It has been said before that the Black Armor Iron Cavalry is the elite among the elites of the Liao army, and it can be called their last killer weapon. This is not only because the iron armor on them is extremely difficult to forge. The best iron consumes more than 100 kilograms of iron armor, but also requires the best craftsmen to forge it. Moreover, the warriors who can wear this kind of iron armor are also extremely high. They cannot succeed if they are not the strongest in the Liao army, but also require extremely skilled riding skills and combat ability to cooperate with it.

It can be said that every black armored iron cavalry is one of the best, and martial arts, physical fitness and riding skills are indispensable. It is precisely because of this that even with the strong combat power of the Liao Kingdom, over the years, it has formed a 30,000-strong black armored iron cavalry, and has always been alone in the Si Shi Army controlled by the emperor. In the past, the Song army had not even seen many of them, let alone confronting such powerful enemies.

But this time, it was obvious that the Liao Kingdom knew what this battle meant to them. Once the southern line collapsed and Youzhou was taken away, the Great Liao would really be destroyed. So even though the northern line was in danger, they still transferred 10,000 Xuan-armored Iron Cavalry to support Youzhou.

It can be said that no matter who it is, this Xuan Armor Iron Cavalry is like a treasure. At present, the battle has just begun, and the Xuan Armor Iron Cavalry has been killed by a young Song army general one after another, which is a situation that no one can accept. Especially for Ge Motan, the chief general of this cavalry, this is a major stain in his military career. Such stains must be washed away by the enemy's blood!

So he couldn't bear it anymore, so he personally urged the horse to kill the monk. The giant hammer in his hand was fifty-eight kilograms, and without wielding it, his strength reached an astonishing 200 kilograms. Ordinary opponents were afraid that he would vomit blood and fall from the horse if he couldn't stand it. However, the young general of the Song army in front of him was really powerful. He fought with him with a steel gun for more than ten rounds without getting a disadvantage.

Although every hammer they interacted with could shake each other's body and the war horses under their crotch were even foaming, the boy had to withstand the pressure like a mountain, and even fought back twice. Unfortunately, his seemingly fierce gun move was like itchy when he fell on Ge Motan, and it was difficult to hurt at all, which made Zhong Jing fall into an extremely passive scene.

He was indeed very powerless at this time. The opponent's attack was domineering and fierce, which made him exhausted to deal with it. Therefore, the counterattack that had found opportunities could not be as exquisite as before. Although he saw the gap between the armor, there were often deviations when the real stab was in the way, and only a few white marks were wiped out on the iron armor. He was beaten so one-sidedly that his physical energy was quickly consumed, and he was about to be unable to hold on.

What made Zhong Jing feel even more desperate was that the casualties of other soldiers rose sharply. At this time, more than a thousand people had fallen under the continuous impact of the Iron Cavalry, and the Liao army behind had decisively surrounded them, and it was possible to swallow the thousands of Western cavalry that turned back at any time.

"I was wrong, I shouldn't have acted irritably..." Zong Jing was filled with regret and guilt, but he was powerless to change, so he could only hold on. With another shock, the powerful hammer fell and hit the rod of the already somewhat deformed spear. Then he exclaimed, but found that the spear that had accompanied him for many years was broken into two pieces. This led to the opening of the middle door in his chest.

Seeing this, Ge Motan laughed loudly: "Song people, come and take your life!" He waved it again in the tiger's roar. What the sophistication can do at this time is to urge the horse with all its strength and rush to the side, in order to flash out the attack range before the hammer fell. But at this moment, variables reappeared. The war horse under his crotch actually softened his hooves, leaned down, and fell down with a bang, and took the owner on his back to fall off the horse.

The long-term rushing, the rapid start and stop, and the subsequent continuous pressure from above - the heavy blows that were blocked by the seeds fell on the horse. With such continuous heavy pressure, even if the Xihe horse is extraordinary and young and strong, it finally came to its death. It had been persisting until the end. As soon as it fell down, strands of blood were gushing out from its mouth and nose, but it could not even move.

The owner's etiquette on its back was thrown out in an extremely embarrassed position. Fortunately, he pulled his feet away from the stirrups in time when the horse fell, otherwise he would have been afraid that half of his body would be pressed down. But when he was thrown out and landed heavily, he still hurt him very much and could not get up for a long time.

However, this was not entirely a bad result. At least, this made Zong Jing and Ge Motan have a distance. The hammer that was accumulating power fell into the air, which also made the Liao general stunned for a moment, and then rode his horse to chase him again.

This time, his face was filled with a ferocious smile. Because he knew that after being dismissed, the Song General in front of him had no ability to fight with him, and it seemed that he was still injured and it was difficult for him to stand up.

The horse under his crotch ran fast. With just one breath, he had already reached the seeds again. With the whistling, the sledgehammer fell and hit him hard.

"Bang!" The sledgehammer fell heavily, smashing the soil and rocks everywhere, but it did not bring out the expected screams and blood and blood. Because the seeds rushed to the end, a lazy donkey rolled over and avoided it. Although his body was hurt by the rapid splash of mud and stones, and there were several bloody holes on his face, the fortune teller was still there.

At the same time, taking advantage of the other party's hammer collection, he rushed to the other side quickly. There, a Liao army cavalry had just beheaded a Western army soldier and dropped him. Before he could close his sword, he saw a flash of figure in front of him. One of them rushed directly behind his horse, and another hand also wrapped around his neck.

At the moment of life and death, the sutra actually burst out with amazing speed and power, and it instantly swept over the Liao army cavalry half a head taller than him. At the same time, his broken gun was stabbed hard, and with a sniffle, the spear head had completely penetrated into the opponent's door. There was exactly one of the biggest weaknesses of these cavalry. They only wore iron helmets, and there was no protection at the door of the door.

After killing the enemy, the Sutra did not stop at all. He raised his hand and threw the corpse off the horse. At the same time, he lifted the reins and turned and rushed backwards. At the same time, a roar from the rear rose again, and Ge Motan also chased him. Because the hammer he had all his strength just now, he was also unable to continue chasing the Song general as soon as possible, but he also let him take off and killed a subordinate in front of him. This made Ge Motan even more angry and wanted to tear the other party apart to pieces before he was willing to do so. Naturally, he continued to urge the horse to chase him.

I thought that with the distance I had just opened, he had a horse in his hand, and he felt that he could always get rid of this terrible enemy. But then, he realized that he was thinking too much, because after running a few steps, there was another strong wind coming from behind his head, which scared him to rush forward and press on the horse's back, so he avoided the fatal blow. The enemy was chasing him and was about to be caught up!

Obviously, he ignored an extremely critical issue - although everyone has horses, the quality of horses and horses is very different. As the leader of the cavalry, Gemotan's mount is a BMW in a thousand, and it is not very strong than ordinary cavalry horses. Therefore, once you chase with all your strength, the meridian will naturally be quickly pulled closer, and being caught up is just a blink of an eye.

"Huh--!" This time the hammer swept across. Fortunately, the monk was prepared and turned over and hid on the other side of the horse. Only then did he avoid the killer move, but he was forced into the most dangerous situation.

"Boil it for me!" This time, Ge Motan also learned his lesson. Before the force of the hammer was swept out, he turned from sweeping to a downward pressure, and with a bang, the heavy hammer hit the back of the horse. The force was two or three hundred kilograms, and the horse could not resist it at all. Its body softened and fell heavily. The monks had already jumped forward, and as soon as they fell to the ground, they rolled over, and the hammer that followed happened to do so.

In order to save his life, this time, the sutra used all his strength. However, his speed was not as fast as a horse. As he rolled up and got up again, a strong horse's leg was coming towards him.

"Are you still bound to die after all?" At this moment, Zong Jing felt calm. He had done his best, and it was indeed because he made a big mistake that ended in such a result. He was considered to be more than death.

It was just that he had implicated so many Western soldiers, and he felt uneasy... As his mind turned, he looked up at the battlefield ahead at the critical moment of life and death. I guess the brothers there were dead and injured at this time. The mistake he made could only be paid back in the next life...

But this glance shocked him, because the war ahead became stalemate, and the enemy and us actually fought to the draw, and the fierce iron cavalry were blocked.

How could this be?

Just as the question arose, there was a roar on my side: "Don't be crazy! Let me, Di Heming, fight you!" Before I finished speaking, two sharp sounds suddenly started, and then the hammer that had already hit the back of the sutra was quickly pulled away, and a jingle sound rang out in the back.

Without looking back, you can know what happened. Di Heming, the best archery technique in the Western Army, must have used arrows to force the other party to return and save himself, and also save his life.

At the same time, two more fast horses rushed over. One quickly killed the spear, and the spear came out like a dragon, and went straight to Ge Motan and fought fiercely. The other person stretched out his hand and pulled the somewhat dazed sutra on the horse's back.

It turned out that just when the monks fought with all their might and had no time to look around, the war in the rear had already undergone a considerable change...
Chapter completed!