Schiller guessed right, the Dodons did not hide their own personalities, and they should be said to have made all their efforts. However, the Dudons, who were originally the last of the Liberian countries, was too difficult for them to ask him to tear open the defense system of the Second Legion. The Fifth Division of the Second Legion firmly curbed the Dudons' offensive with the cooperation of the First Division of the Ninth Legion. The Dudons' cavalry did not perform as much as they should have. After all, when the swords and guns were not directly added to the neck, the sense of crisis never knew from the Pooles that he had been surrounded.

It was the Dutun people who seemed aggressive but in fact, they only had the first two waves of charge and decent attacks that gave Helianbo a great opportunity to rest. Helianbo, who was originally planning to use the Fourth Fifth Division to welcome the Dutun people's attacks, decisively replaced the First Division of the Ninth Legion when he found that the Dutun people's offensive strength was much weaker than Poole. The crazy attacks from west to east of the Puer people have caused the Third Division, the life-saving force originally used as a reserve team, to be put into battle in advance. An army without a reserve team is undoubtedly dangerous and even more unacceptable for a war. The timely supplement of the Fourth Division made Helianbo feel much more at ease.

After a night of rest, the Puer army regained its fighting will as if it was immortal. The black armored cavalry roared and pushed the super-long impact iron spears swept over like thunder. The sound of deafening shouts continued to spread around.

"Pole will win!"

The war that Schiller had been held overnight did indeed have a considerable effect. In the mobilization speeches of one thousand people, Schiller told all soldiers that if he could not break through the infantry defense line of the Tang army tomorrow, the Poole army would face the end of being completely annihilated, and everyone would become prisoners of the Tang army, and everyone, their wives, concubines and children would become slaves of the Tang people, and their property would be ruthlessly deprived and thrown into the bottom abyss. The soldiers would make the safety of the country and nation play the piano against a cow. What they could understand was their honor, property, and their wives and children. When all this would be deprived of by the winner, they would burst out with infinite combat power.

The iron hooves flew, dust was flying, and the hard and cold mud ground was stepped into a deserted sandy land. When tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of iron hooves were trampled on this land, the entire ground seemed to collapse. The shaking earth was like a huge earthquake with the sky and the earth cracking, like a huge chariot composed of countless parts rumbled towards the rock-stable Tang army infantry defense line.

Marcello's teeth tightly bit the rough reins. As a heavy cavalryman, Qianqin, who is known as the number one strong general of Poole, he has different weapons used by soldiers. The thick mace is larger than the maces used by the Tubu cavalry on the nomadic grassland. The mottled and hideous wolf teeth burst into bloodthirsty cold light in the cold air. This mace made of all-iron iron comes from the Caman Empire, not from Poole's native country. The black rod has a wide range of knife marks and axes. The thick iron leaf armor is the honorary reward he received after killing eighty cylindrical warriors. Over the years, this mace has been with him, and today this iron mace will witness his glorious mileage in killing Tang soldiers.

His eyes were staring at the rows of high-rise and high-rise spears in front of him. This was the most dangerous enemy of heavy cavalry. The Juma ditch had been filled up, and the infantry brothers paid a heavy price to maintain the infantry brothers. The bodies lying upside down in front of the formation were proof of this, but none of this matter. Now it is up to you to avenge them.

Both sides are their bravest and loyal subordinates, Gureza, Hotbas, Lim, and Kuleji. Although they hold thick and long black iron spears, Marcello believes that they can provide him with the most solid flanking protection, so let himself teach a lesson for these damn timid Tang soldiers!

Huo Teng stared at the round of Puer heavy cavalry shock waves that had avoided the crossbow arrows and javelins. It can be seen that this round of heavy cavalry offensive is more fierce than yesterday. The pair of wolf-like eyes shining in the face-covering protective gear. Whether it is the war horses or the soldiers' breaths, they seem to have the determination to embrace death. Even Huo Teng, who has experienced countless bloody battles, was shocked by the other party's desire to die together. But what Gao Yue people fear the least is sacrifice and death. Nothing can scare Gao Yue people on the battlefield. It has always been the creed that Gao Yue people pursued. Since they have become soldiers, dying on the battlefield is the best destination.

Looking around his colleagues, Huo Teng showed a proud smile on his face. Huo Sheng, Huo Yuan, Huo Long, Mu Dao, Mu Yun, Shanmao, Shanjia, and thick armor blocked the whole body of Gao Yueerlang. The tiger-headed sword on his waist had already been tied to his back. This was a sign of a battle to the death. No brother showed any fear because of the other party's fierceness and madness.

From their longing eyes, Huo Teng had already understood that these men had been waiting for the outbreak of this war, allowing the blood of the enemy to witness the inviolability of the empire, and allowing the heroic spirit of the warriors of Gao Yue to interpret the indelible power of the imperial army. Come on, do these ignorant Liberians, do they think that this can shake the front line built by the great Gao Yue soldiers? Then let you experience what is truly rock solid!

The bodies of countless infantry colleagues turned into minced meat and plasma under the thousands of iron cavalry. They fought with the infantry dike along with the cavalry front that poured in like a tide. For Marcello, that wonderful sound of collision was even more wonderful than any natural sound, "Kill!"

At this moment, nothing can attract Marcello's attention. Everything about him has been immersed in the mace containing his whole body's strength and vitality. Looking at the tan defense line that is constantly approaching in front of him, Marcello finally couldn't help but grin, it's here, what is coming is finally here, let the bloody storm come more violently!

The thick iron mace suddenly swung up with Marcello's roar in the sky: "Open!", like a roaring and galloping black dragon, suddenly broke free from its restraint, roaring with unparalleled momentum and strong wind, and roared on the three slanted horse-repelling spears.

Huo Teng watched the long horse-rejecting spear in the hands of the three Erlangs who were standing a few meters away on his side were flying up by the opponent's violent blow, turning into several segments in the air, and the mouths of blood gushed out of the Erlang's mouth. The majestic body became undulating at this moment, and the eyes that were originally shining were as bright as water at this moment.

The huge rebound force also made Marcello's arm feel sore, but at this time he only knew that he should take advantage of the victory to expand the results. The strong war horse under his crotch raised his hooves and stepped into the Tang army's defense line. The mace suddenly retracted like a black dragon instructed by his arm. Two Gao Yue soldiers who had no time to react fell to the ground with the white and red brain splashing, and scarlet plasma even splashed into Marcello's face.

After sucking a mouthful of thick blood, Marcello was completely obsessed with the pleasure of slaughter. The mace broke into the Gaoyue infantry phalanx like a bloodthirsty demon without any concealment, violently devouring the life of Gaoyue infantry. The dozens of carriage-refusing rifles posed almost no threat to Marcello. The heavy and wild maces succeeded one by one, and the blood mist was everywhere in the sky. Although Gaoyue's soldiers gritted their teeth and pulled out the ring knife, their natural disadvantages made them unable to start, and the strict military discipline did not allow them to give up their frontal enemies and deal with this person.

Marcello laughed arrogantly and pounced on his horse, and the wolves' mace whistled violently. The morale of the few Poole heavy cavalry who followed him was also greatly boosted. They rushed up like a group of hyenas that smelled fishy, ​​unscrupulously tearing the Tang army's defense line that had just revealed a little flaw.

Huo Teng felt that the blood in his body had poured into his brain, and his fury eyes were about to choose someone on his face. This bastard actually massacred three brothers from the same village whom he brought out. If he could not avenge this, what would he have to stay in the world? But this guy was indeed too fierce. Jianma was armored all over his body, and his whole body was covered with thick iron leaf armor. Except for a pair of fanatical and red eyes, almost nothing was exposed. An iron mace in his hand was waving like a storm. As for Gao Yue's soldier, he could not compete with this guy who had the advantage in both weapons and height.

Two more Gao Yueerlangs fell to the ground while vomiting blood. Marcello was proudly lying around the horse and constantly expanding the battle circle. Wherever the mace went, there was a bloody rain and broken limbs. The thick oar shield could not resist in front of the mace. It broke through three consecutive blows, leaving only a Gao Yue soldier whose body had been shaken softly collapsed to the ground.
Chapter completed!