These foot soldiers looked calm, even indifferent.

Ahead, rows of long-range gunmen were dispatched.

"Thirty thousand versus ten thousand, even grinding can grind him to death!"

clang!

The sword struck the opponent on the shoulder.

Gradually, the depression in the formation was flattened.

The old foundation of the Southern Xinjiang Army!

Shi Zhongtang ordered them to attack at this time, just to open a hole in the middle.

Li Xuan said: "Mo Dao."

But the weak Song Dynasty persisted until the end, almost killing Mongolia.

Shi Zhongtang was already prepared, but he was still shocked by Mo Dao's sharpness.

Ahead, the rebels were about to form a breakthrough.

"Half an hour!" He Xiyan said solemnly: "In half an hour, I will see the enemy army defeated."

"Could it be from somewhere else..." Jiao Ping said, then shook his head, "Without military orders, who dares to mobilize troops without authorization?"

He read a lot of information about another world. Suzaku clamored for him to build a tank, but Li Xuan silenced him.

Thousands of rebel infantry appeared in the relatively peaceful middle road.

He could not retreat and could not give the rebels a chance to cross Daozhou.

Today is the time for me to repay him!

The inner breath surged crazily in the body, and the gun shadow became faster and faster.

Following He Xiyan's voice, the rebels swarmed forward.

Tu Shang took the lead and led his men to attack in the direction of He Xiyan.

In their eyes, everything is profit. Coupled with Shi Zhongtang's indulgence, the rebels are looking forward to plundering after the victory.

A rebel was stabbed down, and just as the Northern Xinjiang Army sergeant was rejoicing for his meritorious service, those tough soldiers rushed in from here.

He read some comments and found that some people said that the Song Dynasty was an anomaly.

At this moment, heavily armored infantry appeared in their sights.

"The matter is settled!" He Xiyan said with a smile. He looked to the north of Daozhou and said, "Your Majesty, please wait a moment. I will be here soon."

Thunder and lightning flashed in the air, twisting and roaring.

The tiger and leopard rider was wearing heavy armor and could not ride the horse for a long time. At this moment, he was holding his horse and his eyes were fixed on the front...

The Northern Xinjiang Army is roaring.

The left and right wings are just for containment.

"Mo Daoshou, retreat!"

A group of people panicked!

The war horses that had lost their speed did not dare to charge at Lin Li's spears, let alone those human-shaped fortresses.

The initiative is gained.

Then it rebounded.

The Mo swordsmen retreated, and the rebels were overjoyed.

"Who is Yang Ziqi...?"

The infantry moved out of the way, and the cavalry rushed forward facing the light of the sword.

What do they rely on?

money?

Watch.

After encountering these moving fortresses, the rebels panicked.

The greater the expansion, the greater the consumption of internal energy.

In front of thousands of riders, the leading general held a horizontal sword and shouted: "For His Highness!"

The rebel was stabbed in the lower abdomen and fell from his horse, howling miserably.

There is only one thought in my mind.

When he came to the Tang Dynasty from the Southern Zhou Dynasty, he chose to stay in hibernation, but Li Xuan did not make things difficult for him, and mostly let him take care of himself.

Mo Dao was raised high.

Thirty thousand rebel cavalry besieged 10,000 Northern Xinjiang troops, and he had been pinned down for half an hour.

His goal has always been the center.

"The siege is over!" He Xiyan received the report.

The thousand cavalry attacked and immediately suppressed Tu Shang's momentum.

"Surround and kill!" He Xiyan said coldly.

The shadow of a gun wrapped Tu Shang in the middle, and the rebels charged forward one after another.

The crossbow arrows poured out in waves.

Countless weapons fell on them, but except for heavy weapons such as maces, they were of little use.

Since the beginning of recorded history, the Central Plains dynasties have been changing continuously. No matter who comes to power, the first thing they do is to continue the Central Plains culture.

It was only half an hour, but the Mo Daoshou felt as if a lifetime had passed.

"He is indeed the spear king of the South!" Jiao Ping looked at the spear shadow and praised.

"kill!"

This is a tolerant master.

The rebels used rapid and violent continuous attacks to overwhelm them.

"For Your Highness!"

Destroy this Central Plains!

Then, he saw rows of swordsmen from the Northern Xinjiang Army walking up wearing armor.

"Your Highness!"

The visor was pulled off.

The wind passed under the lightning, blowing the big flag and making a sound.

Zhao Yong was right in front. He looked back at the Chinese army flag, expecting the flag to wave to signal a counterattack.

This is so damn heaven-defying... After seeing the structure of the Bu Renjia, Li Xuan couldn't help but exclaimed.

As early as after forming the Mo Dao team, Li Xuan was thinking about heavy armored infantry.

The spear stirred up the corpse of the enemy general, struggling to move upward.

"kill!"

The infantry defense line relies on discipline, but more on armor.

But the rebels are different.

He Xiyan said: "Blow the trumpet, the final blow!"

If the enemy breaks through from him, they will have no choice but to trample on his corpse.

Suddenly the front was empty.

One by one, the rebel cavalry rushed towards Tu Shang.

The Northern Xinjiang Army on the left and right wings are counterattacking, and the rebels are desperately trying to maintain the breakthrough they finally made.

"Wan Sheng!"

There are many spears.

The Song Dynasty lacked horses, but its opponents had many cavalry.

He Xiyan was a little surprised, thinking that all the elite members of the Yuezhou Army had been mobilized by him. Where would the reinforcements come from?

He slowly turned back.

Those heavily armored infantrymen just lowered their heads slightly, and the arrows landed on their bodies, clanging for a while without any injuries.

Tu Shang put away his gun and began to gasp.

Enemy cavalry were coming in a steady stream, and the swordsmen had just killed one person, and then another opponent appeared...
To be continued...