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Chapter 412 Head-on Collision!

The Wind Wheel whizzed and spun in the air, like streaks of lightning cutting across the sky, but it had no effect whatsoever.

On the battlefield, the Yellow Turban Army's weapon attacks became increasingly fierce, but the Halberdier Legion remained as steadfast as a reef in the sea, no matter how strong the wind and waves were.

At this moment, the halberdier legion resembled a group of heavily armored giants, wielding fine iron halberds and standing before an indestructible giant iron shield. No matter what kind of attack they faced, they remained calm and composed.

Under the cover of giant iron shields, they steadily advanced towards the Yellow Turban Army's position.

Meanwhile, the Taiping Cult members on the opposite side watched as the heavily armored infantry legion—the halberdiers—advanced steadily like a black torrent of steel, and a hint of solemnity flashed in their eyes.

The continuous attacks of the Breaking Army Crossbow and the Wind and Cloud Wheel seemed somewhat ineffective against the giant iron shield. They had to quickly adjust their tactics to deal with this impenetrable defense.

"Pass down the order: the advance camp is to prepare!"

"Also, bring out all the Thunder Chariots in the formation!"

The Yellow Turban army commander stood on high ground, overlooking the entire battle situation. He took a deep breath and gave his orders in a deep voice.

The "Thunder Chariot" is equipped with sharp blades and powerful impact devices, allowing it to rampage across the battlefield and disrupt enemy formations.

At the general's command, the Yellow Turban army's positions were bustling with activity.

A group of agile soldiers swiftly moved through the battle formation, wielding specially made fine ropes and barbed claws. These were weapons that most assault armies would prepare, but now they were specially made to counter the iron shield defenses of the halberdiers.

Their objective was clear—to use these tools to climb over the giant iron shields and directly attack the halberdiers behind them.

Meanwhile, another group of soldiers busily rolled out several oddly shaped armored vehicles.

These chariots were equipped with enormous mechanical wheels meticulously crafted by the Mohists, and the ends of these wheels were fitted with gleaming, sharp blades that flashed with a chilling light under the sunlight. Clearly, these were designed to cut through or push aside those seemingly indestructible battle formations.

The Yellow Turban Army's chariots began to roar, their mechanical wheels slowly rising, their blades gleaming coldly, as if announcing the impending carnage.

With a creaking sound of gears meshing, the mechanical wheel reached towards the rock-solid iron shield defense, attempting to cut through this seemingly impenetrable line of defense.

The soldiers on the tank were completely focused on manipulating the mechanical wheels.

A thunderous roar echoed from within the Yellow Turban army's ranks, a sound that shook the very soul.

The loud noise was like a rumbling thunderclap on the horizon, foreshadowing the coming storm.

Immediately afterwards, dozens of roads suddenly split open in front of the Yellow Turban army, as if the earth had cracked open to make way for the giant beast about to be born.

However, the halberdiers showed no panic in the face of the Yellow Turban Army's new tactics.

These thunderous chariots are majestic in size, with sharp blades that gleam coldly in the sunlight.

Like a giant beast on the battlefield, it roared and charged toward the iron shield defenses of the halberd warrior legion with unstoppable force.

The wheels rolled on, kicking up clouds of dust, their momentum like a rainbow.

Despite the sudden attack, the Halberdier Legion maintained a tight defensive posture.

The giant iron shield in his hand was as sturdy as a city wall, but it couldn't help but tremble slightly under the violent impact of the thunder chariot.

However, the halberdiers did not waver. They gritted their teeth, used all their strength to stabilize their iron shields, and vowed to defend the line to the death.

"Hold on! Hold on!"

Several halberd-wielding captains at the front shouted loudly, encouraging their soldiers to hold their ground.

Meanwhile, the agile soldiers of the vanguard battalion following closely behind the tank began to attempt to climb the iron shields.

They moved like agile apes, searching for footholds on the iron shields.

However, the halberdiers seemed to have anticipated their intentions, and the gaps between the giant shields were cleverly adjusted to be even tighter, leaving the Yellow Turban soldiers nowhere to land.

Whenever they tried to find a suitable climbing spot, they would always find that it had been cleverly blocked off.

"Hmph! Trying to break our iron shield with such a trivial trick? What a pipe dream!"

Seeing the Yellow Turban Army's tactics repeatedly thwarted, Zhang He, standing in the halberd-wielding formation, curled his lips into a cold smile.

However, the Taiping sect members on the other side did not give up.

"All troops, listen to my command! Break through this defensive line at all costs!"

With the order given, the elite Yellow Turban soldiers who had come with them launched another fierce attack.

They surged towards the halberdiers' iron shield defenses like a tidal wave, trying to find a breakthrough.

However, the halberdiers maintained a tight defensive posture, giving the Yellow Turban army no chance whatsoever.

The giant iron shield stood like an insurmountable chasm before the Yellow Turban Army.

The atmosphere on the battlefield grew increasingly tense, with each collision seemingly tearing the air apart.

Just then, a calm yet firm command rang out from within the halberd-wielding ranks: "Draw your halberds!"

The command resounded like thunder on the battlefield, sending a jolt through everyone.

The one who issued the order was Zhang He, the halberd-wielding general.

At this moment, he stood expressionless at the front of the formation, his eyes revealing an unwavering determination.

With the order given, the halberdiers' iron shield defenses suddenly changed.

The giant iron shield, which was originally tightly assembled, cracked open, as if a dark rift had appeared in the sea of ​​shields.

Immediately afterwards, countless halberds forged from fine iron suddenly pierced out from the crack, like venomous snakes, flicking their tongues as they pounced on the Yellow Turban army.

These halberds gleamed coldly in the sunlight, their incomparably sharp tips seemingly capable of piercing through any obstacle.

In an instant, cries of agony rose and fell in front of the halberd-wielding soldiers.

Those Yellow Turban soldiers at the forefront were suddenly pierced by halberds, their blood gushing out and staining the battlefield red.

His expression froze at that moment, becoming one of eternal terror and resentment.

The halberdiers, like ruthless killers, repeatedly plunged their halberds into the bodies of their enemies.

His movements were swift and precise, each strike aimed directly at the vital points of the Yellow Turban army.

The perfect combination of iron shields and halberds made their defenses an impenetrable wall of steel, leaving the Yellow Turban army helpless and each attack taking the life of an enemy.

The battlefield was filled with the heavy stench of blood and the cries of agony, as if a tragic picture was unfolding before everyone's eyes.

Zhang Daji's soldiers watched all this coldly, their eyes devoid of any pity or sympathy.

Under the fierce attack of the halberdiers, the Yellow Turban army's offensive gradually weakened.

Physical strength and unwavering faith alone are insufficient to withstand these sharp halberds or break through this impregnable defense.

At this moment, the battlefield was littered with the corpses and blood of Yellow Turban soldiers, a scene resembling a living hell.