The sharp axes that whistled through the air and then fell deeply into the warhorses' heads, cutting off the grassland cavalrymen's arms. Along with a sudden muffled howl, countless warhorses fell to the ground miserably and the grassland men on the warhorses also fell to the ground miserably.
Death and blood did not destroy the grassland cavalrymen's will to fight. Instead, it made the elite cavalrymen under the direct command of the Left King's Palace more aggressive. They waved the machetes in their hands and roared as they charged forward against the rain of axes.
Contrary to the almost crazy grassland cavalrymen, the Desolate Man soldiers had remained silent since the beginning of the battle. Whether it was running at high speed, dodging the rain of arrows, falling to the ground due to injuries, or throwing the flying axes with all their strength, they kept their lips tightly shut. On the battlefield that was filled with blood and broken limbs, the silence was even more terrifying.
However, if there were bystanders at the edge of the battlefield, in their eyes, the grassland cavalrymen who were charging forward with wild roars had far surpassed the silent Desolate Man soldiers in terms of momentum.
The black tides formed by the grassland cavalrymen finally approached the silent Desolate Man soldiers and collided with them for the first time. What was incredible was that the silent Desolate Man soldiers, who appeared to be lacking momentum, were not scattered by the heavy cavalry. They stood in the black tide like reefs and were not scattered!
A young Desolate Man soldier squatted down and slashed his long saber from his waist. The grassland cavalrymen who were charging towards him were shocked and suddenly lowered their heads. The warhorse under them screamed and its two front legs were neatly chopped off.
A strong Desolate Man soldier looked at the grassland cavalrymen who were charging towards him. He stepped forward with his right foot, lowered his body and bent his waist, and slammed into them with his shoulder. No matter how one looked at it, a human body hitting a horse was suicidal. However, this strong Desolate Man's shoulder was as hard as steel. The angle he chose to hit was so accurate that he just avoided the cavalry's machete and hit the warhorse's front leg, the shoulder blade, the most vulnerable part.
There was a muffled howl from a man or a horse. The warhorse neighed and rolled over. The grassland cavalryman on the horse perfectly demonstrated his riding skills at this moment. He flipped over and got off the saddle, avoiding the tragic ending of being crushed by the heavy warhorse. However … just as his feet landed on the ground, the strong Desolate Man soldier's long saber came whistling and chopped off his head!
Splash!
The black tide formed by the grassland cavalrymen came over. The Desolate Man soldier stood in the black tide with his long saber in his hand and was instantly engulfed. But after a while, the black tide splashed with countless waves of blood. However, these mature and naive Desolate Man soldiers once again surfaced and faced the second tide with blood all over their bodies.
The tide overflowed the reef and then slowly receded. The reef still stood silently by the sea, as if it would never be washed away by the tide even after millions of years!
The Desolate warriors were not senseless reefs. In the face of the black tide of grassland cavalries, they did not choose to remain silent forever and fight recklessly. Instead, they made a second response at the fastest speed.
Their feet, which were tied with animal skins, ran quickly on the grassland that had hardened due to the cold. Bringing grass and dirt with them, the Desolate Man warriors were like countless shadows weaving through the black tide of grassland cavalries.
They avoided the accurate arrows, the sharp machetes, and the impact of the warhorses. They stayed close to each other tacitly and surrounded the grassland cavalrymen in the middle of the black tide in groups of five.
The scene was wonderful. The black tide of the grassland cavalrymen had flooded the entire battlefield, but they could not engulf these Desolate Man soldiers in the shortest time. And those Desolate Man soldiers did not care about the sabers and arrows behind them. They did not care about the grassland cavalrymen who were surrounded by five people. Some of them waved their long sabers and rushed up silently and fiercely. The long sabers were sharp and cut through the air. Their feet flashed like the wind. Wherever blood splashed, some grassland cavalrymen fell from their saddles and were instantly cut into pieces by the saber wind.
The grassland cavalrymen on the periphery and the cavalrymen who had already rushed past the battle line could not make any effective rescue. They tried their best to shoot the arrows, but the number of Desolate Man soldiers they could kill was extremely limited.
With their horrifying close defense power and unimaginable running speed, the battle on the vast grassland, which should have been one-sided or even a massacre between the cavalrymen and the infantry, was developing in an incredible direction.
In fact, since the Desolate Man tribe moved south and began to fight with the Left-Tent Khan's tribe, this scene, which was completely against the grassland cavalrymen's fighting philosophy, had been playing out.
The most terrible thing in a battle was not failure, but when you found that the ideas you had learned in the past battles and the most effective fighting methods suddenly became ineffective. This kind of mental blow could directly make people lose their confidence in fighting. In the previous battles, the grassland cavalrymen had suffered a crushing defeat because of this inexplicable mental panic. Every time they launched a seemingly foolproof charge, they found that the charge did not have any effect. Instead, they became the targets of those thin Desolate Men. No matter how strong the troops were and how strict the battlefield discipline was, they could not stop the subsequent collapse.
According to the process of the previous battles, the grassland cavalrymen should have had a nervous breakdown at this time, and then they would withdraw from the battlefield in a panic. Then they would gather again to rest and recover their spirit and physical strength, and wait for the next charge. Then they would collapse and fail again … But today's situation was obviously a little different.
The cavalrymen who were surrounded by the Desolate Man soldiers on foot did not collapse. They had long been mentally prepared for the outcome of death, so they burst out with extremely fearless courage and desperately waved the machetes in their hands before dying. Although they could not avoid falling under the long machetes of the Desolate Man soldiers in the end, the Desolate Man soldiers often had to pay a higher price to kill a grassland cavalryman than the previous times.
Around the central battlefield where the blood waves were dense, the grassland cavalrymen who were supposed to support their trapped comrades did not hesitate to lift the reins and leave after hearing a low horn. They did not care that their companions were falling under the siege of the Desolate Man soldiers. Instead, they divided into two teams at the fastest speed and left the central battlefield in the east and west direction.
The huge waves that were crashing against the reef suddenly split into two, leaving only the remnant waves in the middle that were still stuck to the black reef. And behind the fork where the two teams of grassland cavalrymen separated, a gorgeous carriage came slowly.
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The carriage was decorated with gold and silver and looked extremely gorgeous. In the middle of the carriage was a round plate made of refined steel. The lines on the plate were so dense that they seemed to be even more complicated than the hundreds of millions of stars in the night sky.
On both sides of the metal plate stood two expressionless grassland brawny men who were wearing heavy metal armors and holding heavy and sharp machetes in their hands. The countries of the Central Plains strictly controlled the output of salt and iron. It was extremely rare to see full-metal heavy armors on the grassland here. The soldiers who were qualified to wear heavy armors must be the bravest and most powerful warriors with the highest status in each palace.
Today, the task of these two most powerful warriors of the Left Khan's Palace of the grassland was not to fight, but to protect the metal plate on the carriage and the person sitting on the plate.
There was a skinny old man sitting on the metal plate. The old man was wearing a golden royal costume with an agate ring on his left finger and a rune painted with wolf's blood between his eyebrows, which told everyone his identity: He was one of the seven most respected Grand Wizards of the Left Khan's Palace.
The old sorcerer expressionlessly looked at the warriors who were still fighting on the grassland in the distance, his withered lips moved rapidly, his skinny ten fingers continuously tapped on the metal disc, like the beating of a war drum, mixed with the incantation that was spat out from his lips, as if it had an extremely magical power.
In the originally azure sky, a cloud suddenly floated over, just in time to block the pale sun, casting a shadow on the bloody grassland at the center of the battlefield.
At that moment, some of the older Desolate Man warriors had noticed that the grassland cavalrymen were behaving strangely today. When they noticed that the grassland cavalrymen, who were supposed to attack them desperately, suddenly drove to the periphery, leaving nearly a thousand of their companions behind, with a few deep shouts, the Desolate Man warriors sped up the process of reaping the enemy's lives, while the 200 Desolate Man warriors near the north quickly followed the two teams of cavalrymen and rushed to the periphery.
However, at the moment when the cloud covered the sun and the shadow covered the grassland, the Desolate Man warriors suddenly found that they could no longer catch up with the grassland cavalrymen who had driven to the periphery and began to wander along the big circle and shoot arrows again. Because their most terrifying running speed had suddenly slowed down a lot.
The reason why the running speed of the Desolate Man warriors slowed down was that the hard grassland under their feet suddenly became soft!
The uprooted grass roots gradually seeped into the mud, and the broken weapons left on the surface of the grass began to sink into the mud. Their feet were also sinking. When they ran, their feet stepped heavily into the grassland, and it took a lot of effort to pull them out. The grassland in the center of the battlefield seemed to have become a swamp!
The Desolate Man warriors who had been silent and determined finally had a change of expression at this moment. They firmly believed that they could win all the battles, but today they had entered the battle that the grassland cavalrymen had planned, and they did not know what would happen next. Although the surface of the grassland they were in had turned into a soft swamp, and it was not like quicksand that could swallow people and horses, it was difficult for them to keep their balance on the soft ground. Their legs were deeply sunk into the ground, and they could not exert their terrifying running speed.
For thousands of years, they had been chasing snow wolves and snow deer by the boundless Hot Sea. The Desolate Man's feet had become tireless, fast, and extremely durable wolf feet. They were their most powerful weapons. However, today their weapons suddenly became useless. They could not catch up with the grassland cavalrymen who were wandering around. What was more terrifying was that they could no longer avoid arrows like before, or at least prevent the enemy's arrows from hitting their vital parts!
Swoosh swoosh!
The palace cavalrymen who had wandered to the periphery of the grassland regrouped as fast as they could. They divided into two groups of more than a thousand cavalrymen and galloped in opposite directions at high speed. At the same time, they nocked their bows and shot arrows at the Desolate Man warriors who were surrounded in the middle!
With a puff, a sharp arrow shot into the chest of a young Desolate Man. He frowned in pain and pulled out the arrow from his chest. However, before he could raise the long knife in his hand, a second arrow, a third arrow, and more arrows shot into his body … Finally, the young man slowly knelt on the ground with his eyes wide open, unwilling and painful. His knees sank into the soft ground, and then he fell forward.
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(I adjusted my biological clock so much that I wanted to die. There were four blackouts in the afternoon, which made me feel like I wanted to die. I was afraid that there would be another blackout later, so I wrote 3,000 words and updated it first. There will be another chapter later … Also, the monthly ticket will be doubled from the 29th. This, this, we will talk about it later.) (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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