Like a surging flood suddenly hitting a hard rock, the five hundred light cavalry led by Guo Peng collided with the iron kites led by Xin Jian, and immediately rolled back.

Guo Peng's eyes turned red when he saw that his subordinates were easily beheaded by their opponents, while their blades could only in vain bring up a stream of sparks on the opponent's armor.

It's not like Guo Peng has never seen such heavy cavalry wearing armor all over their bodies.

The commander-in-chief of the Dingnan Army, Li Xu, had one by his side, which was also the core combat strength of the Dingnan Army. Generals such as Guo Peng usually discussed how to defeat such steel monsters.

Speaking of which, there are many ways to do it. After all, the advantages and disadvantages of this unit are equally obvious in combat.

If the battlefield is large enough and there is a wide space for tactical deployment, the light cavalry can completely defeat this type of heavy cavalry.

But all the tactical discussions have shown that in the situation like this, there is not much difference between the confrontation between light cavalry and heavy cavalry and death.

Guo Peng had witnessed with his own eyes the crushing massacre of light cavalry by heavy armored cavalry. It was the tribal cavalry that the Dingnan Army suppressed in Gan Ning. These tribal cavalry had excellent riding skills and bravery in combat, but when they had to face such

When the heavy armored cavalry launched an attack, all they could receive was death.

At that time, I saw only excitement and coldness.

But when he faced such a situation today, when that helpless feeling of despair came to his mind, he could deeply understand the mood of those tribal leaders back then.

Guo Peng is of course different.

As a former personal soldier of Li Xu and a general that Zuo Qiuming relied on, he wore fish scale armor that was much better than Zha armor, and the war horse he rode was also covered in leather armor.

The spear in his hand accurately stabbed the weakest point of the enemy's armor on the opposite side, knocking the opponents off their horses one by one. Guo Peng moved forward quickly, not willing to fight. Behind him, more subordinates relied on him to clear the way.

forward.

Now everyone knows one thing. In this battle, there is no extravagant hope of defeating the enemy. As long as you can return alive, it is considered a victory.

Xin Jian set his sights on Guo Peng.

Guo Peng's armor and the superhuman combat power he displayed showed the difference in this man. Xin Jian still wanted to gain more results, so how could he tolerate this man destroying his gains?

The two collided head on.

The two spears were pointed straight at the opponent.

Neither of them had the intention to dodge.

At this time, Xin Jian was extremely grateful for the lesson Xiao Ding had given him in Bianliang Shanglin Garden. If he had encountered this move for the first time, he would have been in a hurry and would have tried to avoid it first.

When masters compete with each other, they fall behind step by step. If they want to come back, it will be extremely difficult.

This is a contest of courage.

This is also a contest of skills.

Whoever hides first will be at a disadvantage.

Neither of them evaded immediately, but instead stared at each other with wide eyes, showing a desperate desperate style.

Only when the gun tip was approaching their vital points, the two of them turned their bodies slightly in unison. The tip of the iron gun grazed the breastplate and pierced it. Sparks flew everywhere, and a sour sound was heard.

Rings.

The spear heads left deep marks on the armor of both sides.

The two horses were staggered, and Guo Peng did not see the other's face, because the other's face was hidden behind the visor, and the only thing he could see clearly was the pair of deep eyes.

Then, he heard the wind coming from behind.

Guo Peng was horrified and suddenly fell on the saddle. He really couldn't figure out how the other party could return the gun and attack him again at this moment.

Of course not a gun.

Xin Jian had a trump card in his gun. Even Xiao Ding, who was mentally prepared, did not see clearly how the other party used this trump card, let alone Guo Peng, who had no understanding of Xin Jian.

There was a muffled sound.

Guo Peng's reaction was quick enough, and his response was the most correct choice at the moment, but Xin Jian's move came too quickly, and still hit Guo Peng hard on the back.

Armor can prevent arrows and spears from being stabbed, but for blows from such blunt weapons, its only function is to disperse the power and reduce the damage.

As soon as the mace went down, Guo Peng was lying on the horse's back, his throat was sweet, and a mouthful of blood came up.

When an oncoming iron kite saw Guo Peng spitting out blood, he was overjoyed and thought he had something to gain. He shouted and rushed over with a sword.

Guo Peng spit out a mouthful of blood again, but he waved the spear with one hand, raised it high, and dropped it heavily. Before Tie Yaozi's knife fell, his whole head was retracted by Guo Peng's shot.

If it goes into the neck, the person will naturally die beyond death.

Guo Peng, who drew this shot, really frightened the iron kites who came after him. They couldn't help but ride their horses to avoid this enemy general who was so fierce with blood spurting from his mouth.

His eyes were empty, and Guo Peng finally saw that there was no more enemy in front of him. He continued to ride forward. He looked back and looked behind him. There were at most a hundred people who could still keep up with him. The rest had fallen.

On the battlefield, even if you are entangled by the enemy, you will never be able to escape.

"Follow me and get closer to the city wall." Guo Peng roared loudly. Every time he roared, blood spurted out from his mouth, which looked really scary.

If someone runs away, someone will naturally chase him.

When Xin Jian circled his horse and turned around, what he saw was at least a hundred kites on horseback chasing each other closely.

"Be careful, come back!" Xin Jian blurted out, but in the noisy battlefield, he called with all his strength. In other people's ears, it was no different from the buzzing of a mosquito.

It's a pity that the battlefield discipline of the newly formed Iron Kites is obviously not comparable to that of the Guangrui Army Headquarters, and their knowledge of the battlefield situation is almost zero. Xin Jian's roar cannot make these eager Iron Kites

The kites turned around, and in their eyes at this moment, the running opponents in front were just copper coins that were always yellow.

There was a buzzing sound, and the howling sound of the divine arm bow on the city wall instantly spread throughout the battlefield.

It was not one or two, but hundreds of divine arm bows shooting at the same time.

Xin Jian looked with some despair at his subordinates who were enveloped by the divine arm bow.

If the arrows were fired by other crossbows, they would not cause much damage to the iron kite, which was covered in armor. Even if the armor was broken, it would not be life-threatening. However, Xin Jian's power against the divine arm bow

But it couldn't be clearer. The damn general of the Difficult Army deliberately led the iron kite within the shooting range of the divine arm bow on the city. Within this distance, the divine arm bow could break through the armor with ease.

The reality is similar to what Xin Jian saw. After the arrow rain, the number of people who escaped were only thirty or forty horses. These people were on the edge of the arrow rain. Even so, they also had a lot of wounds on their bodies.

There was a hail of arrows, and two of them lost their horses. They dropped their weapons and ran back with their heads in their hands.

Xin Jian turned around angrily, clamped his horse between his legs, and rushed towards the trapped cavalrymen who were still struggling to their death.

"Go to hell!" he roared, sweeping the gun with one hand and waving his mace with the other, like a tiger like a flock of sheep.

Guo Peng was supported by soldiers and he coughed up blood all the way back to the city tower. He went out with 500 riders, but came back with only a hundred riders. The city was completely silent.

"General, you are not from Guangrui Army Headquarters, you are from Dangxiang. Except for a few leaders, the rest are all from Dangxiang!" Guo Peng said bitterly.

"Where did the party members get these armors?" someone asked in surprise.

Zuo Qiuming's face turned ashen as water. Where did he get the armor from? Of course it was given to him by Xiao Ding.

No one knows the imperial court's Tibetan military policy better than Zuo Qiuming. After these people were recruited in the past, in the eyes of the general, the greatest role they could play was to consume the enemy's arrows and blunt the opponent's swords and guns.

, no one cares how many people die. And the Tibetan soldiers know it very well, so their combat effectiveness has always been inferior to chopsticks.

What Guo Peng brought out were the elites under his command. If he lost to the Guangrui Army Headquarters, he had nothing to say. After all, the shadow of the famous tree was absolutely indistinguishable from the Liao people's team.

.But losing to a group of Tibetan soldiers made Zuo Qiuming feel extremely uncomfortable.

More importantly, he saw some extremely bad signs from here.

Xiao Zhi was indeed able to bring together the scattered Hengshan Party items.

Xiao Zhi was willing to give such good armor to these party members.

This shows that both parties have established a very high level of trust.

The party members showed amazing fighting ability.

Although they still lack strict organizational discipline, just looking at today's battle, you can understand that even this weak point is gradually improving.

These people actually know how to read flags and advance and retreat by listening to military bugles.

Xin Jian returned to the formation with more than four hundred iron kites, somewhat ashamed.

The reason why he was ashamed was that he did not stop his men from pursuing Guo Peng in the end, which resulted in some completely unnecessary losses. The reason why he was ashamed was because as the leader of the Iron Kites, he enforced the most basic rule of prohibition and also ordered

It was not fully implemented.

His men did not have this consciousness yet. Although they lost dozens of people, they killed more than 300 light cavalry of the Dingnan Army. No matter where you look at it, this is an absolute victory. So they

He was shouting and laughing excitedly, calculating how much reward he could get and how many levels he could be promoted to.

Xiao Ding waved his hand, and a group of personal guards came out and went straight to the iron kites. They caught the iron kites who had broken their horses and lost their weapons, and carried them to the front of the formation.

The group immediately pushed him down and knelt on the ground. The third person choked and pulled out his sword.

This stance is meant to kill people.

The scene immediately became quiet.

"Horses can die and people can escape, but what about the weapons you use to fight?" Xiao Ding rode his horse and walked slowly to them, "A soldier has lost the weapon in his hand, what is he still doing alive?"

As soon as Xiao Ding finished speaking, the swords in the hands of the guards flashed a cold light.
Chapter completed!