Explosions, roars, and screams filled my ears.
The smell of gunpowder smoke, blood, stomach sourness, and odor enters the nose.
There was lightning and thunder, smoke filled the air, and choking sounds everywhere.
Boom, boom, boom, thunder and thunder exploded.
The ground is no longer the original white color of snow. The red of blood, the black of gun smoke, and the yellow of the earth are mixed with each other.
People and horses fell to the ground in pieces, which heightened the atmosphere of the battlefield.
But after all, only a few fell, and most of the rebel cavalry were still galloping.
The rebel cavalry were indeed brave, wielding spears, swords, and hammers, and launched round after round of attacks against the monsters.
Not to be outdone, the monster chariots launched iron cannons, shadowless cannons, crossbows, and thunderbolts one after another.
Yang Rong and Yang De are brothers, and they are also the corps commander and deputy corps commander of a charging monster.
They were holding long-handled swords in their hands, sitting on the outermost side of the chariot, fighting with the rebels.
Both sides are attacking at full speed, competing for speed, strength, and weapons.
A rebel heavy cavalry brandished a spear and stabbed Yang Rong fiercely.
He was not afraid at all when he saw the opponent holding a broadsword in his hand, because he was very tall and wearing iron armor.
Yang Rong smiled coldly, and slashed hard at the opponent with the long-handled sword in his hand.
With a bang, the opponent's spear shaft was cut off by him.
Not to mention cutting it off, his sword didn't use up its remaining power and cut through the opponent's armor, exposing the flesh inside.
The rebel felt severe pain in his stomach. Knowing that he was seriously injured, he hurriedly rode away.
Yang Rong wanted to give the opponent a knife, but another rebel came at him with a long-handled sword.
He had no choice but to take the big knife in his hand and chop at the rebel.
With a bang, both sides slashed with all their strength, sparks flying everywhere.
The rebel was not willing to give in. He roared and slashed with his knife again.
With a clang, the two swords met each other again.
The rebel felt a lightness in his hand, and his face changed drastically. It turned out that only half of his sword was left.
Yang Rong already knew the result. The sword in his hand was not an ordinary sword, but a Hu-killing sword.
This broadsword not only uses high temperature to extract fire, but also contains manganese, making it far sharper than the Tubo broadsword.
Yang Rong cut him off, and the rebel screamed.
Not only was the leather armor cut open, but the ribs inside were exposed.
He could only hug the war horse's neck and desperately escape from the place of right and wrong.
The rebel had just left on horseback, and the rebel behind him was impatient to kill.
This rebel is not holding a broadsword, but an ax similar to a Xuanhua ax.
Seeing that the sword on his side was no match for the opponent, he chose the axe.
Compared with the thin sword, this heavy ax is different.
He roared and struck Yang Rong with the ax in his hand.
The ax was heavier than the broadsword, but Yang Rongjiao did not fight head-on.
He was concentrating, and the sword in his hand was pointed at the opponent's hands, cutting directly towards the rebel's hands.
The great ax of the rebel heavy cavalry is more powerful than the broadsword, but it has a weakness, that is, it is not as long as Yang Rong's long-handled broadsword.
If the rebels had a head-on fight with Yang Rong, their hands might be chopped off before the ax was struck.
The rebels had no choice but to withdraw their axes and slash at Yang Rong's handle.
Yang Rong smiled coldly, stirred hard, and the sword and ax made a clanging sound.
The rebels didn't know why Yang Rong did this, so they had to hold the ax tightly in their hands to prevent the ax from being knocked off by the opponent.
Yang Rong was waiting for this moment. He was stirring to disturb the opponent's sight, and he was also accumulating strength.
He shouted loudly at this time and hit the opponent's arm with the back of the knife.
The rebel almost shed tears of pain and tears. He could no longer hold the ax in his hand and dropped it to the ground.
The rebels did not have axes in their hands, but iron swords in their hands.
But Yang Rong's hard blow just now almost broke the rebel's bones.
He reluctantly tried to pull out the iron sword, but the war horse had already run in front of the monster, so he could only sigh.
The rebel behind was also a heavy cavalryman with a big axe. Before Yang Rong could take it back, he slashed hard at Yang Rong with the big ax in his hand.
Yang Rong had no time to take it back, so he had to fight hard, and the sword and ax made a clanging sound.
The opponent was slashing with all his strength, so Yang Rong had no choice but to fight hard.
With a clang, the big ax shook the big knife away.
The rebels laughed loudly and slashed at Yang Rong with the ax in their hands.
There was originally a distance between the two, but the horse moved forward and just made up for the gap.
The rebel heavy cavalry was overjoyed. He believed that as long as he waited for two more breaths, the opponent would surely die under his big axe.
With a bang, the ax suddenly fell from the rebel's hand, and a crossbow arrow was stuck in his arm.
It turns out that the monster chariot held a bed crossbow and shot it in time, saving Yang Rong with a sword at the critical moment.
Yang Rong was not polite and swiped the sword in his hand. The rebel heard a click from his arm, which was obviously broken. ..
The heavy cavalry behind the rebels held a long-handled sword and slashed at Yang Rong again.
Yang Rong had just withdrawn his sword, and the swords of the two collided fiercely, making a banging sound.
The two slashed hard several times, and the rebel couldn't help but be overjoyed that the opponent's knife edge had been curled up.
When Yang Rong saw that the weapon had no advantage, he had an idea and slashed hard at the horse.
Although the war horse was wearing armor, it was not iron armor, so it was heavily chopped off its neck with a broadsword.
The war horse screamed in pain, swayed a few times, and almost fell down.
The rebels missed Yang Rong and swayed a few times, hitting the monster horse, creating a lose-lose situation.
Although Yang Rong defeated several rebels in succession, his weapons were also damaged.
The smile that had just appeared on the rebel's face turned into a bitter smile.
His sword was even more severely injured and was only half in length.
Before Yang Rong could use up his remaining strength, he cut off the opponent's ribs, revealing the dense white bones.
However, he did not use a weapon at this time and hit the opponent's horse.
When Yang Rong killed the tenth rebel, he felt that he had reached the end.
Not only was his arm sore and weak, but the blade of the sword was also completely curled up.
The rebels behind laughed and slashed at him with the big knife in their hands.
Yang Rong sighed and had no choice but to raise the sword in his hand and do his best.
He was covered in blood, both the rebels' and his own.
Yang Rong was wounded in at least ten places by the rebels, and some even injured his ribs.
The monster war horse is also covered in blood, not only with the blood of the rebels, but also with its own blood.
The monster chariot has a total of eight horses, four of which have been injured, and the monster chariot has slowed down unknowingly.
At this time, the rebels were overjoyed. The deputy commander of the heavy cavalry shouted backwards: "The Han people's weapons are not good, and the monsters are not good enough. Go up and kill them."
"The Han people's weapons are weak, and the monsters are also weak. Go up and kill them." The other rebel heavy cavalry couldn't help but feel their morale soaring. They shouted while charging towards the monster horses.
The commander of the 5,000-thousand cavalry, Wangdui Tsering, and the deputy commander of the 5,000-thousand cavalry, Jiayang Lobsang, beat the war drums desperately and shouted at the same time: "The Han people are not good at weapons, and the monsters are also fast. Go up and kill them."
"The Han people's weapons are weak, and the monsters are also weak. Go up and kill them." About three thousand rebel heavy cavalry and light cavalry shouted one after another, and their voices seemed to be heard everywhere.
Rumble, rumble, rumble, all the rebel cavalry mounted their horses and rushed towards the monster war horse.
Now, not only the monster chariot's horse was seriously injured, but its guard was also seriously injured, and the knife edge had been rolled up.
No matter how powerful the Han people are, a broadsword without an edge is like a tiger without teeth.
Although the monster firearms were still firing, it was difficult to save the Han war horses.
When the Han lost their war horses, the living monsters became dead monsters.
Besides, there aren't many monsters, only a dozen or so.
There are still three thousand rebel cavalry, which is more than a hundred times more than the monsters.
Even the cavalry and the ants, the ants will kill the monster, the elephant.
Moreover, the rebels not only had cavalry, but also thousands of infantry.
As long as they capture these monsters, they can use these monsters to counterattack the city gate.
You know, these monsters are invulnerable, and they are not afraid of arrows.
Captain Deji Phuntsok even beat the war drum and shouted desperately: "Take down the monster and attack the city gate."
"Take down the monster and attack the city gate." His soldiers shouted.
Later, almost all the rebels shouted: "Take down the monster and attack the city gate."
At this time, the rebels' morale was as high as a rainbow, and they all rushed towards the monster with all their strength.
Yang Rong sighed heavily, he was ready to die.
Anyway, he has killed and wounded more than ten rebels, which is enough for him.
Now he is using his last strength, even if he dies, he still has to hold on to his back.
Thinking of this, he shouted loudly, and slashed at the rebels with the almost bladeless sword in his hand.
Bang bang, the rebel screamed, and a stone the size of a fist hit his chest.
He couldn't help but lean back, and the big knife in his hand fell to the ground with a whistle.
Then the rebel fell down, his head almost falling to the ground, but his feet were still on the stirrups, and he was dragged to death by the horse.
Although the rebel was knocked down, Yang Rong was not happy, as there were rebels coming from behind.
Not only was he seriously injured, but his weapon was almost useless.
Rumble, rumble, rumble, suddenly a monster chariot rushed past him.
Yang Rong was surprised and happy, why other chariots came out.
Rumble, rumble, rumble, after the monster chariot passed, there were also small tanks that were not monster chariots following behind.
There is only one cyclone cannon on top of them, and there are two people operating it. There are also two people in front, one controls two horses, and the other holds a spear in his hand.
They kept firing thunderbolts, which kept exploding among the rebels.
Some rebels fell down amid the screams, while others rushed forward.
Suddenly another rebel horse's neck was broken, and the rebel horses fell together.
This rebel heavy cavalry is not a monster, it is also a small tank.
This small tank is not equipped with a cyclone cannon, but an iron cannon.
It also has four people, charging and firing iron cannons at the same time.
One weakness of the iron cannon is that the firing time is more than a hundred breaths apart and the gunpowder must be refilled after firing.
The rebel cavalry couldn't help but be overjoyed when they saw it. They took the opportunity to swing their swords and slashed at the soldiers on the cannon.
The guard shouted and stabbed at the rebel cavalry with his hand.
But another rebel cavalry saw that there were no guards on the other side, so he slashed at the small chariot with a broadsword.
He just raised the sword and suddenly shouted: "My eyes, my eyes."
His face was now pockmarked, and his eyes were bleeding. It turned out that he had been hit by a shadowless cannon.
The rebel immediately dropped the sword in his hand, covered his eyes with one hand, and hugged the horse's neck.
He couldn't care less about killing the soldiers of the small tank security regiment now. Saving his life was more important now.
Boom, boom, another small chariot ran past Yang Rong.
This chariot is the Shadowless Artillery Chariot. It just opened fire and wounded several rebel cavalry.
The commander of the 5,000-thousand cavalry, Wangdui Tsering, and the deputy commander of the 5,000-thousand cavalry, Jiayang Lobsang, were shocked at first, but after taking a closer look, they were overjoyed.
"Kill the little monsters, kill the little monsters. They have no protection, they have no protection." The two men beat the war drums desperately and shouted loudly.
The two of them shouted, and the soldiers shouted: "Kill the little monster, kill
Damn little monster. They have no protection, they have no protection. "
The big monsters are protected by steel and iron bones. These small monsters are completely exposed and are the targets of the cavalry.
All the rebels could no longer care about the big monster at this time. They turned their horses, waved their weapons, and rushed towards the little monster.
