A distance of two hundred and fifty steps can make a strong bow lose its power, but for a well-trained light cavalry, it only takes a few blinks to cross this distance.
The smoke and dust kicked up by the light cavalry rose up in streaks. After leaving the formation, they quickly divided into several groups, either rushing straight, moving sideways, or advancing diagonally, just like a big river dividing its forces, dividing the troops naturally.
Every hundred people formed a team, and each team followed a different trajectory, crisscrossing and crisscrossing, more complex than the river courses in Jiangnan Water Town. However, the three thousand Qingqi did not mess up at all, and just transformed into thirty, and marched forward.
There is absolutely no interference between them.
"This, this is simply amazing! I originally thought that Wang Pengju's cavalry was already the best in the world, able to change formations during the charge without any chaos. Now, after seeing this white horse Yi Cong
...Tsk, tsk, I really don’t know how Gongsun Zan trained this kind of cavalry." Wen Chou murmured, his face full of shock.
Being famous is not as good as meeting him. The elite of Baima Yicong gave him a huge shock. In the past few days, many of the Jizhou cavalry who were defeated by Wang Yu that day returned one after another. The morale of these defeated soldiers was too low.
It won't be of use in the war, but the information they brought back is still very useful.
Wen Chou originally thought that the Taishan Qingqi was already great, and that no matter how strong the White Horse Yi Cong was, it would only be about the same as the Taishan Soldiers. As a result, today, it turned out that among the strong, there is a strong one. He once regarded the Taishan Qingqi as the best in the world.
, which is more than a little bit worse than Baima Yicong.
"Why did Zi Zhong inflate the ambitions of others and destroy his own prestige?" A rough voice sounded in Wen Chou's ears, and he didn't need to look back. He also knew that the speaker was his old partner Yan Liang.
"Gongsun Zan and these soldiers were formerly the Youzhou frontier army. They have been practicing on horses for more than ten years. Their riding skills are better. What's so strange about it?" Yan Liang's loud and energetic voice is very distinctive, and the sound is as loud as beating a drum.
He said: "No matter how hard you try, it's useless. His tricks are all expected by the military advisor. Sooner or later, they will turn into powder. When the time comes, let's see how arrogant Gongsun Zan can be."
"I'm either destroying my own prestige, or I'm just trying to impress you." Wen Chou scratched his head and said sarcastically: "I don't know when our cavalry will be able to reach this level."
Jizhou's army was also temporarily assembled. There were not many cavalry. Not counting the two thousand cavalry defeated by Wang Yu, there were a total of five thousand light cavalry and one thousand heavy cavalry.
That heavy cavalry was carefully built by Han Fu as his trump card. Its leader was the famous Hejian general Zhang Jaw. After Yuan Shao took advantage of this, he renamed this unit and called it Euphorbia Warriors. In addition,
The five thousand light cavalry were led by Yan Liang as the chief general and Wen Chou as the deputy general.
In terms of scale, the Jizhou cavalry was not much worse than the Youzhou army. When Jushou was dispatching his troops, Generals Yan and Wen clamored for a head-on confrontation more than once because they were unconvinced.
Looking at the results now, the gap is not as big as usual. If we really want to fight with cavalry, the open-jawed euphorbias may still be able to rely on their thick skin. If they hold on for a while, the light cavalry will hit them, and the two of them will not be able to win.
One!
Wen Chou was not so much in admiration as in envy. As a general, who wouldn't want to lead an elite force with arms and fingers?
"Come on, isn't that easy? Once you've defeated Gongsun Zan, you'll have as many cavalry as you need." Yan Liang said with a look of disdain on his face, and he grinded his teeth again, "Looking at Gongsun Zan, he is already like a withered bone in a tomb. This battle
The key point is whether we can avenge our lord's shame and cut the king's thief into thousands of pieces!"
"There are intact eggs under the nest, and the Youzhou army is destroyed. Where will Wang Pengju run?" Wen Chou shook his head and dropped his schoolbag, then looked around and asked in a low voice: "Brother Zishan, this strategy of the military advisor is really good."
So confident?"
"Of course!" Yan Liang said with a matter-of-fact expression, "What kind of person is a military advisor? During the military meeting, you didn't see Guo Tu. What were the expressions of the reviewers? If there are flaws, you think they are
Will a few of them remain silent? Unless the commander on the opposite side is replaced by Wang Xiaothief, in that case, there may be some surprises, but now... Haha, victory is guaranteed!"
He raised his right hand in front of his eyes, contracted his fingers, and clenched them tightly into a fist. His strong confidence infected his companions, and the hesitation on Wen Chou's face was wiped away.
After thinking about it, Yan Liang whispered again: "Zhizhong, go check it again. According to... what Qu Yi said, there must be no mistakes."
When he mentioned Qu Yi's name, his tone and expression were a little unnatural. Wen Chou also had a look of resentment on his face. He lowered his head and replied, "Yeah, I got it." After responding, he felt a little unwilling and unwilling.
He hummed and said: "Remembering that arrogant face, winning a battle doesn't mean much, it's better than..."
"Okay, stop talking nonsense, why don't you do something?" In this era of war, more or less verbal exchanges are needed. How could Yan Liang let him say "defeat"? He immediately kicked Wen Chou and staggered.
.The latter stumbled away, and a cold light flashed in Yan Liang's eyes.
"Crazy? Let him go for now and see how long he can go crazy. When the time comes, someone will take care of him!" Wen Chou couldn't see it, but Yan Liang could see it clearly.
Qu Yi has offended too many people, and things will get worse sooner or later. In fact, he has already been plotted. Take today's battle as an example. He is responsible for the most difficult and dangerous mission. If defeated, it will be difficult for him to escape.
; If he wins, the benefits will not be his turn.
The most fruitful victory was, of course, that of the lord Yuan Shao; and then it was Ju Shou who was the strategist. The general's first achievement was either Zhang Junyi's or his own or his subordinates'. When it was Qu Yi's turn, at most he was left with a little soup.
This is the result of not knowing how to be a human being!
No matter how capable you are, you can't resist the displeasure of your lord, the jealousy of your colleagues, the exchange of words for gold, and the destruction of bones.
…
In a few words, Baima Yicong had already broken into the effective shooting range of the foot bow. With the shrill sound of the horn, the sky darkened again, thousands of feather arrows rose into the sky, and then fell with a scream.
The range is closer, but the results are less than if the bow is fired beyond the maximum range.
Qingqi is like a group of swimming fish. It seems that you can catch a large group of them if you fish them casually, but if you really do this, you will find that all you catch is a handful of clear water.
Bai Ma Yicong ran past the formation like a gust of wind, leaving all the arrows far behind. No matter how fast the arrows were, how could they possibly catch up?
This is not an ordinary wind. It is not just smoke and dust that is blowing in the wind, but also deadly murderous intent.
Running and shooting is originally Baima Yicong's special skill.
If Yuan Jun's volleys are like huge dark clouds, the running of the white horse Yi Cong is like wisps of smoke. The light that any smoke can cover is very limited, but victory comes over and over again, never ending.
.
The Yi followers were like a swarm of angry bees, shooting arrows into Yuan Jun's array non-stop. Like raindrops, they hit Yuan Jun's shield formation with a tinkling sound.
Under normal circumstances, infantrymen would definitely suffer from this kind of exchange of fire. It would be too difficult to hit a target that is moving at high speed. Not to mention ordinary soldiers, even sharp archers like Huang Zhong and Taishi Ci would have to take good aim.
If the Qingqi were concentrated, they could still use covering fire to fight back. However, the Qingqi of Baima Yicong were all in teams of a hundred, and they formed a long and sparse column. Even if they covered an area of ten feet, they could only attack at most.
Just circle it and ride three or five times.
On the other hand, on the infantry side, the enemy's arrows flew down at an angle, and the shield formation could not block every angle, so casualties continued to increase.
When encountering such a blow, they must either fight to the end with a firm attack and carry out key strikes and attrition; or they can launch a counterattack with light troops, but Yuan Jun's response was extremely strange. All the generals in Youzhou were full of doubts.
"Yuan Shao, no, it should be Ju Shou, what is his idea?" Wang Yu frowned.
Yuan Jun's archers were counterattacking, but they never formed a focus area. Judging from the intensity of the counterattack, the archers seemed to be evenly distributed across the entire front. What's even more strange is that under the attack of Baima Yicong's arrow rain,
There was never a mass of screams in Yuan Jun's formation. A few sporadic sounds were heard, and they were short, as if someone covered his mouth as soon as he opened his mouth.
The impact of mounted shooting on morale is often much greater than the actual damage. In this process, screams are a very important medium.
Seeing the enemy running around not far away but unable to hit him, and constantly hearing the wails of wounded soldiers or the screams of the dying around him, even well-trained soldiers will be emotionally affected.
Therefore, the current formation of Yuan's army seems quite strange. Their counterattacks were inappropriate and weak, and they could not hurt their opponents; but their own injuries did not seem to be big, as if the people in the formation were not people but
They look like a group of clay puppets.
"This is the Xuanxiang Formation..." Wang Yu responded to his soliloquy, and a young voice solved his doubts.
"Is this the Xuanxiang Formation?" Wang Yu was horrified, and the words in the Mohist manuscript suddenly flashed through his mind.
Xuanxiang's formation is difficult to defeat due to doubts. The so-called formation of suspicion refers to Xuanxiang's formation. When setting up this formation, there must be many flags and feathers. It is important to sit when the armor is in disorder and when the chariot is in disorder, it is intended to confuse the enemy.
, making people unclear about the reality.
Because of Yu Jin, Wang Yu did not study the military manual left by Xu Rong from beginning to end. He scanned the basic skills such as military training at a glance, focusing on the art of war and tactics, and of course he would not skip it.
Formation.
However, what was written on paper was always shallow. If it weren't for Zhao Yun's prompting, Wang Yu's full of theories would not be able to connect with reality for a while. After reading the manuscript, he could understand it clearly.
"Yes." Zhao Yun nodded, shook his head, and said seriously: "Xuanxiang Formation is just a general term. There are many changes in this formation. The simple one can be changed into two forms, three talents, four images, and the more complicated one has six plum blossoms.
The Seven-Star Beidou Formation, the legendary Eight-Door Golden Lock Formation, and the Nine Palaces and Bagua Formation all belong to the category of the Xuanxiang Formation."
Zhao Yun made a long speech, which made Wang Yu stunned for a while. The Mohist style was mainly pragmatic, which was not only reflected in beliefs, but also in the art of war and even martial arts. Including Xu Rong, there were messages in the posthumous volume.
The Mohist sages were not very interested in the Suspicious Formation, so there are very few explanations of the Xuanxiang Formation in the posthumous scrolls, far less detailed than what Zhao Yun said.
"Zilong, can you see what changes Ju Shou has made?" Wang Yu asked humbly.
Could it be that Zhao Yun's ability to lead troops is reflected in the formation? This is a novel statement.
"I'm still a young man, so I can't tell." Zhao Yun shook his head in frustration. He was a very serious person. Although he didn't want to disappoint Wang Junhou, who valued him very much, he still had something to say.
In fact, he had already seen Wang Yu's intention to win over him, including those subtle temptations, and he was like a mirror in his heart. He felt very excited about this. He could be valued by the world-famous champion. For martial artists,
Said it was a great honor.
But through contact with Wang Yu and the generals around him, Zhao Yun began to feel depressed. Compared with those veteran generals who had experienced hundreds of battles and were sure to win every battle, he felt that he was inferior in terms of murderous aura, martial arts, and tactics.
It has improved a lot, and it seems that it is still far away from Wang Junhou’s expectations.
I finally mustered up the courage to talk about the knowledge about the dot matrix method, but I was stopped by the question again with just one sentence. Compared with Wang Junhou's superior adaptability, it was more than a step or two behind?
This fact made him feel very frustrated. Can he only cheer in the crowd?
"If you can't tell, you can't tell. If you didn't tell me, I wouldn't even be able to tell that this is the Xuanxiang Formation." Although he shifted his attention to the battle situation, at most it was only half, Wang Yu's other half.
His thoughts were always on Zhao Yun, so he keenly felt the other person's emotional changes and quickly expressed relief.
Zhao Yun felt warm in his heart. When he raised his head suddenly, Wang Yu's clear voice reached his ears at the same time: "Zilong, then, do you know how to break the formation?"
"I understand a little bit." This time, Zhao Yun gave an affirmative answer.