"For the information of General Charles and General Tu Paris, there are about 11,000 southern forward battalions, most of which are wounded soldiers with missing limbs and serious injuries all over the body."
When Shar heard the report of the order, he looked towards the forward camp of the Northern Expedition Army in shock: "Is it really a wounded soldier?"
Tu Paris was also shocked. He took two steps forward on his horse to observe more clearly: "Using wounded soldiers as forwards, what on earth does this old guy Wan Buhai want to do?"
"Isn't this sending people to die? Doesn't he worry about the morale of his soldiers being shaken by committing a suicide attack?"
"Don't be careless. Everything happens for a reason. Wan Buhai is not a simple future. How could he, who has been famous for a long time, make such a mistake?"
"Come on!"
The tragic sound of charging and killing came from the forward camp of the Northern Expedition Army. Although the two of them did not understand Chinese, they still understood some simple words.
They knew the Southerners were about to attack.
After a brief absence, the two came back to their senses: "Shar, since these southerners want to give us military exploits, let's not be polite and charge!"
"Okay, the troops are divided into two groups, I will take your left and you will take your right!"
The two staggered their bodies and galloped around their respective tribesmen, waving their scimitars and saying, "Brothers, the battle has come. Keep your distance and beware of the southerners' artillery, and attack with my general!"
In an instant, more than 70,000 Turks tightened their riding whips and clamped their horses' bellies and began to charge with scimitars waving, charging towards the soldiers of the forward battalion of the Northern Expedition Army.
Xu Tao handed the flag banner to the soldier beside him, whose legs and feet were wrapped with silk cloth on his chest: "The flag is with the people, and the flag is also there when the people die. Wherever the flag flag goes, it is the direction of the brothers' attack!"
With red eyes, the soldier took the flagpole and ran towards the front: "The flag of death is still there, the flag of death is still there, brothers, remember to pick up the flag!"
Xu Tao drew out the weapon from his waist and pointed it: "Send the order, kill one to get enough, kill two to make a profit, I would rather die than take someone on my back!"
"Desperately attack the horses first, cut off the horses' hooves, and cut off the horses' bellies to break their advantage. Even if everyone is dead, I want my military exploits to be of no use and create a road to the sky for my brothers!"
"Got the order!"
Wan Buhai resisted the mist in his eyes and drew out his sword: "Kong Qingfa, lead your cavalry to support the forward battalion!"
"Got the order!"
"The Eight Ox Crossbow changes positions and shoots the enemy from the side!"
"Fire the trebuchet! Fire the cannon."
The sound of cannons was loud, and the cannonballs flew towards the Turkic cavalry with thundering force, mixed with stones from trebuchets.
Before a close encounter, the Turks suffered heavy losses, and the explosive shells were more or less capable of killing a lot of unlucky people.
Then he was killed by the arrows of the Eight Bull Crossbow and the rocks in the sky, leaving him bloody and bloody.
The number of people lost in an instant was as high as thousands.
Although the Turkic cavalry was strong, they had to admit the superiority of the Han's weapons, otherwise they would not have been able to fight against the Turks for so long without falling behind.
The Turks immediately began to display their superb riding skills and began to fight back with bows and arrows. Many of the forward battalion's arrows were directly hit in the throat by arrows and fell to the ground.
"The archers fired back, suppressing the Turks' arrows!"
"The cavalry fired back with crossbows to buy time for the forward battalion soldiers!"
The distance of one and a half miles was only a moment in the hands of the cavalry, and the Turks' forwards were in close combat with Xu Tao's forwards.
Charteau and Paris thought that the cavalry under their command would, as before, charge into the infantry of the Northern Expedition Army as if they were entering an uninhabited land.
However, they miscalculated. The soldiers at the front of the vanguard battalion suddenly distanced themselves, and the tripping ropes tied around their waists revealed the true eyesight of Mount Lu.
The Turkic frontline soldiers looked at the sudden appearance of the horse rope with tears in their eyes when they saw all the flaws, and wanted to tighten the reins of the horses to stop, but how could it be so easy to stop the horses charging.
Before they could react, more than 3,000 soldiers suddenly knelt down on the ground, and the trip rope was stretched tightly at the knees of the war horses.
In the blink of an eye, thousands of war horses under Jie Lisi's tribe suddenly fell on their backs, their horses fell over, and the cavalry on their horses were overturned.
Mixed with the endless sound of bone cracking and the tragic and heroic screams, the sound echoed between heaven and earth.
More than 3,000 soldiers of the Northern Expedition's forward battalion used their own waists as horse stakes and directly destroyed thousands of Jialisi's cavalry enemy troops.
More than three thousand soldiers with twisted limbs groaned in pain and looked at the blue sky over the grassland with nostalgic eyes.
What a feeling of reluctance that is.
This will be the place where I will be buried.
Dare to die!
nice!
Many soldiers with tenacious vitality, enduring the heartbreaking pain, gathered together in twos and threes, holding a sword and raising it toward the sky.
They knew that in this way they could use their swords to slash the belly of the enemy's horse at the last moment of their death.
As expected, the subsequent Turkic cavalry rushed past, and the horses, usually in twos and threes, passed over the raised blades and fell to the ground with a neighing sound.
And the fate of those soldiers was to turn into incomplete blood and mud.
In a brief moment of hand-to-hand combat, Charles and Tu Paris were heartbroken by their own losses.
"Crazy, these southerners are crazy, spread out and charge, spread out and charge!"
It's a pity that both of them have lost their voices and are useless on the chaotic battlefield.
Once a melee begins, it will be difficult to end it!
However, something that made the Turks even more panic came. Compared with the previous offensive methods of the northern expedition armies, the offensive methods of these forward battalion soldiers were simply mind-numbing and frightening.
None of the more than 6,000 remaining soldiers and soldiers were pointing at the cavalry on top of the horses, but all at the horses under their crotches.
The soldiers lay directly on the ground, or held the weapons in their hands diagonally and pointed them at the horse's belly, or held the weapons in their hands horizontally and pointed them at the horse's hooves.
He turned a blind eye to the oncoming horseshoes as if they were nothing.
In the blink of an eye, the sound of war horses neighing and loud wailing spread across the battlefield.
The soldiers of the forward battalion did what Xu Tao ordered, and ten thousand people sacrificed their lives for the lives of their horses.
Wherever the cavalry stepped, the grass was covered with the unrecognizable corpses of the dragon soldiers, as well as countless Turkic war horses that fell to the ground and neighed, and the Turkic cavalry were overturned and howled.
After a short and tragic confrontation, the Turks galloped to both sides under the rain of arrows from the dragon archers and detoured back to their original positions.
Charles and Tu Paris joined forces and stared dumbfoundedly at the battlefield filled with smoke.
Shar tremblingly looked at the center of the battlefield where dead bodies were lying on the ground: "Are the southerners crazy?"
"What on earth do they want to do? They would rather die than bring down a Turkic warrior. What do they want to do?"
Tu Paris stared blankly at a mountain of corpses piled up with the corpses of the forward battalion soldiers. In the center of the corpse mountain was a white stick, fluttering slightly in the wind. The word "dare to die" was shocking.
"Shar, these southerners came here with the determination to die and have no intention of going back alive!"
"Report to General Charles and General Paris. Our army has lost more than 16,000 men. A single stumbling rope would have dismounted three warriors!"
"What, the dragon's more than 11,000 wounded infantry actually destroyed more than 16,000 of our Turkic warrior cavalry!"
"Even with the support of the dragon cavalry, artillery, and crossbow trebuchets, we shouldn't have lost so many people. Did you make a mistake in your calculation?"
"The general's calculation is correct, but there must be at least six to seven thousand warriors in the center of the battlefield who can save them. They all fell off their horses but did not die in battle, they were just injured!"
"The general suspects that their main purpose is to damage our horses, so we must find a way to rescue them!"
Shar looked at the squirming tribesmen on the battlefield with regret: "How can we save them? The southerners will not give us a chance!"
Tu Paris let out a long sigh: "The most shameful battle between cavalry and infantry happened to you and me, God bless the wolf!"
"Report, the southerners are beating their drums and are about to attack again!"