flying Tiger Cavalry suffered such a devastating blow, which was unacceptable to every Han child present.

Even Tai Shi Zheng, a man who had always been jealous of Zhao Huicheng, quietly clenched his fists at this moment. The Han soldiers who were still whining on the battlefield, the red flowing in front of the coalition forces continued to stimulate the man's nerves.

He was very affectionate, so indifferent that he could not recognize his women and daughter for the sake of the reputation of his family; he was very stingy, so small that he always had jealous of Zhao Huicheng being stronger than him and more powerful than him, and even colluded with others to frame him...

However, after all, he was a soldier, an emperor who once possessed the inheritance of the Taishi Hero Spirit. Although the two halberds in his hand were no longer the cold front and double halberds, his blood was not cold.

"Let my sled wolf ride on it." Tai Shi Zheng's hoarse voice stunned everyone, and even more, Zhao Huicheng's expression changed, but in an instant, he felt an excitement surging in his heart.

"Zi Ming!" Zhao Huicheng's face moved slightly, and he stretched out his right hand to respect Xiang Taishi Zheng.

Tai Shi Zheng also smiled. Twenty years ago, the two of them had been separated for twenty years because of Jiang Zhuying's mother and the woman named Jiang Shuirou. Now they meet and smile to eliminate their grudges.

At least, there are only brothers and no enemy black hands on this battlefield.

Seeing Zhao Huicheng nodding, Tai Shi Zheng waved his hand, and the 40,000 Run Wolf Cavalry behind him immediately distributed 10,000 cavalry and rushed straight to the left wing of the coalition forces.

The flying tiger cavalry is good at riding and shooting, the Shura cavalry is good at rushing forward, but the running wolf cavalry is as its name, like a group of wolves rushing. It never faces the enemy head-on, but it can be entangled and killed, and even fights for life with its life.

There may not be more than a thousand people who can walk off the battlefield alive today, but they are likely to take the lives of several times the enemies.

This is the spirit of the wolf.

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"Atuo, how great it would be if you were a eldest son. You are a wolf cub in our Duanmu family."

Back then, in the middle of Sichuan, in Chengdu, and in the hall of the luxurious house of the Duanmu family, Duanmu Cheng, the commander of the Imperial Xuanwu Legion and the patriarch of the Duanmu family, once patted the young Duanmu Tuo's shoulder and sighed.

The boy in front of him was very tall, and he had passed by him just at the age of seventeen; the boy in front of him was full of hope and looked at him with anticipation, hoping that he could bring him a new life different from before he was ten years old.

That year, Duanmu Takumi was seventeen years old and was the first to take the lead in the competition for the new generation in the family.

The young Duanmu Tuoman thought that he could use this lead to get rid of the hard days of his life and his miserable mother. However, Duanmu Cheng was forced to give him some money to reward him under the pressure of several direct families, but he did not give him the opportunity to study or even join the Duanmu family army.

After that, many direct children suppressed and bullied him because they performed too well and were afraid that he would become the representative of the younger generation and replace the position of long-term housekeepers.

It was also from that time that Duanmu Takuro really was like a lonely wolf, hiding his true heart and silently enduring everything.

Until he was nineteen years old, Duanmu Cheng took him into the martial arts hall of the 6th Army in Sichuan because of his contribution again, considering the overall situation of the family.

As soon as he entered the martial arts hall, Duanmu Tuo no longer hid his strength. He was the first in the year of assessments, until the Mongolian War appeared.

It was also under this dazzling halo that Duanmu Cheng finally became polite to talent. After graduating from Duanmu Tuo's martial arts lecture hall, he took him to the Xuanwu Legion and appointed him as the battalion commander of a real power of the Vine Armor Cavalry Battalion, and even asked Zhang Guangbei to teach him the Wind Breaking Sword Technique.

Duanmu Taku cherishes these opportunities very much, but he is not grateful to Duanmu Cheng. He always remembers how Duanmu Cheng smashed his hopes when he was seventeen years old.

He knew more deeply that Duanmu Cheng always regarded him as a child from the outside house, and in the eyes of those direct old men, he was a loyal dog of the Duanmu family.

Although he was no longer intense on the surface, and he was even a little willing to be ordinary, and had been sitting in the position of the cavalry battalion commander for three years, the scar hidden in his heart always existed. He licked the wound silently, letting the pain stimulate him, reminding him at all times that he must show off his sharp claws and prove his worth.

Now, under Lei Dongfeng, Duanmu Tuo has gained unprecedented respect and has become the leader of a division; now, on this battlefield, Duanmu Tuo holds a long sword in his hand, and the sword breaks out of the wind, and his death is very close, and his ideal is not far away.

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At Jinshan Mansion, Lei Dongfeng had no time to sigh for Duanmu Tuo's sacrifice. Now the morale of the Western coalition forces is in chaos. Taking this opportunity, Lei Dongfeng led his men to consolidate the city defense on the city wall. The military and civilians in the city quickly filled the damage to the city wall and the city gate with sandbags, wood, stones, etc.

Especially in the corridor more than 20 meters above the city gate, it was filled with various objects, and in the end nearly a hundred bags of imperial specialty cement were poured.

Even if the Western Alliance comes back to the point of revelation, it will take a certain amount of time to break the "city gate" that is more than 20 meters long.

On the city wall, various stones and rolling wood were transported. These things were obtained by the four people in the city after demolishing the houses.

They lived in these houses for hundreds of years, and some were even the only property of these people, but in order to defeat the enemy, they demolished their homes into ruins.

It’s nothing to demolish it into ruins by yourself, at least there will be a chance of reconstruction. If Naxiko breaks in, his home is destroyed and his relatives and friends are killed, then everything will be really over.

After transporting these supplies, the four people in the city were divided into the city, including young and strong men, women, old and young, holding various weapons of Han soldiers in their hands, standing on one side of the city wall with serious expressions. They were not afraid of death. The wails and screams from the wall and the other side of the city wall, as well as the dripping blood, all made these civilians who had not seen war in many years feel scared.

But the blood on the city wall is also a share of their relatives. The soldiers and civilians who died in battle are the fathers, brothers and children of the four people in the city. Even if they avenge these relatives and protect their homes, they will sacrifice their lives.

Many of them didn't know that outside the city, a man named Duanmu Takuro from Sichuan, thousands of miles away, was leading his brothers to fight with the Western coalition.

It is precisely because of their desperate battle that they have bought such a little time for the Kuanglan Army and the Jinshan Mansion.

At this moment, all the people on the city wall, whether it was the Han soldiers, Han soldiers and civilians, and Han people were staring at the direction of the Western Allied Forces camp. Wherever there were a black dragon composed of several people and horses, and the flag representing the Han soldiers was about to be submerged by the Western Allied Forces, it still stood firm.

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"I'm a wolf rider who is never afraid of death, but even if I'm going to die, I'll drag the enemy into the underworld." Tai Shizheng proudly pointed to the wolf rider who was flying towards the enemy. The momentum of ten thousand wolf riders may not be as murderous as the flying tiger rider and Shura rider, but the cruelty in his bones is shocking.

Soon, the Run Wolf Cavalry approached more than 200 meters from the right wing of the Western Allied Forces, and it was about to approach the range of the enemy's Saxon Longbowman.

All the soldiers and officers who were paying attention to this battle looked at them. The success or failure of these wolf riders rushing to the formation would undoubtedly be the watershed of today's battle.

If they are wiped out on the left wing of the coalition forces again, even if the empire has warrant soldiers, the morale losses will not be compensated. Not only will the siege of Zhenhai not be lifted, but the decisive battle will also end in failure.

Seeing that the cavalry of the Bing Wolf Cavalry was getting closer, the commander in the opposite coalition formation raised his arm and was about to issue a shooting order, but the Bing Wolf Cavalry suddenly dispersed and divided into dozens of squads, each with hundreds of people. Some even quickly bypassed the left wing of the coalition and directly penetrated into the rear of the coalition.
Chapter completed!