stonecrandall Chapter 212
Chapter 212
The situation on the battlefield changes rapidly, far beyond anyone's easy prediction.
The high priest stood on the high slope, expecting the Qiang warriors under his command to surge like a tide and tear the Han army's defense line to pieces. However, the scene in front of him was like a broken dream, which was unbelievable.
Instead of trembling and collapsing under the iron hooves of the Qiang people, the Han army burst out with amazing counterattack power like an awakened dragon. The warriors wearing heavy armor of the Modao team were like a copper wall and iron wall. The sabers and spears of the Qiang people seemed so powerless in front of them that they could only bounce away powerlessly, leaving a series of harsh metal collisions.
Even if a warrior was knocked down by the impact of the warhorse occasionally, the Han soldiers behind him quickly filled the gap like flowing water, without the slightest hesitation.
The Qiang cavalry charge, in front of the indestructible Modao team, seemed to be strangled by an invisible giant hand, losing their former might and could only struggle in vain. Every time they charged, it was like hitting a hard rock, leaving only frustration and helplessness.
Behind this indestructible line of defense, the Han army's archers, like hunters hiding in the dark, quietly waited for the prey to approach.
The Qiang cavalry was tightly entangled by the Modao team and could not move forward, which gave the archers an excellent shooting opportunity. Arrows rained down, cutting through the sky, with the whistle of death, pouring towards the dense Qiang cavalry.
At this time, the archers in the rear, under the command of Le Jin, continued to shoot in three stages.
The first row of arrows cut through the sky, like lightning before the dark clouds, accurately tearing through the defense line of the Qiang cavalry; followed closely, the second row of soldiers quickly adjusted their breathing, their eyes were sharp, locking onto the next target, ready to go; and the third row, not in a hurry, their fingers nimbly jumped on the strings, filling the ammunition for this dance of death. The three teams of people and horses, like precise machinery, interlocked and seamlessly connected.
The Qiang cavalry seemed so helpless and desperate under this net of death. Their wailing and the neighing of war horses intertwined, forming the most sad movement on the battlefield.
"The chief is dead! Run! Brothers!"
Under this double blow, the Qiang cavalry fled in panic, but the desire to escape made them kill each other. The brothers who fought side by side in the past have now become prey in each other's eyes, and they meet with their swords just for that ray of life.
"Hold your ground, don't retreat!" The voice of the wolf cavalry leader roared in the chaos, trying to save the collapsed situation, but his cry seemed so pale and powerless in the torrent of despair, and was ruthlessly drowned in the waves of chaos and death.
"Wolf cavalry, listen to my orders! Anyone who is afraid of fighting and retreating will be killed without mercy!"
"Yes!!"
The Qiang cavalry was suddenly a little desperate. There were wolves in front and tigers behind. They were caught in the middle and had no way out. Every neigh of the warhorse seemed to announce the approach of their doomsday.
"Dian Wei, follow me to charge!"
Liu Yao's voice contained unquestionable firmness and courage. He knew that this moment was the key to determining victory or defeat, and he must not give the Qiang people any chance to breathe.
With his order, nearly 10,000 black armored heavy cavalry, like iron cavalry pouring out of hell, launched a charge with the momentum of mountains and seas.
Their armor shone with a cold light in the sun, and every time the horses' hooves fell, it was like a heavy hammer hitting the hearts of the Qiang people. These warriors had only one thought in their hearts, that is, to completely destroy the enemy in front of them and make the Qiang people's flag disappear forever on this land.
Liu Yao never let his black armor heavy cavalry rush into the battle at the first time. His eyes flashed with the calmness and determination of a cheetah before hunting. He was waiting for this perfect opportunity that was critical and sure to hit the target.
His strategic intention was clear and far-reaching, aiming to penetrate the hinterland of the Qiang people's vanguard as accurately as a sharp blade, so that this brave but inflexible army would instantly fall into a dilemma of being unable to take care of both ends.
While the Qiang people hurriedly mobilized reinforcements to fill the gaps on the front line, Liu Yao would lead his cavalry to turn into a storm on the battlefield, constantly stirring up the situation, exchanging the greatest results for the smallest cost, and dyeing the land red with the blood of the Qiang people.
Liu Yao and Dian Wei rode their horses respectively, like the gods of war descending, and shuttled through the Qiang people's array. Their figures were vigorous and resolute, and they kept killing enemies along the way.
The two of them were like a no-man's land in the Qiang army, killing anyone who stood in their way, killing anyone who stood in their way.
The Qiang army's defense line was shaky under the impact of the two, and their shouts and roars seemed so pale and powerless in front of Liu Yao and Dian Wei's cruelty.
The battlefield was filled with smoke, and with the thunder of the Qiang heavy cavalry joining in, the originally tense battle situation suddenly became like a storm.The lake was turbulent and chaotic.
A large number of Qiang people were directly stabbed by Ma Shuo, a black-armored heavy cavalry, and finally trampled into meat paste.
In this chaos and despair, the Qiang wolf cavalry, like a pack of wolves in the dark night, keenly smelled the scent of prey - Liu Yao, the man who stood in the eye of the storm but seemed to be able to control everything.
Their eyes flashed with determination, knowing that only by cutting off the source of this will can they win a glimmer of life for their people.
"Wolf cavalry, follow me to charge, target - Liu Yao!" The leading wolf cavalry leader's voice was like thunder, penetrating the hustle and bustle of the battlefield, and every word contained unquestionable firmness and determination.
As Liu Yao's personal bodyguard, Dian Wei was like the reincarnation of the ancient evil, brave enough to make ghosts and gods retreat. He watched the Qiang people's attempt with a cold eye, and a hint of disdain appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Hmph, a mere lunatic, you want to shake my master's foundation? It's like a mantis trying to stop a chariot!"
Liu Yao's eyes were like torches, pointing sharply at the imposing Qiang leader in the distance, and his voice was steady and powerful: "Elai, this beast will be handed over to you, I will go to meet other villains!"
"Yes, sir!"
Dian Wei responded like thunder, his muscles were knotted, and there were still bloodstains on his double halberds. He shook it casually, and the broken flesh flew like autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves, and then he rushed to the Qiang leader like a tiger coming down the mountain.
"Who are you? Tell me your name! I, Dian Wei, will not kill nameless ghosts!"
His roar was like thunder in the sky, shaking every inch of space, echoing on the battlefield, making people palpitate.
The Qiang leader raised a cold smile and said proudly: "Listen carefully, the one who kills you is the pride of our wolf cavalry, the brave warrior among the Qiang, standing tall and proud, and standing against Yang Wei!"
"Hmph, although the name is long, it is hard to escape death!"
"Go to hell! Yang Wei!"
Dian Wei sneered, a flash of disdain flashed in his eyes, and his hands tightly grasped the double halberds, the tips of the halberds flashed with cold light, like two dragons coming out of the sea, with unmatched momentum, going straight to Yang Wei's throat.
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