"Bang", with a fierce whip, it was an angry sound.

"You said, are you beaten back by a group of monks holding wooden sticks? And you also threw away my more than 300 warriors?" Zhiye was a big man, the bald man with a braid, opened his eyes wide and glared at his deputy. The hair of the horse that had just fled back in a panic, and the thin and dry man was kneeling in front of his horse at this time.

"Yes, the great masters, those people are all martial arts masters among the Han people. Although they only have two or three thousand people, their wooden sticks were thrown too accurately and ruthlessly. Most of the more than 300 warriors I died were killed by their wooden sticks. I couldn't believe it, but Xiong Han had never deceived the great masters. You can ask other people who escaped back to question it." Xiong Han said in frustration without raising his head.

"Okay, you can actually get the gray wolf on the grassland to hold its tail together. I want to ask what's going on." The great man in the wilderness made people arrest those fleeing cavalry.

"How did you say, how did you lose," he looked at the guys covered in sweat and dusty faces.

Several people looked at each other, and after a while someone said, "They threw out the stick, smashed many of us to death, snatched their horses and bows, and then they defeated us in the same way as us..."

The man didn't say anything more, but Zhiye knew what he meant and whipped it with a whip.

"You mean those monks who may have never seen a prairie horse in their lifetime can ride horses and shoot arrows when they can come up? Can they surpass you guys who have been hunting since childhood?" He didn't believe the explanations of these people at all, and he thought they were lying and trying to get rid of punishment.

"Call everyone back for me, I will kill these monks who dare to slaughter so many of my warriors," the stormy master issued an order angrily.

Soon, cavalry scattered and passed his orders to the Hun cavalry who were still looting and slaughtering.

The Huns had a high level of military organization. After several military reforms, the military discipline became very strict. However, even so, it was not so easy to gather the already scattered cavalry. After more than half an hour, about three or four thousand elite cavalry were summoned to the side of the great master of Zhiye.

"Courage, there are a group of monks who want to drive us away by wooden sticks. Are you afraid of them?"

"Not afraid"

"We will cut off their skulls, and hang their bodies on wooden sticks."

"Cut off their heads"

Many cavalry shouted and shouted one after another, and the great masters of the dying world were very satisfied. They mobilized the wildness of these warriors again. He wanted to lead them, and once again, chase their prey, kill them, pull out their heads, uncover their skins, and use their blood to shock their opponents.

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With horse communication, Ling Chen gathered more than 7,000 people. Such a huge and elite infantry group could easily drive away the Hun cavalry even if the weapons were just wooden sticks.

What's more, he had already collected three hundred horses. Through this period of rest, his horse's power was restored and he could support a period of combat.

From the damaged village, more wooden sticks and kitchen knives were collected, which were valuable iron tools for them, and soon this army would not lack long-range throwing weapons.

When the two legions met, Zhiye became even more angry. After only more than an hour, the number of enemies in front of him was almost twice as many as Xiong said. But so what? The other party was just a group of civilians holding wooden sticks.

The cunning male hair has quietly landed at the end of the team, making Chiye unable to find anyone to vent his vent.

"It is the group of sheep in front of us who have injured our warriors with wooden sticks. The warriors, run your horses, shoot your arrows, drive them away like wild sheep, cut off their heads, strip off their furs, and sacrifice to the heaven of immortality!"

As he shouted loudly, more and more cavalry shouted loudly, raised their horn bows in their hands and waved them, and waves of sound rushed towards the huge infantry formation in front of them.

Unlike the infantry I saw in the past, any person in the square formation in front of me was indifferent and ruthless, and was not shaken by their shouts at all.

Zhiye has a great eye for being a great man. His vision is wide on the vast grassland. His long-term hunting has created their excellent eyesight. His vision is even better. Although the two troops are now nearly 100 meters apart, he can still clearly see the changes in the other party's formation, and even the faces of the person in front can be clearly seen.

Seeing the opponent's formation facing so many cavalry, he felt nothing was wrong. Although the opponent was not wearing armor, the weapons in his hand were no different from those in civilians.

"Go close to them and use your arrow rain to let them bathe with their own blood"

Zhiye Datuo continued to use traditional tactics, relying on excellent riding skills to rush to the infantry phalanx from one side, and then use the impact force to shoot arrows towards the opponent's dense infantry phalanx. This is the best way to deal with infantry phalanxes without long-range crossbows. With only three to four rounds, such phalanxes will collapse and escape in scattered ways, and then you can cut from behind one by one. In fact, you have to kill these infantry from close range. The lethality of the arrows is still not strong. The tactics are simple and effective, but only those who grew up on horseback can use them flexibly in execution.

With his orders, more than three thousand cavalrymen assaulted the right wing of the infantry phalanx in front of them. They held horn bows, had already set up arrows, and tightly clamped the horses with their legs.

Ling Chen stared at the group of galloping cavalry. After the previous matchup, he had estimated the range of the opponent's shooting. Without considering the hit, they could shoot to a range of nearly fifty meters with the help of horsepower. However, for the sake of power, they would narrow this distance. They would usually pass an arc thirty meters away from the square array, eject collectively, and then turn to break away from contact with the infantry square array.

If there is a crossbow, the opponent will definitely not be able to get the advantage when shooting.

But there is no one now, but Ling Chen's soldiers are not ordinary soldiers. They all have extremely strong computing power and their physical functions have been debugged to the limits of human beings.
Chapter completed!