Chapter 521 Golden Eagle
The golden eagle flew across the sky, its sharp eyes silently staring at the wilderness ahead.
“Kill!” A sound surged into the sky, making the golden eagle feel a little uneasy.
In its delicate gaze, countless humans were hitting the ground with their spears and roaring in unison.
After roaring, they all raised their spears forward.
The tail of the gun paused on the ground, and the head of the gun pointed diagonally forward.
Rows of sword and shield soldiers came out from both wings and stood at the front.
The large shield was also placed on the ground, and the sword was held diagonally in front of his forehead, making a chopping motion.
The smoke caused by the cavalry gradually filled the city.
The hundreds of riders at the front, all wearing iron armor, looked extremely fierce.
Hundreds of horsemen followed, the men wearing heavy armor but not the horses.
More than a thousand riders followed, also holding spears and halberds, shouting and shouting.
You can’t see clearly from behind, most of them are light cavalry.
Overall, these three to four thousand cavalry formed an awl and rushed straight towards the infantry who were shouting to kill.
In the smoke behind the cavalry, infantry figures loomed.
Slowly, the figures of the infantry became clearer and more spectacular.
The phalanx formed in unison was overwhelming, coming out from under the towering city wall, shouting and pressing forward.
On both sides of the infantry, there seemed to be more cavalry mounting their horses, preparing to launch a fatal blow.
The golden eagle chirped uneasily, and caught a person with its sharp eyes.
He was wearing a red robe, with a hint of gold underneath.
Standing on the high platform, he waved his hand, and soon someone was waving flags and starting to pass on orders.
"Woo——" The desolate sound of the horn sounded, seeming to be calling the ancient god of death.
In the large formation on the south side, most of the sergeants who heard the sound of the trumpet put down their spears, took out their rifle bows from their waists, and picked up the bows and arrows.
"Woo——" the horn sound sounded for the second time.
"Buzz--" Densely packed arrows flew over the heads of the spearmen and shieldmen in the front rows, and fell into the charging cavalry.
The golden eagle also seemed fascinated by this scene.
It hovered and glided in the air, watching the killings between humans with interest.
Dense arrows fell like locusts.
Armored cavalry and heavy cavalry waved their lances and halberds to deflect arrows.
The light cavalry behind followed suit and tried their best to resist this round of long-range attacks.
In the smoke and dust, people kept falling off their horses, and the following cavalry passed them and continued to charge.
There seemed to be powerful crossbow bolts flying across the ground.
They were located in the gaps on both sides of the infantry phalanx, one after another, firing straight, causing the cavalry in the smoke to suffer greater suffering.
More people fell off the horse.
The golden eagle is a little confused. This seems to be different from the wars it has seen before.
Why not let the infantry charge first to shake the opponent's position, and then throw in the light and heavy cavalry to make the final decision?
No one can answer it. It is just a flat-haired beast and cannot think of such a profound question.
The cavalry is still charging.
After shooting two arrows, the infantrymen returned their bows to their waists and picked up their spears again.
The distance between the two sides is getting closer.
The cry of eagles sounded in the sky, and the infantry and cavalry had already collided into a ball.
The powerful armored cavalry knocked away the first row of sword and shield soldiers and rushed into the neatly arranged jungle of spears.
The spearmen stumbled, unsteady.
The officer shouted at the top of his lungs and took the lead, swinging a heavy long Ke ax and hitting the armored cavalry on horseback.
Several infantrymen held hooks and sickles and struggled to hook the four horse legs to prevent them from driving.
But the horse was very fast and the impact was so amazing that it actually missed the horse at first and only caught the horse's hind legs.
In fact, that’s enough.
The iron horse fell to the ground with a crash, overwhelming several infantrymen.
No one was afraid, no one ran away. The fallen Jia Qi could not get up. He could only watch in despair as wooden rafters and long-handled axes hit his body, and he vomited blood.
Some people even abandoned their spears, took out their daggers, inserted them through the gaps in the armored cavalry's bodies, and killed them with a single stroke.
The second and third armored cavalry came one after another, breaking their spears and driving away the infantry.
The officer had fallen to the ground, his chest collapsed, and he was breathing less and out. The soldiers had no one to command, but there was no chaos. Their faces were full of ferocious fighting spirit, and the sound of killing never stopped. Hooks, sickles, long-handled axes, spears, and ring-head knives never stopped greeting the enemy.
Soon, the second and third armored cavalry fell off their horses and were easily killed.
Then the fourth and fifth place...
Looking down from the sky, the large formation facing the cavalry charge only sank slightly at the beginning, a little chaotic, and then slowly Extending outward, after killing more than twenty armored cavalry, they had almost leveled the line.
The front of the formation was full of corpses of men and horses, not only armored cavalry, but also a larger number of light and heavy cavalry - of course, there were also many corpses of infantry.
These obviously formed an obstacle, making subsequent cavalry charges impossible.
The cavalry lingered in front of the formation, hesitant.
"Buzz——" A new wave of arrows flew in, once again causing a lot of damage.
The cavalry couldn't bear the casualties, so they turned their horses' heads and retreated in embarrassment.
Neat footsteps sounded from behind.
In the gap on both sides of the infantry formation, teams of sword and shield bearers and spearmen lined up to make up for the battle damage gaps.
The formation is back as before!
The golden-armored general on the high platform made another move.
He drew out his saber and pointed forward, not knowing what he said.
The soldiers rushed down from the high platform and rode away.
The flag bearer waves the flag.
A moment later, dozens of drums were beaten one after another.
The infantry formation that had just blocked the cavalry attack roared together, then moved forward with their spears in hand.
The golden eagle lowered its height slightly and watched attentively. Only four large formations, front, rear, left and right, were moving forward.
Their steps were neat, neither fast nor slow, but they had an indomitable momentum.
While advancing, the sound of the horn sounded.
The infantry formation stagnated for a while.
Countless people in the back row put down their spears, took out their bows, and fired a volley forward.
Dense arrows shot through the air and landed among the cavalry who failed to retreat in time, causing tragic casualties.
After the ejaculation, the drumming started again.
The infantrymen picked up the spears at their feet and continued to move forward.
Many people rushed out of the gaps on both sides of the formation.
They had almost no formation and were walking in extremely arrogant steps. Some held shields, some held knives, some held guns, some drew bows, some raised swords, and some even held crossbows.
They seemed to have infinite strength. Even though they were wearing iron armor, they still walked as fast as they could, roaring and charging forward.
One of the cavalrymen fell to the ground and groaned. They killed him with a sword.
A cavalryman fell off his horse and was limping on the ground. They chased after him, grabbed his hair, and with a stroke of their sword, brilliant blood blossomed.
They were getting closer and closer to the enemy's infantry formation, so close that large arrows were fired from the opposite side.
The big shield looks like it has white hair, it is spectacular.
Someone was shot and fell to the ground, screaming miserably.
Some people were filled with arrows, but they still gritted their teeth and charged forward. When they got close, they fired their crossbows.
Dozens of people bravely rushed to the infantry formation on the opposite side, using all kinds of weapons to fight bravely.
The infantrymen on the opposite side were frightened by their power, and their attacks were slow for a moment, allowing more than ten people holding long swords to get close to them. The heavy sword opens and closes widely, slashing horizontally and vertically.
The spearman on the opposite side was unable to use it and could only retreat subconsciously, which created even greater chaos.
Fortunately, the spear from the back row stabbed quickly.
The sharp spear head penetrated through the gap in the nail leaf, stabbed straight into the chest and abdomen, or stabbed it on the thigh, arm, or face, knocking it to the ground.
The two sides struggled for a while, and the infantry on the opposite side relied on the strength of their numbers to withstand this offensive.
The remaining desperadoes retreated one after another, retreating from the wings to the rear.
But their efforts were not in vain. After some entanglement, the enemy's formation was a little chaotic, not as strict as before, and it also hindered the cooperation of their various arms - the archers had retreated one after another to avoid their ferocious offensive.
"Buzz——" Another dense arrow shot from the Silver Spear Infantry Formation on the opposite side, falling like raindrops on the infantry square formation to the north.
For a time, countless people screamed and fell to the ground. Everyone's face turned pale, and many people subconsciously slowed down, seeming to be afraid.
The formations of both sides are still close, and it can even be said that they are too close.
The infantry formation in the south put away their bows, everyone shouted "kill" and quickened their pace.
The infantry formation in the north is already a little skewed, disjointed from front to back, and has inconsistent steps.
Their cavalry were forced to mount their horses and began to accelerate, heading straight towards the southern formation.
The cavalry from the south was also dispatched.
There were not many of them, probably more than 3,000 people, but they were all brave and fighting for the first place. They almost regarded this battle as the last battle. They rushed forward desperately and intercepted them crazily. .
The four formations of the Silver Spear Infantry are still moving forward, seemingly faster.
On their left and right wings, there was smoke rising.
Some iron-armored warriors mounted their horses with the help of Bu Qu and rushed forward. After rushing for more than 200 steps, they all dismounted. Most of them held crossbows and launched an attack from the flank of the enemy cavalry.
Among the enemy cavalry, a strong man with a tall nose and deep eyes pointed his flag, separated a part of the cavalry and rushed towards them.
The iron-armored warrior was instantly dispersed.
But they did not flee. Instead, three or five people were back to back, holding long spears, walking bows, swords and shields, fighting with the enemy's cavalry.
The silver spear infantry in the center has made contact with the enemy.
Even though it was high in the sky, the golden eagle seemed to hear the screams that humans exhaled with all their strength when they killed each other.
Cong Qiang stabbed, Cong Qiang stabbed away.
Even with shields and armors trying to block it, at this moment, countless people on both sides fell down and died.
After intensive spear poking continued for a while, the front gradually moved north.
The side fighting against the city seemed to be unable to hold on any longer. The formation was dented by the prodding, and the number of people standing fell down one by one, and the number dropped sharply.
The other side became even more crazy, and the sound of killing had already reached the mid-air.
That is a cry of confidence.
That was brutal killing.
That is a ruthless mockery of the enemy.
The Silver Spear infantry is unstoppable, advancing step by step, squeezing the enemy into a ball.
Their spears were steady and powerful. With a quick shake, they knocked the opposite spear to the ground.
Their spears are fast and accurate. Even if they are wearing armor, they are full of flaws in their eyes. There are too many places that can be stabbed on the insteps, thighs, armpits, throat, and face.
They seemed to have no need to think or give orders from the officers. Their coordination was perfect, their advancement was natural, and their killing was a matter of course.
Although the party fighting against the city tried hard to muster up the courage, in the cruel face-to-face life and death fight, the courage was exhausted and the blood was drained drop by drop.
Not long after, their formation was like adobe dropped to the ground, shattered to pieces.
The enemy's sturdy commander seemed anxious.
He led a group of cavalry out of the encirclement, bypassed the flanks of the silver spear infantry, and launched a resolute charge.
A part of the Silver Spear infantry separated out and hurriedly changed formations, but they didn't have enough time and were suddenly rushed by the opponent.
But just like the previous wave of cavalry charges, the silver spear infantry were in chaos and did not collapse. After being penetrated by the enemy cavalry from the flank for more than ten steps into the formation, they fought back.
Lances stabbed from all directions, knocking off the horse one by one the cavalry who had lost speed.
The Hu commander on the opposite side fought hard for a long time and was shot in the body. Under the desperate protection of his own soldiers, he managed to break out of the siege.
At this time, a ball of crossbow arrows flew towards us.
The barbarian commander's war horse was shot and fell to the ground in pain. The man stumbled up, and several of his followers ran over, gave him the horses, and then charged forward, drowning in the pursuing soldiers.
Youfu Bingbu Qu was unlucky and slashed at a general who was crawling on the ground with his broadsword. After several blows, he chopped off his head, held it in his hand, and laughed happily.
The silver spear infantry on the front was still charging forward, driving the enemy infantry that had been dispersed to the moat.
"Wow!" Like wontons, the moat was almost filled with defeated troops.
The sound of crying came from the river, just like the cries of ghosts coming from the Nine Nether Hell, which was quite scary.
In an instant, the moat was almost filled with the living and the dead. The soldiers that followed stepped on their bodies, threw away everything they could, and rushed towards the various city gates.
The silver spear infantry pursued bravely, across the moat, over the sheep and horse wall, and to the city gate.
A large number of arrows, fallen rocks, and gold juice fell on the city head. They were fighting without distinction between friend and foe.
Dead bodies piled up like a mountain at the gate of the city. Fire oil and torches fell from the top of the city. Suddenly, the fire was blazing, and the smell of burning stench filled the entire battlefield. No matter how much the wind blew, it could not be blown away.
Dense arrows were shot from the city gate hole, and the defeated soldiers who rushed back fell in pieces, dead and wounded, almost filling the entire barbican city.
"Boom!" In the desperate eyes of the defeated soldiers, the city gate was slowly closed.
The defeated soldiers huddled at the city gate in despair.
The silver spear infantrymen chased after him and stabbed him with their spears.
They fell in droves with almost no resistance. Perhaps, the tragic defeat just now had drained all their energy and energy, and they were now numb, and they didn't care about the sharp edges applied to their bodies.
A large number of arrows were shot from the top of the city, mixed with powerful crossbow arrows.
A large area of the silver spear infantry was swept away. After suffering a loss, they finally calmed down and quickly retreated to form a formation in the distance.
The cavalry on both sides have broken away from contact.
The battle of the main infantry force has ended, and the victory has been decided. If they continue to fight, they will not be able to change the situation of the battle.
There is no point in fighting anymore.
A massive battle, with a total of 70,000 to 80,000 infantry and cavalry deployed by both sides, slowly came to an end after a series of fights.
The wind swept across the earth.
On the battlefield that had fallen silent, corpses lay everywhere.
The ownerless horse walked around in confusion.
After seeing the owner lying on the ground, he kept licking it, but the owner would never wake up again.
The groans of wounded soldiers can be heard everywhere, weak and full of pain.
Every time someone passes by, they look at him with pleading eyes, asking him to give him a good time.
The city gate was filled with flames.
In the thick smoke, "beep" explosions were heard from time to time, which was the sound made after the belly of the corpse was burned and exploded.
The golden eagle chirped loudly, flapped its wings and flew high, flying over the battlefield and over the city. After circling in the air, it landed on the big tree next to the jade well.
Ms. Liu hurriedly walked out and stretched out her right hand.
The golden eagle flapped its wings and landed on the leather sheath on Liu's arm.
"Wan Sheng!" A deafening shout rang outside the city.
Liu was stunned.
“Chen Gong is victorious!”
“Chen Gong is victorious!”
“Crash—” A tile on the roof came loose and fell to the ground. It fell to pieces.
The shouts of victory were clearly audible.
The overall situation has been decided.
Liu's face was pale and at a loss.
(End of this chapter)