Pebbles the size of a baby's fist roared away from the hillside in patches with a weird screeching sound.
An Askar 100-year-old man wearing heavy armor was suddenly hit in the face. His cheeks swelled up quickly, and several broken teeth mixed with blood spurted out of his mouth. His entire face was blood red.
He shook twice and was trying to show that he was okay when the second stone flew over and hit his calf.
Originally, this was a safer place than the chest and abdomen, but he was so immortal that he happened to have no armor here.
The pain from a direct hit to the tibia is very severe, and the pain level is slightly weaker than the severe pain caused by an attack on a man's most important part.
At this time, the head of a hundred households didn't care about appeasing his subordinates. He hugged his legs and rolled out of the marching column, screaming heartbreakingly.
The wail seemed to be a signal, and more stones quickly rotated from a distance of about a hundred steps, attacking the charging Askar soldiers like a swarm of bees.
For a moment, the Karakhan soldiers who charged over hoping to pierce the waist of the Khotan army with their arrow formations also screamed miserably along with their hundred heads. Not only did the momentum of the charge slow down, but even the formation changed. It got messy.
Under the extremely adoring eyes of a group of 'burdens', the bear stood up.
This warrior, who is 1.86 meters tall, has arms thicker than ordinary people's thighs, wears two layers of Tibetan iron armor, and has a huge ax with a dim white light in his hand. Anyone who sees him on the battlefield will be terrified.
Dundup is slightly smaller than the Barbarian Bear, but its figure is more well-proportioned and not as clumsy as the Barbarian Bear.
He carried a wooden tube like a spear on his back, but it was not used to hold arrows, but to hold throwing spears. In addition to the two throwing spears, Dunzhu also had two short fine steel spears inserted into his legs.
Zhang Zhao deliberately left these two people here. He needed warriors with such impact to defend against the flanking attacks from the left and right.
"Kill the beard!" Several Khotan palace guards who looked like Scythians shouted and rushed towards the dizzy Askar soldier who was hit in front of him, completely ignoring that he had a standard beard. appearance.
The Khotan palace guard held an iron-covered shield in his hand and crashed into Askar's forest of spears in an almost suicidal manner.
In an instant, almost everyone was stabbed with blood, but their mission was completed. They knocked a gap in the spear forest of Askar.
The rest was the moment for the wild bear to show off. Like a real wild bear, he crashed through the gap.
After entering, he didn't need any tricks or skills. He held the handle of the giant ax with both hands and started to spin it like a top.
Well! I fight with weapons, and my output relies on fans. CD is one and a half minutes, turn after turn.
This is a meat grinder!
The giant ax weighing more than ten kilograms, supported by the huge strength of the wild bear itself, no matter what armor you wear or what weapon you use, except for the seven or eight foot long spear, it is useless.
It's a pity that Askar, who rushed over, was an assault force and happened to be without one.
For a moment, dozens of soldiers at the front of the arrow formation were rushed to both sides by the barbarian bear.
What they were waiting for was to avoid the barbarian bear, because behind the barbarian bear, the Khotan palace guards, who were much better equipped than Askar, rushed forward with black iron hammers, flower hammers, etc. that were good for close combat and armored combat.
They were strict and orderly. The three of them formed a basic offensive unit and easily defeated the scattered Karakhan Askars until they were howling like ghosts.
On Dundup's side, the situation was similar. The Askar soldier at the head of the queue was killed and wounded heavily by Dundup and several broad-shouldered Khotan palace guards throwing spears.
Before the gap could be filled, Dundup rushed in with two short steel spears in his hands. With the leading men and the Khotan palace guards surrounding him, dozens of people withstood the attack of hundreds of people.
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Zhang Zhao waved his sword horizontally, and a black flag of a divine warrior fell down.
He looked up and saw that there were not many God Warriors standing in front of him, and the ground was covered with all kinds of corpses. The blood flowed into the trench like a river.
"Yan Jin, you are on your left and I am on your right! Cut off the Karakhanites' attack route, I will eat them today!"
Yan Jin wiped the reddish rain off his face, looked at Zhang Zhao with a complicated expression, and then nodded.
He strongly disagreed with what Zhang Zhao did just now. On the battlefield, he would do anything for victory. This is what an army commander should do. It is unkind to let the enemy fill up the trenches. It's undesirable.
However, he had to admit that Zhang Zhao's strategy was very successful. Not only did he successfully boost the morale of the team, he also used his extremely high morale to kill thousands of god warriors in front of them.
Looking at the soldiers behind them who had been fighting for almost half an hour but were still full of fighting spirit, they knew that Lord Zhang Erlang might have left a noble imprint in their hearts like a god because of his actions.
At least in the eyes of ordinary soldiers, following such a leader, there is no need to worry about being bullied and deceived.
"Failed! Defeated!"
When Zhang Zhao suddenly inserted himself into the middle of the attacking Askar army, screams rang out.
This army used for assault used the method of having armored soldiers in front and soldiers with little or no armor behind.
They originally wanted to pierce Zhang Zhao's waist, but they didn't expect that Zhang Zhao had an "iron waist".
They couldn't break it even with elite soldiers, but Zhang Zhao pushed back.
Moreover, the God Warriors used for consumption collapsed too quickly, and also broke down the defense line of Askar soldiers arrayed behind them.
On the battlefield where blood is dripping and broken limbs are flying everywhere, it is most likely to arouse fear in people's hearts.
Askar, who had just formed the formation, could still hold on, but when the battlefield was filled with people fleeing, Askar behind him couldn't help but collapse.
Once the central formation collapsed, the Askar soldiers on both wings, who were responsible for cutting through, were completely exposed.
Now it was Zhang Zhao's turn to cut through their waists. These Askars, who were originally second-rate troops in the Kara Khanate, were not as tough as Zhang Zhao's Shandu and Khotan palace guards.
After they were cut off in the middle and dozens of people were killed or injured, someone shouted, and the entire defense line collapsed like a tight rope!
"Revenge! The time for revenge has come!" Monk Zhitong on the hillside had his eyes red.
Everyone could see that the Karakhanids failed. Their more than 3,000 divine warriors and nearly 3,000 Askars could not defeat the Khotanese army of less than 1,000.
Why don't you beat the drowned dog quickly?
The hatred that had been suppressed for many years among the crowd broke out like a wildfire!
Countless 'burdens' holding various weapons came out from various places, howling crazily.
Once the Karakhan soldiers were bitten by them, dozens or even dozens of people would come forward. They would beat them with sticks and stab them with rusty daggers. They would use nothing but fists and teeth. After the madness, they would often Even the 'victim's' armor will be pulled off.
A scene of hell on earth!
General Abdul was pulled by the guards around him and fled into Shule City with the rush of people.
Ittihad on the top of the city looked even more desperate. He now understood that no matter whether the elites outside were real elites or fake elites, he could not defeat them! Prepare to hold on!
With a rumble, the suspension bridge was slowly pulled up. Some of the howling 'burdens' who were still chasing, the God Warriors and Askar who were being chased by them had just approached the suspension bridge that was about to rise, and a shower of arrows came from The city head was shot down, and a large number of people were killed and wounded immediately.
But at this moment, the sound of horseshoes echoed throughout the northern corner of Shule City, and when the drizzle turned into heavy rain, the 1,500 cavalry sent out by Ittihad arrived.
Under the banner of Sanchen, Lao Zhang Zhong laughed crazily and waved the flag.
"God bless Erlangjun! God bless the Tang Dynasty!"
Everyone cheered. This cavalry had arrived a quarter of an hour earlier, and the outcome was really unpredictable, and now! late!
"Arrange the formation according to the stronghold, place the horse horns and iron caltrops, prepare the god-armed archers, move forward with the spearmen, and make a large formation of Bookers riding bows and crossbows!"
Zhang Zhao also smiled very happily. With such luck, Tianshi was also on his side!
