ps: I feel that this chapter is a bit inappropriate for children!!!

"General, they have entered the valley." Mo Hu'er's eyes flashed with excitement. Ah Huiru thought that the Tang army was not fast enough to catch up with him, but he didn't know that Luo Shixin had been controlling a certain pursuit speed, which allowed the Xi clan to escape more physically but did not give them a chance to counterattack.

After all, the Xi tribe has 40,000 cavalry, and this dog has to jump over the wall if he is anxious, let alone a human being. If he is forced too hard, Ah Huiru will be forced to leave all his supplies and lead the cavalry to kill him, that would be no fun. Although Luo Shixin is not afraid to fight against the 40,000 cavalry head-on, the cavalry is ultimately cavalry. Except for the four thousand mob soldiers in Luo Shixin's hand that have experience in cavalry, the other more than 40,000 infantry are still very suffocating against the cavalry in the Youzhou wilderness.

Luo Shixin was sure to win, but the price he paid was beyond his control.

The Xi tribe had a certain geographical advantage when entering Panshe Valley, but it is hard to say how much advantage it could actually take. Because the Xi tribe's biggest advantage is the cavalry. Although the narrow valley is easy to defend, it also restricts the cavalry's operation. Today, the Xi tribe is like a tiger standing at a high point but losing its sharp claws. It looks fierce, but in fact it does not seem terrible.

Luo Shixin replied with a smile: "I'm waiting for this moment, gather the two ends and close the door and beat the dog."

Just when he was about to order an attack, Zhang Pinggao rode his horse out and said, "The general's battle will be handed over to our flag army. The Xi tribe is good at riding and shooting. The cavalry is sealed by the general. The considerable shooting technique is still there, so let's talk about it when we approach."

Luo Shixin was also thinking that most of the participating flag troops were infantry holding large shields. What they were best at was to attack positions and let them take the lead in destroying the Xi tribe's rear-breaking troops, which was to use everything to the fullest. People had their talents and nodded and said, "Okay, this first formation will be handed over to the general."

Zhang Ping shouted, took a long shield from his guards, formed a rectangular square formation, and personally led the soldiers to advance to the valley entrance. He led the soldiers first. This was the symbol of the generals leading the soldiers in the early Tang Dynasty. Even the commander of the three armed forces like Li Shimin rushed to the forefront in every battle, and the others were even more so.

In this era, as a general, if you don’t charge at the forefront, you will be despised by others.

So when this journey was out, Zhang Pinggao naturally stood in front, which was already a habit. Because of this, the Tang army's bravery was no less than other tribes.

The five thousand square formations composed of long shield soldiers, led by Zhang Pinggao, made a deafening cry, and approached Panshe Valley step by step.

The inspiring war drum also sounded at this time, igniting the blood that was about to move in the soldiers.

As the attack range was approaching, the first wave of arrow feathers came to the fore.

The Tang soldiers were all experienced veterans. The skillful skills and battlefield intuition he had honed on the battlefield for many years made them not shake any chaos when facing such dense arrow feathers. They calmly tilted the shield at a forty-five degrees angle to form a shield wall. Only the dense sound of "aggressive" sounds did not take away any Tang soldiers' lives.

"pretty!"

Luo Shixin watched the performance of the flag-sponsored army in the rear and exclaimed loudly.

The second wave of arrow rain like a locust fell head-on again, this time the arrow feathers were more fierce and dense. The arrow shot on the raised shield, making continuous "du" and "du" sounds. Although most of the sharp arrows were blocked, the number of this time was too large, and there were still many wave arrows inevitably penetrated the gaps in the shield and penetrated the ** under the Tang soldiers' leather armor. The drop force of the bow and arrows combined with the original force combined with the unique blood groove arrows of the grassland people, the lethality was extremely amazing, making the soldiers who were caught in the arrow splash like a fountain!

As some soldiers in the middle of the array fell, cracks appeared in the strict shield dam.

The third wave of arrow rain took advantage of the momentum and rushed to the cracks. Most of the targets were shot into the cracks, and the attack penetrated like mercury. In that short moment, tens of thousands of feather arrows seemed to have broken the embankment and flooded, sweeping away hundreds of lives!

Luo Shixin felt a little painful, but when the two armies fought, such casualties were never avoided.

Faced with such a situation, the performance of the flag army can be said to be perfect. The veteran with strong psychological quality crossed the body of his comrade before the fourth wave of arrow feathers of the Xi clan came, and tried his best to make up for the vacancy and minimized the casualties of the fourth wave.

The continuous shooting of the Xi clan seemed to be endless, but even the violent storm was still there to stop.

Hundreds of soldiers fell on the charge line, resulting in the pause of the Xi tribe's offensive. They continued to shoot arrows dozens of times. Even the grassland people with bows and arrows were unable to support their arm strength.

How could the experienced Tang soldiers miss this tiny opportunity? Under the leadership of Zhang Pinggao, they launched a short-distance explosion and dived, and arrived at the entrance of Panshe Valley and began to have a close contact with the Xi tribe guarding the entrance.

This contact will be obvious immediately.

The Xi clan's equipment and melee ability is far inferior to that of the Tang soldiers. This hand-to-hand combat is no match for the opponent, and the casualties of both sides are disproportionate. Often, four or five Xi soldiers fell down, and one Tang soldier was just leaving the battlefield.

"Katos, you lead your team to take over the battle." Luo Shixin was at this moment, as he fulfilled his responsibilities as the commander, standing at a high point and seeing every detail on the battlefield.

The battle power of the flag army in hand-to-hand combat is indeed above the Xi clan, but they lack the ability to break through the formation. They just stand still, exchanging casualties with the enemy with the advantageous side, and cannot break through the defense line.

The jumping soldiers led by Kratos are agile and fierce, and are suitable for this narrow and long-standing hand-to-hand combat. He is the best choice to break the formation.

The messenger beside him had already notified Zhang Pinggao on the front line of Luo Shixin's intentions with drums and flags.

After Zhang Pinggao was decisive, he actively cooperated with Kratos to replace defense and retreated from the front-line battlefield.

"Thank you for your hard work!" Luo Shixin praised with a smile: "I fought very beautifully, so I will leave the attack to us."

Zhang Pinggao's blood on his face was not displeased. He cherished his brothers and feet and did not want to see his soldiers lose their lives in a simple and meaningless way. His eyes were thrown to the battlefield, and an amazing scene appeared in his eyes: the jumping soldiers had fewer troops than his flag-superior army, but they did what they could not do, shaking the defense line of the Xi clan's valley entrance. Especially the giant man rushing in the front, he performed even more terrifyingly. His equipment was unique, holding a two-foot-long short blade in one hand and a round steel shield in the other hand.

But seeing his hands working together, he was a fierce killing move, killing people in every move, and his way of killing people was very special. It seemed like he was performing, not beautiful but bloody, full of cruelty and cruelty.

He stabbed the enemy's chest with one knife, not pulling it out directly, but turned around the other party's chest, dug a big hole, picked out all the internal organs, and inserted it into a person's temple. This would be a death-death knife, but he instinctively broke the dead's head in half, white brain and pink brain marrow, spraying all over the ground.

Zhang Pinggao has been in the army for ten years and has seen many fierce figures, including the ogre king Zhu Can, but compared with the black giant in front of him, he is a witch. He glanced at Luo Shixin beside him and was amazed. Luo Shixin saved people from the tiger's mouth, punched the Tuyuhun warrior, and asked for the Kunlun slave from him to return. Some people praised him for being a hero, while others thought that this was a fool. The dignified general was too unwise to take risks for a Kunlun slave.

The performance of Kunlun slaves today is enough to prove everything. Luo Shixin has a keen eye to recognize talents.

Luo Shixin was also surprised by Kratos' performance. He was completely different from his usual ones on the battlefield. It was hard to imagine that a giant man with a devil-like means was the silly guy with a negative IQ and a little cute guy. His fierce means of killing the enemy made him feel palpitations even a brave man like Luo Shixin.

All this comes from habits. Kratos does not like to kill enemies, but a habit. When fighting with people or animals in the arena, there are several visual effects. There are no doubt that the bloodier and crueler the more you see, the happier the Byzantine nobles watching around them, and the more rewards they give, which directly affects the rations they rely on for survival.

So in the arena, a gladiator not only needs to learn to kill people, but also needs to learn how to kill beautifully and neatly enough bloody enough.

Kratos was the king of gladiators of that era. He fully understood these skills. He instinctively activated the massacre mode according to his original habits when killing enemies, and killed all directions.

Huta, a warrior from the Aoshi tribe, saw Kratos killing his tribes one by one, and his anger surged up, and rushed forward with a roar. The scimitar in his hand turned into a cold silver light, turning into a long rainbow, slashing towards the enemy like lightning.

Kratos had no moves in fighting, but relied on the instinct and intuition that came from the battle on the brink of death. He felt that the opponent was coming fiercely. He turned his body and had a shield to block the sharp attack. The short blade with his right hand went out like a poisonous dragon. His short blade was short, but his arms were long. The short blade had the ferocity of the short weapon and had the effect of a long sword. It was the most convenient weapon used by Kratos. According to his request, Luo Shixin specially found the craftsman of the Military Weapon Supervision to carefully cast it for Kratos, which was extremely easy.

The short blade penetrated into the heart of Huta's chest quickly. Without any hesitation or hesitation, the short blade cut a wound down from Kratos's hand, and he carried the short blade deep into Huta's chest.

The knife did not stab the vital point, and Hu Ta did not die because of it. He widened his eyes and looked at the giant man in front of him who was like a demon and inserted his thick palm into his chest. He felt that his stupid fingers were exploring his heart. In just a short blink of an eye, he felt so long and terrifying in Hu Ta's little remaining world. At the moment of death, he suddenly felt a sense of retribution: the pregnant woman in Gu'an County was his broken belly and dug out the child...
Chapter completed!