"kill!"

The sound of charging and killing resounded throughout the battlefield like an overwhelming force, and among the billowing smoke and dust, the war horses kept moving their four hooves and swept forward.

Looking at the sand dust getting closer and closer not far away, the eyes of Sergeant Zhao, who was standing in formation, inevitably showed some fear.

Originally they thought they would face only a few thousand Wei troops guarding the city this time, but now they were facing 30,000 cavalry rolling in.

As fear gradually spread among the Zhao army formations, the Wei cavalry, which was traveling at high speed, had already taken out bows and arrows from the sides of their horses.

Draw your bow, nock an arrow, aim...

For these elite cavalry who have become accustomed to horseback riding, shooting on horseback seems to have become their innate instinct.

On the back of a high-speed horse, after completing this series of actions that were as simple as eating or drinking water for them, each feather arrow was already aimed at the soldier Zhao on the opposite side and was ready to go.

"Xilulu!"

The neighing of the war horses came from beneath them, and as if they had received an order, these cavalrymen loosened the bow strings in their right hands.

After completing this action, these cavalrymen showed no interest in fighting and immediately turned their horses and galloped towards the rear.

After the Wei cavalry here fired a wave of mounted fire, Shi Shiran naturally opened the distance between the two sides again.

Zhao Jun over there faced the cloud of arrows forming above his head, fear rising to his throat.

"Raise your shield."

At the moment when the arrow rain fell, large and small shields were deployed above Zhao Jun, trying to block the deadly arrows.

Zhao Jun's reaction was not unpleasant, and those rapidly rising shields indeed blocked some of the arrows.

However, the entire Zhao army's formation was not a complete giant shield. There were always gaps between large and small shields, and the Wei army's arrows came in along these gaps.

The sharp arrow clusters carried huge energy and effortlessly pierced through the not-so-thick armor of Sergeant Zhao's soldiers. One after another, the soldiers fell down in the square formation.

After surviving this wave of arrows safely with lingering fear, before the soldiers in the square formation had time to rejoice, a series of wailing sounds rang in their ears.

As far as they could see, they saw fallen comrades beside them, and a bit of anger suddenly arose in the hearts of these Zhao soldiers.

Looking forward with anger and hatred, these Zhao soldiers suddenly discovered that the creator of all this scene was far away from them.

What made them even more angry was that although the previous wave of attacks had come to an end, another round of attacks by the Wei cavalry had already come.

"Raise your shield..."

"Archer, fight back!"

In this era, high-bridge saddles and double-sided stirrups had not yet been invented, so cavalry, a decisive battle unit on the ancient battlefield, was not able to exert its maximum value.

However, compared to the slow-moving infantry, the four-legged cavalry still has a winning advantage, and that is its speed as fast as the wind.

At a speed that the infantry could not catch up with, Wei's cavalry was on the battlefield on the north bank of the Zhang River, like the sharp scalpels of later generations, removing the flesh and blood of the Zhao army bit by bit.

And when round after round of arrows fell, and one comrade after another fell in front of him, the anger in Sergeant Zhao's heart gradually turned into the initial fear.

I don’t know how long this has passed. Although the soldiers can still barely maintain the square formation, the morale of the Zhao army may collapse in the next moment.

Another round of arrows was fired, and some Zhao soldiers fell. The Wei cavalry did not send a new team this time.

"Tap tap tap..."

Feeling the restlessness of the horse beneath him, Ying Qian looked at the Zhao military formation not far away.

The Zhao Jun banner that was originally standing tall was already crumbling, and all Ying Qian had to do was give it a gentle push.

He retracted his gaze from the front and subconsciously looked to the side. Ying Qian's eyes were in contact with Yi Qucang beside him.

There was no verbal communication, but with just one glance, both parties already understood each other's intentions.

Nodding lightly to each other, the two of them looked forward again, with a bit of fighting spirit in their eyes.

"kill!"

This time it was no longer the detachment from the previous group, but all the Wei cavalry launched like tigers descending from the mountain.

With almost no resistance, facing the Zhao army whose morale had been weakened to the lowest point, the hot knife of the Wei army cavalry seemed to have touched soft butter, smoothly dividing the complete Zhao army formation into two.

Two from one life, three from two...

This is the process of creation of all things described in Laozi's "Tao Te Ching", but it would not be a good thing if this process were placed on the battlefield.

On the battlefield, when one party is divided into several parts by the enemy, then it is not far from defeat.

For example, if the Zhao soldiers in front of them lost contact with the larger army, they would be wiped out by the Wei cavalry that looked like tigers and wolves around them.

Next, the battlefield situation did not change in any way, and the fate of these Zhao soldiers did not have many waves.

Divide, surround, eliminate, divide again...

In such repeated actions, the Zhao army, which had already suffered a great loss of morale, was weakened again and again, and eventually became prisoners of war of these Wei cavalry.

Of course, unlike the previous confrontations between Wei and Zhao, this time there were many fewer Zhao soldiers who managed to escape from the battlefield.

After all, even if they were to run, the two legs of Zhao's soldiers were not as good as the four legs of Wei's cavalry.

"Kakaka..."

With the sound of wood squeezing, the gate of Feiyi was slowly opened, and groups of Wei soldiers walked out of the city, preparing to welcome their comrades outside the city who had just experienced a battle.

Just as Ying Qian and Yi Qucang were waiting to step forward, a dull sound of horse hooves came from a short distance away.

"Drive, drive, drive..."

After a few breaths, a Wei army messenger galloped over and stopped in front of the two of them.

"General Ying Qian, General Yiqu."

After the greeting, the messenger immediately said loudly: "The remnants of King Zhao's army have fled to the north bank of Zhangshui River. The general predicts that King Zhao's next target will be Handan, the capital of Zhao."

"The general has ordered the two generals to pursue King Zhao's remaining soldiers. It would be best to annihilate them."

"Even if they cannot be annihilated, they must be driven to the north of Handan, and King Zhao must not be allowed to return to Handan City."

Upon hearing this order from General Pang Juan, Ying Qian and Yi Qucang, who had just fought side by side, looked at each other again.

The next goal of Pang Juan or the Wei army is already very clear, which is to capture Handan, the capital of the Zhao Kingdom.

Whether or not King Zhao exists in Handan City is the key to determining the difficulty of the next war.

After realizing the weight on their shoulders, Ying Qian and Yi Qucang turned around and dismounted their horses without any hesitation.

"Xilulu..."

The horse under him neighed, and Ying Qian's eyes swept across the surrounding cavalry.

"Soldiers, I, Ying Qian, know that you are all very tired after a great battle, but the general has given us the important task of pursuing King Zhao..."

"What do you think it should be?"

"Pursuit!"

"Pursuit!"

"Pursuit!"

The sounds of pursuit continued to surge like waves, and Ying Qian looked around with determination.

After the sound of a sword, a long sword appeared in Ying Qian's hand.

"The whole army..."

"Go!"
Chapter completed!