Volume 1 Empire in the Morning Chapter 182: The feet of the barren are on the grassland (1)
Volume 1: The Empire in the Morning Chapter 182: The Desolate Man’s Feet Stepping on the Grassland (Part 1)
The sharp ax whizzed through the air and then fell, cutting deeply into the heads of the war horses and cutting off the arms of the prairie cavalry. Accompanied by a sudden muffled howl, countless war horses fell to the ground miserably, and the prairie men on the war horses fell miserably.
Death and blood failed to defeat the fighting will of the prairie cavalry. Instead, the elite cavalry directly under Zuozhang Wangting showed a stronger fighting spirit. They waved the scimitars in their hands, roared and continued to move forward despite the rain of axes.
rush.
Contrary to the almost crazy prairie cavalry, the desert warriors have remained silent from the beginning of the war to the present. Whether they are running at high speed, dodging arrows, falling to the ground injured, or throwing throwing axes with all their strength, they always keep their lips tightly closed.
On a battlefield filled with blood and severed limbs that should have been fierce and fierce, this silence became even more terrifying.
However, if there were bystanders on the edge of the battlefield, in their eyes, the prairie cavalry coming from the wilderness, roaring and charging forward, had far surpassed these silent desert warriors in terms of momentum.
The black tides formed by the prairie cavalry finally approached the silent warriors of the wilderness, and then they collided for the first time. What is incredible is that the warriors of the wilderness, who seemed weak because of their silence, were not struck by the heavy blow.
The cavalry were washed away. They stood like rocks in the black tide, but they were not washed away!
A young desert warrior squatted down and slashed out his sword with lightning from his waist. The face of the prairie cavalry who was charging towards him suddenly dropped with a look of shock on his face. The horse under him let out a scream, and his two front legs were neatly trimmed at some point.
Cut them all off.
A prime-year desert warrior looked at the prairie cavalry who rushed towards him with the force of wind and thunder. He stepped forward with his right foot, sank down and hit the horse hard with his shoulder. No matter how you look at it, using your human body to hit the horse
They were all seeking death. However, the shoulders of this mature man were as hard as steel. The angle he chose to hit was so accurate. He just avoided the scimitar swung by the cavalry and hit the shoulder blade of the front leg of the war horse.
A vulnerable place.
Only a muffled howl, whether from a human or a horse, was heard. The war horse neighed and rolled over. The prairie cavalry on the horse perfectly demonstrated his riding skills at this moment. He turned over and got out of the saddle.
He avoided the tragic ending of being crushed by a heavy war horse, but... as soon as his feet landed on the ground, the long sword of the strong man warrior whizzed towards him, and chopped off his head with a swipe!
Wow!
The black tide composed of prairie cavalry overflowed. The wasteland warriors stood in the black tide holding long knives and were swallowed up instantly. But a moment later, countless waves made of blood splashed in the black tide. However, these mature or childish people
The deserted man emerged from the water again, covered in blood, and faced the second wave.
The tide overflowed the reef and then receded slowly. The reef still stood silently on the seaside, as if it would be the same in hundreds of millions of years. It would never be washed away by the tide!
The desert warriors were not ignorant rocks. Facing the black tide of prairie cavalry coming from the wilderness, one after another, they did not choose to be silent forever or fight hard, but to make decisions as quickly as possible.
The second reaction.
With their feet tied with animal skins, they ran quickly on the grassland that was slightly hardened by the cold. Carrying grass roots and broken soil with them, the desert warriors moved like countless shadows among the black tide of prairie cavalry.
They avoided those precise arrows, those sharp scimitars, and the impact of the war horses. They moved closer to each other in a tacit understanding. In a group of five, they divided and surrounded the grassland cavalry in the middle of the Kuroshio.
The scene at that time was very strange. The black tide of prairie cavalry had flooded the entire battlefield, but they could not devour these stone-like desolate men in the shortest possible time. And these desolate men did not care about the knives and arrows behind them.
, ignoring the few prairie cavalry who were divided and surrounded by five of their own, they silently and fiercely charged forward, waving their long knives. The long knives were sharp and cut through the air, their feet flashed like the wind, and where the blood spattered, there was grassland from time to time.
The cavalryman fell from his saddle and was instantly cut into miserable pieces of flesh by several knives.
The peripheral prairie cavalry and the cavalry that had already crossed the battle line were unable to provide effective rescue at all. They tried their best to use their bows and arrows, but the number of desert warriors they could shoot to death was extremely limited.
Relying on the terrifying close defense power and unimaginable running speed, this battle between cavalry and infantry on the vast grassland, which should have been one-sided or even massacre, actually developed towards an incredible outcome.
In fact, ever since the Huangren tribe moved south and began to come into contact with the Zuothang Khan tribe of the grassland, this kind of scene that completely goes against the fighting philosophy of the grassland cavalry has been constantly being staged.
The most terrifying thing in battle is not failure, but when you find that the concepts you have learned in the past and the most effective fighting methods suddenly become ineffective. This kind of mental blow will directly make people lose their confidence in fighting.
In the previous battles, the reason why the prairie cavalry suffered a complete defeat was closely related to this inexplicable mental panic. Every time they launched a seemingly foolproof charge, they found that the charge had no effect, and instead became one of those skinny little men.
No matter how powerful the deserters' massacre target is, no matter how powerful the troops are, and no matter how strict the battlefield discipline is, they can't prevent the subsequent collapse.
According to the process of previous battles, the prairie cavalry should have a mental breakdown at this time, and then withdraw from the battlefield in an extremely panic, regroup and rest again, restore their mental and physical strength, wait for the next charge, and then collapse and fail again... But today's situation is obvious
Somewhat different.
The cavalry who were divided and surrounded by the desert warriors on foot did not collapse. They had long been mentally prepared for the outcome of death, so they burst out with extremely fearless courage before dying, waving the scimitar in their hands desperately, and bursting out with extremely powerful energy.
Although they still cannot avoid falling under the long swords of the desert warriors in the end, the desert warriors often have to pay a higher price to kill a prairie cavalry than the previous times.
Around the central battlefield with dense blood waves, the prairie cavalry who were supposed to support their trapped comrades, after hearing a low horn, picked up the reins and ran away without hesitation, completely ignoring that their companions were being besieged by the desert warriors.
They fell to the ground one after another, but divided into two teams as quickly as possible, and drove away in the east-west direction while wiping the central battlefield.
The huge waves hitting the rocks suddenly split into two sides, leaving the remaining waves in the middle still clinging to the black rocks. Behind the fork where the two fronts of the prairie cavalry separated, a gorgeous carriage slowly drove up.
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The carriage was decorated with gold and silver and was extremely gorgeous. On a disc made of fine steel in the middle of the carriage, the lines were densely interconnected and seemed even more complicated than the billions of stars in the sky at night.
On both sides of the metal disk, stood two expressionless strong men from the prairie. They were covered in heavy metal armor and held heavy sharp scimitars in their hands. The Central Plains countries strictly controlled the output of salt and iron, and it was very important here on the prairie.
It is rare to see full-metal heavy armor. Warriors who are qualified to wear heavy armor must be the highest-ranking, bravest and most powerful warriors in each royal court.
Today, the task of the two most powerful warriors from the grassland Zuozhang Khan's court is not to fight, but to protect the metal disc on the carriage and the person sitting on the disc.
There is a skinny old man sitting on the metal disk. The old man is wearing a golden nobleman's costume. He wears a ring made of agate on his left finger. The runes painted with wolf blood on his eyebrows tell everyone his identity:
He is one of the seven most respected wizards in Zuozhang Royal Court.
The old wizard looked expressionlessly at the soldiers who were still fighting on the grassland in the distance. His dry lips moved quickly, and his skinny fingers kept tapping on the metal disc. A sound like a war drum came out from his lips.
The spell seems to have an extremely magical power.
A cloud suddenly floated over the originally blue sky, which happened to cover the pale sun and cast its shadow onto the bloody grassland in the center of the battlefield.
At the previous moment, some older desert warriors had noticed that the behavior of the prairie cavalry today was a bit strange. When they noticed that the prairie cavalry behind them who should have been desperately attacking them suddenly drove to the outside, leaving nearly a thousand companions like this
After staying, with a few deep shouts, the desert warriors accelerated the process of harvesting the opponent's life, while the two hundred desert warriors near the north quickly followed the two separate cavalry and rushed to the outside.
However, at the moment when the clouds covered the sun and the shadows covered the grassland, the desert warriors suddenly realized that they could no longer catch up with the grassland cavalry who had sailed to the outside and began to wander along the great circle, setting up their bows and shooting arrows again, because they
The running speed that frightened the enemy the most suddenly became much slower.
The reason why the running speed of the desert warriors slowed down was because the originally hard grassland under their feet suddenly became soft!
The lifted grass roots gradually penetrated into the mud bottom, and the broken weapons remaining on the grass began to sink to the mud bottom. Their feet also sank downwards. When running, their feet stepped heavily into the grassland, and it took a lot of effort to pull them out.
When we came out, the grassland in the center of the battlefield seemed to have turned into a swamp!
The desolate soldiers who had been silent and resolute finally changed their expressions at this moment. They firmly believed that they could win all wars, but today they entered the pre-arranged battle situation of the prairie cavalry, and they didn’t know what would happen next. They
Although only the surface layer of the grassland they were in had turned into soft mud, which was not like quicksand that could swallow people and horses together, it was difficult for them to maintain balance while standing on the soft ground.
With his legs sunk deep into the ground, he couldn't use his terrifying running speed.
For thousands of years, they have been chasing snow wolves and snow deer on the edge of the boundless hot sea, turning the feet of the desert people into wolf feet that are never tired, fast and extremely durable. This is their most powerful weapon. However, today their weapons
Suddenly it lost its effect. They were unable to catch up with the prairie cavalry wandering around. What was even more frightening was that they could no longer avoid the arrows like before, and they could not even at least prevent the enemy's arrows from hitting them.
The key point!
Whoosh!
The royal cavalry who wandered to the outskirts of the grassland regrouped as quickly as possible and divided into two large groups of more than a thousand riders. They ran at high speed in opposite directions while shooting arrows at the desert warriors who were surrounded by them.
Shoot!
With a pop, a sharp arrow hit the chest of a young deserter. He frowned in pain and pulled out the arrow from his chest. However, before he could raise the long knife in his hand again, he immediately
The second arrow, the third arrow, and more arrows hit his body again... In the end, the young man stared, and with unwillingness and painful difficulty, he slowly knelt on the ground, his knees sinking into the soft ground,
Then he fell forward.
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(The biological clock was adjusted to the point of ecstasy. The power stopped four times in the afternoon. The power outages made me feel ecstasy. I was afraid that it would stop for a while, so I wrote 3,000 words and updated them first. There will be another chapter later...
In addition, *** will be doubled starting on the 29th, this, this, we will talk about it then.)