Ma Jiamen: I was forced to fight for supremacy

Chapter 152: Heavy Cavalry Breaking Through the Formation

Ma Zhan looked at the dozen or so cavalrymen around him.

The murderous aura emanating from them proves that each of them is the elite of the army.

The first time I picked up the Tang Dynasty's Mo Dao, it was about two meters long and weighed about a hundred pounds.

The blade was about one meter long and emitted a cold light.

Only a tough guy picked from thousands of strong can wield this knife. It is worthy of being the king of cold weapons that can break horse harness.

With the arrival of other soldiers, Ma Zhan had a direct understanding of the Tang Dynasty's army.

Apart from the dozen or so suicide squads at the front of the team, the soldiers behind them were also murderous and well-trained.

The troops were assembled, and a mighty bearded man, holding a huge lance and riding a majestic warhorse, slowly came.

The oppressive feeling that comes at me is like a moving iron tower.

This must be Qin Qiong. The Hu Lei Bo under his crotch is indeed extraordinary.

The overall appearance is the same as the original owner's memory, but not as handsome as in the TV series.

"Open the city gate~~"

Qin Qiong shouted, and the thousand-pound city gate creaked open slowly.

Ma Zhan only felt a sticky wind mixed with blood mist blowing, and a strong feeling of suffocation came over him.

The strong smell of blood made Ma Zhan dare not breathe deeply.

Following Qin Qiong, everyone slowly walked out of the city gate.

Ma Zhan's grip on the Mo Dao suddenly tightened, and his scalp felt numb.

Is this what a battlefield looks like?

Corpses of various shapes were piled one on top of the other.

The horse's hooves could only walk on the broken limbs and arms. The sticky blood stuck to the horse's hooves, pulling out strands of red silk threads.

Young men who dream of becoming generals should come here first to see that the real battlefield is not what is shown on TV.

Ma Zhan always felt that he had a strong psychological endurance, when he saw this scene.

What is his psychological endurance? He is on the verge of collapse.

The pale-faced Gouzi looked around at the soldiers who looked fine.

The old uncle, perhaps to reassure the dog, smiled at him and then patted his horse's butt.

It means to let the dog follow behind you.

At this moment, Ma Zhan was doubting whether the creatures around him were human beings.

I have lost the ability to think, yet there are still people who can laugh.

"Soldiers, do you see the enemy's center?

Follow me and plant the Tang Dynasty flag there."

Qin Qiong's high-pitched voice brought Ma Zhan back to reality from his trance.

Looking up, the military tents stretching for more than ten miles are so spectacular.

There are over ten thousand soldiers, and they are boundless.

There were over a hundred thousand soldiers, and the military tents stood there like a city.

Qin Qiong took out his visor and put it on his face. Gou Zi and the soldiers put on their visors one after another.

The sunlight shining on the black mask made it look like a group of evil spirits coming out of hell, choosing people to devour.

"Kill~~"

Qin Qiong's loud shout completely ignited the blood of all the soldiers.

“Kill, kill, kill…”

Suddenly, the sound of thunder and lightning sounded, and then the earth began to tremble.

Nearly a thousand heavily armored cavalry charged forward, like the scythe of the god of death, swinging towards Dou Jiande's army.

At this moment in the horse battle, I wish I could have a God's perspective to see what a spectacular scene it is when the heavy cavalry charges.

Emotions are contagious.

Ma Zhan, sitting on his steed, was influenced by his comrades and his adrenaline surged.

His brain was no longer afraid, or rather, he had completely forgotten about fear.

He tightly grasped the Mo Dao in his hand, wanting only to kill whoever appeared in front of him.

All the soldiers' horses raced to their maximum speed.

There was naturally a distance between each ride.

Looking down from the air, these one thousand Tang army cavalry were like a sharp arrow, piercing straight into Dou Jiande's army.

Qin Qiong, as the spearhead, bore the brunt of the attack. His horse lance weighing several hundred kilograms swept through the army, and a fan-shaped vacuum zone with a radius of one hundred meters instantly appeared in front of the horse.

Ma Zhan was just charging forward and did not see the scene of Qin Qiong descending from heaven.

The eyes behind the black mask had turned scarlet.

Finally, the Mo Dao in his hand encountered the first ghost.

He was a teenage soldier who was frightened by the sudden appearance of a group of demons.

He dropped the weapon in his hand and wanted to escape from this terrible place.

Saving one's life is human instinct, and the soldier was right.

However, the Mo Dao, which represented death, still chopped into his right shoulder and cut out from the left side of his abdomen.

In the last moment of his remaining consciousness, he weakly tried to touch the missing half of his body.

The Mo Dao cut into the flesh, broke the bones, and stirred up blood.

The war horses knocked the enemies away and crushed their heads with their hooves.

These brutal, bloody and violent scenes deeply stimulated Ma Zhan's nerves.

The most primitive violent gene of human beings awakens, and the adrenaline in the body reaches a threshold.

Ma Zhan went crazy, or to be more precise, Gou Zi went crazy.

At this moment, Gou Zi's body overcame Ma Zhan's mind, and he began to get excited and tremble.

He frantically urged the warhorse under him, wielded the Mo Dao in his hand, and ruthlessly harvested one life after another.

"Om~~"

A strange sound of a bowstring stimulated Ma Zhan's nerves and he regained control of his body.

"Dragon Flip Hand"

Ma Zhan held the Mo Dao in one hand and grabbed an arrow the size of a short spear in front of him with his right hand.

The flat, shovel-like arrowhead was only a few centimeters away from the eyes behind the visor.

If you don't have the dragon hand, grab the arrow shaft in time.

The flying arrow was about to penetrate the dog's eyes and exit from the back of its head.

The right hand that was scratched by the arrow touched the arrow and found a little bump on it, as if there was some mark engraved on it.

Three words that were familiar to Gouzi but unfamiliar to Ma Zhan flooded his mind.

"The Eagle Shooter~"

The arrow shot by the archer marked the beginning of Dou Jiande's army's resistance.

A rain of arrows covered the charging heavy cavalry, and the arrows landed on the armor of the Tang cavalry, causing it to break apart.

Ma Zhan didn't care about these insignificant and scattered arrows.

That "sniper" is the real threat.

Judging from the angle from which the arrow was shot, the sniper should be right in front.

Ma Zhan shouted with all his might.

"Be careful of the enemy's archers."

"Buzz, buzz~~"

Hidden among the scattered arrows, the strange sound of bowstrings was heard again.

Almost at the same time, three long arrows formed a triangle and shot towards the leading Qin Qiong.

Perhaps Ma Zhan's suggestion worked, the lance in Qin Qiong's hand rotated, forming a thick air wall, and the long arrow was shattered by the air wall.

The next moment, Qin Qiong threw the lance in his hand out.

The huge horse lance moved forward fearlessly, and its domineering power tore the passing soldiers into pieces.

"Bang~"

The horse lance penetrated a low stone wall and pierced through the chest of the sculptor with undiminished force.

The huge inertia carried the Archer more than ten meters away and nailed him to the ground.

In just two breaths, Hu Leibo's front hooves crushed the Archer's head, and the horse lance returned to Qin Qiong's hands.