Nearly 10,000 cavalrymen opened the distance and rushed out like a mountain torrent and tsunami. The galloping of thousands of horses actually made people feel unstoppable. There was a strong fear in front of these cavalrymen. When the huge iron hooves approached the flank of the military formation, the army protecting the flank of Staff Wang could clearly feel that the small stones on the ground actually jumped.

All the animal powers in the chariots, the cattle transported from Mongolia, began to become a little restless. Fortunately, the soldiers in the chariots tried their best to comfort the cattle.

These beasts know that they are afraid. Are humans smaller than cows not afraid? The sound of thousands of horses swelling is shocking, and the soldiers who are always ready to face the impact are of course afraid.

"Defense! Stay..."

"Don't move, don't be afraid, we can win!"

All centurions began to comfort their soldiers in the crowd they were responsible for. Almost all centurions in the entire Dali Restoration Army were soldiers of the New Regiment, and of course a small number of people were members of the Brotherhood.

These people's combat experience and fighting will not be much more than the Mongolian cavalry that rushed over. However, the Mongolian cavalry could not compare with these soldiers trained in the hands of the New Regiment.

Having good discipline may not necessarily improve the combat effectiveness of every soldier, but it can improve the combat effectiveness of the entire team. This is beyond doubt. The Mongolian cavalry, on the contrary, their individual skills can be said to be one of the most powerful individual combat capabilities among all the armies in this world.

But their military discipline? It can be said that if the military discipline of the Mongolian army is compared with the Xinyi regiment, it can be said that the Mongolian cavalry is equivalent to no military discipline.

Military discipline is often reflected in the most dangerous moments during battles, such as the Dali Restoration Army, which is now preparing to face the attack of Mongolian cavalry. If there is no good military discipline, I believe that those who can still squat in place and wait for the enemy to rush up will be left, and only those who are scared and weak will be left.

Of course, the soldiers guarding the side of the chariot are not scared and unable to walk. The military discipline of the New First Regiment is beyond words, especially after the manager's many lives and deaths, the so-called close to Zhu and the red ones are red and the black ones are black. The soldiers in the Yuncheng Brotherhood also fought that war with the New First Regiment's brothers. Among the three thousand people who came this time, they all experienced the battles that wanted to be more and were pulled to Luzhou by selecting the best.

Although warriors also have fear in their hearts, when people face fear, they can turn this fear into stronger stimulation, which can stimulate their stronger combat power.

The aggressive cavalry raised their arms and shields and rushed to the chariots without arrows shooting at them. The crossbow arrows that had harvested a large number of infantry did not appear on their charge. Although they were confused, this did not slow down their charge.

But when they arrived in front of those green small boxes, they discovered the problem. The moment they were about to jump into the green small houses, dozens of bamboo guns as thick as arms suddenly grew out of the house. The upward part was the oblique cutout of Hunyuan. It was not a gun head, but an iron-mouthed tube with cold light shining.

The neighing of war horses came from the chariots. The cavalry on the war horses lost their mounts and fell head-on into the Dali Restoration Army's army. This fall was a death to his own lives, but it would not die immediately.

But before I could recover, my body was inserted into a sieve by five or eight steel guns. The hot blood was pouring out of the wounds. The cavalry that did not die immediately was pierced by internal organs, and blood was constantly gushing from the inside. The weak eyes could only stare at the blue sky above my head.

The war horse stabbed by the chariot was directly pulled out of the chariot. The culprits who assassinated the war horse were actually a row of bamboo guns that could retract and retract. In order to allow these tubes to be freely pulled and inserted, there were still many depressions on its side. It was obvious that it was a blood tank for the convenience of blood venting.

There were thousands of cavalry teams, and thousands of people were in the vanguard. Hundreds of people were hit by the attack on the defensive positions. There were more horses on the chariot, which was originally not low, and riding a horse became an unfinished task.

The gaps on the edge of the chariot can be passed, but there are countless people who were stabbed to death from which gaps, because the soldiers behind the chariot hold either a hook sickle or a spear, either a cut off their arms and heads, or a bloody hole in their bodies. When an unfortunate cavalry crossed the chariot, they fell from their horses and were stabbed by a bamboo gun on the roof of the chariot, and pierced their belly.

Rolling from the chariot to the outside of the chariot, hiding in the corner of the chariot, I found that there was a hole the size of a bowl on my belly, and my internal organs were flowing down, and my face was pale and as if I had waxed it, stuffing the intestines and stomachs into my belly.

Tears were alive on his face, mud flowing into two winding rivers. While muttering something in his mouth, some soldiers from the new Luzhou army who had never fought had already spit out of the battle formation, but after spitting out, they were still holding their weapons tightly in their hands, and under the command of their captain, they completed this repeatedly in a fixed direction.

"prick!"

"receive!"

With each shot, he secretly opened a gap in his eyes and glanced at the target he was stabbed. The corpses, whether human or horse, had piled up to half the height of the chariot. Only a few people had been killed, only one or two thousand were there.

"Two steps forward!"

Go forward? You heard that right. There is a mountain of corpses in front of you, and some people are obviously not dead yet, but they are used to ordering and making all the soldiers obey the orders of their centurion.

Standing on the corpse and continuing to fight, whether it is a dead person, a living person, or a dead war horse, it is all soft flesh, especially in a state of blurred blood, which makes everyone's feet unstable.

"Half-squat attack! Coming! Everyone has it! Thorn!"

Each chariot turned into small blood-gathered "lakes". The strange red contrasted with the blue sky and reflected a purple light. There were no such sounds of wailing on the battlefield in front of Staff Wang. When the sound of horse hooves came from the front, he could only hear the simple commands behind the chariot roaring in the hoarse voices.
Chapter completed!