If you are careless and don't dodge, everyone will just laugh and you will only feel slightly embarrassed.
But in the battle formation, if you are careless and fail to dodge, you will die!
The rain of arrows fell, followed by dozens of corpses.
The border troops are indeed well-trained.
The ignited arrow was shot backwards, and in the blink of an eye, the night sky was illuminated red.
Pulling the burning carriage, the horses roared and the shouts shook the sky.
Night is no longer anyone’s cover.
The expressions of more than three thousand Liang people, including shock, shock, anger, and ferociousness, all changed in the blink of an eye.
The border troops would not think about why so many people came. They only knew that Niu Ren gave the order.
The cold thieves don't think about why they fell into the trap. They only know to draw their scimitars and kill them.
The distance between the two sides was only more than 200 steps. At this distance, the archers only had two opportunities to fire volleys.
The arrows inserted into the corpses or on the ground illuminated every detail of the battlefield. The flames burned the reins of the war horses, and the scattered and burning carriage frames reflected the red thief's ferocious face.
The infantry of Guoyi Camp, holding shields, advanced slowly but orderly.
Liang Ren, on the other hand, rushed forward in a swarm, in disarray.
Like a comet hitting the earth, two different nations, the bravest and most elite warriors of two different nations, just like countless wars over the past hundred years, there is no communication, only killing.
These are the rules, the rules on the battlefield, four words, life or death.
"kill!"
A killing sound came from Niu Ren's mouth, and the two sides finally collided. After this killing sound, the shield-wielding infantry stepped forward, firmly holding the big shield with his shoulders, and the spear with a cold light fired fiercely from the gap of the shield.
Stab it out.
The blood and fire intertwined to create a strange color. There was fire in the blood, and there was also blood in the fire.
After being irrigated by blood, the fire burned more vigorously, and the blood illuminated by the fire became more dazzling and alluring.
Blood and fire are the merits of every man and every warrior on the border and on the grassland.
Underneath every feat are corpses.
Niu Ren stood at the back, holding a long knife, and shouted kill again.
The flowing arrows were like passing locusts. After the harsh sound of breaking through the air, Liang Ren's extremely chaotic formation was briefly cut apart.
Within a few breaths, dozens of corpses fell.
Not all the Iron Wolf Guards rushed forward. Anatu and Niu Ren were at the very back, surrounded by hundreds of Iron Wolf Guards who formed a circle around him.
Even without his horse, Ryoto is still the best shooter.
When the bow is drawn and the string is pulled, the long arrow is shot out from the back sides of both sides.
At the third kill, the pike soldier picked up the shield on the ground, quickly squatted on the ground, and put the shield on his shoulder. Hundreds of people used their shields to form a slope.
This "slope" is called the life-stealing slope among the frontier infantry. When you climb this slope, you have to take your life and use your own life to take the enemy's life.
The sound of gold and iron clashing could be heard endlessly. The infantrymen of Guoyi Battalion holding long knives rushed up the slope made of shields as Niu Ren's baton fell. They leaped high and passed the comrades holding shields at the front.
them.
The knife is a straight knife with a blade length of 1.2 meters. It is used for chopping and rarely stabbing. It can be held with one hand. It requires extremely high wrist strength and is slightly recurved.
The foot soldiers leaped high on their shields, but with swords in both hands, they jumped, fell, and slashed with their hands, causing blood to fly and kill them.
The biggest difference between humans and animals is that the former can use tools, and by using tools, they can kill more efficiently.
The sword represents the most primitive and violent tool, a killing tool.
The spears were retracted, the shields fell to the ground, and as the infantry jumped down in unison, knocking the fish that had slipped under the spears to the ground, the battlefield sounded the heaviest note of killing.
When this note sounds, blood and courage will compete. Until there is no resistance from either side on the battlefield, the rest sign covered with blood will appear.
There are no more arrows in the air, and shields are meaningless. In the flesh and blood mill outside the mountains and forests of the border town, only swords are the most effective tools.
Liang Ren's scimitar is equally sharp, and the battlefield will always be primitive.
Between life and death, there is no back and forth, no time to guess the moves, no time to think about any unrealistic fighting methods, everything is based on instinct, instinct is to chop, there is no need to block, any block is
Any burden will make you fall into hell faster. You can only chop, chop non-stop, chop the enemy in front of you under your feet, chop non-stop until there are no more enemies to chop, or you fall down.
No more cutting power.
This is a cold weapon war. When you step into the battlefield and hold a weapon in hand, the only thing you can do is to chop.
More than 2,000 warriors from the Guoyi camp of the frontier army faced off against more than 3,000 Liang thieves, the Iron Wolf Guards.
Both sides are the most elite warriors in their respective camps.
This is not a poetry fight, let alone a court battle. Life and death are only in the blink of an eye, between a thin line. There is no room for maneuver. Those who do not fight will die. Those who are timid will die. Those who hesitate will die. The only option is to fight for your life.
Only by being brave and moving forward will you have a chance to stay alive. Stay alive and wait for the next battlefield.
Every moment, someone falls down. When they fall, it is meaningless. My blood, the blood of others, the strong wind, and the yellow sand are combined together. It is also like the strong wind and the yellow sand, which is meaningless.
, is so ordinary, as ordinary as every yellow sand at the border is soaked in blood.
The firelight reflects the blood rain, the cold blade reflects the cold light, the warm firelight and the warm blood, the cold blade, and the ferocious face interweave the most authentic tragic song of the border.
There seems to be a line between the two camps, a line carved by an invisible hand.
Both sides are struggling to cross that line, one after another, and the battlefield is constantly expanding. Only by crossing that line can one prove that one's side has the advantage.
A person needs to go through countless hardships from birth to adulthood. Whether within the walls or on the grassland, life is magical. It is so magical that when you first enter the world, you are as delicate as a flower.
, cannot withstand any wind and waves, between heaven and earth, for several years, ten years, and decades, it is constantly changing, either painful or happy, growing and changing.
Life is also very weird, so weird that it takes countless years to live, and death only happens in an instant.
Chu Qing stood on the slope, with only flames and blood in his eyes.
He couldn't tell who had the advantage.
This was the first time that he had truly experienced a battle. He did not face death directly, but he clearly witnessed the cruelty of the battle.
If there is no wall, your own flesh and blood is the wall.
There is no commanding height and there is almost no risk in shooting arrows. The only thing that can kill is your own body, the body holding the weapon.
Harvesting life, or being harvested of life, this is the battlefield.
There are no extra words to describe the battle formation, nor does it need to be given any special meaning. It is just a naked battle of life and death.
Everything was described and endowed by literati or people who had not personally experienced the war after the war.
But those who actually experience all this do not need to think, and have no time to think. They just rely on instinct to kill or be killed.
"Master!"
Fu San had already climbed up, like a leopard ready to pounce on its prey at any time.
"General of the Iron Wolf Guard, right there!"
Looking in the direction of Fu San's finger, Chu Qing saw a sturdy man wearing a black cloak.
His appearance and figure were unclear, and he didn't appear to be that tall. He was protected by nearly a hundred Liang people. He didn't say a word, but just watched the warriors under his command continue to dance face-to-face with the God of Death.
Chu Qing gave the order without any hesitation: "Go around, everyone go behind Liang Thief, shoot arrows, and kill the Iron Wolf Guard general!"
War is related to everyone, whether it is the emperor, the ministers, the common people, or the commander-in-chief of the Qianqi Camp.
Because the soldiers of the border army and the Guoyi Battalion were dying in battle. Regardless of whether they had an advantage or not, they had killed many people in battle. They died fighting for every Chang person.
Chu Qing could not remain indifferent, even if there were only less than forty people behind him, even if these forty people were all detective horses and imperial guards.
Chu Qing could no longer act as a bystander.
The only thing he has to do now is to abandon all those meaningless titles in front of the battle formation, in front of the corpses of the frontier soldiers who died in the battle, three-level supervisors, commanders of thousands of cavalry battalions, and tens of millions of coins in their hands.
Rich man, all his identities are meaningless. The only meaning is to join this war. When one day, when he returns to the capital, Chu Wensheng, Tao Ruolin, and Huang Laosi ask him, when all this happens
When the frontier troops died in battle, where were you, Chu Qing?
I, Chu Qing, rushed to the battlefield. This is the only answer that Chu Qing can utter!