Chapter 110 The Combat Strength of the Black Cavalry

Under the illumination of the setting sun, two fast-running cavalry formations were trying their best to rush towards each other on the plains of the Wanning River Valley.

When the barbarian cavalry was about to approach the black cavalry led by Wen Renlie, the black cavalry immediately changed their formation and turned into an offensive formation.

Then Xiao Pengtian's cavalry rushed into the heavy cavalry cavalry formation.

The next moment, on the river beach of the Wanning River Valley, the sound of weapons clashing with table tennis and the loud sound of fighting could be heard.

Not far away, the 20,000 heavy cavalry led by Xuanyuan Chen just stood there and did not take any action.

The black cavalry needed to be divided into two parts. The first 30,000 were led by Wen Renlie and were responsible for charging. The rear 20,000 were led by Xuanyuan Chen and were responsible for blocking the Wanning River Valley and preventing any barbarian cavalry from rushing out.

The combat power of the black cavalry is very powerful. The barbarian cavalry who rushed into the formation of the black cavalry were cut off one by one. The weapons used by the black cavalry were also extremely sharp. The barbarian cavalry accidentally chopped down by the black cavalry sword was basically Both men and horses died.

After two quarters of an hour of charging, the black cavalry and the barbarian cavalry led by Xiao Pengtian finally separated.

When Xiao Pengtian rushed out of the cavalry formation of the black cavalry, he discovered that there was a black cavalry in the distance who was not taking any action and was looking at them indifferently.

Those black cavalry were like emotionless ghosts, an army of ghosts from the underworld.

Xiao Pengtian glanced at the sparse barbarian soldiers behind him. Almost all of them had injuries, and many soldiers had their arms cut off.

After a single charge, they had less than 10,000 soldiers left.

Is this the heavy cavalry of Daxia!

Xiao Pengtian never thought that Daxia's heavy cavalry would one day be able to crush the barbarian cavalry.

They have met their real opponents!

Xiao Pengtian looked at the scratched armor on his body, took it off and threw it on the ground.

In front of this cavalry, any armor is useless.

Xiao Pengtian did not attack Xuanyuan Chen's motionless black cavalry at this time. On the contrary, he turned around.

Now they are surrounded. Even if they charge towards the setting sun, they still can't escape.

Xiao Pengtian already had a premonition of his own end. He would definitely die today.

Rather than charging at those immobile cavalry, trying to escape, and finally dying in embarrassment, it would be better to die on the battlefield.

Xiao Pengtian raised his ax with trembling hands and shouted again: "Recast the glory of the Wolf God and charge with me!!!"

"kill!!!"

With the remaining barbarian cavalry of less than ten thousand, Xiao Pengtian rushed towards the black cavalry led by Wen Renlie again.

After a while, the two cavalry met again on the Wanning River Beach, and the sound of fighting echoed in the Wanning River Valley again.

The sun gradually sets, leaving only half of the light shining on the Wanning River Valley.

The sounds of table tennis became increasingly sparse, and the sounds of fighting became less and less. In the end, only one man and one horse rushed out of the black cavalry formation, dragging their bodies covered with injuries.

Xiao Pengtian faced the direction of the sun and looked at the cold and ruthless black cavalry in the distance. At this time, blood fell from his head, and his eyes were covered by blood.

The whole world turned red, the color of blood.

Countless images flashed through Xiao Pengtian's mind, and he recalled the memory of growing up with his sister without a father or mother.

In the setting sun, he saw the white snow.

I saw cattle and sheep frozen to death, and yurts blown away by strong winds.

I also saw the scene where the barbarian army went south to plunder the Daxia people, and the Daxia people knelt on the ground begging for mercy but were still killed.

Xiao Pengtian let out his disheveled hair and laughed. Then he said to himself: "Yao Yao, it seems that my uncle has no way to send you to Daxia..."

After the words fell, Xiao Pengtian raised the ax again, used up his last strength, and roared hoarsely:

"Recast the glory of the Wolf God! Kill!!!"

One person and one horse, against the backdrop of the setting sun, his figure becomes longer and longer, and becomes lighter and lighter.

Wen Renlie raised his hand and made a gesture that prohibited the soldiers from dispatching.

Immediately afterwards, Wen Renlie picked up the sledgehammer and headed straight for Xiao Pengtian.

Soon, the two met at a river beach full of corpses. Wen Renlie took the lead and struck with a hammer.

Xiao Pengtian was about to resist, but found that he no longer had any strength.

Immediately, his body was knocked out by the hammer, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he completely lost consciousness.

After seeing that the 50,000 cavalrymen in the rear had been cleared, Xuanyuan Chen, who had not made any move or said anything, said coldly in an emotionless tone: "Keep moving forward!"

It seemed that the battle just now seemed to Xuanyuan Chen as if it had not happened at all.

Wen Renlie glanced at Xiao Pengtian on the ground at this time, and then said to the soldiers next to him: "Take him and hand him over to the prince."

"Yes, General."

The soldier immediately came to Xiao Pengtian, tied him up and put him behind the horse.

After a while, the fleeing barbarian cavalry encountered Wen Renlie and his black cavalry.

At this time, the sky was already a little dark. At first, the barbarian cavalry thought that the black cavalry in front were Xiao Pengtian and others guarding the rear.

As a result, when the fleeing barbarian cavalry approached, they suddenly discovered that there were tens of thousands of heavily armored cavalry.

Without any hesitation, Wen Renlie and Xuanyuan Chen began to advance towards Yancheng with 50,000 heavy cavalry. Everywhere they passed, there were corpses of barbarian cavalry.

The barbarian cavalry had lost their will to fight because they were frightened by the howitzers. In addition, their king was dead and there was no one to command them. The barbarian cavalry had almost no fighting power.

The black cavalry advanced very quickly and soon entered the range of the artillery battalion. However, the artillery battalion had basically used up its shells at this time, so they did not have to worry about accidental injuries.

Mu Jingwu stood on a large protruding rock and looked at the black cavalry advancing forward at the foot of the mountain. He felt very horrified.

Is this the fighting power of heavy cavalry!

Wherever they passed, there were corpses!

The black cavalry killed the barbarians like killing chickens.

If the court knew about these 50,000 black cavalry, Mu Jingwu believed that the court would definitely send troops north overnight and station hundreds of thousands of troops in the fiefdom of King Qi.

Mu Jingwu knew very well what heavy cavalry meant in this era.

Mu Jingwu couldn't help but think that he didn't know when the prince would compete for that position.

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The sunset glow in the sky gradually dissipated, and a huge moon hung in the sky, with cold moonlight scattered on the ground, allowing people to see clearly in front of them even in the dark.

Unfortunately, the barbarian army could not see the direction to return.

The sound of fighting kept echoing in the Wanning River Valley, and even in Yancheng, the sound of fighting could be faintly heard.

Those people who did not leave Yancheng hid in their rooms, listening to the fighting outside the city, and stayed awake all night.