After Lin Feng on the upper floor of the car gave the order one by one, the battle between the Mo Dao Army and the Mad Bull Formation on the battlefield had already begun. With Lin Han's previous example, the Mo knife fighters who were originally furious in their hearts also rekindled their fighting spirit, and secretly said in their hearts, this mad cow that suddenly appeared was nothing more than that, under the Mo knife in his hand, it was just a little more laborious and heavier than ordinary soldiers when he died, and it was even a little more dangerous at most.

Soon, the first large-scale contact and fighting between the two sides began, but the final result was far from what everyone thought in their hearts, after all, there were two brute bulls of more than 1,000 catties in front of them, and there was a murderous chariot behind him, not everyone had Lin Han's skills, and not everyone had Lin Han's good luck, and not everyone had the confidence in Lin Han's heart and the responsibility on his shoulders.

In an instant, dozens of blood rays flew up, the muffled roar of the mad bull was mixed with the dull whistling sound of the huge body flying into the air, the metal crash and even cracking sound of the chariot when it was affected, and the piles of sky-high fires let out angry and low roars, respreading the fires of different sizes on the ground.

At the same time, dozens of silver rays of light flew up, spewing out blood arrows in mid-air, and the original dozens of catties of bright light heavy armor were struggling to be hit by the mad bull, but they floated in the air like light feathers, and only when they fell to the ground and made a heavy sound, could people re-realize that it was originally a pair of refined heavy armor with a weight of dozens of catties wrapped around a corpse.

Everything that happened was completely beyond the imagination of the entire Modao Army, not only at the moment of contact between the two sides, dozens of Modao soldiers were violently collided by the mad bull array, and even died of anger at the moment when they rose into the air, but also behind them, there were hundreds of robes, in the face of these hundreds of catties of heavy objects wrapped in heavy armor, anyone who was hit by it was almost not spared, even if they were lucky enough to leave a breath, it was the end of broken tendons, and they couldn't get up and fight again.

The important thing is that the Mo knife hand who is often hit by the mad bull and rises in the air, as a human bomb, they generally do not only hit a robe, as little as two or three, as much as four or five, although not all of them were killed, but the loss rate was as high as seven or eighty percent, only those whose bodies were swept to a certain part, or were tripped by their companions who fell in front of them, can be completely spared, but the Mo knife hand with heavy armor is often not easy to get up after falling, among them, There will also be some people who will be affected by the human bombs that follow, and there will be very few who can finally get back on their feet and move on.

However, in the face of the blockage of the Mo Dao Army, even the fate of the mad cows who successfully collided will not be too good, because it is the two cows pulling the chariot together, most of them can often only cause the initial successful collision, and at the same time when they are blocked, that is, the moment of stagnation, there will be a slight gap between the combined forces of the two cows, but it is also this extremely small change, there will be a pull between each other, and the balance of the initial run cannot be reached at all, and the car is often destroyed. Leaves behind piles of flames and smoke mixed with a pungent stench on the battlefield.

After a round of collision, more than a dozen mad cows fell to the ground, leaving only the roar remaining in the air, and the chariot would also be affected, rolling on the battlefield for a distance, or crushing the body of the mad cow, or colliding with the body of the knife hand in front of him with inertia, and finally scattering the flammable materials of the whole vehicle on the battlefield to complete their mission.

Under the desperate collision of the mad bull array, the invincible combat effectiveness of the Mo knife army seems to be impossible to exert at all, and the only thing left is to defend the spot, with his fresh life and fragile body, resist the collision of the mad bull array round after round, and exchange his life for the survival opportunity of many robes behind him.

Three rounds of collision, four rounds of collision, the number of casualties of the Mo Dao Army has risen sharply, and even exceeded the overall casualties in the face of the 10,000 spear team before, the original cone formation composed of Mo Dao general Lin Han and two Mo Dao deputy generals, under the collision of the mad bull array, the entire cone head has ceased to exist, almost ravaging the original cone formation into a trapezoidal array.

Moreover, under the breakthrough of the mad bull array one after another, the middle end of the entire trapezoidal array in front of it also quickly concave at a speed visible to the naked eye, and almost in just a few minutes, a Mo Dao army that was destroyed from a cone formation into a trapezoidal formation quickly turned into a concave battle formation, and the collision of the mad bull array was still not over, and a steady stream of mad cows dragged the chariot of fire, and continued to break through without effective resistance in this concave breakthrough. Layer by layer, the defense of the Mo Dao Army was torn apart and eliminated.

"Fuck it!" Lin Feng on the car floor watched the changes on the battlefield with his own eyes, his clenched fist kept slamming on the wooden fence in front of him, and after a few strokes, the fence made a crisp breaking sound because he couldn't bear the force, and Lin Feng, who was dripping blood in his heart, couldn't help frowning and scolding: "Die!" It's death! ”

The reason why he was so angry was not only because the mad bull array was about to break through the battle formation of the Mo Dao Army, but more importantly, Lin Feng saw the casualties of the Mo Dao Army with his own eyes, almost every moment, there were more than a dozen and dozens of Mo Dao men who were killed tragically, it is no exaggeration to say that the ravages of the Mad Bull Array are not only taking away fresh lives, nor is it just simply causing serious damage to this elite army, but more like a sharp dagger, in Lin Feng's heart, a knife slashing flesh.

After all, the Mo Dao Army on the battlefield in front of him was definitely the meat of Lin Feng's heart. But now, Lin Feng could only stand on the car building from afar, watching the enemy rip off his heart piece by piece, and he couldn't do anything to stop all this from happening.

"Master Hou, don't be too anxious." Seeing that the fence in front of him was broken, Meng Hong seemed to be afraid that Lin Feng would have some accidents, stretched out his arm and carefully pulled Lin Feng, raised his eyes and glanced at Lin Feng's expression, before reminding in a low voice: "Master Hou, this is war after all, don't take it too seriously, General Yin has already arrived with someone!" General Zhao also took the cavalry to make a detour, presumably he would soon be able to contain the enemy's attack! ”

"Fuck! Lao Tzu chopped him alive! Lin Feng also understood that what Meng Hong said was reasonable, but he was still angry, and waved his fist, only to find that the fence in front of him had been broken, and he couldn't help but shake his arm and curse in a deep voice, but even he didn't know who he was scolding, whether he was going to kill Shang Rang, who commanded the battle of Pseudo-Qi, or Yang Neng, who surrendered sincerely.

In the face of the ravages of the mad bull array, the Mo Dao Army is really powerless at the moment, and the overall casualties have rapidly climbed to more than 1,000 people, among which the biggest loss is the 1,500 people led by Lin Han as the vanguard of the sharp knife, and the overall loss has exceeded half, even around Lin Han at this time, there are no longer a few personal guards, and he, but he still uses his bloody hands, holding the Mo Dao, meeting one chariot after another, doing his best, resisting to the death, just for the soldiers behind him, This can reduce some casualties.