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The two sides were far apart, but Lin Zhenxian could still clearly see the city gate slowly opening, and inside was a black mass of cavalry, led by a young general, coming towards him in unison.

"Prepare for battle immediately!!"

"Strike the Eight Oxen Crossbow, fire continuously!!"

boom--

The battle is about to break out.

The fat man threw away the sledgehammer in his hand, came to the front of the camp, and lifted the tarpaulin covering the Eight Ox Crossbow, revealing the shiny Eight Ox Crossbow underneath.

This time, Lin Zhenxian brought all his weapons with him, a total of fifty eight-ox crossbows, specially used to deal with the Northern Yan cavalry.

To be on the safe side, he specially trained a hundred soldiers to operate the Eight-Ox Crossbow before the war.

At this moment, the dusk on the desolate plain is as dark as blood.

Lin Zhenxian pulled the reins, and the warhorse trampled on the withered grass, picking up the tiny grass stems.

He placed his hand on the hilt of his sword and looked towards Dingxiang City with sharp eyes.

Suddenly, the two iron-clad city gates made a teeth-grinding creaking sound, and the rust brought up by the turning of the door hinges fell on the bluestone slabs like a handful of gold.

Yan Heping was wearing a thick armor made of black iron, with rough wolf head patterns engraved on it, which shone with a cold metallic luster under the sunlight.

He rode atop a tall black horse, wielding a broad sword nearly a man's height. Its blade gleamed with a cold, icy gleam. His armor enveloped him tightly, revealing only a pair of piercing eyes filled with a consuming hatred for his enemies.

"Kill these dried up dogs!"

Yan Heping's voice resounded like thunder on the battlefield. He raised his long sword high, and the blade drew a graceful arc in the air.

Following his order, the heavy cavalrymen behind him rode out one after another. The neat sound of their hooves was like a war drum, beating in everyone's heart.

The heavy cavalrymen were dressed in the same heavy armor, and their war horses were also covered in sturdy armor, with only their hooves and heads exposed. From a distance, they looked like a torrent of steel, unstoppable.

Lin Zhenxian watched all this calmly.

He was wearing silver armor, and the hilt of the sword at his waist was inlaid with a green gem, which emitted a faint glow in the sunlight.

There was no trace of panic on his face, his brows were slightly furrowed, and his eyes revealed a hint of solemnity.

"Prepare the Eight Ox Crossbows!" Lin Zhenxian's voice was steady and powerful. Following his command, the soldiers acted quickly.

These huge machines are made of hard wood and fine iron. The crossbow body is several feet long, the crossbow string is as thick as a child's arm, and it is equipped with a long siege chisel.

The soldiers worked in groups of two, turning the huge wheel axle to pull the crossbow string. The huge tension caused the crossbow to vibrate slightly.

Lin Zhenxian held his sword with the tip pointing to the sky, his eyes slightly narrowed, staring closely at the approaching heavy cavalry.

He silently calculated the distance in his mind, breathing steadily and rhythmically, as if the whole world had stopped at this moment, leaving only the enemy in front of him and the command in his hands.

The moment the heavy cavalry entered the shooting range, a gleam of light flashed in Lin Zhenxian's eyes, and he decisively swung down the sword in his hand.

"put!"

hum-

With the command, the sound of the mechanism vibrating resounded throughout the world, and fifty siege hammers shot towards the enemy formation in unison like sharp arrows shot from a bow, with a sharp whistling sound breaking through the wind.

The front end of the siege hammer was extremely sharp, and it carried huge kinetic energy while flying at high speed, instantly penetrating the armor and bodies of the heavy cavalry.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

"what!!"

"what!?"

"Get out of the way, get out of the way quickly!!" The sounds of breaking air and flesh being pierced intertwined together, and countless heavy cavalrymen were knocked off their horses by this sudden attack.

The immense force of the siege hammers flung them from their horses, pinning some to the ground while others were pierced through the body and flung aside. Blood gushed out like a fountain, staining the ground red. The neighing of horses and the screams of soldiers echoed one after another, and the entire battlefield instantly turned into a living hell.

Yan Heping looked at the tragic scene in front of him with a look of horror.

He never imagined that his proud heavy cavalry, which could hardly be hurt by ordinary swords and knives, could be easily penetrated by this seemingly ordinary siege chisel.

His heart was filled with shock and confusion, but he had no time to think about it and had to react quickly.

"Disperse! Disperse the formation!" Yan Heping roared loudly, with a hint of trembling in his voice.

He waved his long sword, trying to command his cavalry to disperse and avoid being attacked by a concentrated force.

However, although the heavy cavalry were well-trained, it was not easy for them to disperse quickly under such intensive attacks.

Just as Yan Heping was shouting, the creepy sound of the bowstring vibrating was heard again.

Lin Zhenxian stood there far away, his eyes as cold as ice, and gave the order to shoot again.

hum-

Another fifty siege hammers cut through the air, carrying the breath of death, and shot towards the already somewhat chaotic heavy cavalry team.

"what!!"

"How can we fight this battle?"

"We are heavy cavalry! What the hell is this thing?"

"It's a siege chisel, a siege chisel!!"

This time, the heavy cavalry were even more panicked. Many were struck by the siege hammers before they could react. Some were shot at their horses, which neighed wildly in pain and threw them off their backs. Others were hit by crevices in their armor, and the siege hammers pierced their bodies, killing them instantly. Screams, shouts, and the neighing of horses mingled, and the battlefield was in chaos.

Yan Heping watched his army being defeated by the attack of the Eight Ox Crossbows, and his heart was filled with despair.

He never expected that Lin Zhenxian actually possessed such a powerful weapon that completely restrained his heavy cavalry.

He gritted his teeth, a fierce look flashed in his eyes, and he decided to charge forward himself, perhaps breaking through the opponent's defense line.

He gripped the long knife tightly in his hand and clamped his legs against the horse's belly. The black horse understood and let out a long neigh before rushing towards where Lin Zhenxian was.

His armor gleamed coldly in the sunlight, and the long sword he waved in his hand created gusts of wind.

However, his actions did not have any effect.

The Eight Ox Crossbows were ready again, and following Lin Zhenxian's command, round after round of siege chisels were fired at the enemy formation.

Under this intensive attack, the heavy cavalrymen fell like fallen leaves in the autumn wind.

The battlefield gradually became quiet, with only the sporadic neighing of war horses and the groans of the wounded.

On the city wall of Dingxiang, the soldiers looked at the tragic scene below with terrified expressions.

In their opinion, their heavy cavalry was invincible in the world. Not to mention this small number of infantry, even if Lin Zhenxian brought the most powerful cavalry of Daqian, it would not be enough for them to charge in one round.

But who knew that these heavy cavalrymen couldn't even touch the enemy, and all the wine glasses were shot and killed here.

too frightening.

too frightening.

How is this fight going?

Lin Zhenxian put down the sword in his hand and looked into the distance calmly.

He knew that this heavy cavalry should be all the cavalry forces in Dingxiang City, and the rest were just a bunch of chickens and dogs.

Yan He lay flat on the grass.

His arm was scratched by the siege chisel and now looked as if it was broken.

He looked at his comrades who were still struggling and had not died, and his heart was filled with bitterness.