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CHAPTER 205 FOLLOWING Forward

Qu Tong's strategy was actually correct. Closing the distance, relying on his strong power to close in on the enemy and counteract the advantages of the enemy's chariot.

But you can't ignore your own safety, seeing the enemy's sword coming at you, and still persisting to cut off the armor!

As the driver, he only needed to control the chariot, so his defense was completely focused on shooting and fighting. As a result, when he saw Qu Tong falling from the sky, he did not take precautions at all, and continued to seriously control the chariot.

Chen Jia believed that with Shooting and Rong Right, this guy wouldn't be able to harm him at all.

But he was wrong, he had met Qu Tong, who firmly believed that he would not be injured, and that even if he was injured, he would be instantly cured by the deities, thus his brain inevitably moved.

The archer's sword pierced Qu Tong's left rib, but before he could rejoice, he suddenly felt a strong resistance.

This sword should have pierced through his opponent's body, but why was it suddenly blocked? Did he not wear any armor?

This moment of blankness also announced the date of his death.

Qu Tong opened up his left arm, and directly clamped it around the archer's neck, pulling him into his embrace with all his might.

With a kacha sound, the archer's neck was broken. He didn't even let out a miserable cry.

In a split-second, Qu Tong, who looked like a ferocious devil, had actually killed two people. Rong Hao, who was on the other side, was scared out of his wits.

The pitiful Rong Right used a five meter long weapon. When the chariot charged, it was naturally extremely sharp, but in close combat, it was impossible to pierce through the enemy's defenses.

What was more frustrating was that in order to avoid falling over the chariot during the battle, Rong Hao's legs were tied to the chariot.

As death loomed over him, he could only cry out in despair. Death was upon him, and he had no weapon to use to escape.

"Crack!" As the sword in his hand descended, Rong Right's head tumbled to the ground.

It was only now that Qu Tong frowned, and touched his left rib with his right hand.

Fresh blood dripped from the wound. Although the Archer's strike could not pierce through his body, it had also pierced through his flesh and penetrated into his abdominal cavity by at least an inch. It might have even damaged his internal organs.

Qu Tong staggered, barely able to lift his hand and pull on the reins, stopping the chariot.

On the mound, Chen Fei angrily slapped his car.

You're really f * * king idiots. Are you planning on eating big bucks?

Although I have the Holy Light Technique, it is not a technique to revive the dead!

Do you really think that my Holy Light Technique can be released endlessly? I have released it too many times in these last ten hours, and the energy within the Frost Mourn has been slightly unable to be replenished. The palm of my right hand is still aching.

Chen Fei's palm was only to vent the discontent in his heart, but in Zheng Yang's eyes, it was a signal to attack.

"All forces, charge!" Zheng Yang roared, he urged his horse to run down the hill.

"Charge! Kill!" The 40 odd cavalrymen shouted out loud, following closely behind Zheng Yang, they started to run frantically.

"Giddy up!" Mu Jiu shook the reins, and the chariot Chen Fei was riding on started to speed up.

"Kill! Follow the emperor and build your career!" The soldiers in leather armor and cloth clothing behind him were even more unwilling to fall behind. As if they had gone mad, they roared and charged forward.

Chen Fei choked on his words. Why did these bastards suddenly attack a formation composed of over three thousand people? Were they trying to commit suicide?

You want to die, but I still want to live!

However, Chen Fei was no longer allowed to retreat. With more than 100 people at the center, more than 40 cavalrymen and 70 to 80 infantry soldiers at the back, all of them had high morale. Some of them were singing as they jumped towards the thorny jungle formed by shields and spears in front of them.

It was as if in their eyes, it wasn't a defensive line at all, but a small ditch, as if they had stepped into it the moment they raised their legs.

The strangest thing that happened on the battlefield was that a team of over a hundred medallions had charged toward the elite troops of over three thousand people without any hesitation. The party with the obvious advantage in strength didn't feel relaxed at all.

When facing on a narrow path, the brave would win, especially in the era of cold weapons. No matter how strong the soldiers on their side were, the soldiers at the frontlines would always fight to the death with the enemies.

As a result, when they were faced with a group of soldiers who were shouting and rushing towards them, the alliance troops were at a disadvantage.

The leader of the group was not in the war chariot, but was riding a red horse.

Qu Tong had instantly killed the three soldiers on the chariot. This general was obviously shocked, and only started to react after a full ten seconds had passed.

A deep horn sounded suddenly, and the soldier next to the commander quickly waved the flag in his hand.

The battle formation immediately underwent a change. The soldiers on the shields retracted a little towards the center, completely sealing off the gap that Chen's armor had made. The hundred chariots that had originally planned to charge out of the gap began to slowly retreat.

The closest distance between the two was less than 300 meters. It was impossible for the chariot to pick up speed.

Rather than getting the tanks and infantry stuck together, it was better to let the shield soldiers, the long spear soldiers, block the enemy and then use the archers to cover and kill them.

As for the war chariots, they would circle around in a circle and cut across the front of the formation as soon as they picked up their speed.

There were only a hundred or so enemies. With just a single charge, the battle would be over.

"Fire!" There were still a hundred and fifty meters left, and four hundred archers shot their arrows together. The four hundred arrows instantly fell among Zheng Yang's cavalry like locusts covering the sky.

"Slurp!" The battle horses whinnied, and at least ten of them fell to the ground.

"Fire!" The general who was directing the archers raised his arm mechanically and then fell.

Another rain of arrows fell on their faces, and more than ten war horses fell to the ground, screaming in pain.

In just a few seconds, half of the cavalrymen with more than 40 people had died.

However, what was damaged was only the war horse. The soldier on the horse immediately flipped over and continued to charge forward while holding his sword. There were only three or four people who could not run due to their injuries, but they still continued to move forward.

How is this possible?

The general of the allied army frowned as an ominous premonition assaulted his mind.

"Fire!" When both sides were still more than thirty meters apart, the archers had finally finished their third round of shooting.

This time, the distance was too close. More than four hundred archers focused on shooting at the closest twenty riders. In an instant, they flipped over and only Zheng Yang remained on horseback.

"Fall!" At least fifty soldiers holding onto their spears, gathered at the place where Zheng Yang's horse was about to reach.

The spear was like a forest, forming a boundary of death!

From a hundred meters away, Chen Fei's heart jumped into his throat: Can Zheng Yang even move?

Frost Mourn, where's your strength?