Several white feathers suddenly flew from the darkness, shooting the fleeing horses and the riders on their backs to the ground. Literature Museum
"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooolow, and Thousands of War Horses Rushed Out of the Darkness.
This is a unique fighting method of the grassland tribes.
A general from the Central Plains, even if he had a reserve force, would never dare to launch a counterattack against the defeated troops. The frightened defeated soldiers would not care about anything, they would only flee to places they thought were safe.
The formation of friendly forces is undoubtedly the beacon in the darkness, and the isolated island in the ocean is the life-saving straw that must be grasped.
No matter how neat the formation is and how well-trained the troops are, they will be in chaos once they are overwhelmed by the defeated troops. Even the brave warriors who are determined to fight can only retreat under the pressure of the crowd.
Therefore, even if the military generals in the Central Plains deceive the enemy, they will avoid the direction in which the decoy troops escape, and go back to the enemy's flank to launch an attack. This move has the purpose of encircling and annihilating the enemy, but it also means avoiding the rout.
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Now, Yan Rou's counterattack ran into trouble. The prairie warriors who fled in panic were like children seeing an adult, crying and running towards the galloping horses. In the dark night, they encountered a strange and unpredictable attack.
The fire made them feel fear, and the best way to get rid of fear was undoubtedly to hide behind their companions.
"Cut!" Yan Rou raised the knife and pointed it in front of her, and shouted one word coldly.
After receiving the general's order, the direct line of guards swarmed forward and showed their blades to their colleagues mercilessly. They kicked the horse's belly with their heels while swinging their knives, cutting down all the living creatures in front of them. In an instant
Then a bloody passage was opened among the rebels.
They are not from the Central Plains, so they don’t have so many particulars and opinions.
Whether it is Pao Ze or the tribe, it only makes sense when it does not pose a threat or become a drag. In a situation like this, there is only one way to deal with it, and a true warrior will not hesitate at all.
Cut! These spineless deserters are just like the weakest among the wolves. When the pack is facing a threat, it is only natural that they be killed to feed themselves. This is the wolf's way of survival, and the murderer will not feel any burden at all.
The person who was killed will also not feel betrayed. He will only feel that it is natural and right!
The defeated soldiers were frightened awake by the bloody light, and cried out to get out of the way. Those who couldn't avoid it threw themselves on the ground with their heads in their hands, trying not to let themselves be trampled to death on the spot by the horses that were speeding towards their heads. In the blink of an eye,
In a short time, Yan Rou's offensive advanced from the depths of the military camp to the edge of the camp.
"Kill! No one will be spared!" Yan Rou laughed loudly and fiercely: "You dare to set fire to my camp? Today I will show you how powerful I am!"
The sharpness of Taishi Ci's surprise attack indeed exceeded his expectations. But Yan Rou was confident that no matter what method the enemy used to attack, he never expected that his counterattack would come so fast and so fiercely.
This was how he dared to lure the enemy.
No matter how cunning the opponent is, they can't change the balance of strength; no matter how brave the opponent is, they can't avoid the horseshoes and scimitars that they have so much time for!
With this belief, he rushed all the way to the place where the fire was the hottest. He saw a surprise scene that was incredible to him.
"What is this?" He reined in his horse and asked blankly.
"..." Apart from the snorting of the war horses, he didn't get any response from his guards.
The people around him are all murderous murderers who would shock everyone on the grassland. They are resounding characters, but the more such murderers they are, the more convinced and afraid they are of the incomprehensible ghosts and gods. Just like the people on the grassland.
Barbarians are just as pious to the Immortal God.
The current scene was beyond their understanding, and the fear caused by it stopped them from moving forward.
On the river and the sea, countless lights and shadows shuttled rapidly. If they were people, how could they move so fast? If they were not people, why would the fire in the hands of these figures be so real?
Yan Rou's sharp counterattack, which he had planned for a long time, was like a punch punched in the air with all his strength. Except for the ghostly shadows on the ice, there was not a single enemy in his camp. The chaos was completely frightened.
came out.
The shadows moving back and forth on the ice were indeed strange, constantly flying into the night sky, and the firelight falling on the camp was also a lot weird. The fire-starting effect was only one of them, and the most obvious thing was the flight path of the bolide.
If it were a rocket, its trajectory should be a very obvious parabola, flying diagonally into the air. After the upward momentum is exhausted, it will fall diagonally. Since the arrow shaft has a igniter attached to it, the range of a rocket is often longer than that of a normal bow and arrow.
Low, no more than 200 steps anyway.
But these now, like firebirds, first made a sound - like boiling water, the sound of steam spurting out of the kettle's spout, and then quickly rose into the air. After rising to the highest point, there was a slight sound.
Then it stopped, and then like an eagle gliding down with its wings spread out, it followed a straight trajectory and flew far into the depths of the military camp, either extinguishing silently or causing a blazing fire.
Yan Rou had no way of estimating how far the firebird had flown, but he could make an assessment as long as he saw that most of the military camp was engulfed in flames, including the Chinese army he set out for.
After all, the military camp of seven thousand cavalry is spread out for several miles. They can fly from the edge to the middle of the military camp, and their shooting range is at least twice that of ordinary bows and arrows!
What bow can shoot an arrow so far?
If the attackers are humans, then how much worse are these people who can run faster than horses on the ice and shoot arrows twice as far as the best warriors on the grassland compared to ghosts and gods?
"Sir...what should we do now?" The morale of those who came all the way dropped instantly. That is to say, those who launched the counterattack were all cavalry. They advanced rapidly without a chance to observe and think carefully. If they had advanced slowly, there would have been deserters by now.
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"...Keep charging! Find out those people who are pretending to be ghosts!" Yan Rou gritted her teeth and shouted with murderous intent: "That must be a human being, Tai Shici's Qingzhou Army. No matter what tricks he pulls out, he can't do it.
It will be the magical magic of sowing beans that turns into soldiers. He conjured up soldiers. He didn't send people ashore because he didn't dare to force them. If he doesn't come, I will drag him out and bring him to me!"
"..." There was silence, no one answered.
This is indeed true, but the problem is that the enemy obviously has some way to move at high speed on the ice, but his own horse cannot run on the ice. Even if he can put aside his fear, it will only be in a short time.
Hit it long.
What's more, there are really not many people who can stay normal now. If we use such morale to face the enemy, we may have a better chance of winning...
"Are you afraid? Okay! Then retreat! Seven thousand people, even the 500 people led by Wang Yu's lackeys, can't defeat... No, it's not a question of not being able to win, it's that you can't even see the opponent's face.
, I was scared to death, what else do you think about glory and wealth? Go and blow the cold wind in the desert!"
Yan Rou sneered loudly, and the mocking tone made everyone tremble. Anger, unwillingness and fear were mixed together, fighting and tumbling with each other, forming extremely complex emotions.
If they weren't afraid of losing the opportunity to invade the Central Plains, how could the grassland tribes work together like this? Why do the bastards who have lived on the frontier for so long work so hard? If they don't stop these two tribal killers, Wang Yu and Gongsun Zan, the tribes on the fortress will starve to death.
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"It's not that simple to blow the cold wind. If you go to the grassland to survive, you have to compete with various tribes for grassland. You can call your friends, but what do you have? If you die, you are still used to living a comfortable life. Even if you can win,
, there may not be a good harvest... It’s easy to run away today, but what happens after? Think about it carefully!”
Yan Rou's words hit the hearts of all the soldiers so hard that stars appeared in their eyes.
It hit the nail on the head. Although he calls himself a Zahu, the Zahu on the Great Wall and the Hu people are not the same thing after all. The Zahu have long been accustomed to the life in the Central Plains, and are unwilling and do not have the endurance to suffer outside the Great Wall; and the Hu people
They also regard the bastards at the frontier as prey. On the grasslands, it is natural for tribes to plunder each other, and they have no concept of ethnicity.
The two will only unite when they face the Han army and the Han people together. If one of them is in trouble and takes refuge with the other, they will only face the fate of being completely plundered - being treated as a herdsman is the best result.
Usually when grassland tribes annex each other, only women and very young children are left behind.
"They only have five hundred people, only five hundred!" Yan Rou opened her left hand and shouted loudly, reminding and inciting.
"We have three thousand cavalry here. Even if they do something strange, six of them fight one. How can we still lose? If we don't charge and let them continue to set fire to it, then we will wait for complete collapse. Without the army,
They are all lost dogs! Anyone who still wants to live, let me take care of them, take care of them!"
"Fight!" Someone finally made up his mind, jumped off his horse, and rushed towards the little bits of light in the darkness with his sword.
"Six against one, you can't lose!" If someone takes the lead, there will be no pressure to follow up. More and more miscellaneous cavalrymen jumped off their horses and drew their swords. They encouraged themselves loudly and stared at the blood red
With his eyes, he looked hard into the darkness, trying his best to find any clues that could prove that his opponent was a human or not a ghost.
Close, close!
When the warrior who was the first to break in stepped on the ice, with the help of firelight, Yan Rou's guess was finally confirmed. It was a human... at least it had the outline of a human, with hands and feet, holding a bow and arrow in his hand, and carrying a
Hold the knife!
"He is indeed a human being!"
"Kill, kill these Chinese dogs who are pretending to be gods and ghosts!"
More and more people stepped on the ice and clearly saw the true appearance of the enemy that terrified them.
It's a person, that's right. The big ball of fire is a brazier. It's being pulled by someone. From time to time, someone will quickly pass by and light a fire in the brazier with a rocket in their hand. From a distance, it looks like the fire splits by itself.
Weird sight.
Although I still don’t know how the enemy moves so fast, one thing is very clear...