Tick... tick... tick...

  "Sand... sand... sand..."

  Since the first rocket was launched, a neat and uniform marching sound has been heard from afar.

  At this time, the big fire spread all over, and the camp was already in a state of great confusion. But before the only way out of the big camp, the heavy footsteps accompanied by the shaking sound of armor gradually became clear.

  The Caesarian cavalrymen standing guard outside looked around in astonishment.

  At last, they saw it.

  Before them was a black iron torrent.

  Five hundred black-clad iron-armored burly men were trotting in unison towards the main gate of the large camp.

  They bore thick steel armor, wore a steel helmet, only exposing two lifeless eyes and mouth and nose for breathing, the whole person was wrapped in a solid layer of steel armor, as if they were deep-sea demons from the depths of hell.

  "Whoosh..."

  An arrow suddenly flew out and shot onto the helmet of a man in black, making a clear and pleasant "ding-dong" sound, and then fell down due to lack of strength.

  That man in black seemed to be unaware, only at the moment when he was shot by an arrow, his head moved slightly due to the impact of the arrow branch, and apart from that, there was no other reaction, still continuing to move forward.

  What troops are these, that all the Caesarian cavalrymen gaze at these approaching men with a deep-seated, instinctive fear in their eyes.

  Are those heavy infantry? The Caesarian troops also have such a type, but absolutely not so exaggerated. Looking at their advancing speed is not slow, without any feeling of being overwhelmed.

  Such a running speed is absolutely impossible for heavy infantry clad in iron armor, and this is already the speed of ordinary soldiers' rapid march.

  Such a bizarre scene gave people a strange illusion, as if the armor on their bodies was not steel armor, but a thin brocade robe.

  However, the previous arrow had already shattered all their fantasies. The equipment these people wore was not only the highest configuration of heavy infantry, but also surpassed it.

  That swift and mighty arrow did not cause any damage to the helmet, nor even left a small dent. Only by getting closer and examining it carefully could one notice a faint white mark.

  What kind of defensive power is this? Can the heavy infantry in our country do it? And what's even more astonishing to them is that such a forward speed is even more unimaginable.

  They can no longer be regarded as ordinary soldiers, they are simply a group of mobile war fortresses.

  At this moment, this strange team suddenly appeared here, and their purpose can be imagined.

  The leader of the Caesarian cavalry let out a loud shout, and hundreds of horsemen instantly drew their swords and charged at the black troops.

  "Draw your sword..."

  A calm voice sounded in the ranks of the black-clad men.

  All the men in black simultaneously drew out their swords from behind their backs.

  "Oh no..."

  Seeing the weapons in their hands, the Caesarians widened their eyes and could hardly believe their own eyes.

  What is that? It's a giant sword blade even bigger than their two hands combined.

  Under the illumination of flames, it emits a dangerous glow.

  "Cut..."

  The cavalry of the Caesarians had already charged near, holding up their spears in hand, but what greeted them was an irresistible and formidable force.

  Five hundred broadswords, five hundred downward slashes, as if they had undergone thousands of times of tempering. The movements of the five hundred people were uniform and in unison, and the five hundred sword lights drew out a rhythm that was both violent and full of strange beauty.

  A mournful cry echoed through the sky, swords flashed down, and Caesar's cavalrymen were cut in two like paper, along with their horses. They - didn't have any resistance at all.

  "Forward..."

  A troop of five hundred marched forward with firm steps, as always, trampling over the corpses on the ground, pressing forward. From start to finish, their eyes had never changed at all.

  Even if it was unwilling, when the two armies met at the gate, they still issued a shocking and intense collision.

  A dreadful cry of slaughter came from the gate of the camp, and the Caesarians rushed in like driven people into the camp surrounded by flames.

  The Caesars swarmed up, but their blades hacked at each other's bodies, unable to cause much harm, and could only leave a little white mark.

  Unlike the inefficient attacks of the Caesarians, these men in black launched an unparalleled ferocious and terrifying offensive.

  They uniformly held giant knives, this kind of one-zhang-long (about 3.3 meters) gigantic blade was wielded with ease in their hands. Every time they raised and swung it, several people were killed instantly, blocking the way.

  They had only five hundred men, formed in two rows, arrayed and marched out like a wall, advancing with their swords, wherever they passed, both men and horses were cut to pieces.

  They relied on this small number of 500 people, and they killed all the Caesarian cavalry outside the camp. Then, they firmly guarded the gap that had not yet been closed by the two large fires, not allowing Caesar's cavalry to escape.

  This is the world-renowned Black Flag Army, the only one known as the world's number one Black Iron Army.

  Since Jiang Kungming arrived at the Black Flag Army, he had been racking his brains to figure out what kind of equipment to provide for these fearless and daredevil men.

  The strength of the Black Flag Army is plain for all to see, their power has already exceeded the limits that ordinary humans can reach.

  Whether it was strength, speed or endurance, they all reached an unimaginable level under the stimulation of blood wine.

  Of course, compared to those martial arts masters who practice in the scorching heat of summer and the freezing cold of winter, they are still no match. However, with the vast population base of the Great Han Empire, there are absolutely fewer than three thousand Jianghu heroes who can rise above the third rank.

  Even such a master of the three treasures, in a one-on-one battle to the death with them, may not necessarily be a match for these soldiers who do not know what death and injury are.

  Dealing with such an enemy is absolutely a terrifying thing, unless you have far more power than the other side, the best outcome is probably that both sides will perish together.

  An army of ten thousand Black Flag soldiers is equivalent to three times the number of top-notch warriors in the entire empire. With such a massive force, how can they be equipped to make the most of their abilities?

  Whether it was Xu Haifeng or Jiang Kongming, they both deeply knew that there is no perfect thing in the world. Where there is gain, there must be loss, and the Black Flag Army also had its own fatal weakness.

  They have no feeling of pain, so they know no fear; they are cold-blooded and devoid of emotion, so they do not dread death. They are the best candidates for forming an iron-blooded army.

  But precisely because of this, when they encounter the enemy, they often resort to a hard and forceful approach, not being adept at evading or dodging. As a result, although they may achieve great victories in battle, their own casualties are by no means small.

  If Xu Haifeng hadn't lost the special ability to replenish blood with wine, this problem wouldn't be too difficult to solve. As long as there is sufficient reserve manpower, a large number of new Blood Wine Warriors can be cultivated in a short period of time.

  However, since entering the realm of the ancestors, due to the abnormal changes in his body, Xu Haifeng lost the ability to replenish blood with wine. Although his blood still possessed various heart-pounding abilities, it could no longer provide unlimited supply.

  The issue of personnel has once again been placed on the table by reality.

  Since there are no more endless follow-up troops, these existing Blood Wine Warriors are a precious war resource. As for their protection, it has reached an unprecedented and even terrifying level.

  With the rich resources provided by Wò Lóng Chéng and the three major families, Jiǎng Kǒng Míng manufactured 7,000 sets of blood wine warriors' and 5,000 sets of blood wine war horses' full-coverage armor. As long as they wore this iron armor that was even harder than a turtle shell, ordinary swords and knives could not cause any damage at all.

  It's not that Chiang Kongming didn't want to equip all the warriors and horses with corresponding equipment, it's just that a clever woman can't cook without rice.

  Seven thousand sets of warrior armor and five thousand sets of horse armor are already the limit that Wolong City can provide this year. In order to make up for these materials, they have made great concessions to the major families, even to the point where the imperial examination system has been abandoned halfway.

  If the instrument is not advantageous, it will be difficult to do a good job. Even with the strongest defensive power, it can only avoid injury, and as for attacking power, it is even more important.

  Jiang Kung-ming thought of all the weapons under heaven and finally decided that for them to be uniformly equipped with the halberd.

  The blade is over one zhang in length, with a double-edged blade and great momentum. The weight of the blade itself exceeds 50 jin.

  Under the heavens, only the Black Flag Army's abnormal soldiers can wield such a large quantity of long-range weapons with ease after donning that tortoise shell-like armor.

  Only blood-sweat-war-horses can carry these steel fortresses weighing hundreds of catties.

  When the strongest defense and the invincible offense are combined, when the sturdiest shield and the sharpest spear are both in the hands of one army, this world-renowned military force has truly reached an invincible position.

  The sword was raised high, and with repeated slashes, everything in front of it was mercilessly cut into two segments. Severed limbs and flesh flew everywhere. The main gate of the camp, this short stretch of several zhang, was instantly filled with countless corpses.

  The fierce fire continued to burn, and the large fires on both sides gradually approached, with a tendency to merge.

  Bancroft's heart was icy, what kind of people were these, were they devils? The weapons in their hands were so sharp and overbearing. Such a powerful blade, the weight must be no less than heavy, yet when they swung it, there was not a hint of hindrance, could it be that each and every one of them was a Hercules?

  In this world, there was actually such an army, and in his mind, he recalled the pale face of Prince Aljernon at the time of departure. As soon as the Black Flag Army was mentioned, Caesar's most brave son had such an expression.

  Now, he has finally got his wish and witnessed the Black Flag Army with his own eyes, and also experienced the true strength of the Black Flag Army. However, in his heart, he hopes that this is just a dream, a dream that can be woken up from.

  If even this last lifeline was cut off by others, then his tens of thousands of elite cavalry would really fall here today.

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