Unlike the screaming Huns, the soldiers of Modao Army were silent one by one, quietly waiting for the enemy to come.
After the battle at Heifengkou, these surviving soldiers had long developed an iron will.
They are real evil ghosts crawling out of hell. They survived in despair. Their temperament is naturally completely different from these impetuous Huns.
The Huns' horses were getting faster and faster, and Yuan Qing had already lowered his body.
In this way, you can use your helmet and back armor to block all the arrows, so that they will not hurt your face through the gaps in the visor.
Although I don’t rely on my reputation to make a living, it’s not a problem to be disliked by those women every time I go out to drink wine!
After several adjustments, the weight of the plate armor was now only 70% of its original value, but the protective power became even stronger.
Although it is said that the thickness of the plates at certain key positions is simply adjusted and the heat treatment process is added, the strength is not the same!
What's more, under Liu Deng's constant guidance, not only did the armor leaves fit the bodies of the Modao Army soldiers more closely, but every position was also made into an arc shape as much as possible, because this could minimize the impact on the soldiers. The damage they cause to their bodies.
In Liu Deng’s words, it is more in line with ergonomic mechanics.
Although the weight is only reduced by 30%, it is enough to allow the soldiers of Modao Army to fight for a longer period of time.
When the distance between the two sides was only eighty steps, the Huns finally fired their first round of arrows.
I have to say, this accuracy is actually pretty good. At a distance of eighty steps, about 70% of the arrows could hit the Modao Army soldiers.
It can be seen that the archery skills of the Huns soldiers are indeed enough for them to be proud of.
But the problem is that the equipment of the two sides is too far apart, and the Huns' backward bows and arrows cannot cause any harm to them.
The Huns' bows and arrows could only leave a shallow mark on the bodies of the Modao soldiers, and there was nothing left in the end.
By the time the Huns reacted, they were only fifty steps away from the Modao soldiers. Unfaithful, they shot their second arrow again.
This time the distance between the two sides was closer. With their accuracy, they certainly aimed at the soldiers' eyebrows.
According to their past experience, even if the Han soldiers were protected by helmets, the Huns' arrows would be enough to penetrate the helmets at this distance.
But what disappointed them was that the helmets worn by these Modao Army soldiers were different from those of other Han troops.
With Liu Deng's frantic attitude, how could he relax the protection of the most important parts of these soldiers' bodies?
All helmets are cast from molten steel at one time, and after being cast, they are also quenched, which greatly enhances the helmet's hardness and flexibility.
Therefore, these arrows full of hope of the Huns once again failed...
"The Han army is mighty!"
Yuan Qing shouted, then waved the Mo Dao in his hand and charged back towards the Huns' formation.
"The Han army is mighty!"
The soldiers of the Modao Army followed closely behind, forming a neat military formation and heading towards the Huns' formation to cover up and kill them!
Compared with the Han army, it is rare for these Huns to have a complete set of leather armor.
When the two sides officially collided, those scimitars that carried the glory of the Huns finally gloriously lost their function...
How can plate armor, an armor whose entire body is forged from steel, be so crude that only a scimitar weighing three to five kilograms can break through the defense?
When he rushed towards the Huns, seeing that the two sides were only ten steps away, Yuan Qing suddenly dwarfed, swung the Mo Dao in his hand and headed towards the horse's legs in front of him.
"puff--"
Several war horses that rushed in front of Yuan Qing suffered disaster immediately.
The Mo Dao has two sides, and the tip looks a bit like a three-pointed two-edged knife. It can be said that this is an out-and-out sharp weapon!
In order to save the soldiers' physical strength to the greatest extent, the handle of the Mo Dao used by ordinary soldiers was made of iron wood, but the Mo Dao in Yuan Qing's hand was specially made.
This thing was made exactly according to his requirements. The entire Mo Dao weighs fifty-three kilograms, which can be said to be more than three times the weight of the Mo Dao used by ordinary soldiers!
After he rounded it up, he cut it on the horse's leg, which was almost like cutting tofu!
Yuan Qing didn't even feel any pause in the Mo Dao in his hand, and several horses were injured and fell to the ground.
He didn't even need to worry about the knights on horseback. At such a high speed, they suddenly fell off their horses. In a short period of time, they couldn't even get up.
"kill--"
Yuan Qing aimed at Mutulu this time, waved the Mo Dao in his hand regardless, and rushed towards Mutulu not far away.
Along the way, all the Hun soldiers he encountered were chopped down by him with one strike. The Mo Dao itself was extremely heavy, and with the blessing of his strength, he would kill them with just one strike!
The bloody killing completely shocked the Huns who were watching, and also made the Huns in the scene feel desperate.
Of course, there are a few exceptions, like Mutulu. This kind of person with a weak brain but infinite power is indeed an invincible general on the battlefield.
Especially the mace he was wielding in his hand. Even the soldiers of the Modao Army wearing heavy armor were unable to bear the stick.
After all, his strength was so great that when he was caught off guard, several soldiers were even sent flying several feet away by his blow.
"Look at the knife!"
Yuan Qing laughed strangely, turned around suddenly, and used all his strength to slash Mutulu's shoulder with his knife.
Mutulu, this guy, was a bit confused at first, but when he saw Yuan Qing slashing it with his sword, he actually waved his mace and faced Yuan Qing's Mo Dao.
"puff--"
Yuan Qing's Mo Dao itself was specially made, and the blade was specially made thick.
Both sides tried their best. With this sword strike, how could the wooden mace in Mutulu's hand resist the murderous weapon in Yuan Qing's hand?
When he reacted, the mace in his hand had been broken into two pieces, but the Mo Dao in Yuan Qing's hand still had terrifying power, and he slashed hard on his shoulder!
The huge force went directly from his shoulders to his ribs, cutting him into two pieces.
In less than a cup of tea, this boring killing was over...
Except for the few unlucky ones who were whipped away by Mutulu's stick, the remaining Modao Army soldiers were not to mention injured. There were even some who didn't even grab an opponent. The war was over...
The ground was littered with corpses, and the smell of blood was everywhere. Many of the Modao Army soldiers were soaked red with blood. The bastard Gouzi even had half of his intestines wrapped around his feet.
He didn't mind being in the way, so he just dragged it, walking back and forth among the corpses on the ground.
Looking at the corpses of those ferocious-looking Huns, Gouzi felt pity for a moment. This shouldn't be considered a military merit of beheading, right?
Otherwise, they would have made a small fortune today...
