Enemies of equal strength will not be defeated so easily.
Both armies have their own unique strategies for attack and defense. Evenly matched, Li Qinzai can come up with various defensive tactics, and the enemy can naturally come up with various offensive tactics.
Thousands of unmanned war horses charged into the Mo Dao Formation together. It must be said that the enemy's move was very good.
Although Mo Dao is considered invincible in this era, it still depends on the specific environment.
The Mo Dao Formation of five hundred people might be able to block thousands of desperate enemy troops, but it would never be able to block thousands of mad war horses.
The conflict between the two is not of the same nature at all.
The war horses were whipped severely. The pained horses neighed in grief and rushed towards the Tang Army's Mo Dao Formation like crazy.
Thousands of war horses galloped wildly, raising dust all over the battlefield. Amid the rumbling hoofs, the war horses emerged from the yellow mist, followed by thousands of enemy soldiers with ferocious faces.
When Liu Renyuan saw this, his eyes were about to split, and he shouted: "The whole army withdraws, spread out to the left and right, spread out!"
The soldiers of Modao camp hurriedly put away their Modao and ran towards the left and right sides, leaving a path in the middle for the war horses to pass by.
Feng Su, who was in the middle formation, grabbed Li Qinzai, almost half dragging and half dragging him out of the middle formation, and retreated to the right side of the battlefield in embarrassment.
However, the range of the impact of the war horses was not limited to the central formation. Thousands of war horses screamed out from the flying dust and rushed to the front of the Tang Army's formation in the blink of an eye. No matter how the Tang Army soldiers avoided it, they were still swept away by the flood that burst the embankment. Countless people were swept away in an instant. The person was knocked away, landed heavily, and was finally trampled by the horse.
Li Qinzai and Liu Renyuan only managed to save their lives under Buqu's protection. Their faces became increasingly pale, and they knew that the Mo Dao Formation had been broken.
The horses roared past and rushed into the distance. The dust on the battlefield dispersed. Nearly half of the Tang army's soldiers were injured. Many people were still seriously injured lying on the ground. Some were vomiting blood, and some had broken bones all over their bodies.
At the end of the flying dust, the enemy soldiers were approaching silently like ghosts hiding in the yellow mist.
Li Qinzai's eyelids twitched and he shouted: "How many people are still able to move?"
More than four hundred soldiers of the Tang Army stood up unsteadily, holding the Mo Dao horizontally on the ground, and raised their arms with gloomy faces.
"I can still move!"
"I!"
"And I!"
"You bastard, if you don't kill me, I will kill you!"
Li Qinzai looked around and shouted: "How many people are still alive in Mo Dao Camp? Can we form a formation?"
There was silence for a moment, and more than a hundred people raised their arms.
There were only about a hundred Mo Daoshou alive, and all of them were injured. Many of them were even vomiting blood. The impact of the war horses caused them more or less internal injuries.
Li Qinzai's eyes suddenly turned red. After taking a deep breath, he gave up the Mo Dao Camp formation. This was no longer realistic.
Quickly and Liu Renyuan looked at each other, their eyes were calm and calm.
"Everyone, today's battle is about death!" Li Qinzai raised his right hand and shouted: "Fight on your own, and we will never retreat until we die!"
The battlefield was silent for a moment, and a soldier responded weakly: "Fight to the death and never retreat..."
"Fight to the death and never retreat!"
"Only death!"
"I will sell these more than 100 kilograms to my country. Fight to the death!"
"Fight to the death!"
The voices went from weak to powerful, from despair to fearless, roaring one after another, like fluorescent lights in the dark night, unyielding and fearless, gathering in groups to compete with the bright moon.
History books only record emperors and generals. How tragic their sacrifices were for these humble people, but the historians were stingy about writing about them.
This fluorescent light will eventually be extinguished in the long river of history, but at this moment, this light is the only torch in the long dark night of mankind.
History books will not remember it, but it has traces.
Thousands of enemy troops were approaching, and there was no need to form a formation at this time.
There were only about 400 Tang soldiers left alive, and most of them were injured.
For the enemy, there is no suspense in annihilating the Tang army in front of them. It is just a matter of slashing with a knife.
However, just after the Tang Army soldiers roared loudly one by one, the enemy generals approaching the battlefield suddenly discovered that the exhausted Tang Army soldiers with low morale seemed to have changed into a different person in the blink of an eye.
From them, the enemy generals noticed that a fighting spirit as sharp as a knife was rising rapidly and breaking out.
There were only about 400 remnant soldiers left, but the enemy general seemed to be facing thousands of troops.
An inexplicable fear arose in my heart, as if it was shaking a towering mountain.
The general shook his head to get rid of this strange and inappropriate thought.
The officers and soldiers of the Tang Army were scattered throughout the battlefield, just as Li Qinzai ordered, fighting independently without any scruples.
The two armies have always fought in formations. Once it comes to the point where individuals fight independently, it means that the outcome of the war is almost over, and there is no suspense.
Despite the enemy's slow approach, the more than 400 surviving Tang army soldiers remained unmoved. They all looked at the supreme commander on the battlefield, Li Qinzai.
Li Qinzai smiled, slowly raised the horizontal sword in his hand, pointed it towards the sky, and suddenly roared with anger.
"kill--!"
More than four hundred soldiers finally moved, and they staggered towards the enemy.
The enemy soldiers were briefly stunned. In such a situation, only a few hundred remnants of the Tang army were left, and they actually dared to attack them...
Are they crazy, or do they underestimate their opponents?
The ambition to be trapped in a battle will lead to death but not life.
Northern nomadic tribes would not understand this kind of unyielding will.
The soldiers rushed towards the enemy regardless of their own safety, and Li Qinzai slowly raised his horizontal sword.
Feng Su grabbed him and shook his head in tears.
Li Qinzai opened his hand and said with a smile: "As a member of the Li family, you have done your best. As a master and a servant, just send it here."
After saying that, Li Qinzai also grabbed a knife and threw himself at an enemy soldier.
Life has been too comfortable these past few years, and it is certainly impossible for Li Qinzai's lazy temperament to take the initiative to learn any sword skills to kill enemies.
At this moment, Li Qinzai came forward with a knife, using the random splitting wind knife technique. It was so original that he could not copy it. The angle of each knife strike was unbelievable.
The enemy soldiers who were stared at by Li Qinzai suddenly panicked. He had never seen such a weird sword technique to kill an enemy before.
While dodging and observing, after a few moves, the enemy finally realized that this was just hacking and slashing.
After confirming this, the enemy's eyes flashed with sternness. After dodging Li Qinzai's blow to the head, he immediately drew his sword and slashed Li Qinzai's abdomen.
Li Qinzai's sword had not yet fully exerted its power and was unable to withdraw its strength. He could only watch helplessly as the enemy's blade slashed towards his abdomen.
At the critical moment, a broad-bladed sword blocked the enemy's fatal blow. Gold and iron struck each other, sparks bursting out.
Li Qinzai turned his head abruptly, only to see that the person who was helping him block the knife was Zheng Sanlang.
Zheng Sanlang's skills were not very good, and his reaction to the enemy was even a bit clumsy.
But they are very strong.
As the saying goes, "One force can defeat ten enemies." When fighting on the battlefield, those with greater strength take advantage.
Sure enough, after Zheng Sanlang blocked the sword, he quickly withdrew the Mo Dao in his hand, and then struck the enemy's head headlessly.
The enemy didn't know his true identity, so he raised his knife to block without mercy.
The heavy Mo Dao struck down, instantly and mercilessly breaking the enemy's sword. The Mo Dao did not lose its force and struck directly on the enemy's head, instantly splitting his head in half.
The enemy died on the spot without even making a sound. He was so powerful and so unreasonable.
Pulling out the Mo Dao from the enemy's head, Zheng Sanlang grinned at Li Qinzai.
"Li Shuai, when it comes to physical work, you can't do it."
As he spoke, Zheng Sanlang shook his head authoritatively.
Li Qinzai couldn't help but laugh. This guy is really stupid to a certain extent, and there is really no distinction between superiority and inferiority in his eyes.
But here and now, there is probably no need for any humiliation.
Just as he was about to say something sarcastic, two more enemy soldiers rushed over.
Just as Li Qinzai raised his sword, he saw Zheng Sanlang shouting loudly, and the Mo Dao in his hand swept past. The two enemies still subconsciously raised their swords to block, and the unreasonable Mo Dao once again broke their weapons and cut them from their abdomens. Cross across.
The two enemies froze on the spot and lowered their heads. They found that a huge gash had been opened in their abdomens, and their internal organs and intestines were flowing out.
So the two of them fell to the ground and died without even humming.
After killing three enemy soldiers in the blink of an eye, Li Qinzai couldn't help but look at Zheng Sanlang deeply.
If he hadn't been in a desperate situation today, this idiot would have become a rare and fierce general in the army in the future.
(End of chapter)
