More than twenty recharged guards joined the battle, injecting new courage into the exhausted infantry battalion soldiers.
They roared forward again, fighting and charging.
Wei Jie raised his knife and roared angrily, with blood dripping from his face, which was extremely scary.
If no one had seen it with their own eyes, no one would believe that this old man with a murderous look would usually be a taciturn old minister.
Wang Chang and two Huben ministers held up their shields to protect Wei Jie. The others, in groups of three, took turns to charge forward, constantly pushing the front line forward.
This formation seems simple, but the effect is excellent. Two people hold swords and shields in front, one person holds a spear, and a halberd or bow and arrow behind, each performing their own duties. The shield in front is blocked by using a knife to chop, dissolve, and block it.
When the opponent attacks, keep the companion behind you, and the person behind you will attack with all his strength.
Wei Jie greatly admired this tactic, but he also knew that his own people could not learn it.
These people were elites selected from each battalion, and they were taught martial arts by the great swordsman Wang Yue. They were all equipped with iron armor. Not to mention the ordinary soldiers of the infantry battalion, even the personal guards around him could not compare with them.
If you force yourself to learn, you can only imitate others and learn from Handan.
After repeated charges to no avail, the infantry battalion became even more aggressive. The knights of the Flying Bear Army who responded to Li Shi were a little frustrated, and many knights turned their horses and left the battlefield.
There was no unified command, and everyone decided independently to receive reinforcements. If they wanted to leave now, no one was stopping them.
Seeing the situation, Wei Jie ordered a fierce attack again and asked Wang Chang and others to join the assault team.
Wang Chang also knew that the opportunity was rare, so he left a tiger servant behind and asked him to be responsible for Wei Jie's safety. He and another companion rushed to the front, shouted angrily, and with a flash of the spear in his hand, killed a man with a bald head.
The Xianbei knight jumped on his horse, then charged forward and stabbed down the flag-bearer.
Although his martial arts skills are not as good as those of Guo Wu and Xu Huang, he is more than enough to deal with ordinary Flying Bear Army knights.
The battle flag fell to the ground, and the knights of the Flying Bear Army panicked even more, and more people retreated from the battlefield.
The resistance to the infantry battalion decreased rapidly, and Wei Jie ordered the advance. After making huge sacrifices, they finally cut off Li Shi's retreat. The soldiers of the infantry battalion did not bother to rest, and immediately formed a formation with large shields and spears, preparing to meet
The next impact.
On the other side, the Shesheng Battalion also completed a short rest and began a new round of concentrated shooting. Under the command of Ju Jun, they fired showers of arrows onto the heads of Li Shi and others.
Archers armed with crossbows, led by the captain who was a former archer, rushed behind the infantry battalion and relied on the cover of the infantry shields to snipe the knights of the Flying Bear Army at close range.
Seeing the battle flag of the infantry battalion waving in front of him and the knights around him falling to the ground one after another, Li Shi's face turned ashen.
Even the positions of the North and South Army, which has the weakest combat effectiveness, cannot be breached. How can he still say that he has the ability to lead the Flying Bear Army?
Even if he could go back alive, he would not be able to face his father Li Jue and his mother Hu.
Rather than doing this, it would be more dignified to die in battle.
Li Shi clenched the long knife in his hand and roared.
But there was no sound, only a sharp pain.
At some point, his voice became hoarse and he couldn't make any sound.
He turned around, looking for the messenger, and used the messenger's small drum to give the order, but found that the messenger was gone. The other knights were also covered in blood, their eyes were frightened and uneasy, and they could not see the slightest momentum that an elite should have.
Li Shi's heartbeat accelerated, his legs became weak, and his waist was so sore that it felt like it was broken, and he couldn't sit firmly on the horse's back.
He had been jolting on horseback for half a day and had been fighting. He was exhausted and almost broke out of sweat.
Not to mention the shoulder injury was still bleeding.
"My life is at risk!"
Li Shi's eyes went dark for a while. He saw the guards around him with their mouths wide open, as if they were shouting something, but no sound was heard.
Squeezed from all sides, there were fewer and fewer Flying Bear Army knights around Li Shi.
Hundreds of steps away, hundreds of knights from the Flying Bear Army were watching. Several hundred generals had different expressions and were hesitant. They kept beating drums for instructions, but received no response.
On the battlefield a few hundred steps away on the south side, drums were beating loudly and a fierce battle was going on.
——
Yang Ding hurriedly climbed onto the general platform, built a pergola with his hands, and looked far into the distance.
The sound of war drums and shouts of death could be heard faintly in the distance. The smoke was shrouded in smoke, but the situation could not be clearly seen.
"Yang Jun, what should I do?" Yang Ding asked.
Yang Xiu patted the railing and said calmly: "General, you have two choices."
"Please Yang Jun for advice."
"First, stick to the camp. The food that the emperor promised you has been delivered. General, as long as you stick to the camp, you will live up to the emperor."
Yang Ding's eyes flashed slightly but he said nothing.
This is obviously not what Yang Xiu means.
He knew exactly how the strength of the two sides compared.
In order to deliver food to him, the emperor sent the Northern and Southern armies to fight against the Flying Bear Army led by Li Shi. The risk was unimaginable.
When he first heard the news, Yang Ding couldn't believe it. It wasn't until the scouts sent back the news that Li Shi led the Flying Bear Army to attack Guardsman Sun Rui's position, and the two sides were fighting inextricably, that he believed what he heard.
Not a rumor.
"Second, the general can lead his troops out of the camp to attack Li Shi and Hu Feng, or to support the emperor. The general must also know that the only ones who have not participated in the war at this moment are Guo Si and Anji General Dong Cheng, and their military strength is very different.
Once Guo Si joins the battle, the emperor will be trapped in a tight siege. If the general can restrain Guo Si and prevent him from taking rash actions, it will be a great achievement."
Yang Ding stroked his beard and nodded thoughtfully.
Yang Xiu is telling the truth. The most dangerous person now is Guo Si. As long as he can take an offensive stance and contain Guo Si, he will be doing the emperor a favor.
But he didn't say it.
"If you were Yang Jun, what would you do if you were elected?"
"I am different from the general." Yang Xiu smiled. "I am the descendant of the Yang family of Hongnong and a close minister of the emperor. It is my duty to feed the emperor and share his worries. Together with Guo Shilang, I will lead
General Ning Ji sent out a thousand men to attack, and we will live and die with the emperor."
After Yang Xiu finished speaking, he raised his hands and bowed to Yang Ding. "This is the farewell."
Yang Ding said nothing and watched Yang Xiu get off the general platform and leave the Chinese army camp.
In the other camp, the thousand men sent by Duan Xuan to deliver food had already formed their formation. The minister, Guo Wu, was holding the war horse in one hand and a spear in the other, standing in front of the team.
Yang Xiu arrived, got on his horse, turned around and waved goodbye to Yang Ding.
Guo Wu also got on his horse, raised his spear, and bowed to Yang Ding.
The camp gate opened, and Guo Wu and Yang Xiu walked out of the camp side by side.
The Qianbu cavalry followed closely behind, heading straight for the battlefield without looking back.
Each battalion sent a message asking how to deal with the Qianbuqi's unauthorized departure from the camp.
Prior to this, they had not received orders from the Chinese Army.
Yang Ding sighed and ordered someone to pass on the order and let them leave without stopping him. He sat on the general platform for a long time, watching the figures of Yang Xiu, Guo Wu and others disappear in the smoke and dust on the battlefield, and looked at the cars and cars.
The food was delivered to the camp, but there was no word for a long time.