People like Ming Jia who had a second awakening after breaking through their limits had a huge impact on the war.
Even Mengchang doesn't know if he has awakened.
Each skill, whether on its own or in combination, plays a huge role on the battlefield and is simply unrivaled.
It's like a high-level master leads a newcomer to clear a low-level copy.
When the cavalry passed by the enemy formation, anyone who dared to block the way in front of Mengchang would be chopped down with an axe, and all living beings were equal.
This kind of unparalleled power is easy to fascinate people. Even Mengchang himself did not realize that the aura gradually accumulated in him was like an invincible one, the aura of a thousand people.
I think back then, when Lu Bu followed Ding Yuan to fight the Qiang and Xianbei, he cooperated with the Bingzhou cavalry to become invincible, and his self-confidence was probably cultivated step by step in this way.
Even if the rebels were chasing and intercepting them, they would fight fast and hard with their three heads and six arms and the power of breaking mountains.
The cavalry in the rear followed the vanguard who descended from the God of Death and got high.
The feeling of being carried flying is so mesmerizing.
Five thousand armored cavalrymen cut a bloody path in front, cutting the rebel positions to pieces. The spears and knives in their hands harvested fresh lives around the enemy's positions.
This is the gameplay and characteristics of cavalry in this era. You can't just rush into the enemy formation and kill like crazy like the heavy cavalry of later generations.
Without stirrups and saddle fixation, no matter how good the soldier's riding skills are, the risk of falling off the horse is too great.
Under this special condition, they also have their own unique usage. According to Meng Chang's modern way of saying it, scraping is like cutting butter layer by layer from the side, passing a piece of fat butter over and over again and cutting it into butter slices. .
It is very difficult to train soldiers, and it is even more difficult to select a cavalry from the soldiers.
Mengchang did know the functions of stirrups, saddles, and horseshoes. Even if he had never done it before, as long as he came up with an idea, craftsmen of this era could still reproduce something with low technical content.
However, most of the horses in Northern Xinjiang were produced in Chongcheng and Liaodong, which were far inferior to those in the Western Zhou Dynasty. If they had to develop harnesses rashly, if the Western Zhou Dynasty had learned from them, Chongcheng would not be able to live a good life in the future.
Speaking of the Western Zhou Dynasty, Mengchang was also quite bitter. In this world, the Western Zhou Dynasty, which was good at conquering and fighting, was like the ambitious Qin Dynasty of later generations. Not only the scope and region of the fiefdom were the same, but even the idea of leaving Hanguguan to invade the Central Plains was completely different.
Every year, I bully the barbarians and destroy a few small countries to expand my territory.
In recent years, the power of the Western Zhou Dynasty has expanded unprecedentedly. It is no longer satisfied with the idea of taking the three-acre territory of the small princes, and gradually began to plan for the northern border of Chongcheng across Hangu Pass and Jiameng Pass.
The Western Zhou Dynasty and Northern Xinjiang were not bordering each other, but both monarchs of the Western Zhou Dynasty were very interested in Chongcheng.
You must know that Chongcheng at this time was very special. It was famous throughout the Yin and Shang vassal states because of its efficient and systematic military training method.
Thinking about Northern Xinjiang is nothing more than wanting to obtain more strategic resources. Either you, Marquis Chong, surrender to me and help me train soldiers, or you hand over the method of training soldiers.
For this reason, Nangong Shi, the general of the Western Zhou Dynasty, secretly crossed Jiameng Pass four years ago. When he was in Chongcheng to teach the Qiu Kingdom who did not obey orders, he gave the empty Chongcheng hometown such a hard blow that the city walls almost changed into Ji characters. flag.
This is not elegant at all. How could the gentle and elegant Xibohou in various movies and TV series be so... so out of touch.
Doesn't Xiqi like the country of farmers? Listening to the stories from the past told by his father, he was so cruel.
With the current pace of trouble-making in the Western Zhou Dynasty, not to mention whether Northern Xinjiang can attack you or not, the Yin and Shang Dynasties are probably all having a big head.
Going too far, the threat of the Western Zhou Dynasty is in the future, and Chongcheng cannot consider it for the time being, but the demon in front of him is very close, and Meng Chang has to pay attention to it.
After realizing that this group of "zombie" soldiers could also provide blood sacrifices and consumption of three heads and six arms, Meng Chang did not hesitate to activate his skills to eliminate evil to the greatest extent.
The dazzling performance was not only noticed by the coaches and soldiers of both sides of the war, but also Xiang Liu, who had been appearing in the dark clouds to shock everyone, and three heads looked over with expressions of interest.
It's like... like a group of urchins, looking at a nest of ants with interest, and in this nest of ants, a particularly interesting big ant appeared, which the urchins wanted to tease.
The combat effectiveness of the "zombie" soldiers is not strong. They have no military formations, nor do they have the combat awareness and martial arts skills of the past. They act entirely on instinct.
The coalition forces suffered a loss because many "zombie" were still in their robes one second, but stood up and faced them with swords the next second. This kind of psychological pressure was far greater than others.
It was getting late, and cheers came from the coalition camp. Under the entanglement of Chonghou and the two generals, the Thousand-legged Centipede finally fell down and stopped moving.
The front division had completed its retreat, and after the left and right divisions withstood the pressure, the rebels had no choice but to flee, leaving behind a group of walking "zombie" soldiers on the battlefield.
Yuan Futong was still shouting loudly, asking the saints to show their magical powers. This man was also quite capable. He really called out the news. A large group of ring dogs rushed out and rushed towards the end of the battlefield. The coalition forces felt like they were facing a formidable enemy. .
Immediately, a high-pitched ape cry came from the black cloud, and the ring dogs immediately stopped and returned to the black cloud unwillingly.
The nine faces of Xiang Liu smiled one after another, as if they were laughing at something, and without any hesitation, they walked towards the dark clouds.
Only three faces turned around and stared at Mengchang with interest. Their human-like and snake-like tongues stuck out and licked their lips.
After a while, it disappeared into the black clouds.
The corpses of Xia Geng who had just fought with the rear division and the demon army that was storming Yan City all around them receded like the tide when they heard the ape crow.
Yuan Futong waved his hand bitterly, and the rebels immediately retreated as if they had found a treasure.
Chonghou Hu stopped the troops who wanted to pursue him and panted heavily. He was old after all. He was exhausted after just killing an evil beast.
Look at the excited Zhang Guifang and Chen Qi next to them, and they are still gesturing in front of the Thousand-legged Centipede with great interest. It is so big, how to eat it later.
Chong Houhu shook his head, sighing that time flies by.
The coalition forces also began to retreat. Mengchang lifted the blood sacrifice and the three heads and six arms, and felt a wave of weakness in his body.
But fortunately, it was not as exaggerated as the previous two burning bloods, which made me unable to move due to pain. This time, I just felt a little weak, and the hunger in my belly was unbearable, which was better than the weakness.
After riding back to the camp, Mengchang couldn't wait to head towards Chonghou Hu. He had too many questions in his heart that Master Hu needed to answer.
What is the ape cry coming from the black cloud? According to the legend, Xiang Liu has the power of the water god. Why can't she use it when the water like venom floods the Jinshan Mountain? Otherwise, if a puddle of water goes down, there will be nothing to do with the coalition forces and the rebels, and all living beings will be equal.
He always felt that the demon seemed to be deliberately holding back and had no intention of attacking with all its strength. Instead, it seemed that it wanted to trap them in Yancheng.
The conditions mentioned above do not seem like serious negotiations, but more like an insult to the gods of the sun, moon, mountains and rivers who are being sacrificed.
It's all so weird.
He obviously has the ability to destroy everything, but he is just like playing with ants, trapping ordinary people like them in place and watching them bite each other and conquer each other. It would be fine if it was just a demon.
But judging from the previous ape cries, it seems more like there is an incomprehensible class among the demons. Some unknown existences seem to restrain the entire demon army and have no intention of doing anything to death.
Chonghou Hu rolled his eyes and pulled out the piercing spear from the Thousand-legged Centipede, ignoring Meng Chang's question.
you ask me? I think Xiang Liu is quite interesting to you. How about you ride over alone and ask? Didn't Liu Gao tell you?
Mengchang was speechless and looked at the spear in Chonghou Hu's hand, looking drooling.
"What's wrong? I want it."
"A little bit."
"What a beautiful thought. This cold light is my hard work. If you want it, just find the materials yourself and let Zhuo Shou give it to you."
Meng Chang's eyes lit up, hey, my eldest brother Zhuoshou still has this ability?
He looked at the thickened ax on his body. The blade was a little chipped, but it wasn't a big problem. Heavy weapons don't have to be sharp, but they have to be powerful and heavy.
The spear and halberds that I had specially taken earlier were both pitted and damaged.
Mengchang scratched his head and thought seriously about what hobbies his dear brother Zhuoshou had, or if he had anything in his hands that he could like.
