What these militiamen held in their hands were nothing more than broken heads of spears, swords with cut ends, and even hoes that had lost their handles. They could almost be said to be wooden sticks and iron pieces, but these people , directed at the struggling armored knight who fell to the ground, and struck a burst of blows.
Some people's wooden sticks were broken in their hands, so they simply abandoned their weapons, bent down, and violently punched the knight with their fists. There were even two people who simply lay down on the ground, exposing their big yellow teeth, and bit them like wild beasts. The armored knight's throat was broken. He bit it off. The sound of the broken throat bones could be heard clearly from more than ten steps away. The sound of broken bones and tendons was matched with the terrifying screams of the fallen armored knight. Suddenly, Murong Yong's soul was stimulated, and he, who had experienced hundreds of battles, turned pale with fright, sweated profusely, and even forgot to take action.
Now following the direction of the broken wall, the situation on the Nancheng Plain outside can also be seen at a glance. This place called Qingyang Palace was originally the location of the old palace of the Western Jin Dynasty. It has been covered with dust for hundreds of years and has long been reduced to ruins. , the tens of thousands of militiamen covered in wounds from arrows and knives, just like the dozen militiamen who rushed to bite the armored cavalry, their eyes were blood red, and they looked like wild beasts, completely ignoring the wounds on their bodies, and even the agility of their movements. They are not restricted at all. They run as fast as they fly on the battlefield. Often, with a stab, the armor of the armored cavalry will be pierced, and the spearheads and gun blades in their hands that are of low quality due to being shoddily made will rupture. The spear is broken inside the armor, and often after it penetrates into the enemy's body, the spear is broken until only the wooden handle is left in the hand.
As for the swords, they couldn't break the armor of these armored cavalry, and they couldn't even pierce the vests. But they just stood there without fear, holding these swords two or three feet long, waving their sabers and wolf fangs. Cavalrymen with heavy weapons such as sticks and spears were slashing at each other. Unless their heads were blown off directly, even some people who had their bodies pierced by spears did not realize it, and even penetrated their bodies. Move the spear on your body two or three steps forward so that you can get closer and better slash the enemy that penetrates you.
The Xiyan Iron Cavalry, which had gone through hundreds of battles and killed many people, was shaken and trembled in front of this terrifying hell army. Many people's hands holding weapons were trembling. They were clearly cut by knives and arrows, and even even All their limbs were cut off, but it seemed that as long as they had a breath, no matter how much physical damage they suffered, their movements would not be affected. Their eyes glowed with a terrifying red light, like ghosts, and there was bloody saliva flowing from the corners of their mouths. Two The front teeth were exposed, and the fists were covered with fragments of brains and internal organs. Groups of more than a dozen people pressed toward the isolated Xiyan knights. The invisible pressure could make people go crazy.
Many Yan cavalry began to ride around. This area was mostly ruined and the ground was covered with rocks. The horses could not run at full speed. However, there were still many cavalry who could charge at about half the usual speed. Although the militiamen were strong, However, many of the injured legs and feet were hit by arrows, and their speed was not very fast, at least not comparable to that of running war horses. Hundreds of such militiamen were knocked down like this, and the weight of four to five hundred kilograms, including men and horses, suddenly They trampled the poor beasts under these hooves into bloody mud. Even if they stretched out their hands to hug the horse's legs, it was of no avail. In the face of absolute power, even the effect of medicine could not prevent the flesh and blood from being crushed. The result of crushing.
The more than 500 blue-clad disciples led by Shen Mufu formed a sharp contrast with the militiamen who were all dressed in civilian clothes. However, at this moment, there were still two to three hundred of his subordinates, forming groups of several. Fighting in the sword formation, they fought together with many fallen Yan Jun armored cavalry and the infantrymen who originally guarded Changwei. They were all covered in blood and injured. Even the Shen family and his son were killed. Just like a bloody man.
Shen Mufu plunged his sword into the abdomen of a Yan infantryman in front of him, kicked him away from him, pulled out the bloody blade, raised his head and looked around, and happened to see the remaining thousands of Yan cavalry starting to rush back and forth on the battlefield. , he shouted: "Behead the horse's legs!"
The disciples of Tianshi Dao woke up from a dream, dispersed the sword formation, and fought on their own. Many people rushed towards the rampaging horses from the side. When they got close, they fell on the ground and drew their swords. The horses' legs could not be protected by their armor. It was broken at the knee, and the huge momentum often threw the knights on the horse violently, and at the same time, it also shook these Tianshi Dao disciples who dared to cut the horse's legs to fly sideways, and many people were knocked to the ground. The war horses were crushed alive underneath and died before they could even scream. More people were shaken by the huge momentum and flew backwards for more than ten steps, collapsed to the ground, and could no longer move.
Shen Mufu swung his sword, and a galloping horse leg about three feet in front of him was cut off. He could even clearly see the white horse leg exposed when it was cut open. Bones, red horse meat and yellow fat and sinews. Before he could be happy, he felt his face darken. The severed half of the horse's leg flew up from the air and kicked him hard in the chest. above.
As if being hit by a thousand kilogram weight, Shen Mufu's body suddenly floated up, as if above the clouds, and then fell heavily to the ground. The moment he landed, he could see the Xiyan knight who cut off the horse's leg by himself. Just like him, he had a hard landing after becoming a trapeze artist.
The armor all over his body fell to the ground, and his muscles and bones were broken, but this guy was still crawling on the ground with difficulty, trying to get the cavalry that fell on the ground three steps away. On the battlefield, he only had the weapon in his hand. , is the protection of one's life. There is no difference between an unarmed person and a lamb to be slaughtered.
Just before his hand was about to reach the pole, the knight's vision went dark, and a figure blocked the sunlight. His world suddenly darkened, and a foul smell hit him, along with a strong smell of blood. Angry, a civilian militiaman had a long arrow stuck in his shoulder, and a diagonal slash on his chest, which exposed his sternum. With such a serious injury, most people would have fainted, but this militiaman followed As if nothing was wrong, he picked up the long spear, with a strange smile on his face and blood-red eyes, and slowly walked towards him.
This Xiyan cavalryman was so frightened that he didn't know where he got the energy. He stretched his hands and twisted his body backwards, almost sitting up. But soon, he was kicked hard on the shoulder. It was done by another militiaman. When he lay on the ground, he clearly saw more than ten militiamen surrounding him, and the one at the front was the guy who just picked up his horse. In front of him, he raised his cavalry high and stabbed it hard...
