With the help of a companion, he fought against the fierce attack of the opponent. While his companion was squirting blood, Huo Teng rolled into the battle circle with a clever rolling skillfully. His tall body was extremely flexible at this moment. Marcello suddenly realized the danger approaching. While the circle horse was moving away, the mace suddenly slid down and drew a graceful arc to seal the guy who suddenly rolled in. However, Huo Teng, who was already in a desperate need to die, wouldn't waste the opportunity for his brother to exchange for his life? He endured the severe pain of flesh and blood on his shoulders on the mace. As the war horse was wailing in a miserable whine, the sharp sword slashed the lower abdomen of the war horse, and the bloody internal organs surged out of the war horse and suddenly fell to the ground.

As the horse under his crotch became weak, Marcello knew that the situation was not good. This damn rolling gourd was a pity that his own rod was not pressed fast enough, otherwise how could this guy get it? The stirrups stretched out, and Marcello stepped down with force and jumped up with the momentum. However, the thick and heavy armor on his body limited his figure. Fortunately, the mace was in his hand, Marcello was not too afraid, and he was not inferior to anyone on the ground.

As the brave horse lie down, Huo Teng, who was covered in blood, rolled up and approached Marcello, who had just had time to gain a foothold. The ring knife brought the whistle and whistle the opponent's three opponents. Marcello also realized that this guy was not easy to deal with. The mace hit hard and blocked Huo Teng's rolling route. The mace and the Bailian Ring Knife hit each other and splashed countless sparks.

Huo Teng only felt his arms swollen, and he could not raise his hand for a moment. Although the ring knife in his hand was not shaken away, Huo Teng knew that he was slightly inferior in arm strength. Of course, the opponent's weapon weight was more advantageous. Marcello also felt that the tiger's mouth was a little unstimulating, but the advantage of the mace itself did not have much impact. As the mace suddenly dribbled backwards, two Gao Yue soldiers who rushed up from behind splattered blood and cracked the tiger's mouth. While the ring knife landed, it was also beaten into four sections by Marcello's sweep.

Huo Teng, whose liver and gallbladder were broken, had no choice but to take care of it. He suddenly blew a color on his two colleagues on his side and jumped up almost at the same time. He saw that the Puer cavalry who had already broken through also discovered the situation here and tried desperately to attack here. It was obvious that he wanted to rescue this person. If he was escaped by the person in front of him in this situation, Huo Teng would rather die at the hands of the other party!

Marcello killed two soldiers who had hit the air in a row, but the deaths of the two soldiers gave Huo Teng a chance. The dark waves of the ring knife were waving and rushing towards the busy Marcello. The thick armor on his body limited his movement speed, and the roar of the two javelins forced him to wave his mace to knock the javelin away. The rolling gourd in front of him came so fast that Marcello could not avoid the attack that Huo Teng was hit by holding the life-for-life fire.

The shrill cry and painful throat sounded almost at the same time. The two people with half-broken neck and cracked sternum finally hugged each other. One was cut off half of the neck by a ring knife, and the other was smashed by a fierce blow by a mace. They didn't even survive but were still hugged each other. It was really a death to the death.

This is just the most common scene in the battle between thousands of Puer heavy cavalry against the Tang Dynasty infantry. Fighting life with one's life has become the simplest routine. At this time, not many people remember what their purpose was. They only know that after killing the enemy in front of them, they will continue to kill the second enemy until they completely kill the enemy. However, in this process, he often becomes a member of the enemy's continued process.

Schiller's battle to death finally came to an end. The heavy cavalry that had risen above the other tide hit the defense line of heavy infantry guarding the Tang Dynasty like a flood. The First and Second Division had already lost its combat effectiveness. The two divisions merged to form a reserve force, and the Third and Fourth Division, which was responsible for the front defense, also suffered a violent impact of the Pooles without fear of life and death.

Helianbo's cheeks were as blue as water, and there was no expression on his face. He raised his bodies and injured people, and the low and painful moans became the main theme behind the battlefield. Everyone was paying attention to the main general. If this continues, I am afraid that the Second Legion will really be gone. Is the commander of the Second Legion really satisfied before he can destroy the army he created?

It is estimated that the time is almost over. The Puer people have launched eight charges a day today, and there are two hours left to be when the sun sets. It is estimated that this is also the last desperate attack of the Puer people. As long as the enemy's two charges are defeated, even if the battle is over, it is difficult for one side to survive, but Helianbo believes that the other side is still struggling. At this time, it depends on who will be more determined. The Duodu people no longer cares about the overall situation. Although the 5th Division and the 9th Legion's First Division also suffered considerable losses, the news from them showed that the Duodu people were not very determined, and the outcome at the moment depends on the last two desperate bets of the Puer people.

"You can let the musket team be dispatched." Helianbo's calm but firm tone almost made the staff of the legion's staff jump up. Finally, it was time for this time. The soldiers of the musket team were watching the crowds of lively soldiers coming up but turned into corpses and wounded soldiers and carried them down. They had been impatient for a long time. The purpose of coming here was not to feel the atmosphere on the battlefield or to act as a reserve team. They needed to prove themselves with real war. Only in this way can they deserve the huge amount of money spent by the empire on them.

Schiller stared at the front with red eyes. At this time, he no longer cared about everything. He opened his chest with a little hot air in the cold air. Standing on the platform, he raised a thousand-mile mirror to observe the changes in the battle situation ahead. Eight consecutive charges failed to make a breakthrough. This made Schiller extremely painful and had to admit that the Tang army, the Gaoyue infantry legion, which was known as a rock, was indeed the only shield that could compete with heavy cavalry in field battles in positions. In his opinion, no matter what unit he had, he should collapse under the iron hooves that he had an absolute advantage, but this unit persisted. Although they were already tired, they were still standing strongly on the opposite side until now. However, this time, Schiller believed that he could end the myth of the Tang army's undefeated.

The earth trembled again, which was the prelude to the Poole cavalry's dispatch. The distance of two thousand meters was enough to accelerate the heavy cavalry to the best state. Before that, they needed to adjust their pace and queue to ensure that this phalanx charge had the best attack effect. At this time, the musket soldiers who participated in the actual combat for the first time had already lined up and entered the combat state. The three-stage combat method was the basic skill of the musket team. If the efficiency of the three-stage rotation was improved as soon as possible, it was the goal that the musket team had been pursuing.

The thick slug shield was replaced, replaced by the first row of Gaoyue infantry round shields. This round shield was originally used in close combat, but the slug shield had a great influence on the sight of the musket team, so it was replaced with this smart but too thin shield, but this was enough to fully utilize the combat power of the musket team.

Ten thousand musketeers of the musketeers stood calmly on the front line. When the black line of the Poole heavy cavalry appeared on the horizon, the commander's flag bearer nervously paid attention to the gesture of the commander living on the platform, while the musketeers nervously paid attention to the flag command of a small flag bearer every dozens of meters.

As the commander with a serious face shook the flag in his hand, the small flag bearers raised their flags suddenly, and the shrill whistle sounded suddenly.

"Rise the gun! Fill the bullet! Aim!" Almost all soldiers were silently reciting the rules of machinery. After all, this was the first actual battle. They had to face a powerful iron armored cavalry. Whether they could prove that their musket team was the terminator of iron armored cavalry depends on this battle.

The Puer cavalry did not realize the bad luck at all. At this time, they had already pulled down their protective gear to cover their faces and adjusted the pace of the war horses under their feet to keep the entire formation as consistent as possible. They never expected that such a neat formation would give the Tang army's musket team an optimal aiming area. The musket team did not even need to aim accurately, they just needed to raise their guns to ignite and shoot to complete a process.

Eight hundred meters, six hundred meters, five hundred meters, when the heavy armored cavalry entered 500 meters, it actually entered the range of the musket, but in order to maximize the shooting effect, the commander still stood calmly on the platform and kept quiet.

Four hundred and fifty meters, four hundred and twenty meters, four hundred meters! As the commander's flag pressed down on the platform, all the small flag bearers waved triangular flags frantically to indicate the beginning of the war!

"Bang!" With a dull loud noise, echoed in the empty plain, and the pungent smell of gunpowder rose up over the entire musket team, like a white mist filled here.
Chapter completed!