In the battle of tens of thousands of people, Li Yuan sat quietly on the chair. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info The other party has three times as many people as him, but Li Yuan doesn't seem to mind. For him, it doesn't make much difference whether there are 30,000 people or 30,000 pigs on the other side.

Li Xiaogong waved the heavy Mo knife in his hand, shouted and walked towards the battlefield with his Mo knife battalion. These guys were wearing heavy stainless steel armor and holding dozens of pounds of Mo knives in their hands. Yun Hao thinks that if you are smashed on your body by this thing, you can be stoned to death if you can't kill it. These guys from the Modao Battalion have seen it themselves, and they don't seem to be very strong, how can they wear such thick armor and hold such heavy blades, this kind of thing beyond the common sense of biology, it is really puzzling to Yun Hao.

A group of shirtless strong men rushed out from the opposite side, shirtless in the weather when Yun Hao had already put on a sheepskin jacket, and it definitely took great courage. It seems that these guys are not easy to match.

When the two teams collided, Yun Hao closed his eyes in fright.

Mo Dao Array!

The sunlight reflected on the blade, and a piece of silver light was like a scaly water, but it exuded an infinite murderous aura.

When the Mo knife queue array is in front of the horizontal dense advance. The long-handled broadsword is like a wall, advancing and strangling with the rhythm of the drums, and the enemy in front of him is simply unable to resist.

In the historical examples, the participation of the Modao Formation has played a decisive role, especially in the battle with the Saiwai nomads who are good at riding and shooting. The Mo knife changed the situation of the inferior and few horses of the Chinese army, and gave full play to the advantages of the infantry, so that it is not uncommon for archers and Mo knife men to cooperate with the pursuit of cavalry on the battlefield.

It takes several times more time to train Mo swordsmen than to train ordinary soldiers, and it will take at least two years to make the soldiers fight in battle, so that Mount Tai collapses in front of them and does not change color, its Xu is like a forest, not moving like a mountain, moving like thunder, and plundering like fire. It is precisely because of this that Li Yuan asked his nephew Li Xiaogong to lead this strong team.

Li Xiaogong shouted, "Bah......! All the soldiers of the Mo Dao Battalion put down their armor and raised the huge pure steel Mo Dao in their hands with both hands. Each handle of the Mo knife weighed more than 70 catties, and it was picked up and smashed down. Even if it doesn't hack you, it can stone you to death. Thousands of heavy Mo knives were erected high, and the forest stood like a wall.

The peasant army on the opposite side seemed to be stunned for a moment, but then there was a shout of scolding in the ranks. The team that had stopped slightly immediately rushed towards the military formation of the Modao Battalion like a tide. Dare to hit the knife bush with his flesh, it seems that these guys are also rare pawns.

"Brush ......!" The snow-bright Mo knife was erected like a wall, and the two heavyweight teams collided together. The dazzling sunlight reflected on the blade, piercing the eyes. The rebels at the front of the line widened their eyes in horror, and compared to the horrific row of broadswords in front of them, the blades in their hands were simply ridiculous toys. didn't have time to have extra thoughts, and the big stride was still rushing forward, and a dazzling sword light slashed down head-on.

The Mo knife players began to move forward step by step to the rhythm of the war drums, swinging, slashing, stepping, and swinging again......

Yun Hao's mouth opened wide and looked at everything in front of him in horror. The stumps danced wildly, blood flew, and the strong bloody qi was carried by the cold wind and blown towards him. Yun Hao, who came to the battlefield for the first time, was stunned, thinking about the cruelty of the battlefield but not expecting it to be so cruel.

The Mo swordsmen entered like a wall, and the invincible blockers were shattered. The huge Mo knife array is like a huge meat grinder, one after another Mo knives, harvesting people's lives, between the Mo knives waving, strangling everything, leaving a piece of flesh and blood in the places they have passed.

The spear is like chopsticks in front of Mo Dao, and the giant shield is like paper paste in front of Mo Dao. Even the strongest warrior was struck by Mo's sword. The great inertia would split the spear through it, and then the blood would rise like a gushing of blood.

The iron shoes "clicked" and "clicked" from the muscles that were still spasmodic, and the Mo knife swung again and another handful of blood rushed into the air.

I don't know what kind of mentality Wudu'er is, Yun Hao, who was standing next to Li Yuan, felt that his stomach was cramping. I tried my best, but I didn't control my stomach. The food in the morning spewed out without reservation, and not everyone could be like Li Yuan, Taishan collapsed in front of him without changing his face.

Li Yuan glanced at Yun Hao lightly, didn't speak, just turned his head and continued to look at the battlefield. Even Yun Hao found that he also took a deep breath, and seemed to be extremely enthusiastic about the strong smell of blood. This guy is a pervert!

Since ancient times, heroes have no good class! Any founder must be a ruthless person, Yun Hao believes it now.

The heavy armor of these Modao battalions didn't know what material it was made of, and the arrow hit a white dot and immediately bounced off. The sharp three-edged piercing cone has become a blunt head. The spear stabbed in the chest, and in the sonorous sparks, it either broke or was shocked and flew away.

When Yun Hao straightened up again, the Modao Battalion had already crushed those majestic rebels like a desolate beast. The ground was littered with broken corpses, blood and colorful entrails flying everywhere. After the yellow earth in Jinzhong was watered with blood, it actually showed a strange purple color.

Iron shoes stepped on it, making a "hiss" and "hiss" sound. With each step, a fountain of blood was squeezed out of the dirt.

Li Yuan's face was full of waves, and it seemed that nothing on the battlefield could shake his expression. The current Li Yuan definitely has the domineering spirit of a generation of heroes.

Arrows began to be shot from the opposite side, in a vain attempt to block Li Xiaogong's Modao battalion. It's a pity that those arrows hit the body of the Modao camp as if they hit a stone. No, those glittering armors seemed to be harder than stone. Even a powerful crossbow machine has no way to penetrate the armor.

With the beat of the drum, the soldiers of the Modao battalion in the front row slowly retreated. The soldiers of the Modao Battalion in the back row walked to the front row with Modao knives, waiting for the next round of slaughter.

The heavy Mo knife brings great lethality, but it also consumes a lot of physical strength. Li Xiaogong lifted his visor and took off a hanging intestine hanging from his shoulder. The tongue spits out and gasps like a dog, and anyone who takes a seventy-pound knife and slashes dozens of times will become this virtue.

The earth-shattering footsteps sounded, and the rebels rushed forward in a frenzy. Li Xiaogong spat and shouted loudly to re-cover his armor. He is the main commander and cannot rest like everyone else.

The rebels had to go to war because they had no way out. Li Er and Li Jiancheng have already copied their rear road with the cavalry, and only by defeating the enemy in front of them can there be a glimmer of hope. They are not afraid of death, and when people can't live, rebellion is not rebellion or death. Every rebel wants to fight with his life for a glimmer of hope of survival.

The moment the two teams met, blood gushed like a volcanic eruption. The tragedy is already doomed, but it is still a little tragic when it is staged!

When Li Er and Li Jiancheng led the cavalry to charge from behind the rebels, Yun Hao knew that it was all over. Death is destined to be the theme of the day, and blood and corpses will be all over the land in front of us.