The Young Master Is Fierce Chapter 793: The Battle of Xiaoheyuan
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A dense explosion sounded.
The spring breeze brought a strong smell of blood, and He Sandao suddenly became excited.
He felt the blood all over his body was boiling! Every muscle was twitching.
His hand held the handle of the knife at his waist, loosened it and then closed it, then slowly released it.
His eyes were fixed on the opposite side, which was filled with dark enemies that could not be seen to the side.
The swords and guns gleamed coldly in the sun, and they rushed over without fear of death - from the pontoon bridge, from the river, they stepped onto the snowfield, stepping on the ground and thunder.
They stepped on Paoze's body and fell under a hail of bullets from their own side.
But there were too many of them, and they finally got close, so close that He Sandao could clearly see their ferocious faces.
"The third brigade...kill...!"
He Sandao was so angry that he let out a wild roar. He fired two shots, killing the two nearest enemies. He pulled out the grenade and bomb, pulled the fuse, and threw it into the enemy. At the rear of the army, he drew out his double swords, stretched out his body, and rushed toward the oncoming enemy like a gust of wind.
As he raised the knife and dropped it, blood stained his knife and his face red.
As another violent explosion sounded, holes were opened in the dark crowd. If viewed from the sky, it looked like a huge black cloth with many holes in the middle.
The hole was very small compared to the black cloth. The enemy behind just stopped for a few breaths, then rushed over and quickly filled up the hole.
The whole army of the First Divine Sword Army drew their swords and rushed towards the huge wave.
The battle soon turned into hand-to-hand combat. Facing the brutality of the Desolate Man, the First Army of the Divine Sword had no fear.
The moment they broke into the enemy, they automatically formed a millstone formation.
A group of eight people, with simple knives flying in their hands, started spinning, and they cooperated closely to harvest the lives of enemy soldiers one by one.
Someone fell, and someone quickly came in. When there were only four people left in the Mopan formation, they automatically retreated, then each looked for their target and joined other incomplete formations.
However, Chen Po, who was watching the battlefield from a high place, frowned - half an hour later, the team did not move forward, but was squeezed back by the enemy.
He took a deep breath. This was the most severe test the First Excalibur Army had faced since its formation.
The deserters seemed to realize that this place was easier to break through than the Second Army of the Divine Sword. More than half of the more than 200,000 deserters who crossed the river actually ran to the position of the first army.
This makes Chen Po very depressed. Is it possible that my First Army has become a soft persimmon?
"Command, all officers and men, move closer to the third brigade, use the third brigade as arrows, let me kill the enemy!"
As he gave the order, and as the messenger passed the order to the six brigade commanders, He Sandao burst into laughter.
"Brothers, the third brigade is the arrow, follow me and charge!"
He Sandao's sword is extremely domineering and is most suitable for such a large army to charge into battle.
With two swords in his hands, he danced like a tiger, and there was no one who could join him wherever he passed!
The deserters pride themselves on being ferocious, but at this moment, they suddenly begin to doubt themselves. In front of the **** man, they seem to be like docile little sheep.
He Sandao is no longer what he used to be. The domineering Qi in his body is continuously injected into his arms, making him feel no fatigue and making him as brave as if he had taken medicine.
But this is an ancient war, and the outcome cannot be decided by one person.
After receiving the order, the other brother brigades all rushed towards the third brigade. An hour later, the six brigades of the first army gathered together.
The battle formation was spread out in a herringbone shape, with the third brigade being the head of the people. They were now deeply trapped in a vast ocean of enemy troops.
"Please pay attention to He Sandao, that dog is too crazy, don't let him die!" Guan Xiaoxi spat out a mouthful of blood foam, told the group leader next to him, and mentioned He rushed forward with the knife in his hand.
Fu Xiaoguan was also paying attention to the battlefield here. He looked at it for a long time and said to Bei Wangchuan: "Try shooting an arrow at Tuoba Yu on the other side of the river."
The two armies were thousands of meters apart. Bei Wangchuan took his bow and arrows and aimed at Tuoba Yu, who was standing on the chariot and commanding the battle.
Tuoba Yu felt a little panicked. After two hours of fighting, the battle finally entered the stage of hand-to-hand combat. He originally thought that with the powerful fighting power of Huangren, he could defeat the opponent in as many as four hours.
But now it was obviously beyond his expectation.
The army that broke in from the left had advanced several feet before, but now it was blocked by the enemy again.
But the battle on the right side showed no improvement. Facing the 60,000 men of the First Army, the opponent not only did not retreat a step, but also advanced three feet forward.
If it cannot be stopped, we will have no choice but to retreat to the Xiao River. If we retreat again... we will have no way to retreat!
"The right wing enters the battle! Don't run to the left! Block the right road for me, the general!"
With his order, one hundred thousand right-wing troops entered the battlefield.
So far, the fifty families under his command have invested a total of 400,000, while the opposite side... only 90,000!
But Tuobayu did not feel relieved.
That's the Divine Sword Army!
So, he immediately issued a second order: "The left wing enters the battle and eliminates the First Excalibur Army as soon as possible!"
One hundred thousand left-route troops rushed out, and all five hundred thousand troops entered the battlefield.
Fifty thousand versus ninety thousand, if you still can’t win...
At this moment, he suddenly felt a chill. With decades of battlefield instincts, his body suddenly slumped, and an arrow roared towards him. Behind him was his grandson Tuo. Ba Qing.
This arrow hit Tuoba Qing right between the eyebrows!
Tuoba Qing was shot away by the power of the arrow, and lay on the snow a foot away with a pop, his eyes widened, and he had long since lost his breath.
Tuoba Yu was horrified. He rushed over and picked up Tuoba Qing's body, "Grandson, grandson..."
"Ah..." Tuoba Yu looked up to the sky and roared, "Fu Xiaoguan...I want you to be buried with my grandson!"
"Kill them all, I will also cross the river!"
He stood up angrily, placed Tuoba Qing's body in the chariot, took off his long knife, and rushed towards the opposite side of Xiao He with the remaining three thousand guards.
"It missed, but it hit another one. The old man went crazy. He was afraid he shot an important person."
Fu Xiaoguan put down the telescope and laughed.
"Just take care of him. If you shoot him to death, the battle will be much easier."
Bei Wangchuan nodded, squinting his eyes to look for Tuoba Yu among the enemy troops.
But Fu Xiaoguan called Ning Siyan and pointed at He Sandao, who was deep in the enemy's position in the first army, "Go help him, don't let him die."
The three girls, Xu Yunqing, stood beside Fu Xiaoguan. She silently looked at the **** battlefield, only to realize that life was so fragile and insignificant.