After Gao Shun's troops defeated Dong's army head-on, Gai's army on the right also achieved victory. Dong's soldiers threw down their helmets and armor and fled, completely exposing their backs. If they were to pursue them at this time, they would definitely be able to kill them.

They dealt a devastating blow. However, Gao Lan and other right-wing generals did not order the pursuit. Instead, they commanded their troops to reorganize their formations with nervous expressions. A temporary victory was nothing to them, and the real test would come later.

"Ohh Ohh ohh……"

"Rumble...Rumble..."

The long sound of the trumpet was mixed with the rapid and violent sound of horse hooves, which shook the earth as if it was shaking. Waves of waves were also set off on the surface of the Bashui River, and the tremors were felt all the way to the east bank.

On the east bank, in the center of the huge Gaijun military formation, there is a simple wooden command platform that is more than ten feet high and several feet long and wide. The hussar general Gai Jun and his subordinates and generals all stand on it, looking up and looking into the distance.

The crowds of people looked at the black mass on the other side, which was as powerful as the top of Mount Tai, and the enemy's cavalry looked solemn and solemn.

Ma Teng straightened the saddle on his head with his hand, and said in a slightly worried tone: "Both the Han and Dong armies are equipped with stirrups..."

"..." Gai Jun nodded slightly when he heard the words, without any sign of urgency in his expression. The stirrup is a supreme weapon that can completely change the cavalry arm. In the past, Gai Jun's cavalry relied on this weapon, whether it was facing the ferocious barbarians or the enemy.

The Han army was able to win every battle in hundreds of battles, often with decisive victories. However, the stirrup itself is very simple and has no technical content at all. Trying to maintain this advantage for a long time is basically a delusion. In fact, the secret of the stirrup last year

It has already been revealed that Yuan Shao and Dong Zhuo successively equipped their cavalry with stirrups. This year, it has spread again. Han Sui, Gongsun Zan, Yuan Shu, etc. are all aware of it. It is considered a semi-open secret. I believe that in another year and a half, everyone will know it.

All the powers in the world will know.

It has been three years since the stirrup came into being in the sixth year of Zhongping (189 AD). Today, the Gai army will face its threat for the first time. Will our side be completely defeated by the indestructible iron hoof like its previous opponents, or will it withstand the pressure?

Will it stand? Gai Jun doesn't know, and he doesn't dare to make an assertion, but one thing he can be sure of is that no matter whether he wins or loses against such an opponent, it will be a fierce battle.

Hu Feng licked his dry lips and said in a strange tone: "In the past, we rode over the enemy without any problems, and defeated all the heroes in the world. How can we say that it is so happy? Now, it is finally our turn to taste it."

It’s amazing to taste it…”

Guan Yu's face was as red as a red date, and he was extremely proud: "Ziyi is confused that war depends on people and not on weapons. In the past, our army defeated the Yellow Turbans, defeated Han Sui, wiped out the Black Mountains, swept across the Qianghu and Huns, and won every battle. Never before.

Have you ever relied on the power of stirrups?"

"..." Hu Feng secretly curled his lips. That's true, but there is a difference in winning every battle. Stirrups will undoubtedly make the victory more glorious, and his own losses can also be greatly reduced. This issue is not the focus, Hu Feng

I have no intention of arguing with Guan Yu.

Guan Yu twirled his beard with his hand and continued: "Our army is no better than others. We know the details of stirrups and train our infantry on a daily basis, so we intend to strengthen their ability to fight against cavalry. Moreover, the soil on the bank of Ba River is soft and the enemy cavalry cannot get close. Our army

We don’t have to worry about the flanks, we just need to block the opponent head-on. It is expected that with the Gao Xiaowei’s skill and the fierce soldiers under his command, he will be fine.”

"What General Guan said makes sense..." Then other generals joined in the discussion and exchanged opinions and countermeasures. Gai Jun never said a word. His attention gradually shifted to the left wing. Both the center and the right wing had won.

They formed a tight formation to await the enemy. Both Gao Shun and Gao Lan were famous generals in hundreds of battles, and their soldiers were also carefully selected elites. There was no need for him to worry. However, the left wing was still in the midst of a fierce battle. Even with the help of Gao Shun's army, the situation remained the same.

The lack of clarity made him slightly worried.

"Captain..."

The call of the guard beside him woke Ma Chao up. He took one last look at the smoke and dust in front of him and the hordes of cavalry. Without hesitation, he immediately discarded the big iron plate stained with blood in his hands and turned around. Ma Chao likes to lead by example, but he also needs to lead by example.

Depending on the situation, he knew best the impact of cavalry equipped with stirrups. Staying on the front line at this moment was tantamount to committing suicide. He had not lived enough, so it was naturally the best option.

Ma Chao shuttled between the battle formations with his sword in hand. Seeing the soldiers in a mess, his sword eyebrows couldn't help but frown, but there was nothing he could do. Even in the school field on weekdays, it was not an easy task to reorganize the disorganized soldiers, let alone a real sword.

A battlefield with real guns.

As the magnitude of the earth's shaking continued to increase, the commanders and princes of the army became more and more anxious. In order to get their soldiers into position as soon as possible, they scolded and cursed, punched and kicked, whipped and raised their swords... and used everything they could think of.

s method..

"Damn it, shake it, shake it, shake your mother, shake it again, I will chop you down." Along with the roar, a military commander with a short stature and a scar on his face and neck pulled out the sword from his waist and pointed it in front of him.

The crossbowman, who was obviously still a young man, said fiercely. The enemy cavalry was approaching, and the crossbowman was extremely nervous. He couldn't move the crossbow. When the superior officer frightened him, his hands shook even more.

"Trash, trash, coward, what's the use of keeping them?" Army Sima was extremely angry, raised his sword and chopped it into pieces. The blade of the sword shone faintly under the sunlight, making the crossbowman's face look deathly pale, and the crossbow in his hand

, the arrows fell to the ground one after another, completely unaware.

Seeing the white blade approaching, a long arm suddenly thrust in, holding down the army commander's hand to prevent the long knife from falling. Looking at the knife that stayed a few inches above his head, the young crossbowman had no time to rejoice, only to feel his legs tremble.

So soft, he sat down on the ground.

"I'm killing my own soldiers, who the hell dares to stop me?" Army Sima didn't really want to kill the crossbowman. He just saw that the crossbowman was shaking and deliberately threatened him with a knife to force him to calm down. However,

At this time, someone with blind eyes stood up to block him, which made him feel quite upset. The military commander was about to get angry when he suddenly felt a shadow covering his body. When he took a closer look at the person, his mind suddenly woke up. The person in front of him was a person.

He is a young general. He is very tall and has a majestic appearance. He is covered in fine armor and has a large helmet on his head. Although his face is stained with blood, it does not reduce his appearance by half, but in fact makes him more heroic.

He was the one who carved out the thousand-stone official position of Military Sima with one stroke. He had been living in the army for four or five years. How could he not recognize the person in front of him? He immediately suppressed the words that slipped to his lips and put away his long

Knife, he praised: "I have seen the captain..."

Ma Chao nodded to Army Sima, then turned to look at the crossbowman on the ground. This man was about the same age as him, but he was short, dark, thin, and quite wretched. Ma Chao paused for a moment, then stepped forward to hold him back.

Shoulders, lift up.

"Captain, Captain..." the crossbowman said in a timid manner. Standing in front of Ma Chao, the young crossbowman seemed to have a heavy weight on his shoulders, weighing him down so much that he could not stand upright.

"..." Ma Chao said nothing, but bent down to pick up the crossbow arrows, nocking the arrows, loading the crossbow, and cocking the crossbow. He was not fast at all, but extremely skillful, and finally handed it into the hands of the crossbowman.

Before leaving, Ma Chao thought for a while and said: "On the battlefield, either you kill the enemy or the enemy kills you. The only thing you can rely on, apart from the comrades beside you, is the weapon in your hand. Hold it tight, Don't let it go again..." Facing an unknown and insignificant pawn, with Ma Chao's identity and status, there is absolutely no need to waste words. Perhaps it is because he feels that the two are of the same age, but their situations are completely different, That's why I said this.

The crossbowman watched Ma Chao leave with envy beyond words.

The army commander said coldly: "People are different. Ma Duwei is destined to be a general and a marquis, and a big man who will leave his name in history. If you can catch up with Ma Duwei Baiyi in the future, your life will not be in vain." .What are you still doing? Watch your left and right, and stand in line for me..."

"..." The young crossbowman pursed his lower lip, his wandering eyes seeming to settle.

Ma Chao crossed the formation and returned to the rear. The generals either organized their troops, arranged for the follow-up troops to join the ranks, or linked up the middle road. The left-wing army was running side by side for a while, with colorful flags fluttering and drums and trumpets blaring. The situation was noisy but not chaotic. .

Bian Bing tried his best to mobilize his soldiers, and his voice was already hoarse from shouting. When he saw Ma Chao walking back leisurely, he bit his teeth and punched him hard on the shoulder. He laughed ferociously and said: "You kid is finally willing to come back... kill me." Does it hurt or not?"

Ma Chao sneered, no matter what he said at this time, it would make Bian Bing unhappy, so he simply kept his mouth shut.

Sure enough, Bian Bing snorted coldly, ignored him, and plunged into the busy tide again.

Ma Chaogui was the captain of the bodyguard of the hussar general Gai Jun. He had a special status. No one among the generals on the west bank could command him. Moreover, he crossed the river privately without any troops accompanying him. After retreating from the battlefield, he seemed to be doing nothing. The atmosphere around him was out of place.

Ma Chao looked at the high flag from a distance and walked over.

Gao Lan was assigning tasks to the generals and was very busy. After most of the generals had dispersed, he took the time to say something to Ma Chao, "Ma Duwei was brave enough to be the first to defeat the stubborn enemy and win the first prize. Something will happen later." I would like to ask the general for merit for Ma Duwei."

"It's just a small achievement, what's the point?" Ma Chao said it lightly, and his face was full of pride and contentment. However, the enemy was defeated, and the leader of Qingshou (two thousand stones) managed to escape. If he could win his head It's even more perfect...

Naturally, Gao Lan would not take Ma Chao's words seriously. He looked at the enemy cavalry a stone's throw away, his brows knitted together. Bian Bing had the responsibility of leading the troops and could not return for sure, but Ma Chao was different and asked tentatively. : "Can Captain Ma convey the details of this matter to the general?"

"Who is the High School Lieutenant?" Ma Chao's expression suddenly changed and he said angrily: "This can only be achieved by a feather. The war is about to begin, how can I escape before the battle?... Could it be that the High School Lieutenant looks down on Ma or something?"

Gao Lan first clasped his fists in apology, and then said: "In this way, Lieutenant Ma can work with me to suppress the Chinese army."

Only then did Ma Chao's face lighten up.

Bian Bing returned with two or three attendants. He noticed that there was something different in the atmosphere. He glanced at Gao Lan and Ma Chao suspiciously, and then said: "A certain general, Shaoyi, grew up in Western Xinjiang. He has always known Qiang and Hu, and his death from illness is considered unlucky." , taking death in battle as auspicious, they are the best at fighting. However, the Qiang and Hu are wild in nature and do not like to be restrained, so they are good at fighting but not good at military service. Most of the enemy's cavalry are disheveled, so I thought that the opponent must be a mob. "Ear, I don't think the enemy cavalry was in a hurry to attack, but was calm and orderly..." At this point, Bian Bing smiled to himself: "I think I underestimated this old man Han Sui. He is quite good at training the Qiang and Hus." ah"

"Brother's words make sense." Ma Chao nodded his head in agreement. "We can't regard the enemy cavalry as ordinary Qiang Hu. We must treat them as a powerful force like our Heshuo cavalry, otherwise we will suffer heavy losses."

"..." Gao Lan glanced at the two people meaningfully, and finally moved his eyes back to the battlefield. Last year's Fushui River was a painful experience that he could never forget for the rest of his life, even though he was now in the victor's position.

In the camp, the iron cavalry that was as fast as the wind, as fast as lightning, the fierce and invincible cavalry, and the seemingly rock-solid formation composed of Jizhou Euphorbia warriors and Ji-nu warriors were instantly beaten to a pulp.

Hundreds of holes were scattered and collapsed. Not only did Gao Lan lose all his troops, he himself was seriously injured and almost died in the battle. It took him half a year to recover from his injuries.

After a year, he faced a cavalry army of this level again. What was his victory or defeat?

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooohs."

"Here we come..." Ma Chao suddenly raised his voice.

Bian Bing stared at the battlefield unblinkingly, his face gradually turned livid, he laughed twice and said to the left and right: "Damn it, you are really a persimmon who only picks the soft ones."

"..."

The battlefield was changing rapidly. Hua Xiong was killed and his left wing collapsed. The situation suddenly became so bad that the Korean cavalry general Yan Feng judged that rushing to attack would not help, so he stopped a stone's throw away and reorganized his formation.

Cover the center of the army, drive away the enemy on the right, and successfully establish a foothold on the west bank. The formation is relatively strict, with walls lined up, trees and halberds forming a forest, and bows and crossbows densely scattered among them. Even if you use iron cavalry to break through, you will never get a good harvest.

The left wing of the Gai army, which was still in the midst of a struggle, naturally became the focus of the attack.

The infantry of Dong's army tended to gather together under the scolding and scolding of the generals. At the same time, reinforcements from the rear also arrived. Yan Feng ordered the rangers to assist them in order to contain the center and right of Dong's army. The troops of his own army changed their evacuation formation and used

The knights were arrayed shoulder to shoulder, forming a dense row. Hundreds of knights were arranged into one layer, arranged in five layers. The first group was those who dared to fight the Qiang and Hu, and the second group was the iron-armored tiger warriors.

If it moves, it will be done, and if it moves, it will be thunderous, and the left wing of the Gai army will be defeated in one fell swoop.

When they were ready, the two armies of Han and Dong Buqi moved almost at the same time. Although the troops led by Yan Feng were mainly cavalry, because their troops were densely packed, they could not let their horses gallop if they wanted to keep the team orderly.

, can only travel at medium to low speed, not much faster than infantry.

The dense cavalry formation is unparalleled in terms of visual impact and real impact. Its shortcoming is its slow speed. If you use this formation to attack the middle or right side of the army, it will easily become the target of the opponent's crossbowmen.

If they fight, they will face the situation of losing more than half. However, attacking the left wing of the Gai army is completely different. At this moment, the opponent is fighting fiercely with our own infantry and has no ability to organize crossbows to block it. Once bullied, the consequences will be disastrous.

…

"Rumble...Rumble..."

The banks of the Bashui River were covered with reeds and the soil was soft. The cavalry could not launch an attack from the flanks, so Yan Feng chose to attack diagonally. Although the Korean cavalry formation was densely arranged, it was more than two hundred feet tall, and together with a portion of his own infantry,

Being included in the attack circle, one's own infantry may even be hit before the opponent.

At this time, Yan Feng obviously didn't care so much anymore. Not to mention that the infantry was the "enemy" Dong Jun. Yan Feng's life and death were not in Yan Feng's eyes. Even if it was Han Jun's own, he would not stop or change his tactics.
To be continued...