"Dong dong dong..." The war drums beat one after another.
The Khitan infantry formation began to move forward. There were more than 6,000 people in total, and they were divided into two parts. The first group of 3,000 people marched forward in a fierce manner to the beat of drums.
"Buzz..." Similar to every battle in the past, both sides always started by shooting arrows.
Liu Tao put on his helmet and armor and boarded a command vehicle. There was a thick baffle in front of the vehicle, and there were two soldiers holding large shields on the left and right.
Arrows as dense as raindrops flew through the air.
It landed on the outer fender of the sidecar, making a "ding-dong" sound, and the arrow feathers trembled endlessly.
It fell on the armor of the standing sergeant, making a "ding-dong" sound. The sergeants tried their best to stabilize their bodies and remained motionless. Occasionally someone fell to the ground with a groan, and was quickly helped by the auxiliary soldiers to wrap up their injuries in the back.
It fell on the partitions on both sides of the mules and horses, and after piercing the skin, it made a dull knocking sound. The horses scratched their hooves impatiently, and the auxiliary soldiers comforted them to prevent them from running around.
From the perspective of the Khitan people, Xia Jun's vehicles seemed to have grown a layer of white hair instantly, and their original appearance was almost unrecognizable.
Deadly arrows were also fired from the shooting hole of the sidecar.
The arrow flew dozens of steps and whizzed into the crowd of Khitan infantry.
"Crash!" Even with the big shields in the front row blocking it, a large piece fell down behind. The originally tight phalanx looked like it had been gnawed by dogs, with a corner missing here and a piece missing there.
The soldiers in the rear row quickened their pace and filled the gap in front.
Yelu Shilu was still standing on the high hill, his mouth slightly open, a little surprised.
Don't laugh, he has lived half his life and has never seen a large-scale infantry array fight many times.
At this time, he could already imagine what a cruel scene it would be like when two infantry groups had a decisive battle in the field, with countless soldiers being shot down by arrows as they approached each other at a distance of only a hundred steps.
You have practiced martial arts for more than ten years, spent countless money and time, and mastered eighteen kinds of martial arts. In the end, you were shot to death by an arrow without even seeing the enemy's face.
Are you at a loss? Are you afraid?
The people in the front row have the highest mortality rate, and the people in the back row are not much better. After a large number of casualties in the front, you have to make up for it, and you guys often don't have iron armor, waiting for the judgment of thousands of arrows from the opposite side.
Well - maybe even crossbow bolts.
Powerful crossbow arrows shot through the air, and the warriors in armor were also nailed to the ground.
He may have been the bravest warrior in the tribe. He never lost in wrestling. He could hit the eye of a wild goose with one arrow. After being drunk, he rode home half asleep and half-awake. When using the iron bone flower, he smashed more than a dozen animals in a row.
The enemy's head is not even breathing, but when you die, you don't even see the enemy's face.
Are you at a loss? Are you afraid?
The cruel and depressing atmosphere is simply suffocating.
Yelu Shilu subconsciously tightened the rifle bow in his hand. It turned out that the fighting between the infantry was so bloody and desperate.
Yes, he felt deep despair, a kind of despair that he could not control his own destiny.
When cavalry on the grassland fight, they fight if they can, and run away if they can't. When cavalry archers fight against each other, the two sides circle on the vast grassland, shooting at each other from a medium distance, and death is just a matter of a moment. Even if
When charging into close combat, there is still room for movement.
But when the infantry fights in formation, everyone lines up to die. Sooner or later, they will all die, especially those in the front rows.
How strong must be the mind of a martial artist who has been involved in such battles over and over again?
Fortunately, the soldiers in the Central Plains are not very obedient, too rebellious, and always resist their superiors. If they were more disciplined and could be driven like chickens and dogs by their superiors without much will of their own, who else would be able to form an army composed of such killing machines?
Can it withstand the enemy?
"Kill!" Our own infantry suffered too much from the shooting. After getting closer, they quickened their pace and rushed forward.
"Bang!"
"puff!"
"Wow!"
"Squeak!"
Large shields, long swords, machetes, heavy swords, bone flowers, long Ke axes... all kinds of weapons are intertwined together, forming a unique murderous march on the battlefield.
The Khitan infantrymen crowded around, shouted loudly, and thrust out their spears with all their strength.
On top of the sidecar, the swordsman raised the shield high and smashed it down hard, causing several Khitan infantrymen to stagger around.
An infantryman swung his long Ke ax vigorously, and immediately wiped out a mass of people.
In a melee, there is nothing better than a long-handled heavy weapon. When encountering someone with amazing arm strength, the effect of a sweeping sweep is remarkable and can often open a small gap.
Since the Northern Dynasties, it is difficult to understand the preference of warriors for heavy weapons.
Instead of using a light spear to assassinate, you must use a spear, a long axe, and a wooden pole that can stab, sweep, and hit people.
Instead of using a light lance, you must use a heavy horse that has an astonishing weight and can sweep through thousands of armies.
When fighting in close combat, few people hold shields to protect their bodies. Instead, the two-handed heavy sword is more popular, such as "Zhang Shenjian", "Shao Shenjian", "Long Sword", "Zhang Shenjian" and "Shao Shenjian".
The names "Army" and "Black Cloud Sword" can be seen everywhere.
These are a group of lunatics who have no regard for other people's lives and don't care much about their own lives. They regard killing as their profession and killing as pleasure.
They robbed people and toyed with women. Their perversions were breathtaking, and the critical moments were unambiguous. I saw one person who was eager to kill, his eyes were red, and he jumped out of the car formation with a heavy sword in his hand. He waved it hard, making continuous "click" sounds.
With a loud noise, he instantly beheaded a man and cut off an arm, and then charged forward bravely until he was drowned in the sea of Khitan infantry.
The Khitan people held on to the baffle of the side carriage and tried to climb over. Xia soldiers slashed with axes and axes, and their fingers fell off, leaving a corner of the carriage dripping with blood.
In the shooting hole, the long spear stabbed continuously. Every time he stabbed, one person was killed. At the end of the stab, the tough long spear broke. The soldier held the broken spear and struck again and again like crazy until Pao Ze rushed up.
, until he is replaced.
Everyone fell into madness, their eyes were red, their breathing was heavy, and their clothes and armor were soaked with blood. When the long spear was broken, I used the broken spear. The broken spear made me feel weak. I pulled out the horizontal knife from my waist. The horizontal knife was curled, and I took it from the person behind.
The heavy sword, Mo Dao, Chang Ke ax and even wooden sledge were handed over.
The wooden rafter is thick at the top and thin at the bottom, heavy at the front and light at the back. Some ruthless people also tie spikes on the front end, as straight as a mace. When they swing it, it makes a whirring sound, often forcing the tide to come up.
Khitan infantry.
The wooden rafter was also broken, so he replaced it with an iron mace and smashed the enemy's head with skill, even if he had a helmet, he couldn't resist it.
The brutal fight only lasted for a moment, and bodies were piled outside the sidecar.
The Khitan people stepped on the corpses and climbed up - maybe there were wounded soldiers inside, but it didn't matter, they were all going to die anyway, so they just stepped on them.
Oncoming weapons were all kinds of weapons, hitting them all over the face. The Khitan people often fell down before they even had time to grunt.
There are no unnecessary actions.
The heavy sword was always cut down on the neck.
The mace was smashed on the head.
The sword always cuts towards the heart.
The whistling Changke ax often strikes the place where it is difficult for you to resist.
Soldiers with insufficient training and poor skills are often sloppy, ineffective, redundant, and waste too much energy with out-of-shape movements. But this group of people is different. They know the four-word key of stability, accuracy, ruthlessness, and speed, and their movements are concise and skillful.
, on the chaotic and tense battlefield, under the high-tempo confrontation, you will find that their movements are very reasonable, the rhythm is quite well controlled, and the cooperation is relatively tacit.
The Khitan offensive was smashed to pieces like a wave hitting a breakwater.
The tide recedes quickly, faster than it came in.
"Dong dong dong..." The war drums beat, and the Xia soldiers pulled up their vehicles. More than a thousand soldiers poured out from the gap, chasing and killing them bravely.
The fleeing Khitan soldiers were stabbed from behind and hacked to death by the Xia people, and countless of them died on the way.
The Khitan cavalry who were waiting in formation were also blocked by the retreating infantry. There were people everywhere, and they couldn't run at all.
The infantry of the Xia army came towards them, and with a smash of Changke's axe, the cavalry screamed and fell to the ground, submerged in the crowd.
The cavalry also began to flee back, and met another group of cavalry head-on. The two sides collided head-on in the middle of the battlefield. For a while, people screamed and horses neighed, and it was chaotic.
Xia Bing's long jungle came one after another. The cavalry on horseback had too many fighting gaps and blind spots, and could hardly make any effective resistance, so they were knocked down directly. Some people were not dead for a while, but they were dizzy and wanted to get up.
, and soon received a chop with a knife and an axe, and blood flowed all over the ground.
"Fire the arrow! Fire the arrow!" Yelv Shilu ordered angrily.
The Khitan infantry reacted and fired thousands of arrows at once, no matter whether they were enemy or friend, they shot everyone in front of them, including men and horses, to the ground.
"Dang, dang, dang..." The car sounded in the convoy, and the Xia soldiers who were pursuing them gathered up one after another and slowly retreated.
Two teams of Khitan cavalry circled out from both sides, trying to pursue the retreating Xia people. However, a large number of crossbow bolts were released from the convoy. As soon as the Khitan cavalry picked up their horse speed, they were stunned and had no choice but to turn their horses' heads again.
Withdrew.
The Xia army's infantry continued to retreat unhurriedly.
The Khitan people had no intention of pursuing them again, and just watched blankly as they retreated into the car formation.
"Crash!" Sidecars were jammed together again, and the car formation was complete again.
Liu Wei got off the command vehicle with satisfaction.
Sergeant Longwu was originally a veteran of Ziqing Town. He was very unconvinced when he was defeated by the Xia army.
Obviously my skills are no worse than yours, and my equipment is also very good. The only difference is my combat experience.
After the surrender, they were used as a miscellaneous force to attack the two towns of Yanzhou and Xuzhou. They were then transferred to Andong Mansion and fought for more than a year, so they gained experience.
Today I will let you barbarians take a good look at the style of the Central Plains warriors who have been fighting for 150 years.
There are also about two thousand Wei Bo Fuzi in the car formation.
They looked at the Longwu soldiers who had just defeated the enemy with complicated eyes.
It's not that powerful! Why are you so arrogant? Give me a knife and I can fight in battle.
Damn it, I’ll kill you and the Khitans too!
The corners of Yelu Shilu's mouth trembled slightly. He spent a lot of effort to control his expression and not lose his composure.
There are already tribal soldiers in the rear who want to escape.
They were Shiwei who were summoned, Tatar "allies". Seeing such a tragic battle, they lost their fighting spirit.
There is no benefit and people will die. Can this battle be fought?
Even the Eight Tribes of Khitan were a little shocked.
The cavalry charged, but were shot and couldn't get close. The infantry charged, but were also killed and fled. Is there any way to stop the Xia people?
Everyone is confused and doesn't know what to do.
The south wind blows, the grass bends down, and the wind is filled with a strong smell of blood.
The horse snorted uneasily and scratched the ground.
The shepherd swallowed nervously, and the palm of his hand holding the knife was covered in sweat.
Surrounded by three levels of enemies, there was nowhere to attack. Yelv Shilu looked at the Xia people showing off their power in despair, waved his hand and said: "Withdraw!"