Chapter 39 Battle of Pavilion (2)

Author: My spear is still here

Chapter 39 Battle of Pavilion (2)

When his eyes passed through the layers of flags and dust, the moving figures could no longer block his sight. Mu Zhiyong was full of confidence. He even saw the fear on the other party's face. He saw the few Heyang soldiers in strange and strange postures.

An unprecedented formation, looking at them with fear on their faces.

The sound of the advancing drum beat the sound. He stood on top of the Chinese army tank, holding on to the guardrail. He was surrounded by guards. Flags of various colors were waving on the left and right. A large number of colorful Tiger Guards were waiting in front of him.

There is also a sense of accomplishment of being able to fully control everything.

The armies on the left and right stretched for miles from east to west, even crushing the withered yellow grass in places where his eyes could not reach, wading across the river, and pushed unstoppably towards the trembling Heyang army on the opposite side.

As usual, they stopped at a distance of more than 200 steps, and both sides began to shoot arrows to determine the general distance. Then eight warlocks from the army walked to the front at a safe distance and began to chant. As time went by, the air gradually became hotter.

After getting up, eight brain-sized fireballs gradually condensed in the air. After a while, they roared out of the front of the position, crossed the open space between the two armies, ignited a large area of ​​withered yellow weeds, and flew towards the Heyang military formation on the opposite side.

Spiritual Fire Technique!

Because of the long distance, two of them landed more than ten steps in front of the enemy's formation, instantly igniting a large area of ​​yellow weeds and shrubs and kicking up a large amount of dust. Three of them flew into the sky and gradually dissipated, while the remaining three smashed into the enemy's formation in front.

Several soldiers were instantly blown away and set on fire. The Heyang soldiers who were set on fire screamed in fear and rolled in pain on the ground and soon became silent.

Although he was far away, he was very happy to see it. He happily pointed at the Heyang soldiers who died in front of the formation and laughed happily. While laughing, he showed off to the people around him: "Look, look, look, this is

The fate of traitors is the fate of those who oppose us!"

Everyone around him also echoed the compliments, but before he could finish his words, the soldiers from Heyang in the distance began to fire arrows towards their formation to counterattack. Although they almost missed the target because of the distance, only sporadic and sparse arrows came, but he still gave the order immediately.

, let the warlocks retreat to the rear.

There were special soldiers at the back who had prepared drinks, cakes and comfortable seat covers for them, and treated them like nobility, even on the battlefield. This was a common practice for Eastern countries.

Just like the chariot battles in the Spring and Autumn Period, for various countries, the appearance of warlocks is more of a etiquette and performance nature, and the more important purpose is to suppress the opponent and lower morale.

Once it enters a real confrontation, no matter how powerful the magician is, he is just a mortal body, and most of them are weak and weak. They are no match for the fierce soldiers, so they lose their effectiveness.

Then Mu Zhiyong loudly ordered: "Gather the team, beat the drums, and march!"

The soldiers carrying the order immediately set out from the vicinity of the Chinese military chariot, carrying the order flag on their backs, and ran in all directions, passing the order down layer by layer along the gaps between the soldiers' array and the flag.

At this time, the tall war drum was beaten from the rear end of the huge chariot pulled by five war horses, and the rumbling sound spread throughout the valley and resounded in all directions.

As the drums became louder and louder, the soldiers began to move forward one after another, approaching the Heyang military formation in the distance. The Chinese chariots slowly moved forward under the pull of many horses.

When the distance got closer, Mu Zhiyong found that the Heyang soldiers did not retreat. He frowned. The troops in these small places were bolder than he thought, and they did not retreat.

And what kind of strange formation is they, with archers and warlocks on the left and right? Far outside the frontal infantry phalanx, with cavalry on the outside? And their number seems to be smaller, but in such a sparse formation, they are prepared to die.

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Mu Zhiyong's confidence increased greatly. These country people were not only bold, but also had no knowledge and no knowledge of fighting. His father mobilized troops and asked him to catch the dude named Wang Jian, but now it seems that it is just making a fuss out of a molehill! As long as he is allowed to lead Qiba

When the Baihu Guards come over, they can take that waste's head back and place it in front of their father, thus achieving great success.

When the time comes, what will Big Brother have to argue with him? Those old guys will be stubborn and have nothing to say.

Just as his mind was racing with thoughts, the frontline soldiers on both sides were already within a hundred steps, and arrows from the other side began to be thrown towards them. The soldiers on the frontline immediately raised their shields to defend themselves, and there was an endless stream of clanging sounds, sometimes mixed with arrows.

One scream after another.

Mu Zhiyong had a plan in his mind. They had more people than the other side at this time, but not too many. There were some soldiers staying in the rear military camp, and he brought out all the elites and recruited those who couldn't even listen to orders.

The peasants of the Qing Dynasty stayed behind and asked them to do chores such as collecting firewood, boiling water, and cooking, so as not to disturb the battle.

But his Tiger Guards in the middle army are the most elite soldiers in Maling, and they are far from comparable to those on the opposite side. As long as they rush over and engage in hand-to-hand combat, they will definitely defeat the sparsely formed Heyang Army on the opposite side.

So he gave the order in a loud voice: "Blow the drum again and march! Rush over directly without delay!"

At this time, the wind was blowing in the valley, flags were flying, the drums were getting louder and louder, the morale of the soldiers was getting higher and higher, and the distance between the two sides was getting closer.

One hundred steps, eighty steps, fifty steps, thirty steps

As the distance got closer and closer, the Maling army abandoned a few corpses and approached the enemy's infantry position.

Seeing that the most elite Tiger Guards were about to engage the enemy in hand-to-hand combat, Mu Zhiyong had already seen the old, weak, sick and disabled being torn to pieces and crushed.

But at this moment, the soldiers on the left and right flanks of the colorful Tiger Guard at the front slowed down one after another, gradually falling behind and making it difficult to move forward. They were unable to approach even after a distance of twenty or thirty steps. The formation also began to loosen up. Many left and right flags

They fell behind one after another.

"What's going on!" Mu Zhiyong frowned and asked loudly. The experienced veteran knight beside him told him: "The warlock's awakening technique! There are warlocks over there in Heyang."

Although the road ahead was difficult, the speed on the left and right was slowed down to allow the Tiger Guard in the middle to stand out. However, the Heyang soldier Mu Zhiyong, who looked fearful at the sight, did not give the order for the Chinese army to stop and reorganize the front.

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When the elite guard phalanx rushed a dozen steps in front of the position, suddenly the left and right sides of the river valley flashed with lights of various colors, and instantly the air was filled with colorful colors, filling the river valley and lighting up the dark red sky.

Before Mu Zhiyong realized what was going on, the veteran next to him had already shouted: "No, they have too many warlocks!"

As soon as the veteran finished speaking, the war horse neighed in fear. His horrified eyes could already see the various colorful magic spells in the distance piercing the air from both sides of the river valley, roaring from both sides of the north and south roads and rushing towards the protruding left and right wings of the Tiger Guard phalanx.
Chapter completed!