The Power of Seven Religions 3

The arrows fell like meteors and locusts into the ranks of the Manichaean army. Some arrows passed through the gaps between the shields, and some shields could not stop the power of the strong bow and crossbow from being shot through, followed by a large number of deaths, blood spurted out like a fountain of eyes, and before it approached the array of the Song army, the Manichaean army paid the price of three or four thousand casualties. Although the formation of the first wave of charging Manichaean troops was completely chaotic, the speed of the Manichaean advance was slowed down, and every Manichaean soldier who survived the rain of arrows still resolutely rushed towards the Song army's array. Death seemed to them without a trace of fear.

"Uh......h Woo...... Woo...... Woo......" Just as the Manichaean army rushed to a distance of thirty paces from the Song army's array, the horns in the Song army's formation blew a long series of sounds.

As soon as they heard this sound, both the Divine Arm Archers and the Archers stopped shooting arrows, and the Song army, who was kneeling on the ground in the front row, immediately stood up, each raised his weapon in his hand, and rushed towards the Manichaean army.

"Kill-" Although the battle was not in formation, the fighting spirit of the Manichaean army did not weaken in the slightest, those who held shields threw away their shields, and those who did not have shields also clenched the weapons in their hands, and the eyes of each soldier gave out a fanatical light, rushing towards the Song army that had approached, and the soldiers on both sides finally met each other in short combat.

At the forefront of Manichaeism was an extremely tall man, with long hair scattered behind his head with an iron hoop, and a black crescent staff more than eight feet long in his hand.

He was the first to rush into the Song army's formation, and with a round of crescent cane, the sound of "whew" brought out a strong wind, and at once three or four Song Bei were knocked out, and then crashed into the Song army behind, and suddenly hit more than a dozen Song soldiers in a row. The surrounding Song troops were all shocked.

This person was none other than Zhao Cao, the highest in this Manichaean army, so he was at the forefront. He was originally born with great strength, and he was proficient in superior martial arts, and a seventy-five-pound heavy crescent scepter was running like a fly in his hand, giving full play to a set of eighty-one crazy rod methods. Every swing of the staff brought out a strong and mighty energy, and the Song army who fought with him was all knocked out without exception, and no one could block his blow. With him in the lead, the soldiers of the Manichaean army were even more courageous, and they all fought hard to intertwine with the Song army. Although the number was inferior to that of the Song army, and the formation was chaotic, it was still inseparable from the Song army.

Even Yang Yan, who was watching the battle on the mountain, was extremely surprised, the fighting spirit of the Manichaean army was so strong, it was a little incredible.

At this time, the two phalanxes behind the Manichaean army also rushed to a halt and joined the battle group. And the last phalanx also began to rush towards the battlefield. The battle is getting more intense.

The severed human head rolled on the ground, and the stump of the knife and gun flew into the sky with a puff of blood, and the Song army, whose throat was pierced with a big hole, fell, and the Manichaean army, whose chest was pierced, could not get up. The soldiers who were engaged in the battle with the enemy in front of them were stabbed by a shot behind them and fell to the ground screaming, but the soldiers who dodged the swords and guns could not avoid the surprise attack of the cold arrows, and the light of the sword and the rain of red blood continued to flash in the air, and blood and rain flowed on the ground.

The dead fell forever, blood gushed away like a spring, and the grass that had trampled through the enemy and the enemy turned red. The misty drizzle is full of the smell of blood, and the living war soil is still desperately trying to kill, continuing to cause more deaths.

The Manichaean army far outnumbered the Song army, and although the quality and equipment of the soldiers were inferior to those of the Song army, the unexpectedly high fighting spirit and the somewhat incomprehensible courage were enough to make up for the gap.

However, all this is basically in Wu Gong's expectation, and he also hopes that this battle can defeat the Manichaean army, at this time, seeing that the Song army is somewhat unsupported, he immediately sent an order again.

"Woo... Woo... Woo..."----"Woo... Woo... Woo..."----"Woo... Woo... This time, Song Jun's horn blew out three long whistles in a row, and blew repeatedly.

The speed of the Song army's retreat gradually accelerated, and in the end, it simply distanced itself from the Manichaean army, turned around and ran. At this time, the Manichaean army, which had already killed the red eye, was naturally unwilling to let go of the Song army, and was closely chasing after them.

However, the Song army did not blindly flee, but covered each other and retreated after matching each other. There will also be small groups of troops who will turn back to engage the Manichaean army, and sometimes even kill the Manichaean army back a few steps. Although it was retreating, under the command of Wu Gong, the whole team was in order, not in a hurry, there was a way to advance and retreat, and there was no panic at all.

Yang Yan watched the Manichaean army on the mountain as if he was lured into the valley by the nose of the Song army, and his heart was reassured, it seemed that the Song army was victorious in this battle. At the same time, he also admired Wu Gong's command ability, he knew that the most difficult thing to do in the war was to retreat, as if under the close pursuit of the enemy, it was not an easy thing to think of retreating without chaos, not only the main general needs to have a very good on-the-spot command ability, but also the soldiers need to have strict training in peacetime. Yang Yan asked himself, even if he was replaced to command, he might not be able to do so well without Wu Gong.

However, Yang Yan glanced at Ye Muxue beside her, she still looked unfazed and leisurely, and her face did not change at all.

At this time, on the battlefield, the Manichaean army had been completely lured into the valley by the Song army. In fact, this valley is not narrow, it is also very wide and spacious, the widest place between the two mountains can be dozens of zhang, and the narrowest place can also be five or six zhang, although there are many narrow forks in the valley, but Zhao Cao knows that walking along the road can lead directly to Cangwu, so he saw the Song army retreating, and did not hesitate at all, and led the Manichaean soldiers to chase in.

Suddenly, the drums in the valley were beating loudly, and the horns were ringing and shaking the eardrums. From the forks in the canyon, countless Song troops were killed, and they stopped and killed the Manichaean army. And the Song army, which was still retreating just now, also turned their heads at this time and killed again. Although the Manichaean army was numerous, the valley was small, and there was not much room for maneuver, and they were caught off guard, so they immediately became chaotic. Seeing this, Zhao Cao hurriedly ordered to withdraw from the valley. But at this time, there was also a Song army from the valley mouth, blocking the retreat of the Manichaean army.

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