When it blows on the face, it's like scraping with a knife, causing stinging pain.
The sun shines down from the sky, causing the frozen snow on the ground to reflect a dazzling light. Looking at it, it feels like a knife has been stabbed into the eyes, and the pain goes straight to the depths of the brain.
As a result, everyone, friend or foe, lowered their helmets and narrowed their eyes to observe each other.
Wu Liangha's cavalry was about to launch an attack again. They appeared scattered on the horizon in order to save horse power. They did not ride their horses, but led their horses forward slowly under the guidance of Su Led.
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The cavalry formation of the grassland barbarians has always been like this. It looks scattered but is actually organized by countless small teams. Facing the enemy, they can skillfully intersect, divide, flank and surround. Coupled with their strong individual combat capabilities, they can fight in the field.
There are few opponents.
The scattered black shadows on the horizon are as densely packed as ants. The footsteps of people and war horses make the hills covered with silver, and the trees sleeping in winter tremble. The silver, rustling down, is like an overturned Milky Way.
Since the collapse of the empire and the decline of the Han Dynasty at the end of the Tang Dynasty, when the northern barbarians went south to the Central Plains, they used such formations and fighting methods countless times, causing the armies of the Central Plains dynasties to collapse in disorder and not dare to fight with them.
But it is a pity that the Hu people now met Zhu Di, the King of Yan of the Ming Dynasty.
Cao!
On the high ground where he could overlook the enemy from a distance, Zhu Di did not wear an iron helmet, but lowered the fur hat on his head, squinted his eyes, and had a bit of disdain on his face. This is what Tatars do, and nothing else.
meeting!
General Zhang Yu smiled on the side and said, "Qiantai, if the Tatars know how to spend time, they will not be the Tatars!"
Tsk! Think about it, Zhu Di, that’s right, just those wooden heads of theirs. Hey, they’re all like fucking sticks!
As he finished speaking, there was laughter all around.
Although Zhu Di's tone was joking, his eyes and expression were extremely serious. Strategically, he despised the enemy, but tactically, he had to pay attention to the enemy.
He squinted his eyes and looked forward as hard as he could, and suddenly the expression on his face became more solemn.
Behind the scattered cavalry line of the Hu people, a huge black banner moved slowly. The Hu people warriors under that battle flag were obviously different from the people of Wu Liangha. They all wore clothes that were obviously different from those in the Central Plains.
Style, with a strong exotic style of armor.
Tatars?
Zhang Yu also saw it and exclaimed, "Damn it, it's been snowing for two days. Did the Tatar troops catch up?"
Zhu Neng looked serious, Chitose, I guess that the stubborn Tatars are going to use all their strength to eat more than 40,000 of us in one breath before our reinforcements arrive!
Zhu Di raised his head, closed his eyes, felt the warmth of the sun falling on his face, and a smile bloomed.
Eat me? Cao, I am Sun Wukong, and I hanged his internal organs! As he said that, Zhu Di lowered his head and looked at everyone. What Lao Zhu said is right, the Tartars want to eat us in one breath. Because if they don’t eat us,
They won't be able to get through.
When they crossed the Huangyugou Great Wall, they were thinking of a fast attack tactic. Zhu Di continued, but now, they have lost the word "quick" and can only use all their strength to bite us!
But, I, Zhu Di.
You, these bitches.
Behind you, Daming!
We are not fucking lambs! Zhu Di’s eyes were like daggers and he shouted loudly, we are not the lambs raised by the Tatars, we can eat whatever we want? They are wolves, we are tigers, one tiger is worth ten wolves! You are
Tiger, I am the Tiger King!
Before he finished speaking, the faces of the generals were full of bloodthirsty and unruly spirit.
Zhu Di waved his hand and prepared, Damn it, fight as you should, the Tatars think they can do whatever they want because they have more cavalry? Humph, they have healed their scars and forgotten the pain!
As soon as he finished speaking, his subordinates Zhu Neng and Zhang Yu separated from each other and galloped wildly, shouting, "King Yan's thousand-year-old order, fight to the death!"
Below, those Ming army soldiers standing in the cold wind still had no emotion on their indifferent faces after hearing the words "fight to the death."
They were still standing shoulder to shoulder, like javelins. But their eyes had some unexplainable meaning. They were also human beings. The enemy was several times larger than our own, and they had the advantage of cavalry. Many of them would die in a fight.
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Dong Dong Dong! The war drums of the Ming army began to vibrate violently in the world.
Woo hoo hoo! The long horn horn is full of desolation.
Amidst the sound of drums and horns, facing the Hu cavalry in the formation of three Ming troops with ten thousand men, the soldiers slowly moved their hands and feet. The archers took out the hands hidden in their armpits and kneaded their fingers.
The swordsman gently removed the frost from the handle of the weapon.
There are also gunmen, artillerymen, and spearmen. Although their movements are slow, they are powerful.
The reason why this army is victorious in every battle is because even if they know that they will die, even if they know that the war is unimaginably cruel, they will not retreat.
Hu people are wild wolves on the grassland, wandering around.
The warriors of the Central Plains are Ao Quan with ancient heritage. Silently, even a little dull, they spend their lives protecting their hometown.
Boom, boom, boom! The war drums roared, shocking the surrounding area.
King Zhu Di of Yan rode his horse and came to the front of the army.
Are you afraid? Zhu Di's eyes fell on a young man with frostbite on his face but clear eyes.
What are you afraid of? Zhu Di asked with a smile.
Afraid of death! The young sergeant shrugged his shoulders.
Hahaha! Zhu Di laughed on the horse. If he was afraid of death, why did he still stay here and fight to the death with the Tatars?
There were waves of tenderness in the clear eyes of the young man. His fingers, which were red from the cold, pointed in the direction behind him. My family is behind, my father and mother, my land, my livestock, and our food are all there.
There! As he spoke, he seemed to yell with all his strength, "If I don't fight, they will die!"
At this point, the young man seemed to have gone crazy, holding up the bow and arrow in his hand, roaring and shouting, Fight to the death! Fight to the death! Fight to the death!
Gradually, he was in the stage of voice change, and his extremely unpleasant voice spread far away.
Everyone in the Ming army, young and old, in their prime or not, began to join in crazy support.
Fight to the death! Fight to the death! Fight to the death!
Fight to the death! Fight to the death! Fight to the death!
This is their declaration of war and their oath to their hometown.
Zhu Di looked around at his subordinates, his eyes full of pride.
Then, he galloped in front of the army and shouted loudly.
Shout to me!
Tatars, if you want to fight, fight!
Dog Tatars, fight if you want!
There was hidden thunder in the cold wind.
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Boom! Boom!
The ground began to tremble, and Beiyuan's cavalry suddenly charged without any warning.
They seemed to think that the hysterical shouting of the Ming army on the opposite side was due to fear. Now that they were rushing forward, they could just devour the opponent in one go.
The vanguard of the charging cavalry was two thousand-man teams. One team was slightly in front, and the other was slightly to the side.
The knights on horseback are all heavily armored, the best of the best.
The Beiyuan are not savages who drink blood from their hair. They are a highly centralized military organization. During the hundreds of years of their rise and dominance, they have integrated the science and technology of the Central Plains into their understanding of war.
Boom! Boom!
Horse hooves roared, and a fight was about to break out.