Only a quarter of an hour after the Xiongnu cavalry rushed into the Han army's central formation, on the Han army's right wing, the Huns forced the cavalry to retreat and had already charged over.

Looking at the enemy cavalry, Huang Kuang tightly held the handle of his sword.

"The enemy is a hundred steps away, prepare to fight..." He shouted loudly to his men.

Now he has become a leader of the Han Army's Xiliu Camp.

Although the position is low, it is already very capable.

Over the past two years, he has sharpened his riding and archery skills day and night, and also participated in a martial arts training. Although it was only a short month, it also taught him how to organize and inspire the morale of his subordinates on the battlefield.

I also learned how to deal with the enemy's impact.

At this moment, numbers kept popping up in his heart.

The speed of the enemy's cavalry is about a hundred steps per instant (the time measurement prescribed by the Han family, a day and night is divided into twelve hours or ninety-six quarters [this is divided according to the position of the sun], that is to say, an hour is divided into eight quarters, and each hour is divided into eight quarters.

Sixty seconds (one moment is about fifteen seconds in the hereafter).

And he knew that the Han army's light cavalry was approximately the same.

So, he drew out his saber and clamped the horse's belly slightly.

Under the sun, his beloved knife was long and sharp, flashing with a deadly cold light.

"Cavalry hedging?" He raised his eyes and looked at the Hun cavalry in front. They were getting closer and closer.

But they didn't fire arrows.

Perhaps they were afraid that the Han army would take advantage of them to make a surprise attack, or perhaps they felt that at a time like this, only speed was the key to victory.

But no matter what, they chose Huang Kuang's favorite and most desired fighting method: hand-to-hand combat!

"In the past two years, I have been honing my hand-to-hand skills all the time..." Huang Kuang said in his heart.

The training at Xiliu Camp is high-intensity, simple and boring.

Every day, the most common training is the hedging drill between the two teams.

Charge hand-to-hand and fight hand-to-hand.

To this end, Huang Kuang and his colleagues paid countless sweat, blood, and tears.

He had been beaten with wooden swords countless times and was covered in bruises. He fell off his horse dozens of times and rolled on the ground in pain. He even broke his arms, thighs, and ribs. He was lying on the bed in pain under the quilt.

of crying.

And all this effort and hard work is just for one day, when I go to the battlefield, I can kill more enemies and use their heads as my stepping stone!

What's more, the enemy on the other side is a public enemy of the world, a ghost rider who is wanted by the Emperor!

"Kill!" At this moment, Huang Kuang heard the order from his superior: "Charge the entire army!"

"Kill!" He raised his saber and shouted loudly: "Kill them all, leaving no one alive!"

"Roar!" All the soldiers let out an earth-shattering roar, and then, like thunder, thousands of troops rushed towards the Hun cavalry.

The cavalry charge of the Han army has now become a battlefield art.

More than a thousand cavalry were like a wave, pouring out from left to right along a battle line several miles long.

A thousand sabers were pointed straight ahead in a uniform manner. Under the sunlight, they actually formed a blade of light, like the swords of gods from myths and legends, slicing across the battlefield.

Within three or five breaths, Huang Kuang and his men collided with the Huns cavalry.

"Kill!" The moment the two armies clashed, it was like two mudslides colliding head-on in the valley, immediately causing thousands of waves of blood!

boom!

Huang Kuang brandished his saber and crashed into the ranks of the Huns' cavalry. In an instant, the enemy attacked with their sabers.

But this makes no sense.

Because the Huns' sabers were copies of the Han army's sabers.

But they can't smelt iron, let alone refine it.

Therefore, it can only be cast in bronze.

But bronze is too brittle and cannot be compared with fine iron. What's more, Huang Kuang's saber has a sharp and tough blade. At the moment of crossing, his saber was cut off by Huang Kuang, and then Huang Kuang did not stop.

He slashed forward mercilessly, cutting the frightened Huns' head in half. Blood sprayed into the air, all over Huang Kuang.

But before he could wipe away the blood from his eyebrows and eyes, the enemy's attacks were already coming.

Fortunately, on Huang Kuang's left and right, two Han cavalry rushed in time and knocked off the enemies on both sides of Huang Kuang.

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"Damn the Han Dynasty people!" Xubutangtu waved his weapons and led his cavalry, trying to rush to the front line.

But unfortunately, the Huns' dense and disorderly array limited the number of people they could actually fight with the Han cavalry.

At this moment, the disadvantages of the Huns' formation were clearly visible.

Although Xubutangtu had nearly five thousand cavalry, the number of cavalry capable of fighting on the front line was only about fifteen hundred.

In terms of numbers, it is equivalent to the number of people charged by the Han cavalry.

Usually, in the past, when the Huns encountered this situation, the front row of cavalry was enough to deal with any enemy who dared to confront them, and then the rear row of cavalry would trample these unlucky ones into pulp.

But now, they encountered the Han army!

And it’s the Han army from Xiliu Camp!

It was Xiliu Camp at its peak!

A truly powerful army that can equal one Han to Wuhu!

So, they were immediately embarrassed.

The cavalry in the front row worked very hard and fought very hard.

However, they all lagged behind in terms of equipment, techniques and tactics, physical fitness and combat experience.

Many people's weapons were of such poor quality that they could not even withstand the saber chops of the Han army.

Therefore, at the moment of contact, the front row of the cavalry was forced to suffer a devastating blow.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of people fell off their horses, and hundreds more were cut in half by the Han army's saber.

Immediately there was a corpse path paved with corpses on the ground.

This slowed down the Han cavalry, but also slowed down the Huns' cavalry.

And, what’s even more terrible is...

Xubu Dangtu looked up and looked ahead.

The second row of Han cavalry had already begun to charge.

They waved their sabers, bypassed the front of the Huns cavalry, and outflanked them from both sides.

Then, they crashed into each other like a mountain bearing down on top.

What's even more frightening is that the third row of cavalry of the Han army followed closely behind.

But their weapons changed from sabers to longbows.

They were cruising on both sides, constantly raising their bows and shooting.

Many brave warriors defeated their opponents after going through untold hardships, only to be knocked off their horses by an arrow.

"Damn the Han people!" Xubu Dangtu cursed. The performance and tactics of the Han cavalry were beyond his imagination.

Now he finally knew why the people in the northern part of the country had a legend that "the Han cavalry is invincible if it has less than 10,000 cavalry".

The Huns cavalry was indeed too weak in front of them...

Whether it’s skills and tactics, physical fitness, or weapons and equipment.

The Huns cavalry was completely lagging behind.

He once witnessed with his own eyes three brave cavalrymen who risked their lives to besiege a Han Dynasty officer.

Such a battle, in the past, would definitely end with the victory of the Huns cavalry, no matter how brave the opponent was!

Two fists are always difficult to beat with four hands!

But now, all this is in vain.

The quality of the weapons of those three warriors is so poor!

There were almost no human weapons that could withstand the Han Dynasty officer's saber blow, and they were either chopped into pieces or blown away.

"Damn Daxia slave!" Xubutangtu cursed.

In his opinion, the Daxia and Dawan craftsmen who forge weapons should die!

Do any of you make weapons like this?

If you make weapons carefully, why are the weapons of my army so fragile in front of the Han Dynasty people?

But he had forgotten how he ecstatically praised the weapons forged by these craftsmen when the Huns were marching westward.
To be continued...