The sun gradually rises and the time approaches noon.
One of the two teams was all on horseback, and the other was almost all infantry.
Both sides move towards each other.
Ange Village.
A small village in Dingxi County, like thousands of other villages, has long been deserted.
Chabon led his men and hurriedly turned around a small piece of lifeless woods in front of the village.
He was stunned for a moment.
The endless fields ahead have become hard ground because they have not been cultivated for a long time.
A loose team walked towards them.
The flag at the head depicts a mighty and ferocious lion.
Lion March Tribe.
Since Xia Bang knew the main tribes that invaded Xiliang very well, he instantly recognized their identity.
I'll do it!
As the leader of the Shizheng clan, Kuangshi also saw Xia Bangwei and the dense crowd of soldiers behind him, and quickly asked the guard next to him, "Who is that person?"
The guards looked at each other, but no one said anything.
As local garrison troops, they do not have military flags themselves. At most, they carry the surnames of the generals.
Xia Bangwei was surrounded by the word "Xia" flying high, but no one from the Shizheng clan had studied in Yunchui, so he couldn't recognize it at all.
Despite this, as long as one look at the different portraits on the other side, one will know that the other side is not from our race.
When the cavalry met the infantry, although Chabonwei had much greater numbers, under normal circumstances he would still win without defeat.
However, everyone in the Shizheng tribe felt a chill in their hearts.
Oops.
The Yangguan ancient pass was lost, and Yun Chui's army inside had already been killed.
The leader, Chabon, was not too surprised by this, so he yelled and raised his sword.
Under the noon sun, the sword gleamed.
"Brothers! Ahead is Peishi City. We don't have much time."
"Fight with me!"
After saying that, he drove his mounts away with a driving sound, and rushed over with less than two hundred riders behind him.
"kill!"
Most of the 20,000 soldiers behind could not hear Lord Lieutenant's voice, but they saw the sword in front of them shining brightly in the sun, and they all roared and followed.
The sound was so loud that it echoed in the surrounding empty mountains and fields, causing birds in the distance to fly in all directions. The war horses of the Shizheng tribe on the opposite side were the first to bear the brunt, and were so frightened that their steps slowed down.
Isn't it?
The mad lion blinked doubtfully.
Generally speaking, when infantry meets cavalry, the best and most common method is to form a formation on the spot.
A shield wall was erected on the outside, and spears were poked through the gaps to form seamless and drillable hedgehogs, which were used to consume the arrows of the cavalry and prevent them from colliding with the infantry team.
After the cavalrymen have shot all their arrows, they can then find a way to get closer and try to encircle them.
Despite this, a war horse can always run faster and longer with four legs than a human can with two legs. Basically, the cavalry can come and run as they please, and it is unlikely that the infantry can catch up.
It can be said that the cavalry usually wins but never loses.
Not only did the enemies in front of them not stop forming formations, but they collectively launched an attack on the cavalry?
Who gave them the courage and courage?
The mad lion was confused and couldn't help but look up at the sky.
He had some doubts that the sun rose from the west today.
"Clan leader?" The guards next to him looked at the Kuangshi fellow helplessly, all of them with angry expressions on their faces.
It's unreasonable. The infantry dared to take the lead in charging the cavalry. Could it be that they are deceiving our Shizheng tribe as sick cats?
It is unbearable!
The mad lion understood what his subordinates meant, and his forehead was twitching.
He couldn't help but glance into the distance.
The checkpoint at the Yangguan ancient road entrance has been broken, and the Yanhui army will arrive soon.
The infantry in front of them did have the courage to proactively provoke the cavalry.
As long as he cannot escape from their trap, when the Yanhui army arrives behind him, his little Lion Tribe will die without a place to bury him.
well.
The mad lion sighed secretly.
Even so, his people have long been low-spirited and war-weary.
If you don't even dare to fight the provocation of the infantry now, then don't fight any more wars in the future, and let's all go back to our hometown on the grassland to live out our lives.
"Pass my order!" He ordered bravely, "Jean will lead two thousand cavalry to give these gangsters some color. Let them know that our Lion Tribe is not someone to be trifled with."
After giving the order, the mad lion couldn't help but open his mouth, and finally uttered, "Brothers, please pay attention to safety."
"Don't worry, patriarch." Gene bowed his hands.
He is the son-in-law of Mad Lion.
The father-in-law gave the order, and Jean didn't waste any words. He waved his hand and took the lead to greet Xia Bangwei.
The tribes in Xiliang not only know but are also proficient in the sausage-slicing tactic of the Yingling Legion cavalry firing arrows and running away, without even having to command.
Chabon only had less than 200 horses, which was nothing compared to Jean's 2,000.
Although he knew that this person should be a general, Jean ignored it and instead moved from left to right and rushed directly towards the dense infantry behind Chabonwei.
Rest, rest, rest.
Arrows were flying, falling like raindrops on the infantry behind.
Plop, plop.
The sound of a series of arrows piercing flesh was heard.
So many people no longer need to aim.
On the spot, many soldiers were shot in the vital parts and fell to the ground with a muffled groan.
However, the bows of the cavalry were relatively weak, and the Dingxi garrison almost all wore bamboo armor, and the arrows did not shoot very deep.
But instead of the neck and head, the soldiers pulled out the arrows without a break, still roaring and rushing forward with the others.
The troops are divided into two groups?
Chabon was lying on his horse, listening to the arrows flying by, and turned his horse's head to block the enemy all the way to the left.
The guards behind him followed suit with their lances and sabers drawn.
The two sides were not far apart. One side shot an arrow and was trying to get around it. The other side didn't care about the small number of people on their side and intercepted it directly.
Boom boom boom.
There were war horses in all directions, and both sides had no way to hide. The horses at the front immediately collided with each other, and flew away with a scream.
Two hundred horses collided with each other, causing dust to fly within a radius of thirty feet.
By intercepting such a large area, Shi Zheng's attack was immediately frustrated.
"What a courage!"
Jean was slightly surprised. He didn't expect that such a small group of people would actually dare to bump into him.
But he was only taken aback, and continued to lead the Shizheng people behind him while firing arrows and reorganizing the attack.
However, they did not wait until they were organized.
Chabonwei, who had lost his horse, had already jumped up from the dust. Before the blood stains on the corner of his mouth could be wiped off, he roared and swung his spear at the horse's legs that had already rushed over.
call!
The wind whistled.
Chabonwei's lance arrived first and struck the horse's leg hard with a muffled bang.
咴咴咴.
The war horse screamed in agony, and both the horse and its owner fell to the ground, unable to get up again.
"Go ahead."
After all this time, the infantrymen from behind had already arrived with red eyes.
Hua Hua Hua.
The soldiers quickly tied together seven or eight nearby spears and hugged them tightly with their hands, forming a strong anti-horse point.
The soldiers in the front suddenly carried the spears on their shoulders, and the soldiers in the back rushed up and pushed them with their chests regardless of their own safety. They roared and charged towards the enemy's horses.
Boom boom boom.
Each war horse had no time to react and had already bumped into the sudden appearance of the opposing horses.
Plop, plop!
A series of teeth-melting sounds sounded.
Most of the soldiers vomited blood and even spears were knocked away by the tall war horses. However, the spears gathered together did not break, but were stabbed into the horses without mercy.
咴咴咴.
These war horses screamed and rushed forward a few feet before falling to the ground.