Chapter 22

"Kill!"

When the two sides met, they didn't even have a superfluous polite word. The skillful ghost of the bow and horse was worried. They had stretched their bows and arrows from a distance, and opened the prelude to the battle with a round of arrow rain.

Boom!

The five swords and shields in the front row stand together, and the wide and thick shields with more than one height on five sides form a copper wall and an iron wall. Let your arrows rain like locusts, but stand still.

After the arrow rain, the cavalry rushed!

At first, five or six fast horses have arrived in front of the array in an instant. Everyone has mastered the equestrian skills. They all control their crotch and raise their hooves. They want to trample on the giant shield with their hooves and disperse the enemy's array in one fell swoop.

Just then.

"Kill!"

A roar exploded from Meng Yang's mouth, and five cold lights flashed behind the giant shield, even five blood flowers bloomed.

Relying on the advantage of attack distance, the hook and sickle long guns three meters away came first, brushed off several pairs of horses' hoofs, and even one or two shots directly opened the horse's belly.

The horses neighed and howled miserably. When the offensive broke up, the attack was still in progress. The five or six riders with their horses flew and crashed into the shield wall.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The dull impact connection sounded. A fine horse weighs at least hundreds of kilograms and has impact inertia. This impact force is also extremely fierce. It directly hit five knife shields, and the green tendons on the hands soared. Only when the teeth and shoulders hit the shield can the formation remain unchanged.

The bronze giant shield was immediately stained with blood red. The sword shield hands who took a breath took out their waist machetes. The cold light came out frequently. The ghost who was not as worried as the fallen horse got up and had harvested five or six fresh lives.

Qi Sha's eyes jumped wildly.

Only ten people dared to block the entrance. Although they had long been prepared, they were afraid that their strength was not low, but after seeing it with their own eyes, they found that they still underestimated each other.

At this moment, facing the iron wall ahead, Qi Sha had the illusion that he was leading cavalry to attack the city.

It is undoubtedly a great folly to attack the city with cavalry. However, at present, Qi Sha can only force himself to continue to do this folly.

Fortunately, everyone was brave and brave. They were not frightened by the impact of this round. Without Qi Sha's order, more than ten riders rushed out of the array.

However, limited by the terrain, the more than ten riders can only be divided into two groups after rushing out a certain distance. The terrain from the canyon to the entrance is like a funnel, which becomes narrower as they move forward, which also makes the number of enemies Meng Yang and others face at the same time always limited.

A large-scale group charge could not be formed, and more than half of the cavalry's impact advantage was lost. Meng Yang and others repeated their old skills, as if they had gone through a procedure, and more than a dozen heads were obtained.

"Fuck, kill these bastards!"

The death of his companion aroused the blood of ghosts and sorrows. More than 20 riders rushed out bravely, completely ignoring the sea of blood under the shield wall, just trying to tear these hateful soldiers to pieces!

Qi Sha raised his eyebrows and looked under the shield wall. His face suddenly changed. He shouted, "stop! Stop! Come back to me!"

It's late.

While he was roaring, a wave of five or six riders had rushed to the shield gun array. However, before Meng Yang said anything, they were already staggered.

This time, Meng Yang and others only gently handed out the hook and sickle spear without effort, and added a few more dead souls under their hands.

"As long as you block the first three waves of attack, there will be no pressure on your side!"

Think of what Chen Ze said before, Meng Yang's mood is a little complicated.

Long before the war, Chen Ze had foreseen the current scene.

The entrance is narrow. After three charges, there are corpses everywhere under the shield gun array. People are dead, but most horses are still alive. They are neighing under the iron wall and struggling to escape.

Such a chaotic scene is the last thing the cavalry want to see.

Ghost saw sorrow's next charge was not blocked by Meng Yang and others at all, but by the residual horse left by his side. Even one or two riders were knocked off the horse and died under the foot of the horse before they could get up.

How can this happen?

Fortunately, Qi Sha stopped drinking in time. The latter three waves of stormtroopers stopped their horses and reluctantly returned to the canyon.

"Boss, what should I do?"

The oppressed ghost saw sorrow. The crowd asked Qi Sha in a muffled voice.

"... go!"

Although he didn't want to do anything, Qi Sha was also decisive. He stared at the unbreakable shield gun array and commanded the remaining men to retreat from the valley.

After retreating from a distance, Qi Sha looked back and saw that the iron wall was still standing at the entrance. He couldn't help sighing with resentment.

His retreat was more in the hope that the other party would rush forward to pursue and kill. At that time, the valley was empty and just gave full play to the advantage of ghost worried cavalry. Not to mention the total annihilation of the enemy, at least the possibility of escaping from heaven would increase greatly.

Otherwise, he will have to go to the southwest entrance to face Chen Ze and Li Quan'an, which is the last thing Qi Sha wants to see after losing his geographical advantage.

However, the other party's defense is amazing, and his endurance is also outstanding. He did not kill his own more than 20 horses easily. He still defended firmly at the entrance, firmly strangled the throat of ghosts and sorrows, and did not give Qi a chance to kill.

At the same time, he had to quit.

The poisonous fog pouring into the west entrance is still raging in the canyon, leaving Qi Sha little time. If you can't rush out before the poisonous fog occupies the whole Canyon, you don't have to rush. Let's take a deep breath and poison the ball in the canyon.

Qi Sha urgently commanded his men to turn to the southwest entrance. From a distance, he saw that several archers left before were still facing off with the big soldiers outside. The situation had not changed.

The other side made it clear that he wanted to wait for them to go out, but at this moment, even if he knew that there was a trap ahead, Qi Sha had to rush.

"Damn it!"

Qi Sha roared and said, "brothers, rush out with me and kill them all!"

The ghost who had been aroused and had no way to vent their worries for a long time. The crowd didn't hesitate. They shouted together, galloped their horses and rushed out of the entrance.

When Guo Zi looked outside, he didn't want to resist at all. Instead, he dragged his hook and sickle gun and left.

"Where do you run, son of a bitch!"

He was humiliated by Guo Zi earlier. People hated him so much that they saw him running away in a hurry. They were inexplicably happy. How could they let him escape calmly and chase him immediately.

"Don't..."

Qi shadun, who had just rushed out of the canyon, felt that the sky was high and the sea was wide. Before he could observe the situation, his men had chased Guo Zi, but the other party fled in the direction he found Chen Ze and Li Quan'an. He felt it was inappropriate and wanted to stop. Where was there time?

Li Quan'an, with a grimace on his face, stood up proudly under Qi Sha's eyes.

"Hey!"

With a loud roar, Li Quan'an stepped heavily on the ground!