Five hundred people rushed to the 100-man formation, and originally wanted to bully the few with the more. Unexpectedly, as soon as the two sides contacted, the bandits were caught off guard by a counterattack and squeezed together. Not to mention fighting, it was difficult to even turn around. They shouted loudly, asking the people behind to stop rushing forward, struggling hard, pushing their companions around them, and trying to make some space for themselves. You squeeze me, and I squeeze you, and you are the small boats that go with the flow, shaking constantly.

Just by one shield, there is another scene.

The sword shield hand leaned to his body, pressed forward with his left shoulder, left arm and left leg, and held the long sword in his right hand, but instead of cutting the enemy on the side of the shield, he slaughtered the opponent on the ground, whether he was lying or lying, stabbing the chest and back, or cutting the neck, his technique was skillful and neat. The spear hand held the spear with both hands and stabbed the sword, which was not large, and it was about three feet long, but it was very harsh and fierce. One stab was enough to break the armor. After stabbing, there was also a wrist twisting action, which made the spear spine rotate inside the enemy's body, causing greater pain. The opponent screamed in pain, and subconsciously retreated, giving them the chance to withdraw the spear.

They lowered their heads and did not look at the enemy on the other side of the shield. As long as they saw a figure, they would stab, even if it was the same person.

This is the sting among the seven kills of the Breaking Front. The mantra is to stab the shadows when you see them, kill them in half a step. As a qualified spearman, you must practice assassination for one hour every day, complete five hundred standard assassination, and add another five hundred times for those who are strict with yourself, and keep the assassination training cost until the cost is achieved. The action is simple, but the lethality is very strong, and you can move forward.

The sword and shield hands and spearmen were half-squatting, and their bodies were like bows full of strength, constantly squeezing forward. They paid far less attention to their opponents than to pay attention to their companions, and kept the line intact at all times, and did not give their opponents a chance to break through.

The crossbowmen stood upright and kept firing. They were so close that they were crowded with enemies, no matter how they shot, it was useless even if the opponent wore iron armor. The number of bandits wearing armor was very limited, and there was even very few iron armor. Faced with such close-range shooting, they had no ability to resist.

Five hundred people were crowded together, but one hundred people were like a clenched iron fist, hitting hard again and again, although slowly, they advanced forward very resolutely.

One after another, the bandits fell to the ground, and were ruthlessly killed, with blood flowing all over the ground.

The two hundred men on the side surrounded and launched an attack on Shen Yi's left wing. The defense on the side was not as tight as the front. It quickly defeated under the fierce attack of the two hundred men. Many bandits saw their opponents fiercely, avoided them, some went to the right, some went back, and some went forward, further chasing the formation.

Shen Yi was surrounded in the middle. Although he shouted repeatedly, trying to calm his subordinates and re-form the formation, his shouting failed to reorganize the team, but his identity was revealed and he became the target of the crossbowman. He was shot continuously, making him unable to raise his head. In order to protect him, his personal guards inevitably made him omissions. They were shot one after another, and shields were shot through by crossbows from time to time.

Shooting a man and shooting a horse first, capturing a thief first, is the training motto of crossbowmen, especially strong crossbowmen holding six stone crossbows. Their targets are never ordinary soldiers, but opposing officers within the field of vision. The higher the military position, the more important they should be taken care of. During the entire battle, their time to find the target may be far more than the time to shoot, but the moment they pull the crossbow machine is often the turning point of the entire war.

Each song is equipped with a six-stone crossbow. This powerful crossbowman enjoys the treatment of Qu Junhou. Their task is to shoot the other party's Qu Junhou and the powerful crossbowman. The two Qu Junhous were drowned in the crowd and could not be distinguished. Chen Yi, who was shouting loudly, naturally became the target. In a short while, Chen Yi saw three personal guards being shot and killed through the shield. He also saw the powerful crossbowman a hundred steps away. Looking at the other party's cold eyes and the sneer on the corner of his mouth, a hint of chill appeared in his heart.

"Swoosh!" The feather arrow left the string and rushed toward him.

Chen Yi's legs became weak, his body fell backward, and leaned against a guard. The guard held him and called him Xiaoshuai, but there was no sound. Chen Yi looked up and saw that there was a half-branch of arrows on his face, and the tail of the arrow buzzed, and blood gushed out along the shaft, condensed into blood beads.

Chen Yi was so scared that he lost his soul and no longer had the courage to fight. If he hadn't been so scared that his legs were weak, he would have been the one who was shot through the face.

"Retreat!" Chen Yi said tremblingly.

The personal guards were already scared and were waiting for Chen Yi's words. Before Chen Yi finished speaking, they hugged Chen Yi to break through.

It is difficult to move forward, but it is easy to retreat because there are already many people running behind them, and they are so fast that they are almost running back to their original formation. But they did not get what they wished, and they were stopped by Zulang's personal guards.

Zulang's face turned pale, holding the knife in both hands, looking at Chen Yi who was in a mess. "How much is the loss?"

Chen Yi knew something was wrong, so he stopped, held his helmet, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, looked back, estimated the number of people, and said hoarsely: "More than 20%."

"How many gains are there?"

Chen Yi swallowed and opened his mouth several times. He really didn't know how many people he won, and he even doubted whether he had any. The opponent's formation has always been very strict, and even if there were casualties, it was very limited and almost negligible. But he knew that he could not say that, Zulang was already angry and would probably kill him to establish his authority. He himself felt very embarrassed. Five hundred people attacked, and even if he couldn't win, he shouldn't have been defeated so miserably.

"How much does it take to win?!" Zulang raised his voice and shouted sternly.

Just when they were in a stalemate, Chen Yi's subordinates gathered one after another, and many people were hung up, some had arrows on their bodies, and some were speared. Although they covered the wound with their hands, they still couldn't hold back the blood and poured out. As they walked, their legs became weak and they fell to the ground and stopped moving. Seeing Zulang stop Chen Yi and asked, they surrounded him, and did not speak, but just glared at Zulang.

Zulang's eyes shrank slightly and waved his hand. The guards surrounded him and raised the crossbow in his hand.

"I'll ask you the last sentence: How much is the harvest?" Zulang said word by word, pulling out the ring knife and throwing the scabbard aside.

Chen Yi gritted his teeth and was about to speak, a personal guard beside him said in a voice: "The opponent is powerful, killing people like a grass, we..."

Before he finished speaking, Zulang stepped forward, and a flash of sword light cut off the head of his guard, raised the knife again, pointed directly at Chen Yi, and the blood slowly flowed along the blade, condensed into a drop.

Chen Yi's teeth trembled and could not say a complete sentence. His knees softened, and he knelt in front of Zulang with a "plop". He took two steps in front of him, hugged Zulang's legs, and burst into tears. Zulang kicked him away and said with tears in his eyes: "You go with confidence, I will take care of your family, just like my family. What else do you have to explain? You can say now."

"I...I..." Chen Yi's face was pale and he couldn't cry.
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