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On the battlefield below, parts of the Tang army's and rebel army's formations had already become entangled in a deadly melee.
These soldiers were tangled together, hacking wildly at one another.
Their formations were utterly chaotic, men practically shoulder to shoulder. They used the shields in their hands to block their opponents' attacks while fiercely thrusting forward with their longswords!
When the men in the front ranks killed each other and fell to the ground as corpses, those in the rear immediately filled the gap. There was not a moment to catch their breath. They just kept hacking!
Both sides' soldiers were equipped with the most advanced armor and weapons of the era and had received standardized training from the most powerful dynasty.
Moreover, they were all frontier troops of the Tang Dynasty, fighting year after year along the borders. They were in peak condition, with every stat pushed to the limit!
Yet on a battlefield like this, such an army could not display any sophisticated tactics. They could only slaughter one another like line infantry!
Two formations collided, canceled each other out, and turned into corpses carpeting the ground.
Then another two formations rushed in, collided, and canceled each other out once more!
The sounds of hacking, screams, and wounded soldiers' dying wails rang across the entire battlefield!
Li Qinwu also witnessed a famous scene: a group of elite soldiers clad in heavy armor, burly in build, carrying no shields, and wielding mo dao with both hands, massacring all directions across the battlefield.
These mo dao warriors of the Tang army were exceptionally vicious. One mo dao warrior would swing his blade, forcing a rebel infantryman to raise his shield in defense. Before he could do anything