"It's enemy soldiers! They're going to seize the bridge!" someone exclaimed loudly.
"It's so fast!"
"Is it the Youzhou Army?"
"There shouldn't be any dark horses in the Youzhou Army, right?"
"It can't be..." the soldiers speculated.
Listening to the chaotic discussions and exclamations, Qianzhao suddenly felt a fire of ignorance in his heart: "What are you shouting about! Hurry up and form the team. The enemies are all cavalry, and there won't be too many of them. Even if General Chunyu can't win, plus backup
It can also kill them! Don’t blame me for being rude if you don’t do it quickly!”
There were many veterans in the Jizhou army. Under the scolding of the warlord, they quickly recovered from their initial surprise. Under the command of junior officers, they rearranged themselves into columns, showing off their elite qualities.
But no matter how good their tactical skills are, it is impossible to regenerate the lost physical strength. After running for a few steps, the soldiers were out of breath. Then, they saw the smoke and dust left by the main force getting further and further away, and the smoke and dust on the other side became even more intense.
He quickly disappeared from sight.
In the sky ahead, countless reeds were trampled flat, and countless wild birds were frightened and flew into the sky, chirping, like a cloud that would happen.
After an unknown amount of time, accompanied by faintly audible shouts of death, a high-pitched horn blasted like a dragon's roar, causing the river, which was no more than a few feet wide and no deeper than a person, to tremble endlessly.
"The fight started... I wonder who has the upper hand?"
"The Youzhou Army also came from afar, so we should be evenly matched in terms of physical strength. There are more of us..."
"Don't forget, Gongsun Zan still has a partial army in the plain! If it were them coming, the distance would be much shorter than ours."
Movements could be heard several miles away, and there were at least a thousand people shouting to kill. It was obvious that the two armies had already taken action. With a bit of uneasiness and a bit of fear, the soldiers started whispering to each other again.
"Stop talking, it's better to save your energy and hurry up. Look at the face of Commander Qian, aren't you afraid of death?" the experienced low-level officer reminded everyone in a low voice.
When the brothers looked back, they saw that Qianzhao's face was livid, he was looking straight ahead, his lips were trembling slightly, and he looked like he was trembling with anger. He didn't know which unlucky guy had been targeted by him! Everyone was there.
A chill ran down my spine, and I tightened my grip on my weapon, hunched my neck and quickened my pace.
The official position of warlord is not a big one, but since the general Chunyu has entrusted him with the responsibility of gathering the defeated soldiers, Qianzhao can execute the general's orders and kill anyone he thinks is timid or hesitant in the name of deserters.
, at this time, you must not touch his bad luck.
In fact, if anyone dared to get closer, they would find that the warlord Qian was not trembling, but murmuring.
"It can't be him, it shouldn't be him, even if he comes, it shouldn't be such a coincidence..."
Qianzhao's military position is not high, but he definitely knows much more detailed military information than ordinary soldiers. At least, he knows that the enemy Jizhou faces this time is not only Gongsun Zan, but also an uninvited evil one.
guest!
No matter we or the enemy, no one wanted him to come, and no one thought he would come, but he came anyway. After causing Yanzhou, Xuzhou, and even Yangzhou into a mess, he unexpectedly crossed the Yellow River.
Then it disappeared into the 'man-made' wilderness of Bohai and Leling.
If we say who is most likely to appear at this most fateful place at this most fateful time, there is no doubt...
After all, that man is famous all over the world for being good at seizing opportunities. Similarly, the black dragon pony under his crotch also once made Luoyang famous.
The horn sound in front is getting louder and louder, more and more urgent, the sound is exciting and the sound is heart-shaking!
Qianzhao suddenly opened his eyes and stood up from his horse, as if he could clearly see the enemy. In fact, there was no need to look, he already had a clear understanding in his heart, it was the Taishan Army and Wang Pengju!
…
"It's not the Youzhou Army, it's the Taishan Army, it's the Taishan Army!" Han Juzi realized the truth earlier than Qianzhao, because the first horn blow was blown by him and the enemy who were galloping over at the same time.
While blowing the trumpet, he saw a large flag wrapped in smoke and dust. A large flag with the Chinese character "汉" on a red background and black characters was flying high in the middle of the team. Two shorter flags accompanied each other, as if guarding the general's flag.
generally.
In fact, in a sense, those two flags do complement each other with the Chinese character flag. The people who bear these two titles, General Hussars and Champion Marquis, are the most loyal and reliable ministers of the Han Dynasty, Qingtian.
Giant pillar.
Even Han Juzi, who was born half a Huns, understands this. These two names have been the nightmare of his ancestors for generations. If it were not for the existence of these two names, maybe the Huns would still be roaming around in the desert, and where would they be?
Are those unworthy barbarians in Xianbei ruling the roost?
Trembling and fear enveloped him at the same time. Han Juzi clenched the scimitar in his hand, sweating profusely.
"General, there are a lot of empty horses in the enemy formation. There are only a thousand people at most, which is about the same as us!"
The scout captain and Han Juzi are of the same race. The prairie cavalry from Bingzhou are far superior to the horsemen from the Central Plains in terms of combat strength and reconnaissance ability. You don't need to look through your eyes, you can judge the details of the enemy from the sound of hoofbeats.
quantity.
The cavalry under his command included the Huns cavalry from Bingzhou and the original cavalry from Jizhou. After discovering the enemy's traces, he took all the extra horses with him, leaving nearly half of the Jizhou cavalry behind, and led the prairie cavalry to take the lead.
By the time the cavalry suspected of being from the Taishan Army arrived, Xianrui under Han Juzi's command had already passed the dilapidated boundary bridge and had formed up on the east bank of the river.
Finding that the Taishan cavalry was getting closer and closer to him, and receiving detailed information, Han Juzi naturally had no reason to back down. He waved his hand suddenly and took the lead in attacking the enemy.
When cavalry fights, speed is the first priority. If you stick to the bridge and watch the enemy come over, before reinforcements appear, the vanguard cavalry will be crushed by the enemy's horseshoes.
But if both sides use speed to counteract the conflict, the results will be very different. Regular training, equipment of both sides, the quality of the mounts, and the commander's dispatching level will all become the deciding factors of victory or defeat.
In these aspects, Han Juzi is very confident, even if the enemy he faces is the world-famous Taishan Army.
Prairie people grew up on horseback. How could they lose to the Taishan Army who even had to borrow cavalry from others in a mounted battle?
Mounted shooting? That kind of tactics is just about bullying the infantry. Let alone a half-baked Tarzan, even the legendary White Horse Yi Cong is nothing to be afraid of!
"Kill, kill!" Han Juzi waved his sword and roared loudly.
Close, close.
In the blink of an eye, the distance between the two sides has shortened from five to six hundred steps to two hundred steps.
Suddenly, something felt wrong. The enemy's team ran looser and looser. The gap between the horses increased from about two feet at the beginning to two feet, and it continued to increase. It became wider and wider, sparser and sparse, and the gaps were larger.
It was beyond his imagination.
Cavalry fighting in a loose formation?
Does the other party know how to use troops?
Before he could figure out what was going on, he saw that the gap suddenly became larger. No, it should be said that the entire enemy formation was neatly divided into three parts. The two teams on the flanks advanced, and the one in the middle
Dragging behind, like a poisonous scorpion waving its giant pincers!
The tactics of controlling the cavalry and gathering and dispersing freely surprised Han Juzi at first, but what surprised him even more was what came next.
The exposed Chinese army actually began to slow down!
Slow down when hedging? The enemy's head must have been trampled by horse hooves, or he really wanted to be trampled by himself, otherwise why would he make such stupid moves one after another? However, as the distance between the two sides got closer, Han Juzi's eyes suddenly
Stared!
That is not an ordinary cavalry, but a moving steel jungle, a big hedgehog! If your cavalry foolishly bumps into it, it will definitely be hit with bloody head and bruises!
"Raise your shield...no, move your horse!" Out of pure instinct, Han Juzi howled loudly. While shouting, he moved his horse and quickly rushed towards the opponent's flank, trying to turn into a crab and avoid it.
Open the enemy's center.
"Move the horses, push the horses..." The cavalry was fighting too fast, and the flags were of little use. The soldiers shouted in unison, passing on Han Juzi's orders.
In an instant, thousands of prairie cavalry turned around, either following Han Juzi himself and facing the enemy's left flank, or running in the opposite direction to Han Juzi in a hurry.
The technical content of changing formations during a charge is very high. If you try to imitate it without practicing it beforehand, it will undoubtedly be a tragedy. Some people judge the wrong direction, and some people react a little slowly and have no time to turn their mounts. Their endings are similar, and they are stunned.
He rushed towards the horse crossing in front, knocking his companion away and causing a proximal fracture.
Of course, they themselves were not much stronger. Amidst the mournful sounds of the war horses, they collapsed, and the smoke and blood mixed together, slowly like mist.
No one would complain about Han Juzi's random command, especially those in the front row. The orders given by his general were timely and correct. The enemy's Chinese army, which was lagging behind, was holding not a lance or a long spear, but a powerful crossbow!
The crossbow arrow reflected cold light and exuded a cold murderous aura. No one would doubt the huge lethality brewing within it.
In order to deal with the Youzhou Army's cavalry shooting, Han Juzi made sufficient preparations. The cavalry shield he prepared was much wider than the usual ones, which explained a lot. Although it was a wooden shield, the shield was covered with thick cowhide.
Turn the wooden shield into a composite shield, greatly increasing the defensive power.
However, the target of his defense was the riding bow, not the crossbow.
At a distance of about a hundred steps, unless you are holding an iron shield or a large oar, nothing can stop the damage of a powerful crossbow!
The Taishan Army had no intention of holding back against Han Juzi, who was in chaos.
"Bang, collapse, collapse!" The yellow bell's pine string sound sounded like a big plume, and the crossbow bolts made of fine steel swept the death storm into the ranks of the Jizhou cavalry, disrupting their already chaotic formation.
It became a pot of porridge.
The blood splashed, and together with the rising dust, turned into pink mist, curling up.
The two separate wings of the Taishan Army formed a dense arrow array and plunged into the red mist with lightning speed.
The fog is getting thicker and thicker. (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!)