The wide street pavilion terrain brought great convenience to the movement of the cavalry, and news soon came from the left wing.
The opponent's elite cavalry took a bite out of Feng Yong's left wing.
Feng Yong looked at the Modao team where the former troops had retreated to rest, and gritted his teeth, unwilling to let them move any more.
He knew that Zhang He was using his mobility advantage to interfere with him and make him tired of dealing with it.
But he also knew that if this strategic team was mobilized by the opponent and exhausted its strength, then he would not even be able to retreat safely.
At this time, he had already understood why Zhang He sent infantry to fight after the cavalry was defeated. It was because at that time he had already considered the physical strength of the Modao team.
This old thief is indeed a famous general.
Although the Mo Dao team achieved significant damage to the cavalry at the beginning, in the later infantry battle between the two sides, their own side actually suffered a loss in casualty ratio.
If it weren't for the backbone support of Nanxiang soldiers and veterans, the new recruits who had only been trained for half a year would not be able to defeat the elite soldiers on the opposite side.
Now let's see who can persevere better.
"You think you can wear me down like this?"
Feng Yong stood there with his sword in hand, staring at the chaos on the left wing, muttering to himself.
"Descendant of Emperor Guangwu, Liu Hun is here! Don't be rude to the Han thieves!"
Cao Jun's elite cavalry had just broken through the left defense line when they saw a small colonel standing on a horse, holding a big bow and firing three arrows in a row. The three Cao Jun soldiers in the front suddenly fell off their horses.
Liu Hun threw the bow away again, pulled out a spear standing behind him, clamped it into the horse's belly, and rushed forward.
I saw that the spear in his hand was much longer than an ordinary spear, and it was so easy to hold it in his hand that it danced in the wind. Wherever it went, Cao Jun retreated.
Even a person like Feng Yong, who only knows how to show off, can see that the method of this little Hun prince dancing with a gun is completely different from the common method of using a gun in the army.
He couldn't help but touch his chest. There were three safety tips inside, one was given by Guan Ji, one was given by Amei, and the last one was given by Zhang Ji.
When Zhang Ji recommended Liu Hun to herself, she once said that Liu Hun's martial arts was quite classy. He either studied under famous masters or inherited it from his own family. Now it seems that he is really good.
Thinking of this, Feng Yong looked at the location of Jieting City again, and felt happy in his heart. This woman who was destined to be a queen was indeed different, and she was very lucky.
He recommended two people to himself, Liu Yin helped him guard the rear, and Liu Hun helped him guard the left wing.
Damn, I can’t command on the spot, but the confidante beside me, ah, no, it’s the generals under my command who are so powerful!
With Liu Hun taking the lead in the charge, the soldiers shouted and followed closely behind, frantically blocking the gap on the left wing.
Feng Yong held up his binoculars and looked around, but did not find the hidden Cao army anymore. He put his hands on his hips and laughed, "Come on, come on! Zhang He, let me see how many times your cavalry can run back and forth!"
No matter how idiotic he is, he still knows that the military strength between himself and Zhang He is not far apart. Zhang He was caught off guard at first and lost more than a thousand cavalry, but he actually had the upper hand.
If these successive arrangements are unsuccessful, it will only destroy Cao Jun's final maneuver advantage.
Now it seems that Cao Cao is afraid that he has no other means.
Feng Tibi only felt proud and proud.
Although the soldiers under his command are inexperienced, they are absolutely willing to risk their lives to fight.
The most important thing is, who would have thought that among just thousands of people, there are still three brave generals who can stand alone - they were really used by a certain local tycoon to stand alone.
Feng Tubiao stared ahead and gritted his teeth and said, "If you bully me for not having enough mobility, I will bully you for not having enough time. As long as I can hold you back and prevent you from occupying the street pavilion, I don't believe that there is a long distance between you and me."
The Cao thieves in the mountain will come to support faster than the old demon Zhuge!"
Zhang He, who thought he would succeed in attacking the opponent's left wing, almost vomited blood: Is this Zhuge Liang sick? Three armies are easy to obtain, but a general is hard to find. This new army, which seems to have unlimited potential, is equipped with the best weapons, but it is still
Released so many brave generals?
In the end, this team is left to be commanded by a coach who knows nothing?
He suddenly felt extremely frustrated. He clearly knew where the opponent's weaknesses were, but the extremely fanatical soldiers, the obviously excessive number of brave generals, and the astonishingly powerful weapons were like turtle shells, covering up all the weaknesses.
"There must be a way!" Zhang He muttered to himself, staring at the turtle shell in front of him.
But before he could figure out a way, Feng Yong had already decided not to give him another chance.
The rested Mo Dao team began to move forward again, with a huge leather-covered oar shield blocking the front, and the sharp sword was raised high, shining with a frightening light under the sun.
A stranger is a road.
Only those who use their swords to clear the way forward and no one can stop them are qualified to be called Mo Dao.
Seeing a hint of fear on the faces of the soldiers around him, Zhang He was furious, put on his armor and went into battle, loudly encouraging him, "If we lose this battle, we will die without our bodies intact; if we win, we will have done great service to the country.
Your Majesty will definitely reward you generously!"
"I will personally lead you into battle. If you die, let me die first. I just hope that you will follow me closely and don't back down!"
Cao's troops in Jieting were all elite soldiers, and many of them could even be considered experienced in hundreds of battles. Now that Zhang He was taking the lead in the battle, their morale was suddenly boosted.
Both sides are now fighting a last-ditch battle, and no one is willing to retreat.
Cao's army was surrounded by troops from three sides, and the combat power of Modao's team was simply too astonishing.
Zhang He gritted his teeth, and the guards around him followed him desperately, hitting the rocks like a piece of iron, causing sparks.
"drink!"
The guard set up the Mo Dao that he had chopped down. Zhang He waved his spear and waited for the opportunity to stab him. He immediately picked up the person opposite him, glared angrily, and shouted, "Kill!"
When the soldiers of Cao Cao behind him saw this, their courage suddenly increased, and they rushed forward one after another and fought back desperately.
Suddenly, the Mo Dao team was forced back in an instant. The three rows of Mo Dao team, after fighting so hard, could only maintain a complete formation, which made Feng Yong extremely distressed.
He was sweating and looked at the sun, which was already heading west.
At that moment, he finally couldn't help but pointed to the west and cursed loudly, "Old Demon Zhuge, if you don't send people here, you will be blocked in Hanzhong for the rest of your life!"
The battle ahead was stalemate, but Liu Yin could only sneak up to the wall and watch. Several times he almost couldn't help but want to lead his men to rush out of the city.
But when he looked at the hundreds of remnant soldiers behind him who were either missing arms or legs, or at least had several wounds on their bodies, and then at the vigilant Cao thieves outside the city, he had to endure this impulse.
At this moment, thunder suddenly sounded faintly behind him.
He was most sensitive to this sound. He turned his head suddenly and saw a group of people appearing behind the hilltop in the west, just like when Zhang He appeared that day.
The only difference is that the troops and horses are in the air, and the Han army flag is flying high.
The second batch of reinforcements finally arrived.
The only iron cavalry of the Han Dynasty moved to Nan'an and then returned to Jicheng. At the last critical moment, it appeared at the most critical and needed place.
At the same time, they also brought a group of Qiang and Hu miscellaneous troops.
Zhang Bao pointed to the front and shouted loudly to the Qiang and Hu soldiers, "Have you seen the front? Feng Langjun is fighting the Cao thief, think about Mu Wuzhe and Zagotel! As long as Feng Langjun is saved
, you have everything! Hurry, hurry, hurry! Rush, rush!"
"Woo——"
"Suba——"
Countless Qiang and Hu shouted strange and incomprehensible nonsense, and rushed towards Cao's unprepared rear like wolves...