Immortal and Demon Cultivation

More than 10,000 light cavalrymen, whistling and charging.

They used the classic tactics of the Whip of God that conquered half the world.

Attack in the middle and outflank on both wings.

Facing the Storm Legion of Heaven, this tactic is definitely not the best, but these herdsmen have no better choice.

It is almost impossible to assemble the migrating team that stretches for more than ten miles in a short time.

So they assembled into three cavalry nearby.

People on the grassland all know that the most important thing about cavalry combat is the formation. Once the cavalry formation is messed up, the combat effectiveness will be sharply reduced.

These old, weak, women and children try their best to maintain the cavalry formation.

The men who are charging in the front are all old men.

Old men.

At least over 50 years old, with an average age of 60 years old.

These old men were all brave warriors decades ago. Now that they are old, they can still ride war horses and carry scimitars. Some old people even bite scimitars in their mouths and start to bend bows and arrows.

Behind the old man was a group of young men. Almost none of them were over sixteen years old. They were all teenagers. Their childish faces were full of determination to face death.

But their skilled horsemanship was deeply impressive.

The third echelon of the cavalry was almost all women, old, young, and young. They were the largest in number.

Many women had young children tied to their backs.

They will be recorded in the annals of human history forever.

This was the first time that women in the world faced a powerful enemy from heaven in this catastrophe.

Because Yu Jizi had deliberately suppressed the Western Regions over the years, supplies in the Western Regions were in short supply.

Few weapons pulled out of the Northern Frontier Arsenal ended up in the Western Regions.

But the people in the Western Regions did not give up. They gathered all the better weapons and handed them over to the young men in the tribe.

At this moment, none of the scimitars in the hands of these old, weak, women and children were decent. They were either broken or rusty.

They used this weapon to face the heavenly enemies who were more ferocious and powerful than tigers and wolves, which was no different from using bare hands.

But they were still accelerating, accelerating, and accelerating continuously.

Hundreds of hounds accelerated with them.

When facing death, these loyal hounds chose to die with their masters without hesitation.

Five hundred feet, three hundred feet, two hundred feet, one hundred feet... When the distance between the two sides was only a few dozen feet, a wave of arrows soared into the sky, drawing a perfect parabola in the air, and fell rapidly.

Unlike the rain of arrows that covered the sky and the sun during the decisive battle of the cavalry in the southern border wilderness, this wave of arrows was just scattered, and it had almost no lethality to the six-legged beast riders with thick skin and flesh.

The two groups of people and horses collided with each other.

The black six-legged beast riders were like a black torrent. Wherever they passed, people and horses fell, heads and limbs flew, and blood dyed this ancient land red.

The scimitar slashed like a twinkling meteor.

The warhorse galloped like a surging river.

The vast grassland war song slowly sounded.

Fighting or slaughtering, it no longer made any sense.

Everyone thought that if they killed an enemy, their sons would encounter one less enemy on the battlefield in the future.

A man with a broken arm who followed Zhebie to the battlefield in his early years. Ten years ago, he was the bravest warrior on the grassland. A battle in the wilderness of southern Xinjiang broke his arm and could no longer draw the bow, so he returned to the tribe to eat and wait for death.

He longed to go to the battlefield again and fight side by side with his companions again.

He thought he would never have another chance in this life.

Today, he ushered in the last moment of his life, which was also the most glorious and shining moment.

Nine years ago, he did not kill an enemy, which was regarded as a great shame.

Today he wants to take back his glory.

At this moment, he bent down to avoid the spear stabbing from the front, kicked his feet, jumped up from the warhorse with force, and flew to the back of a six-legged beast rider coming towards him.

With his only remaining left hand, he threw down a black-armored warrior of the six-legged beast rider.

The two rolled on the ground where thousands of horses were galloping.

The black-armored warrior's head armor fell off during the rolling, revealing a face.

This is a human face, young and full of vitality. He does not have two more eyes or one more ear.

There is also fear flashing in his eyes.

There is no difference from humans in the world.

However, he and the man with a broken arm are people from two different worlds.

The man with a broken arm rode on the black-armored warrior, raised the scimitar in his left hand and chopped at the black-armored warrior's head.

The black-armored warrior tilted his head, dodged the knife, and grabbed the left wrist of the one-armed man.

At the same time, his other hand went to draw the short knife at his waist.

In this fight, the man with the broken arm was obviously at a disadvantage because he lost one hand.

He saw the other party pulling out a short knife and knew something was wrong.

His left wrist was firmly held by the other party, and the scimitar had fallen to the ground.

This life-and-death fight seemed to have no suspense.

At the moment when the black-armored warrior pulled out the scimitar from his waist, the man with the broken arm suddenly pressed down and bit the black-armored warrior's neck.

With a scream from the black-armored man, a large piece of flesh was bitten off his neck by the one-armed man.

The one-armed man was also a veteran. He knew that this piece of meat was not enough to kill the enemy. He had to cut off the enemy's trachea.

So he kept biting the black-armored warrior's neck like a mad dog.

At the same time, the black-armored man, who was in great pain, also frantically stabbed the broken-armed man's back with the short knife in his hand.

The broken-armed man's back was stabbed dozens of times, and the black-armored warrior under him did not move.

In a few breaths, the black-armored warrior's neck was bitten off by the one-armed man, and even the joint bones on his neck were bitten to pieces.

The broken-armed man raised his head, his face full of blood and meat residue.

He looked up to the sky and shouted: "General! I finally killed an enemy..." A long spear stabbed him in the chest, and directly stabbed him up like a skewer.

Then the owner of the long spear shook it casually, and the broken-armed man's body flew out.

When he fell to the ground, the broken-armed man's eyes were blurred.

He muttered, "I killed an enemy... I'm not... a coward... not..." Such fighting is just the tip of the iceberg on the huge battlefield, a small ripple in the ocean, and will not be remembered by anyone except the one-armed man himself.

The old men who charged in front were almost all sent to die.

The ones who really caused some damage to the six-legged beast riders in the heaven were the boys in the second echelon in the middle and the girls in the third echelon.

Especially the boys over 14 years old in the team, and those young girls, they brought damage to the six-legged beast riders.

But the damage they caused to the enemy was almost negligible compared to their own losses.