Wei Yongzhi's hare lips moved, and the tip of his spear pointed at Juvolidu. Everyone could see clearly that this Hun general who was leading the charge was the leader of the Hun cavalry, just like a wolf.
Suddenly, a strong gust of wind came from behind Wei Yongzhi's head. His expression changed and he instinctively shrank his head. He felt a strong air flow flying past his head, and even his helmet tassel was lifted up. He looked ahead.
, Nakuvolidu suddenly flew out from his horse, and a spear handle appeared on his chest. His eyes were full of fear, and even when he and his spear were knocked away for more than ten steps, they were nailed to the ground.
When he did, he murmured: "It's so fast!"
Waves of cheers rang out from the Beifu army: "Brother Jinu is mighty, Brother Jinu is mighty."
On top of the small hillock, Liu Yu had a disdainful smile on his lips and swung his arms: "How dare you charge into the battle with such martial arts skills?!"
Sun Chu laughed and said: "Brother Jinu, you are so powerful. How did you do it with a direct hit from a distance of more than a hundred steps?!"
Liu Yu grinned: "Sandanzi, you can use your time to practice stone locks every day to practice flying in the woods like I do. You can do it too."
Ju Nan looked back with eyes wide open and yelled: "Volidu!" He almost fell off his horse, but several guards behind him quickly rode over to help him, preventing him from falling off his horse.
Ju Nan violently shook off the people around him and shouted with gritted teeth: "Come on, I saw that man standing on the hillock is the enemy who killed my son. You must capture him alive.
I will rip out his heart and liver alive as a memorial to my son!"
As Jufulidu was killed by Liu Yu, the Hun cavalry who were charging in front had a slight decline in their indomitable momentum. The ground was covered with corpses, so they could not increase their impact during the attack.
At full speed, when Kuvolidu fell off his horse, many people behind him walked around his body for fear of stepping on him. More than ten horsemen rushed to his side, dismounted and wanted to help him up and take a look.
Whether there was any rescue or not, this caused a little confusion in the charging Huns cavalry formation. As for the full speed, it was out of the question.
Liu Yu saw it clearly and said loudly: "Shoot the arrow, shoot the arrow, shoot me hard!"
His order was quickly conveyed to Sun Chu in the form of flags and horns. A loud bugle sounded, and in the phalanx behind the shield wall and the forest, bursts of dark cloud-like arrow rain rose up, mercilessly
It poured down within a hundred steps, covering the fire without distinction, causing those Hun cavalry who were waving their horses and trying to speed up to be hit by arrows and fell off their horses.
But these Huns cavalry are all the elite members of the Junan HQ. They are not the servant cavalry in front of them who have Xiao Jiujiu in their hearts and are afraid of death. Even if they lose their leading general, even if they suffer heavy casualties, even if they are faced with a shield wall.
Zhang Lin still refused to back down. The living people roared and rushed towards the front array of the Beifu Army, because they believed that as long as they rushed up and bumped into them, they could crush these Jin troops with their iron hoofs!
Here in the Beifu Army, the garrison at the back has reached the front, and is on the same level as the front line. This has turned the originally staggered array into a neat horizontal line. The three rows in front are shields and long-hands, which are in line with them.
About five steps away from the rear, two rows of archers were hoisting and releasing arrows into the sky at the fastest speed to attack the enemy in front. Behind the shield wall, the captains of each team were roaring at the top of their lungs.
Saying: "Hold it, hold it, be prepared to prevent the enemy's cavalry from attacking!"
The soldiers in the back row shouted neat slogans: "Hold it, hold it, hold it!" While shouting, they leaned forward and put their hands hard on the waist and back of their companions in front to increase their resistance to impact.
With concentration, the infantrymen on the front line stood up from the ground, straightened up their horses, and supported their lower bodies firmly on the ground. They leaned forward slightly, holding the long spears in their hands tightly, and flashing in their eyes.
The cold light pierced the Hun cavalry charging towards them.
"Peng Pa", finally, dozens of Hun cavalry rushed through the arrow rain array in front. Many of them had many arrow shafts inserted into their bodies and were covered in blood, but they still successfully hit the Beifu Army's enemy.
Even if the infantry phalanx did not attack with full force, the momentum of the dozens of kilometers at that time and the weight of the men and horses over there were still a huge shock wave, and the Beifu Army formation that was hit was suddenly shocked
Many small gaps appeared, and the soldiers who were pushing against each other had their legs hit the ground, leaving deep marks on the ground. The entire three rows of people retreated.
Tan Pingzhi was holding a large shield in his hand. He was not holding a sword. He was holding the handle on the back of the shield with both hands. A ferocious-looking Hun cavalry crashed directly into his front, with the mace in his hand high up.
He raised it and then slammed it hard against the big shield in front of Tan Pingzhi.
With a "pop" sound, a huge momentum came from Tan Pingzhi's hand. He felt as if his arms were severely twisted by something, and he suddenly became numb. Then, the Hun rider and his horse,
Hitting his shield, Tan Pingzhi quickly closed his mouth, his cheeks were filled with air, his eyes were wide open, his feet were firmly planted on the ground, but due to this huge momentum, they rushed
He could not help but move back, but thanks to his nephew Tan Shao behind him, the hand on his waist was strong enough to prevent him from falling.
The ferocious face of the Huns cavalry was clearly displayed in front of Tan Pingzhi, covered with knife marks. Tan Pingzhi knew that this was the custom of the Huns. When a relative or friend dies, they have to mark their faces at the funeral.
The bloodstains on the Huns showed their grief, which also made most of the Huns look like evil ghosts, and they didn't even need to wear masks to scare people.
Tan Pingzhi was forced to retreat seven steps due to this impact. His internal organs were shaking violently, but the huge momentum gradually became smaller. When Tan Pingzhi felt that his legs
, when he took the seventh step, he finally realized that he was being held back this time.
Tan Pingzhi burst out laughing: "Hu Gou, do you have this much strength?! That's all! Prick me!"
The moment the Huns rushed onto the shield, because the impact was not too fast, he was not knocked out of the horse. His feet were firmly entangled in the stirrups, and the mace in his hand was
Waving left and right, he wanted to hit all the Jin soldiers around him. Of course, the one he wanted to hit most was Tan Pingzhi. This armored man hiding behind the shield had been his target for a long time, but his
The mace was struck many times, causing sawdust to fly all over the surface of the shield, but it still failed to do what he wanted.
Tan Pingzhi's eyes widened, he picked up a long stick stuck on the ground, and shouted sternly: "Stab it, sting it!"