The two armies confronted each other. At the front of the formation, a black-clothed youth held two corpses in his hands. Before the cavalry behind him could charge, he tossed the corpses high into the air in Dong Zhuo's direction. When they fell to the ground, they turned into two puddles of mud. This provocation made the eight thousand cavalry behind the Dong banner gnash their teeth in anger. They tightened their grip on the spears in their hands, subconsciously clamping down on the bellies of their horses. These old soldiers who had been on the battlefield for a long time all took advantage of the gaps to grab their weapons. Once they were embedded in the formation, they would have a higher chance of killing and survival if they grabbed onto their machetes earlier. A large banner with red characters on a black background fluttered in the wind. To the Dong Army on the plains facing the wind, the warhorses' galloping speed was slowed to a certain degree. However, when the old soldiers raised their heads to look at the scarlet 'Dong' character, they immediately cleared their minds of distracting thoughts. As soon as General Dong gave the order, they would crush this weary army that was barely half their size into ashes.
Many of the cavalry silently chanted a simple ballad in their hearts: The sons of the Dong Family rode their swords, mounted their spears, and died beside their horses.
Dong Zhuo held a Green Spring Spear in his hand. It was once the treasure of Mount Carrying. After Dong Zhuo became his son-in-law, he was given away as a dowry by the Mount Carrying Mountain's mountain lord. There were eighteen cavalry behind Dong Zhuo. Their armor and armor were all normal, but unlike the Dong Cavalry, they all held spears in their hands and saddles. Their weapons were in their hands, and more than half of them had swords hanging from their waists. The eighteen cavalry didn't have the austere aura unique to old soldiers either. Their attitudes were relatively relaxed, but the commanding officers who were known for their arrogance didn't look down on them in the slightest. In particular, when they looked at the thin old man sitting on horseback empty-handed, they all felt a bit of reverence. After all, not everyone had the ability to sit on the second seat of Mount Carrying.
The youth began to run with a terrifyingly large black tiger. The Green Spring Spear in Dong Zhuo's hand was originally pointed to the ground, but it suddenly rose up and pointed forward.
The two armies charged at almost the same time. When the distance between the two cavalry armies was large enough, it didn't mean that whoever charged first would have the advantage. If the distance was too large, after a spurt of energy, morale would begin to decline, and the penetrative power of the first spear would also be damaged. However, in this battle, the distance between the two sides before the collision was enough to ensure that the speed and impact of the horses would be raised to the maximum.
The ground trembled under the hooves of the horses, and yellow sand filled the air.
The two streams of water moved forward at lightning speed.
In normal cavalry battles, regardless of whether it was whistling or shouting, the cavalry liked to make noises to strengthen their momentum when charging. In order to prevent the warhorses from retreating and damaging their speed, some of the cavalry troops who were skilled in horsemanship would throw out a cloth to cover the warhorses' eyes. However, the 4,000 Long Xiang Army and 8,000 Dong Zhuo Army were particularly abnormal. They did not make any unnecessary movements. The riders and warhorses rose and fell at the same time, filling the air with a silent rhythm of iron and blood. Led by eighteen riders, more than sixty Bubing Mountain martial artists, along with four thousand war riders, had already charged out. Dong Zhuo stopped his horse and stood still. Behind him were two thousand roaming riders, while the other two thousand roaming riders circled around in an arc, avoiding the front. From the left and right, in an awl formation, they pierced toward the relatively weak Long Xiang Army.
Dong Zhuo waited quietly for the final decision.
The first time the two sides came into contact, both sides penetrated the flesh and bones.
A Dragon Elephant Rider and a Dong Family cavalryman pierced through their breastplates at almost the same time. Their warhorses continued to charge forward, abandoning their spears and pulling out their blades. When the two passed by, they each hacked out with their blades. The Dragon Elephant Rider chopped off the northern barbarian's head with his blade, ignoring the heavy injury. He tilted his head to avoid the spear. Just as he was about to risk his life to hack out with his blade, the Dong Family cavalryman behind him knocked him down with a spear. The spear was squeezed out in an arc in the air. Before the Beiliang cavalryman died, he threw out his cold blade with one hand and grabbed the spear with the other, not allowing the spear tip to be pulled out of his body. The enemy cavalryman let go of his blade, flicking away the cold blade that was flying towards him, and continued to charge forward silently.
There were two cavalrymen who collided with their horses. The warhorses' skulls were smashed on the spot. The cavalrymen leaped up from their horses and used the momentum to stab their enemies in the chest. Both sides fell back at the same time, but they still held onto their spears. Before they could fight on foot, the cavalrymen from both sides were ready to pierce their skulls with their spears.
Cavalry with astonishing strength could pierce the enemy's cavalrymen down with their spears. They used the remaining momentum of the warhorses' charge to pull out their spears and kill again. A Dragon Elephant Rider ruthlessly pierced through the chests of two northern barbarians. When the two corpses fell from their horses, they still scuttled together like candied haws.
He clamped a sharp spear under his armpit and twisted the Dong Family cavalryman who didn't decisively throw away his spear at the first moment off his horse. He then chopped off half of his head and his entire shoulder.
There were also Beimang cavalrymen who fell off their horses and were seriously injured but didn't die. They still chopped off the legs of Beiliang's horses before they died.
The two armies strangled each other. In an instant, victory and defeat were decided. Apart from a few officers who excelled in horse fighting and didn't abandon their spears and spears, continuously killing the enemy cavalrymen as they charged forward, it was simply impossible for a cavalryman to advance slowly and be surrounded by more than ten cavalrymen and be swept away by his spear. It was even more impossible for a cavalryman to turn around and fight another several dozen rounds just because he ran into an evenly matched enemy general. There was only one exception. In the middle of this long battle line, there was still a huge hollow circle that defied common sense. Previously, when the black-clothed youth leaped into the air, he was slapped in the chest by a thin old man who didn't have any weapons in his hands. He fell to the ground with a loud bang. Then, he was entangled by eighteen cavalrymen, either on horseback or off their horses. As long as a general personally entered the enemy's line, he was always a striking figure who was destined to be attacked by tides in the Spring and Autumn Period. This kind of character would become a big chopping board nearby, with layers of flesh and blood stacked on top of each other. After the black-clothed and barefoot Xu Longxiang led his army into Beimang, even though he had been deliberately intercepted at the tiled building, it was still not until today that he was truly stopped in his tracks.
The green-clothed old man was Gong Pu, who was second only to one person in Mount Bubing. His internal force was vigorous, and he practiced martial arts with the master of Mount Bubing all year round. The other seventeen cavalrymen were all brave men of Mount Bubing, not to mention there were more than forty Penglai Cauldron Carrying Slaves of Mount Bubing. Each of them was ten feet tall and born with the strength of an ox. After practicing martial arts, they soaked themselves in medicine vats and tempered themselves to the realm of fake Vajra. Unfortunately, they encountered Xu Longxiang who was born with Vajra. As long as they were torn apart by the youth, they would end up being dismembered. In the big circle, there were already more than a dozen Penglai Slaves with missing arms and legs lying on the ground. At this time, Xu Longxiang ignored the sword of a Mount Bubing swordsman who stabbed him in the back and punched a Cauldron Carrying Slave in the chest. He slowly pulled out the heart and threw it on the ground. The middle-aged swordsman was shocked when the sharp sword pierced the youth's back. He clearly did not rely on the Qi Ji to resist the sharp weapon. He immersed himself in the sword for thirty years and was quite conceited. He stabbed the youth's back with the sword in his hand, but no matter how much Sword Qi he added, it could not penetrate the youth's flesh. The black-clothed youth was slow at times and fast at times. He thought that the green sword was not sharp enough, so he leaned back and took the initiative to move closer to the green light lingering on the tip of the sword. Before the swordsman could let go of the sword, the slightly famous sharp sword in Jianghu was bent in an instant and then broke. The youth leaned back too fast. Not only did the swordsman's sword break, but his whole body was knocked away. His chest was shattered into a mess. He floated backward and fell into the yellow soil, dead.
The black tiger looked up to the sky and roared. Under its claws, it clasped the blurred corpse of a Penglai giant. With a light hook, the corpse was smashed and blood soaked the yellow sand.
The black tiger pounced on the next burly giant that was closest to it.
Gong Pu, who was not in a hurry to fight with the black-clothed youth in close combat, saw this and shouted angrily, "Evil beast!"
The black tiger was hit by Gong Pu's palm and flew to the side. After landing, it still slid for fifty or sixty feet. When it stood up, shaking its head, a warrior of Mount Bibing stabbed it with a spear. The spear stabbed into the black tiger's back for a foot. The black tiger did not feel the pain at all. It sank into the ground on all fours. After accumulating strength, it pounced on both the man and the horse. The spear-wielding knight's waist was bitten by the black tiger under Qi Xuanzhen's mount. It was a shocking sight. The Divine Beast, who was beaten down on the Demon Slaying Platform and recognized the black-clothed youth as its master, swung its tail as hard as iron. The Penglai Slave on the back had a bloody wound from head to chest. It pounced on another giant that was not afraid of death. The latter's face was flushed red. He held the black tiger's mouth and did not let it bite him. The black tiger's whole head smashed down, breaking the giant's arm and smashing his head into the soil.
Gong Pu, with a face full of anger, rushed over and kicked the black tiger again. More than a dozen of Liang Mang's cavalry rolled down.
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