C430 (2/2)

Like a surging torrent, the West Cold Cavalry charged into the great array of the Army of Montenegro, causing mountains and seas to topple and overturn the seas. Countless warriors of the West Cold fell under the spears of the Army of Montenegro. Countless Army of Montenegro were trampled to death by the West Cold Army's iron hooves, and countless heads danced in front of their eyes.

”Kill …”

The Army of Montenegro soldiers wailed as they waved their spears and sabers to welcome the attack. At that moment, the fear in their hearts had disappeared, there was only grief and indignation filled with hatred. They slashed with their blades, pierced with their spears, and even some soldiers charged forward, tightly holding onto West Cold Army's hooves.

A Army of Montenegro soldiers who was facing the West Cold Cavalry's spear did not dodge nor give way. Like a mad tiger, she roared and sent the rider on horseback flying. At the same time, his body was pierced through by West Cold Cavalry's spear.

More and more Army of Montenegro soldiers raised their shields and brandished their big blades, fearlessly shouting loudly, as if they were not charging towards the cavalry, but a group of jackals. They fought with all their might, baring their teeth and using almost all of their strength. Occasionally, some soldiers would fall or get injured, but the others turned a blind eye to it.

In the great array of Army of Montenegro, it was as if several giant boulders had smashed into a pond water. First, it caused a huge wave to splash into the sky, followed by a surging undercurrent that surged violently.

The West Cold Cavalry had already been divided into small teams, rampaging about the Black Mountain military formation and killing to and fro. However, the Army of Montenegro had also launched a berserk counterattack. Both sides had engaged in a five kilometer long formation, repeatedly killing each other, and no one was able to take another step forward.

After a period of intense physical combat, Zhang Yan's soldiers were getting fewer and fewer, until they were forced to retreat step by step by the West Cold Cavalry. However, they still held each other tightly, using their spears and bows and arrows to fight the West Cold Cavalry to the death.

Chen Lin and Ping Han's team were originally arranged in the back by Zhang Yan, but they were still grateful to him. However, facing the ferocious West Cold Cavalry, they were also afraid. They had already made plans in their hearts, as long as Zhang Yan retreated, they would immediately lead the team to escape.

Regardless of whether it was the original xanthopanax or the current Army of Montenegro, the reason why they had repeatedly failed was because they did not belong to one another, and fought on their own. It was like a piece of scattered sand. When it was advantageous, it would rush forward and when it was defeated, it would scatter. No one cared about it.

But they didn't expect that Zhang Yan's two large groups, which consisted of nearly forty thousand soldiers and the West Cold Cavalry s, would intensely battle each other. Dead... Huang Tian … ”Stand up …” The slogan of advancing forward, bravely advancing forward, yet he did not retreat even half a step.

Suddenly, the Chen Lin seemed to understand that she was not the same as before. She was the burly officer, if she were to escape or watch her death end here, not only would the Army of Montenegro brothers look down on him, even the hussar general would not forgive him.

”Brothers …” ”Come and kill me …” Chen Lin could not wait any longer. If she let West Cold Cavalry kill all of Zhang Yan's soldiers, West Cold Cavalry's butcher knives would come at them. He raised the long knife in his hand, suddenly shouted, and led the group to rush forward.

”Kill …”

Seeing that the general had rushed out, the soldiers under Chen Lin followed suit and rushed out as well. They had also heard the slogan of Zhang Yan's soldiers. Hot tears had long flowed down their cheeks and their chests were burning with hatred.

”Kill …”

Ping Han hesitated for a moment, then shouted and led his soldiers to rush forward. He galloped on his horse, the long spear in his hand pointing straight at the cold and gloomy sky. The long red cherry on top of his head danced in the wind, like a ball of flames in a cold wind.

With the sudden addition of the Chen Lin and Ping Han, the faith of the two large groups of soldiers in the battle multiplied. It was as if they had been injected with a heart strengthening drug, their shouts grew even louder, like muffled thunder, rolling through the desolate wilderness.

The ferocious West Cold Cavalry had used her long spear to stab fiercely into the chest of the Army of Montenegro Archers who were charging towards him. However, the Army of Montenegro soldiers had tripped West Cold Cavalry's warhorses with his body, causing a huge hole in her stomach. The warhorse fell heavily onto the ground, and the rider's head fell onto the ground.

The war horses following closely behind also stepped on Army of Montenegro soldiers's body, and more and more war horses tripped and fell, causing the number of West Cold Cavalry s that fell to the ground to increase. Dozens of West Cold Cavalry's bodies were stirred up, as if they were snowballs. Their screams and groans resonated throughout the wilderness, and the painful howls of their war horses continued to spread.

Many of the West Cold Cavalry s that fell to the ground were crushed by the horses' hooves on the spot, the scene became a pile of meat paste. The flying hooves lifted the meat from the ground, or dug it deep into the ground. Some people struggled in pain on the ground, while others were pulled by war horses that kept galloping, continuing to slide forward, leaving long trails in the ground. They screamed out in pain all the way until they stopped breathing.

Zhang Yan staggered and rolled on the ground, gasping for air. He couldn't remember how many times she had fallen off her horse. Her entire body was covered in blood, making it impossible to tell where the sweat was coming from. Zhang Yan laid on the ground, smelled the pungent bloody air, stuck out her tongue and licked the sticky blood and dirt.

Hungry and thirsty, he felt his mouth and heart burning with thirst. Suddenly, he saw a pool of blood. He lowered his head greedily and inhaled deeply. When he raised his head again, his face was covered in blood, like a demon sucking blood.