From a distance of three to four hundred meters, the war horses arrived in an instant. The Persian general did not expect that the horse under the crotch of the wild bear would arrive so quickly, nor did he expect that the wild bear would put on the cotton armor in minutes.

He was caught off guard and it was too late to mount his horse. The forty or fifty kilograms of heavy armor limited his speed of mounting.

With a crisp sound of ‘Pah!’, the wild bear first used the long spear lying across the horse’s back to slap the Persian general’s haphazardly worn necklace.

This thing used a whipping method to attack, and its power was no less than that of a bone. It still hit the target that was not wearing a necklace. Suddenly, the Persian hero staggered on the spot, and his brain was probably beaten to death.

It's just a pity that Barbarian Bear originally wanted to stab him with a spear. Unfortunately, due to his weight, this idiot is not suitable to be a horse general, so he hasn't practiced the spear method much.

Moreover, he did not have a genuine horse penis in his hand, so he had to resort to whipping.

The war horse roared past the Persian general. When the wild bear reined in his horse, he had already run more than ten steps away.

He simply placed the horse's bridle slowly on the spot, drew out his bow, and pointed it at the Persian who was still staggering, trying to get rid of the dizziness.

‘Bang!’ The arrow shot from Yishi’s strong bow accurately hit the target. The Persian general suddenly stopped staggering, and fell to the ground with a huge arrow shaft stuck in his head.

"Wind! Wind! Wind!" The cheers of the mountain roared and the tsunami came. This six-foot-tall Persian man, which was almost 1.85 meters tall, didn't even have a chance to fight back. He was knocked over in heavy armor.

Already.

"Brother! I'm going to kill you!" A roar came from far away through the cheers, and another strong Persian man of similar stature rode a war horse towards the wild bear.

The bear had already dismounted. He wanted to pick up his trophies, but he didn't want another one to die.

He sneered and moved his hands and feet, and then let out a loud roar. The second arrow shot out like a meteor. The trembling arrow shaft accurately hit the neck of the charging horse.

The war horse that was rushing towards the wild bear immediately gave up under the severe pain. He ignored the orders of the knight on the horse and stopped abruptly, turned around and wanted to escape!

"Where are you running!" the bear shouted, and rushed towards the horse instead.

With a loud bang, the heavily armored bear directly knocked the turning horse to the ground.

The knight on the horse also wanted to stab the bear with his spear, but he failed to control it well and missed the target. Then he was pinned down by the fallen horse on his thigh.

The bear gave a cruel laugh, raised the giant ax in his hand, and smashed the Persian's head and donkey into a rotten watermelon. The bright red blood almost spurted out directly from the hem of the donkey.

After killing two Persian generals in a short period of time, Barbarian Bear was extremely proud. He held up a giant ax in his right hand, hammered his chest with his left hand, and howled loudly to demonstrate to the opposite side.

"Kill him! He must be killed!" A Persian household leader who was facing the barbarian bear shouted angrily. If he didn't kill the barbarian bear, the blow to his morale would be too serious.

Following the order from the head of the family, the four Persian generals on war horses immediately left the infantry phalanx that was forming and rushed directly towards the wild bear.

How shameless! They actually engaged in a wheel battle, and the Khotan army's shouts and curses rose to the sky. Amidst the curses, Dunzhu ran out of the formation with two throwing spears.

"Shameless bastard! Let's see how I kill you!"

Dundup is best at throwing spears. The two poles in his hands and the two poles on his back are both made of fine iron. Coupled with the power bursting out from his long hands and majestic waist and abdomen, the lethality is extremely shocking.

‘Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!’ The four spears were thrown out in two breaths. Four Persian cavalrymen rushed out, and three of them fell in an instant.

It doesn't matter whether you wear armor or not, it doesn't matter whether you wear a spear or not. It's a one-hit kill!

The Persian cavalryman who was running at the end was frightened by the spears whizzing over his head. Terrified, he turned his horse and tried to run away.

As a result, as soon as he turned the horse's head, there was a huge push from behind. In heart-rending pain, he felt himself flying up, and then fell heavily to the ground.

This arrow was shot by a wild bear, killing one person with one arrow! At this moment, the two men killed six people in a row, majestic and majestic, as if the devil was alive!

Then Barbarian Bear put down his hard bow, picked up the giant axe, and Dunzhu stood side by side and began to slowly retreat to his own camp.

There was silence on the Persian side, and no one came out of the formation anymore. Only the infantry phalanx began to move forward slowly under the urging of the officers.

"Good kill!" Zhang Zhao stood on the highest point of the mountain on his horse. He clapped his hands repeatedly, his heart was filled with excitement, and he wished he could rush up and challenge him to a duel.

"Send the order! Beat the drums and march! Kill them!"

Boom, boom, boom! The rumbling sound of drums first sounded from under the command hill where Zhang Zhao was. There were several huge drum carts standing here.

Next came the big drums of each army, then each battalion, each capital, and when they reached each general, there was no sound of the drums. Instead, the generals heard the drums clearly and saw the flags clearly before issuing orders.

"Leave at the sound of three drums!" Qiongre Duojin shouted loudly.

Zhang Zhao followed the meaning of the Guiyi Army's drum sound here, walking ten steps with one drum and stopping when the horn is sounded, in order to control the distance and strictness of the formation of each square formation. Three drums means walking thirty steps.

Regardless of the era of hot or cold weapons, a reliable indicator to judge the strength of an army's combat effectiveness is to see who can maintain the formation better when the two armies are approaching a decisive battle.

Because it takes tens of thousands of people to maintain a good formation at such a moment, without being impulsive or disorganized, which requires a lot of training.

"Prepare the divine arm bow! Squat down! Fire arrows!" About sixty steps in, both sides stopped advancing almost simultaneously.

At this moment, arrows all over the sky flew toward each other like locusts, and it was time for the crossbows to fire at each other.

In this regard, the Khotan army has a great advantage, because in addition to the dozens of divine arm bows in Hanshan, they also have a large number of horn bows and crossbows.

The Persians were rarely equipped with crossbows and almost always used Persian recurve bows for shooting.

Screams came one after another, bows and crossbows were fired at each other, and the Persian army fell to the ground in pieces.

Their Persian bows were basically about seven to eight dozen, but the Khotan army's horned crossbows had at least two stones.

Even if the firing rate is slower, the latter is probably more suitable for the lethality of armored people. As for the God's Arm Bow, it is not only powerful but also has a fast firing rate.

The beating of the drums was as passionate as thunder and never stopped. Now it was not urging people to move forward, but was used to boost morale. The two sides approached while shooting, and soon they were engaged in four rounds of shooting.

The ground was filled with the seriously injured who could only twitch slightly and the lightly injured who howled miserably. Blood gushed out from everywhere, and the disgusting smell of blood began to spread everywhere.

"Woo!" The horn sounded suddenly. It turned out that the distance between the two armies was less than twenty steps. From this distance, both sides could already see each other's faces clearly.

As the horn sounded, the archers, whose arms were beginning to feel sore, retracted their bows and took the long-handled weapons in their hands. A more cruel and melee battle that could determine the outcome was about to begin.

"If you get into your mother's thief's beard, I will grab your monkey hair and chop off your monkey head!"

"Things like pigs and dogs, if you dare to raise a knife or a gun in front of Ye Ye, your whole family will be killed!"

This is an insult from a normal person.

"XX your XX! If you dare to stare at me again, I will pluck out your eyeballs and crush them to pieces!"

This is obviously a grumpy old man.

"Fuck your mother! Fuck your mother!"

This is over-nervous and can only mechanically repeat insults with no technical content.

"All Kafirs will feel the wrath of Allah and you will all die!"

"Kill them! Spread God's will far and wide!"

The Persians on the opposite side also began to curse loudly. It was obvious that there were only twenty steps, which was almost thirty meters away, but both sides were walking very slowly.

There is no such thing as crashing into someone. Such a brave and fearless super strong man will not participate in the excellent matching mechanism in the river area here.

They only exist among fierce men like Wei Bo in Silver Spear Capital, Zhu Liang in Luoyan Capital, and Yang Xingmi in Black Cloud and Long Sword Capital.

Maybe King Zhang's Xianshandu can also achieve this effect, but the number of people is too small.

A drop of sweat fell from Wang Tongtong's face. Damn it, the atmosphere was so tense that even he, a veteran of many battles, was infected. He actually had such a sense of fear. You know that thousands of people used to interact with each other.

He had never felt this way during the beating.

Ten steps, nine steps, getting closer and closer, Wang Tongtong even saw the beard of a Persian opposite him through the item.

In the cold air of six to seven degrees Celsius, white mist kept rising from the Dayton neckband that was tightly wrapped around his head.

Those were tense breaths, getting closer and closer, the air seemed to freeze, and even the yelling and cursing at each other stopped.

"Kill!" In the quiet atmosphere where only each other's footsteps and even heartbeats could be heard, someone suddenly howled, and the crowd seemed like a monster suddenly awakened.

In an instant, fighting erupted like a volcano on a front that stretched for more than a mile.

Amidst the loud killing sounds, Yang Shouli, who was wearing two layers of armor, howled and raised his spear and slammed it at a Persian.

He requested to be on the front line at his own request. Anyone who has experienced his kind of pain will cherish the present moment and have a motherland that they can rely on.

Yang Shouli understood why he was fighting. If King Zhang was defeated, he would go back to the miserable situation of being surrounded by bastards on the mountain and constantly having his wealth and even his loved ones taken away.

But here at Zhang Dawang, at least there is no need to worry about Cainiang being kidnapped by some random guy, no need to worry about the white-haired father having his head cut off, and no need to worry about the little girl who can already read hundreds of characters being treated like a beast.

A tool for venting desires.

"Kill you! Kill your whole family!" The more he thought about it, the more determined he became. Yang Shouli howled and compared his strength and speed.

He furiously struck the Persians on the opposite side with his spear like a wave of rage. Even though he was hit several times, he felt no pain at all.

The Persian's head was beaten to a bloody head, and his simple helmet soon became crooked, and blood flowed everywhere along the collar made of iron wire.

The people around him also howled. There was nothing they could do. Yang Shouli was the captain of Yidu. He stepped forward, and the rest of the people had to step forward as well.

According to Zhang Zhao's military law, if a captain dies in battle and a general retreats without success, the general will be executed and his whole family will be made slaves.

If the general is killed in battle, the captain or fire leader who retreats without success will be cut in half.

If the captain, Huo Chang, dies in battle, and the soldiers retreat without success, all of them will be put to death!

"Fuck your mother! Come into your mother!" A soldier next to Yang Shouli cried and started to stab him. He didn't know whether he was scolding the other person or Yang Shouli.

Gradually, with the bravery of everyone, the Persians on the opposite side began to retreat slowly.

However, Yang Shouli and others were on the edge of the formation. They were not the main force in this battle. The main force in this battle was Zhang Zhao's Fengtian Army and the five elite main regiments of the Khotan Palace Guards.

In particular, Hanshandu of the Fengtian Army, as Zhang Zhao's closest confidant, assumed the most arduous task of this war.

Opposite them were also the elites of the Persian army. They were all dressed in green and black cotton armor, lined with ring mail, and wore cotton-padded jackets next to their skin.
To be continued...