Frontier Army Warrior

Chapter 340 Black Scarf Spell

A quarter of an hour later, everyone could feel the ground shaking. After all, there were 50,000 troops in front of them, and the momentum was very huge.

It was the first time for the Qingshui army, including the generals and officers, to see 50,000 people being deployed on the battlefield at once.

The three Tao Jinwang brothers heard the orders from the team in a state of nervous anticipation, and they were teleported closer one after another.

"Ready your bow and arrow, draw your bow..."

"After two rounds of shooting, all cavalry will clear the chariot path..."

"Everyone, shoot!"

Commands came out one after another from Jiazheng's mouth.

Tao Jinwang was trembling and could no longer hold on. As soon as he let go, the feather arrow was ejected and pierced into the sky against the wind.

He immediately drew out a feather arrow, put it on the bowstring, pulled the bow again and shot the arrow out.

Just as he wanted to see where his arrow had hit, there was a rumbling sound behind him and the chariot started.

Tao Jinwang quickly pulled the reins and made the warhorse hide to the side.

At Xie Zhong's command, all twenty chariots were pulled by war horses from the top of the slope and began to speed up and rush down the slope.

Shen Zhongying, who was in the middle of the team, looked around.

Seeing that the Qingshui Army had only about 10,000 people, he felt relieved.

"Beat the drums! Charge forward and chop them to death!"

The people around him responded loudly, shouting and charging forward.

Behind him, the inspiring sound of war drums rang out, boom, boom, boom, the drums were like thunder.

Arrows rained down from the sky, knocking down countless war horses, but failed to stop the black torrent from rushing forward.

Nearly 20,000 Black Scarf Cavalry soldiers shouted and sped up their horses, charging straight towards the Qingshui Army.

When the two armies were fifty steps apart, another rain of arrows shot over from the Qingshui army.

The black waves kept surging, but still moved forward tenaciously.

The two sides are rapidly approaching.

Suddenly, the Black Scarf Army cavalry in the front discovered that countless monsters appeared in the Qingshui Army and rushed towards them with a rumbling sound.

There was no time to think, and the warhorse collided with the monster with a loud bang.

Unable to change the monster's trajectory, the Black Scarf Cavalry was ruthlessly crushed.

The four spiral steel knives on both sides of the chariot instantly stirred up countless broken limbs and body parts, which flew all over the sky.

The warriors following behind looked at the hellish scene in horror.

This was the first time they had seen such a brutal battle scene.

The enemy has already been encountered on the front battlefield, and Hu Jincai and Li Donglai's two wings have also begun to launch attacks.

They moved neither hurriedly nor slowly, each with ten chariots leading the way, pushing the team forward steadily, while the cavalrymen from behind frequently fired arrows.

Lin Qiaomei's long-range attack team would occasionally fire a rain of arrows, which would fall into the black scarf team in a disorderly manner.

The attacks from all sides caused unrest among the Black Scarf Army.

Seeing countless war horses being torn into pieces by monsters and the bright red blood irritated everyone's nerves.

Tens of thousands of Black Scarf Army began to slow down their attack.

Shen Zhongying, who was immediately in the center of the army, frowned as he watched the battle ahead.

Then he turned his head and looked at Peng Liang, then raised his arms and began to chant a spell.

The guards around him immediately followed suit and began to recite.

The entire chanting circle became larger and larger, and the sound began to spread outwards in a buzzing sound.

All the Black Scarf Army soldiers heard it and immediately followed suit in chanting.

The sound of chanting quickly spread throughout the Black Scarf Army.

It was like a resonance, making the Qingshui army look for the source of the sound in confusion.

The Black Scarf Army, which had been in decline, suddenly regained its spirits and began to charge forward desperately.

It was as if he had put life and death aside.

They faced the killing-like chariot fearlessly, using their bodies and lives to block and collide with it.

Although the effect is not great, I am not afraid or regretful.

Finally, the chariot reached the bottom of the slope, and the entire body of the chariot, along with the soldiers on board, were dyed red with blood.

The horses pulling the cart were exhausted and could no longer drag the heavy carriage.

The cavalry following the chariot, at the command, urged their horses to charge towards the black crowd.

The real close combat begins.

Looking down at the entire battlefield from above, the large black figures in the middle emitted bursts of sound waves and rushed towards the Qingshui Cavalry desperately.

The Qingshui Army surrounded the Black Scarf Army on three sides and launched a series of shock waves.

Wang Qian led his 500 guards and rushed into the enemy group.

Like a bright wave emerging from the black ocean, it bravely moves forward through all obstacles.

The buzzing chanting still echoes in my ears.

Countless black-scarfed soldiers attacked the Qingshui cavalry in front of them with all their might.

Although they were fearless under the spell, they had lost most of their attacking abilities and could only rush forward blindly, swinging their swords.

Then he was cut down and drowned in the sea of ​​people.

Wang Qian also felt the pressure of charging forward, and his warhorse felt as if it had waded into a sticky black liquid, its whole body sluggish.

This was the first time he experienced such a strange battlefield.

Either rush in and fight, or be defeated.

It's this kind of reckless fighting style, using human lives to push forward and fill the gap.

This made Wang Qian feel panic for the first time.

There was no room for hesitation at this time. The two swords were like wheels, slashing at the black scarf soldiers who were rushing in front of the war horses.

The three Tao Jinwang brothers were also trapped in the black waves.

I don’t know how many heads I’ve chopped off, but they still keep coming towards me, waiting for me to chop them off.

I don't know how long I had been chopping, but I found that my hands were weak and I couldn't hold the sticky handle firmly. It almost slipped out of my hand several times.

The black in front of my eyes has turned into a deep red, and my eyelids are covered with blood.

Lin Qiaomei's long-range attack team had already used up all their arrows.

With her personality, she couldn't stay there any longer. She immediately led her troops to abandon their bows and charge into the Black Scarf Army with swords drawn.

At this time, even Lin Qiaomei, who had always been a murderer, felt a sense of pressure.

These black-scarfed soldiers came forward to die, not to fight.

He just let you chop and kill him, muttering something under his breath, and rushed forward with his head covered.

Despite this, the ranks of the Black Turban Army were still rapidly decreasing.

The Qingshui Army had enormous lethality. Although the brave soldiers were under tremendous psychological pressure, they still charged forward bravely.

Several senior generals including Shen Zhongying and Peng Liang have retreated to the rear of the Black Turban Army.

Seeing that his team had suffered heavy losses and had lost more than two-thirds of its troops.

Several people looked at each other, and there was fear in their eyes.

This tactic of theirs has been proven effective in many battles in the mainland.

Many powerful troops were eventually crushed by their style of play.

Instead, let them win the battle.

Although the casualties were severe, they also won many victories.

This time was different from the past. I didn’t expect that the Qingshui Army would still be so brave after fighting for such a long time and would not retreat at all.

How to do?

How to deal with it?

Should we continue to add lives or retreat?

Just as several generals were trying to come up with a countermeasure, the situation on the battlefield changed again.

While charging, Wang Qian noticed that the soldiers of the Black Turban Army were mumbling something.

Facing life and death, his expression was dull.

The spells chanting around him made him feel upset, and the buzzing sound seemed to resonate with his own.

This feeling was terrible. As the commander, I began to feel upset, not to mention the other Qingshui soldiers.

There is an urge to give up the charge.

This is fucking ruined...

I really didn't expect that the Black Scarf Army, which is not very strong in combat, has such strange means to interfere with the enemy.

The king was surrounded by a sea of ​​black-turbaned soldiers, crowding towards him.

Like a zombie.

Wang Qian felt his hands were becoming somewhat weak.