The devil is coming

Chapter 261
The pressure on Que Mu at this time was huge, which was not only reflected in his "kneeling" posture, but also in the majestic and majestic crushing force Tian Wujing gave him that was almost breathless.
Tian Wujing was like a big mountain. As soon as he came up, he was smashed into the dust;
And in the next moment,
The mountains dissipate and turn into clouds and rain;
The blade of the kunthium knife turned over, the thunder turned into rain and dew, the earth dragon twisted into a green snake, the blade of the knife hooked horizontally and was pulled back.
Que Mu, who was in the stage where the old energy was just dissipating and the new energy was not renewed, felt his arms swell. In an instant, his mace had been pulled out by Tian Wujing with the edge of the knife.
The previous strike was like the crashing waves on the shore, but the current strike was like the waning moon in the morning wind.
Between the hardness and softness, Que Mu felt like a lamb whose fur, bones and flesh were being handled with great familiarity.
It was obvious that the main generals in the formation were fighting, but it created an extremely vivid scene where one side was slow and the other side was unable to resist.
"Roar!"
Que Mu let out a roar, his knees suddenly pushed up, and his whole body was thrown backwards. This was a very correct decision. This was not to escape, but to avoid the tragic ending of being slaughtered by Tian Wujing with the next knife.
The savage warriors behind Que Mu were shocked when they saw that their leader was directly repelled by the opponent's general. However, they still charged forward extremely bravely. Firstly, the momentum was already established and could no longer be reversed. Secondly, Everyone knows in their hearts that no matter how powerful a being is, he will become extremely fragile and die easily in the chaos of swords and guns.
However, the Jingnan Army knights behind Tian Wujing had already charged from both sides. They used their skillful equestrian skills to avoid the direction in which the opponent's blade was cutting, and then directly penetrated the opponent with the length of their horses;
The knights who followed behind them looked extremely nimble on their horses. Even though they were wearing armor, they were still agile in turning around on horseback.
Li Fusheng once said that the essence of war lies in "strong troops and strong horses." This is very one-sided, but within a certain limit, it is very practical.
Even if the archery and horse riding of this group of savages is not as good as that of the barbarians, it is not bad at all. However, they may not miss any of them on weekdays. They only have dozens of sets of armor. Ordinary people, let alone wearing armor, may only borrow it on weekdays. Only when I was working for a noble in the clan did I have the opportunity to touch the noble's armor, even if the armor was already old.
This is the generation difference...
While the elite cavalry of the Yan people have long been familiar with using the width, thickness, length, hardness, etc. of armor and ordnance to enhance their advantages in battle formations, many of the savages do not even have a decent set of armor.
The military formations of both sides collided completely at this moment. For a time, countless people fell off their horses and how many were penetrated by weapons. Blood became the cheapest embellishment at this time.
Tian Wujing did not continue to chase Que Mu, at least, not deliberately. Under the Kunzhi sword, one by one the savage warriors were beheaded, and no one was his close enemy.
He seemed to have let go of Que Mu,
But more precisely,
But he didn't think that the death or immortality of the opponent's general would have any impact on the outcome of this war.
Zheng Fan, on the other hand, looked a lot more embarrassed. When charging into the battle, it would be better to ride horses and fight side by side. With his seventh-grade martial arts training, he could do it with ease. What he was afraid of was the kind of people who didn't know. He rushes out from any corner and uses his horse's momentum to give you a knife or a shot. Even if you are a master, you will be punished by one mistake.
However, in this messy environment, he could still pay attention to these things. While fighting with the savages in front of him, he still had time to pay attention to his surroundings. Zheng Chengshou felt that he seemed to have really learned it on the battlefield.
The magic pill also kept adjusting its direction back and forth in the armor. After several consecutive first advancements, no matter what they really felt in their hearts, at least at this stage, the father and son were in the honeymoon period.
Therefore, Mowan was also worried that his father would not have an accident. In the past, Mowan was still very calm, because even if Zheng Fan was on the battlefield, there were a group of demon kings around him who deliberately protected him, especially A Ming, who gave him Shared a lot of things.
But now that A Ming is not here, and neither are the other demon kings, Mo Wan can only take on all his father's traps by himself.
In fact, the collision between the two sides did not really determine the outcome at the beginning, but in other words, the outcome was actually determined.
Because Tian Wujing's central army only had [-] cavalry, but they were able to charge into battle with nearly [-] barbarian cavalry and not fall behind.
At this time, the cavalry on both wings directly entered the battlefield. Liang Cheng, who was in the rear, also seized the opportunity and led the army into the battle from the rear at the most appropriate time.
Manpower is limited, and these savage warriors are not brave, but after their wings were cut off and the enemy's rear army charged forward again, no amount of bravery could offset the sharp turn in the battlefield situation.
Many savage warriors are only accustomed to the previous tribal conflicts. Everyone gathers their own and alliance warriors to compete, and the winner takes all. No matter how many more warriors are used, those who only use troops to fight such as night attacks or sieges will not be able to fight. Know these items.
But to be more specific and detailed, even if they can understand the real cutting and refinement of the battle situation, they are unable to achieve it.
When the savage warriors found that their fellow tribesmen began to be picked off one after another, and that they were surrounded by Yan cavalry running rampant, a feeling of panic and confusion began to suppress their courage. , and gradually fill your heart completely.
In fact, not many collapsed, and not many escaped, but after being cut into pieces and being attacked by the Yan army into an organized area, the so-called resistance they could carry out was really too pale. .
Que Mu, who had been pushed to the ground by Marquis Jingnan, had just picked up a knife and was about to go up to fight again when he was keenly aware of the bad situation on the battlefield.
This was a feeling he had never experienced before. In previous battles with the Jin people, although the Situ family's soldiers and horses were fierce, they could not be so sophisticated.
For a long time, in Que Mu's eyes, the only difference between the Jin people's (Situ family's) army and his own barbarian army was that their equipment was better and they had more people.
This is indeed the case. When the number of barbarians began to increase under the leadership of the king, and more and more armors were captured and made by themselves, they began to defeat the Jin army.
It's just that this one in front of me has traveled thousands of miles to destroy the 60-strong army of the Jin Kingdom in ten days. It can still move freely on the battlefield of thousands of miles. In this small local encounter, it is not an exaggeration to be able to be a cook and a cow.
Que Mu's sword chopped down the horse of a Yan Army cavalry, and then beheaded the fallen Yan Army soldier. The Yan people's blood spattered onto Que Mu's face, but he did not feel the slightest pleasure. .
Looked up,
He looked at everything around him blankly, wondering why he was defeated so quickly.
Yes, why did he lose so quickly?
This is the question in the minds of many savages. They are obviously fighting hard, and the blood in their hearts is still burning, but they cannot stop the defeat.
Many of the savages among them did not want to escape or retreat, but after being in a battle situation that left them unable to breathe, they almost instinctively wanted to break away and take a breath of fresh air, just like a drowning person. Air.
Disperse first,
then,
Failure is inevitable,
The balance of victory and defeat has been completely tilted, and this kind of despair has made every savage still alive extremely tortured.
Onda's left arm had been cut off, but he was still fighting. He could feel that there were fewer and fewer comrades around him, and the situation was getting worse and worse.
In an instant,
Onda saw the golden figure,
He gritted his teeth and urged the exhausted war horse under his crotch to rush towards the figure.
To kill that person,
Or begging that person to kill him?
Onda himself didn’t know.
Just now, before the war started, he told Que Mu that if he could avoid fighting, it would be best not to fight;
The result at this time has already proved his prediction. The Yan Army cavalry is still so powerful, but Angda has no joy at all in his heart that the prediction is correct, only full of bitterness.
He did not rush to Tian Wujing,
Tian Wujing has already sheathed his sword.
He looked at everything around him calmly, like an artist admiring the oil painting he had just completed.
"boom!"
A figure flew towards him and knocked Onda off his horse.
Onda's knife was also drawn away,
But in an instant, he took out a dagger from his arms.
At the moment, he may be thinking only that if he dies, he must die a good enough death.
However, a stone flew out of the chest of the Yan Army soldier who threw himself down, directly hitting his wrist and causing the dagger to fall.
The Yan Army soldier raised his sword with both hands,
In a very ceremonial gesture,
The knife edge was nailed directly into Onda's chest.
At such a close distance, even if Onda was wearing armor, it was almost useless.
"puff!"
Onda's body trembled.
His eyes were wide open, and blood kept flowing from the corners of his mouth.
He didn't look at what the Yan man who killed him looked like.
His eyes wandered around,
until,
He saw the black dragon flag, the flag, still flying.
They were followers of this flag, students of this flag,
But the desperate thing is,
When the students came back as teachers and were about to get their results, the teacher suddenly came and wanted to bury the former students completely.
The look in Onda's eyes slowly began to dim, and in the end, it completely lost its luster.
Zheng Fan gasped for air.
Get off Onda,
At this time,
He did not forget to turn his head and look at Jingnan Hou, who was not far away from him.
And the Marquis of Jingnan,
Looking at the scenery.
(End of this chapter)