The soldiers' breathing grew tense, the black shadows in their eyes gradually expanding until they covered the entire sky.

  As it was hastily formed, the phalanx lacked the long spears that were most effective against cavalry, so this 20,000-strong phalanx had never been put in Xu Haifeng's eyes.

  He urged his horse forward, and with a flourish of his long spear, he charged into the enemy ranks.

  He could clearly see the fear in the eyes of the person in front of him, that kind of fear that came from the depths of his soul, knowing that he would surely die without a doubt.

  A flash of silver light, a snow-white spear like a ghostly apparition pierced through the enemy's collarbone, internal force everywhere, the huge body was lifted high and flew far away to the rear.

  In mid-air, a shrill and mournful cry echoed far and wide, like a massive hammer striking heavily on the heart, making one's heart tremble with fear.

  His body drew a nearly perfect curve in the air and landed heavily on the head of his teammate behind him.

  The dark cloud was extremely excited, it panted heavily and plunged headlong into the dense crowd.

  Closely following behind Xu Haifeng was those five thousand black-clad armored warriors who looked like evil spirits.

  A cavalry charge usually chooses the weakest link in the enemy's position, so as to achieve the greatest effect.

  But Xu Haifeng and others were like those unreasonable beasts, simply rushing to the bottom along that straight line on the mainland. They didn't need to find any gaps at all.

  The strength of the Black Flag Army, this is Xu Haifeng's reliance. He believes that as long as the five thousand Black Flag soldiers are behind him, he can ignore all obstacles, because all resistance is like a weak thin paper, which will be broken with just one poke in the face of great strength.

  The sharp and majestic light of the forest was even more magnificent under the illumination of the flames, and the Black Flag Army finally charged into the square formation composed of 20,000 lightly armed infantrymen.

  All the knights raised their terrifying blades, which were as long as one zhang, high in the air and swung them heavily at all the obstacles that stood before them.

  Shattered in one blow.

  A severe blow on the head.

  No matter what stood in their way, whether it was a person or an object, they only had one action, swinging the wolf-toothed club in their hands, and with a loud crash, everything was split open, leaving no survivors.

  They had no bows and arrows on their bodies, they had no shields on their bodies, and the only weapon was the wolf-toothed club weighing dozens of kilograms in their hands.

  This rare and terrifying weapon, which few people can easily use, has now become a distinctive emblem of the Black Flag Army.

  If we're talking about the stranger sword, this terrifying weapon is filled with a strong overbearing aura, and has always been the strongest infantry's go-to blade.

  So, the long wolf-toothed club in the hands of the Black Flag Army was the best choice for cavalry battles.

  The halberd, after all, is just a powerful infantry weapon, and as a cavalry battle, it has many disadvantages.

  The blade of the Mo Dao is too thin, and it is easy to break during horse battles. Moreover, its volume is too large, and it has the inherent drawbacks of long weapons, that is, the weight of the head and tail is not uniform. During battle, due to the length of the blade, it is easy to hang the enemy's corpse on the tip of the knife, causing the knight to lose his balance and fall off the horse.

  Infantry use it when both feet are firmly on the ground, as long as there is enough strength, it can be used.

  But cavalry is different, adding such a quantity is an extreme burden for the horses, and apart from those world-renowned super stallions, not many horses can bear it.

  Similarly, due to the uneven weight of both ends, unless one's horsemanship has reached a state of being in a trance-like state, using this blade is likely to send oneself flying out before even hitting anyone.

  It was precisely because of these stringent conditions that this mighty and unparalleled weapon could not be used on a large scale in cavalry battles, especially for heavy cavalry.

  So, Jiang Gongming retreated and sought a secondary option, equipping the cavalry with wolf-tooth clubs that were only about one zhang (a unit of length) long.

  The quantity of Wolf Tooth Club is absolutely not inferior to that of the Miao Dao. As a charging cavalry, especially the Black Flag Army's fully armored heavy cavalry, it is just right.

  Every Blood Wine Warrior rides a Blood Wine Warhorse, although they are different in kind, but under the mysterious effect of Blood Wine, they cooperate seamlessly. The knight on horseback swings freely and majestically.

  Only those war horses that have been fed the blood wine can form this special cavalry unit, and only they can carry such a heavy load with ease, galloping across the battlefield.

  And all warriors holding wolf-toothed clubs showed unparalleled strength.

  The indestructible blades in their hands moved like the wind, as if they were not fifty-kilogram giant weapons, but just a small toy for children to swing.

  The enemy's long spears, shields and swords became decorations that could not withstand a single blow in the face of this king of soldiers. Nothing could stop them for a moment, nothing could delay their advancing footsteps.

  Their column was still a sharp cone, but the distance between horse and horse had become inevitably scattered. However, the more they did so, the greater the range of their attack became.

  No enemy army could withstand their overwhelming attacks.

  The first row of Caesarians were either trampled by the horses or cut down by the terrifying blades, followed by the second row, third row, until they broke through the entire phalanx.

  The soldiers who fell to the ground endured intense pain and wanted to get up, but their wishes were hard to come true.

  The horses in the rear surged forward again, and the thick iron cavalry trampled heavily on them. The power was as strong as a sharp long sword, deeply piercing their bodies and piercing their shattered souls.

  The charge of the Black Flag Army was like a rising tide, with waves crashing against the sky. Everything that stood in their way would be completely erased by the most powerful force in the world.

  It was as if a sharp pair of scissors were cutting through a folded piece of cloth, neatly dividing the entire square from head to toe into two halves.

  They were born to be at war, and only on the battlefield can the brave warriors of the Black Flag Army move freely. Only here can these humans who have lost their autonomy display their greatest talents and shine with dazzling brilliance.

  Only here can they find the meaning of their existence.

  On the black armor that represents death, everywhere is extremely bright colors, this is their masterpiece, they are accumulating their own merits with the enemy's life, to prove their existence.

  "Ah..."

  He shot down the last gunner, and a bright light filled Xu Haifeng's vision. He knew he had broken through the enemy lines.

  However, he galloped forward without stopping and began to detour ahead.

  His body leaned over, leaning on one side of the horse, he completed the task of turning the horse's head with the smallest arc.

  Behind him were the Black Flag Army knights who had smoothly exited the formation, but at this moment, half of them were still scattered among the enemy's phalanx and had not followed out.

  Xu Haifeng's silver spear reignited, and the starry sky was once again filled with a vast expanse of twinkling stars.

  Whether it was Li Bohu's throat lock gun or Fang's starry sky, they were no longer a secret skill in front of him.

  As long as he had gone through it once, he could easily grasp the essence of that set of skills, which had become his instinct, a basic ability of a master.

  Even if Li Bohu were reborn, and Fang Xiang came in person, upon seeing the silver spear in his hand, they would have no choice but to admit defeat.

  He led the charge once again, rushing into the already chaotic enemy formation. Behind him was a thunderous roar as 5,000 men circled around in a small circle outside the battlefield before charging back in.

  Every corner of the battlefield, at any moment, was splashing with thick blood. They fell under the wolf-toothed clubs of the Black Flag Army, their bellies trampled by war horses, exposing their entrails. They struggled and wailed in agony until life slipped away, gradually returning to stillness.

  Here is Asura Hell.

  Trembling hands grasped the sharp long spear, a companion that had brought them endless courage in peaceful days, now seemed so fragile and unreliable.

  Their hearts had already fallen into a near-frantic panic, and facing such monsters, even those veteran soldiers who had been through many battles also felt a thread of despair from the bottom of their hearts, which was the most primitive fear emanating from the depths of their souls.

  The Fourth Legion's hands were also stained with countless blood, in the eyes of those pagans whose cities they had conquered and villages destroyed, the Fourth Legion was synonymous with demons.

  They did not take it as a humiliation, but rather took pride in it.

  But they never thought that one day, they would actually face the real devil, a group of demons who returned from hell.

  With swords and guns raised high, the Black Flag Army charged recklessly into the fray, wherever there were more people, that's where the battlefield extended.

  "Kill..."

  The loud shout did not come from Xu Haifeng or anyone in the Black Flag Army. They only knew to charge forward silently, and then charge again, until there was no enemy left in front of them.

  The loud slogan was shouted by a Caesarian, a middle-aged Caesarian officer who was recognized as the bravest general in the Fourth Legion. He led his own troops to advance towards the Black Flag Army.

  But in the next moment, his life came to an end.

  Xu Haifeng's long spear pierced through his throat, pulled out, and his body paused for a second, unbelievably lying down forever.

  One horse, two horses, three horses, countless horses trampled over him mercilessly. Until he became a pile of dust and ashes, mixed into the murky dust, leaving no trace behind.

  The most valiant troops of the Fourth Legion were also no match for them, and their withering attack proclaimed to all that they were invincible.

  The formation of the Caesarian army was a solid wall, while the Black Flag Army was mercury that seeped through every crack, their impact was like an avalanche, coming in a mighty and unstoppable manner.

  No one can describe the ferocity and combat power of the Black Flag Army, their ruthless slaughter is like a blunt knife with no edge, slowly grinding away the morale of the Caesarians, bit by bit.

  Facing them, the Caesarians wavered, their eyes filled with infinite terror and dread. The tight phalanx began to loosen in silence, a hopeless fear was gradually eroding their will.

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