Xu Jie stood steadily, still holding the steel spear firmly in his hand, which made him feel a little relieved.

The impact force just now was extremely strong, and fortunately due to his excellent physical fitness. After half a year of training, the most abundant daily nutritional intake, and almost all-time physical training, almost anyone in the entire Zhenguo New Military Camp could easily lift the 50-pound stone lock.

Of course, the most important thing is the plate armor. The plate armor is covered with thick leather as a lining, which offset a lot of impact for him.

In any case, he was still alive. Without waiting for any reaction, someone yelled: "Thorn!"

The second wave of cavalry arrived in an instant. Although Xu Jie felt pain all over his body, he suddenly began to feel some confidence. He gritted his teeth and stabbed it hard. The spear with strong wind thrust into the front abdomen of the oncoming war horse. The war horse screamed in mourn, and it was still like paper. The war horse's belly was suddenly covered with blood. After the war horse whined, it turned over and fell down. The Tatars on the horse fiercely took advantage of the remaining strength of the war horse falling down and raised their swords to cut it down.

Crane.

The scimitar slashed Xu Jie's shoulder pad.

Xu Jie felt his shoulders numb, but... there was no feeling of a long blade entering the skin. The long blade just splashed a few sparks on the shoulder guards, and then bounced away quickly. The Tatar did not stand firm and fell down directly. Behind Xu Jie, a steel spear took advantage of the momentum and stabbed the Tatars who fell to the ground to the ground.

call……

Xu Jie let out a breath, and he felt relaxed in vain.

Is this what the battle is like?

He had a tense face and suddenly realized that he should not be afraid. He just needed to stand with the people around him and kill the enemy in front of him as long as he followed the steps!

"Thorn again!"

The sound rang out again, and he stabbed the steel spear again without hesitation like a mechanical one.

At this time, the new army of Zhenguo was like a tree blowing wildly. The original line of single-shaped line turned into a curve. Some were knocked back a few feet. Some were still in front of the line. The people who were hit seemed to be dismantled. But they still gritted their teeth and frantically made up for their combat posts. Some were knocked away directly, and then the people behind him immediately replenished his position.

They were used to obeying and to execute orders without fail. The mentor ordered them to keep the formation and use the plate armor on their bodies. If the plate armor was not enough, then use their own flesh and blood. So a person followed one after another, and waves of cavalry rushed over and wailed.

Everyone is persevering.

But at this time, the Tatars couldn't help panic. They thought that this was like countless battles, a fierce attack that destroyed the other party. They watched the opponent's formation loosely separate in front of them, and then they were crazy about killing.

But now... they found that they were outrageously wrong.

They only now realize that they have despised the enemies in front of them too much.

Their steel spears are particularly sharp and can wear people and horse stools like paper. Even the thickest leather armor is useless. Once their spears come out, they cannot escape them.

They kept in the queue, and even after repeated shocks, no one stepped back. Everyone was struggling to be with the people around them, which made the Tatars have no chance to take advantage of.

What's even more terrifying is that they completely despised the physical strength of this steel legion. In their minds, under the impact of war horses, no one should have been able to withstand such an impact. Only the strongest warriors in the grassland may be able to barely resist it. What's more, these Han people, who have always been vulnerable in their eyes, are still fighting back under the impact of hard work?

However, these people, covered by steel, were extremely physically strong, and it seemed that everyone was born warrior.

They also ignored the armor of these people. Even if you use all your strength to penetrate it, it can offset most of the strength. The scimitar in your hands will only hurt their flesh.

If they were to start with targeted attacks, such as looking for their weak left and right wings to attack, or even go on a fight, there might be a chance.

But now, they suddenly realized that they were careless and they could no longer readjust the warriors.

So the front team fell down, and the back team still attacked. They stepped on the corpses of their companions and jumped forward. What greeted them were blood-stained steel spears.

"Thorn again!"

"Thorn again!"

This sound is like a ghost, like a harvester. Every time the sound ends, when the spear is closed, it is the corpse of more than a dozen people.

In front of them, it was like a wall of iron. Although there were many impacts, it seemed that every time, the array of steel was almost scattered, as if it was in storm, but the next wave of people had not yet rushed over, and the person who had been knocked away returned to his position without hesitation.

The cotton wool in the plate armor absorbs this impact force well, and the good physical strength also allows them to continue fighting.

Ye Chunqiu was holding the Polu Sword in his hand and wandering in front of the formation. In the large-scale battle, his personal courage was not worth mentioning, but Ye Chunqiu took on the responsibility of a firefighting team. There was no gap. Before the people behind him had supplemented it, he lifted his sword and slashed wildly, and reached the rise. He had long forgotten the sword tricks and various moves. The simplest and most effective one was to constantly wave the Polu Sword. He jumped up and slapped a Tatar knight off the horse, and pierced a hole in his head.

At this time, the Tatars' cavalry finally had no impact at all and could not hit the new army of Zhenguo. They instantly turned into a group of infantry riding on horseback.

Everyone's eyes were red, and everyone was crazy.

"go ahead!"

Click... click...

"prick!"

The queue finally began to loosen, and many people began to get hot, and this also began to cause a lot of damage. Some were tripped, and some simply left the team and fought with the Tatars who fell off the horse.

Seeing this, after killing a Tatar, the calm Wang Shouren knew that the new army in the country could not wave as if they were armed, but... it was unprecedented to be able to do so. He pulled out the sword at his waist and said sternly: "Draw the sword!"

The time for a short handover was coming, and the steel spear that was too long was not suitable for melee. With his order, everyone abandoned the steel spear and pulled out the gentleman's sword at his waist.

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Sorry, I've been a little confused these days. The chapters have reached 692. The previous chapter count is obviously written incorrectly!
Chapter completed!