Datang Lingnan King

Chapter 221

As Feng Daiwen opened the gap, Chai Shao led the cavalry to rush into the camp. The Japanese war horses were short and could only be ridden on foot at most. For a taller person, his feet could touch the ground while riding on the horse.

For the tall cavalry team of the Tang Dynasty, the Japanese slaves can feel the deep fear. There are a thousand heavy cavalry in full armor. Whether they are horses or knights, they all wear masks. The iron armor emits a cold breath in the morning light, like a hell knight. Generally, the extended spear in the hand can pierce anything in front, whether it is a tent or a Japanese slave.

The nine thousand light cavalrymen held the long sabers in their hands tightly, and with the help of horsepower, they only needed to lay the sabers aside. After the horses passed by, all they left was stumps and broken arms.

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Just as Datang was attacking aggressively, Monobe Hanzo heard the rapid sound of the gong, rushed out of the tent with a livid face, loudly ordered his subordinates to organize defense, and then personally led the guards to organize the team to assemble.

As the Tang army kept charging, Monobe Hanzo kept boosting morale, shouted loudly, and sent his own guards to lead the soldiers to rush forward desperately.

It has to be said that the Japanese slaves are born with a very hostile spirit, and they can be called desperadoes. There are 15 people, holding all kinds of strange weapons, holding logs, and rushing forward to block them. Many people even grabbed stones on the ground. Blocks, soil thrown over.

However, if you want to kill the enemy, you will be powerless. The unrivaled charge of heavy armored cavalry, fanatics chanting slogans, and wildly dancing with long knives are all able to ignore the attacks of Japanese slaves' crude weapons. Although they are blocked by desperate people, they are still firm moving forward.

What makes Wonu even more uncomfortable is that the soldiers of the Tang Dynasty thought that the generals were arrows, violently inserted into the camp, and kept rushing forward. Screaming, struggling, everything seemed futile, still being pressed and rubbed against the ground, and finally had no choice but to accept the reality.

Swinging steel knives, broken limbs and broken arms, and blood rushing wildly, all of these are very visually impactful. When the blood is over, all that remains is boundless fear.

Xi Jun buys a huge hammer, and he can often smash people into meatloaf with one hammer. This is his biggest hobby. When he presses it down from the head, the good situation is that the person becomes half shorter and sticks on the ground. A bloody mass of meatloaf.

Feng Daihuo is just the opposite. He likes to swipe, hit him far away with a stick, and fall down, just like a Transformer. This is his favorite thing to see, and he never tires of it.

For the brothers Feng Daiwen, Yuchi Baolin has never been used to using sharp weapons, and he doesn't like to use stabbing moves anymore. He likes to chop, cut in two, clean and neat, but a little bloody, because the blood spurts like this, and after a battle, the whole body will be swollen. soaked in blood.

The courage of a man cannot last long. Although the Japanese slaves are very hostile, they are not inherently durable. When the resistance becomes futile, all that is left is to be defeated. No matter how much Monobe Hanzo shouts and how the guards supervise the battle, the Japanese slaves still scream from both sides. run away.

People are all blind obedience, when the rout starts, everything will be irreversible, when those behind see the front fleeing, they don't need to know why, they will follow and run naturally.

Feng Daiwen found that the Japanese slaves were starting to flee, and immediately ordered to surrender. As the guards began to shout, "Kneel down and don't kill, surrender to avoid death!" Japanese language with various accents rang out throughout the battlefield.

Those who couldn't escape saw the soldiers of Tang Dynasty rushing in front of them. When they heard that they would not die if they surrendered, they hurriedly crawled on the ground, fearing that they would be hacked to death if they were too slow. The weapon knelt down, and after the slow reaction was killed, the kneeling speed became significantly faster.

Chai Shao also noticed the changes in the battlefield. As expected of a veteran on the battlefield, the cavalry immediately divided into teams of thousands of people and charged towards places where there were many people standing.

In order to save the situation, Monobe Hanzo rushed forward with the organized Chinese army in person, and more than a dozen armored warriors came to besiege Feng Daiwen. This is also because his armor is very special, and it is not ordinary at first glance. Of course I knew he was a general.

Feng Daiwen didn't show any weakness, he danced with a long knife, and charged forward with the hedge tilted. Chen Xiong, who never stayed away from behind, naturally followed, and the guards also confidently blocked the others from the left and right.

"Roar!" With a loud shout, Feng Daiwen slashed horizontally, and the fastest one was chopped off in the middle, and the iron armor on his body did not bring him any defense.

Those who can wear iron armor are naturally masters in the personal guards, usually family generals. These people have long ignored life and death, so of course they will not be frightened and stop, and continue to attack with weapons.

Of course, Chen Xiong wouldn't watch Feng Daiwen fight alone. He erected the huge shield, stopped under his feet, charged forward violently, and directly collided with several people. When he hit the ground, blood was obviously spurted out of his mouth, and it was obvious that the internal organs had been severely impacted.

Chen Xiong stabilized his body, let go of the chain ax in his left hand, and hit a person's face with the ax deep in his forehead.

Chen Xiong flicked his wrist, and the ax flew back, holding the shield to protect Feng Daiwen's side, preventing him from being attacked on all sides.

Feng Daiwen was always confident in his own defense. Not only did he have the best armor, but Chen Xiong never let himself down, so he attacked with all his strength with confidence.

"Kill!" The bright red blood stimulated his nerves, and he shouted again, and slashed at the head of one person in front of him with all his strength.

"Pfft!" The guard on the opposite side raised his knife to block, but it fell apart. An iron knife did not block anything, like tofu, it was broken into two pieces, followed by a man, cut in half from the forehead, and fell on both sides.

Although the Japanese slaves belonged to the dead, they had seen such a tragic death there, and they were so frightened that their liver and gallbladder were torn apart, and their hands and feet became weak.

Feng Daiwen and Chen Xiong wouldn't be in a daze, even if a mere dozen or so people were their opponents, they were quickly chopped to the ground.

"People of Tang Dynasty, you have won! I hope that the soldiers who surrendered will not be killed." Monobe Hanzo said with a hoarse voice as he watched Feng Daiwen lead people to surround him.

"What's your name? Let them all surrender. Don't worry, Datang has never had the habit of killing people indiscriminately." Feng Daiwen has seen Mononobe Hanzo many times through the telescope, so he naturally knows that he is the biggest official here.

"Monobe Hanzo of Dalian, Japan, has seen the general of the Celestial Dynasty." Monobe Hanzo left a teardrop in the corner of his eye, ordered the guards to order everyone to surrender, and then knelt in front of Feng Daiwen and said.

"Get up, General Zhendong Feng Daiwen, as long as you cooperate and comfort me, I promise not to kill innocent people." Feng Daiwen said with a smile, with the corners of his mouth raised.

"Yes, I'm following General Feng's orders." Monobe Hanzo bowed his head in resignation, and said respectfully.

With the surrender of Monobe Hanzo, the battlefield gradually calmed down, only the sound of wailing sounded from all sides of the battlefield, and occasionally one or two heart-piercing screams.

(End of this chapter)