If death is unavoidable, then walking to the end of life with this group of lovely soldiers would not be a blessing in life.
But Li Qinzai still felt very guilty. It was his unwillingness to escape and surrender that made these soldiers pay the price with their lives.
I really want to say something sorry for everyone, but I feel it's a bit pretentious. It's already like this, and everything I say seems pale and feeble.
On the edge of the circular formation, the fighting between the enemy and ourselves became increasingly fierce.
For the enemy, this is the last chance. As long as they can be the first to break the Tang army's formation, it will be a success.
For Tang Jun, this was a last-ditch effort. If he could survive for a moment longer, he would be able to kill one more enemy and make a profit even if he died.
Li Qinzai and the soldiers were numb after seeing too many scenes of blood and flesh.
Finally, the shield formation outside the circular formation was torn open under the enemy's attack one after another. Several soldiers holding shields were knocked down by the enemy. The shield formation suddenly burst like the Yellow River.
Liu Renyuan hurriedly squeezed in front of Li Qinzai and shouted: "Li Shuai, the shield formation is about to be broken!"
Li Qinzai narrowed his eyes and shouted: "Pei Zhengqing!"
In the circular formation, Pei Zhengqing said solemnly: "The general is here!"
Li Qinzai looked at him: "It's time for Modao Camp!"
Pei Zhengqing showed a ferocious smile and said: "I will obey the order."
When the shield array directly in front burst the embankment, Pei Zhengqing's loud roar came from the circular array.
"Mo Dao Camp listens to the order, kills the blood, and sets up the formation. Even if we die, we must let the bastards accompany us on the road!"
The five hundred soldiers of Modao Camp who were squeezed into the center of the circular formation responded with a roar.
Immediately afterwards, the heavy Mo Dao flashed in the circular formation. Outside the shield formation, countless enemy soldiers were stabbed by the sudden appearance of the broad-bladed and long-handled Mo Dao. The enemy soldiers screamed and retreated.
Taking advantage of the opportunity of the enemy's retreat, the Mo Dao players became more and more brave. The cold light of the Mo Dao in their hands flashed and they began to swing slowly.
Pei Zhengqing stood next to Li Qinzai, waving the small flag in his hand, directing the Modao Battalion to form an array.
Weapons like the Mo Dao have always been more cruel than halberds and spears on the battlefield, because they can damage the enemy in a large area, and as long as the array is formed, it is an indestructible meat grinding machine.
Under Pei Zhengqing's order, the array of five hundred Mo Daomen became wider and wider. Finally, on this battlefield with countless corpses, the Tang army re-arranged their formation. Standing in the blood and residual limbs of Paoze's brothers, Mo Dao The camp is like a phoenix reborn from blood, making a clanging sound in the blazing fire.
The attacking enemy army couldn't believe it. They had the advantage and were about to annihilate the Tang army. They really couldn't figure out why the battle situation was turned around by the Tang army.
Looking at the airtight Modao Formation in front of them, the enemy troops were furious. Some of the unbelieving enemy troops tried to charge towards the Modao Formation. However, as soon as they entered the edge of the Modao Formation, they were torn to pieces by the wielded Modao. The shrill screams mixed with the bloody mist of the remaining limbs.
The enemy troops retreated in a hurry. The enemy general watched from a distance and stamped his feet in anger and cursed.
Li Qinzai and the remaining few hundred soldiers were protected by Modao Battalion in the middle of the array. Seeing that the battle situation seemed to have been reversed, the exhausted soldiers in the array suddenly cheered up.
Li Qinzai was not happy at all.
Why didn't Mo Dao Camp be used until the last moment? Why did he not think of using Mo Dao Camp after so many Paoze brothers died just now?
Because although Mo Daoying is invincible in the battle formation, Mo Dao's hand's strength is limited.
The Mo Dao, which weighs more than 20 kilograms, may be able to be swung for a moment or even half an hour. However, if it continues to be swung continuously, the Mo Dao hand does not have that much endurance. Once exhausted, the array will have flaws. When soldiers died in battle.
In other words, using Modao Camp is the last resort.
When the Mo Dao of Modao Camp is waved, it means that everyone's life has entered a countdown, and the end of the countdown is when the Mo Dao players are exhausted.
How long can it last? One hour, two hours?
Regardless of the length of time, if reinforcements cannot be waited for, living one more hour or one less hour actually does not mean much.
As Modao Battalion's array unfolded, the enemy was caught off guard and suffered a heavy loss. After leaving behind hundreds of corpses, the enemy had to retreat.
The two armies once again fell into a confrontation.
Pei Zhengqing walked up to Li Qinzai and whispered: "Li Shuai, Modao Camp can hold on for about an hour and a half, which is their limit..."
Pei Zhengqing didn't say the next words clearly, but Li Qinzai understood what he meant.
An hour and a half later, Mo Daoying had tried their best. They would lose strength and become weak. Their hands were weak and they were not even as strong as a scholar. They could only collapse on the ground and let the enemy slaughter them.
Pei Zhengqing added: "In this hour and a half, can Li Shuai come up with a good strategy to retreat from the enemy?"
Li Qinzai smiled bitterly, and all the necessary means were used. In order to deal with the enemy, firearms and gunpowder, mines, explosive packs, trenches, Modao array...
All the wisdom in his life has been used here. At this time, he really has no choice.
In the offensive and defensive battles on the plains, where is the need for too much strategy and calculation? Since ancient times, it has been head-to-head encounters with bayonets. It is a rare miracle that Li Qinzai was able to lead his troops to hold on for nearly ten hours under the enemy's disadvantage that was four times his own.
Li Qinzai didn't want to think about whether this encounter was a classic in ancient and modern battles. It had nothing to do with him. That was a matter for future generations.
Perhaps a few years later, this tragic battle will be nothing more than a few sentences in the history books.
Now Li Qinzai just wants to lead the soldiers to hold on for a while longer and survive a few more people.
Seeing Li Qinzai's wry smile, Pei Zhengqing also understood. He smiled boldly and said, "It doesn't matter. Even if the whole army is annihilated, we will beat those bastards to pieces. We will no longer be able to pursue the British Duke and sneak attack on our king." The main force of the division."
Staring at Li Qinzai's face, Pei Zhengqing said seriously: "If there is an afterlife, I would like to serve Li Shuai again, be your Mo Dao general, and create an invincible Mo Dao camp for you."
Li Qinzai lowered his eyelids and sighed: "If there is an afterlife, why not reincarnate into a prosperous and powerful country, where we will never have to suffer from wars for generations to come, and we don't have to be separated from our flesh and blood, and we don't have to be homeless..."
Pei Zhengqing was startled, and then he smiled: "If this is the case, I will never see Li Shuai again in the next life."
On the battlefield, the confrontation between Modao Camp and the enemy did not last long.
Soon, the enemy formation on the opposite side suddenly took up a formation, followed by a dull sound of strings, and a rain of arrows from the sky struck towards Modao camp.
When many Mo Dao's arrows fell to the ground with a groan, a gap appeared in Mo Dao's formation instantly.
Pei Zhengqing's eyes widened with anger and he shouted: "Take up your position! Keep swinging the sword!"
The Mo Dao hand in the back row quickly took up the position of the dead man, and continued to wield the Mo Dao tirelessly, blocking countless arrows fired by the enemy.
However, the enemy had other means to break the formation.
After a burst of noise in the enemy formation, thousands of war horses were quickly collected and gathered together. With a whistle and a burst of whipping, thousands of uncontrolled horses rushed towards Modao Formation crazily.
Following behind the war horses were thousands of enemy soldiers who were watching eagerly.
(End of chapter)
