At this time, the battle was still going on in the horizontal formation in front of the artillery carriage battalion.
After being swept away by the iron artillery, the infantry of the Jin army sluggish for a while, but with the officer's fierce urging to fight, the subsequent troops stepped on the blood and minced meat of their companions, held up their shields, and charged again. The crossbows at the rear of the horizontal formation His hands were constantly tilting outwards to rain arrows. Because the Jin soldiers were holding a shield, the killing effect was not good. Instead, from time to time they were knocked down by arrows thrown back by the Jurchens.
However, once the morale drops, it is difficult to improve it. The entire momentum of the Jin Army cannot be compared with the first wave of charge. In the center of the horizontal formation, Han Xuan's general flag stands motionless. Guo Ning knows that this old man is Waiting for the opportunity, everything is under his control.
Although the frontal battle was large-scale, the Jin army never gained the upper hand. In comparison, the side battle was more exciting.
Within an area of more than a mile from south to north, the entanglement between the infantry of the Ding navy and the elite cavalry of the Jin army gradually became intense.
If Ding Haijun's queue is compared to a huge millstone, the Jin Army's cavalry entering the formation one after another are like iron blocks and gravel being rolled into the millstone. They are squeezed, stirred, and ground back and forth by the millstone, and they are also crushed. The same force was applied to the millstone, trying to break the millstone into pieces.
A rough estimate shows that there are about 400 Jin cavalrymen still fighting, and the casualties are around 100; there are 2,000 of our own troops, and the casualties are about three times that of the Jin cavalry. With the enemy cavalry on foot, Guo Alin's There are no problems with the command.
When the two armies confront each other on the battlefield, the battle situation is changing rapidly. There are too many subjective and objective factors that determine the development of the battle situation. Whoever has the upper hand may not be wise, and whoever suffers a loss may not be incompetent.
At this moment, Monk Wanyan Chen grew up in Fengzhou, northern Xinjiang of the Kingdom of Jin. Like most of the brave officers of the Kingdom of Jin, he was good at leading elite cavalry in short charges. This method of warfare was the founding of the Kingdom of Jin. Basic, it can exert great power in certain situations.
Especially when the general is brave enough, he can often frustrate the enemy's position with a small number of elite troops, and the subsequent troops can sweep away fallen leaves like a strong wind, with no disadvantages.
Monk Wanyan Chen is naturally a brave general. He can climb high and take dangerous risks, and shoot as fast as flying. When using troops, he advances first and retreats to the rear. It is no exaggeration to say that he is like a small version of Guo Ning.
Therefore, Guo Ning is very clear about the problem with this kind of tactics. In the final analysis, this kind of tactics is to maximize personal bravery in order to bully the weak in a small area.
If the enemy army has shortcomings in morale, training, and tactics, or if the enemy is physically weak or the generals who lead the troops are timid, they will collapse under such a brave assault. But if it is an army that is resilient and not afraid of casualties. Here, personal bravery is brought to the extreme, but it cannot overwhelm his will to fight?
Judging from Guo Ning's high standards, Ding Haijun at this moment may lack the ruthlessness of the past. However, after several years of continuous efforts, the general's command ability and the army's own adaptability have become more and more perfect. . And Guo Alin followed the style of his superiors and remained calm throughout the whole process, always keeping his two thousand soldiers from collapsing...
After all, Monk Wanyan Chen only had 500 cavalry, and he divided himself into several groups to enter the formation. Repeated charges could not lead to a breakthrough, and he became passive.
No matter how strong an individual's courage is, being able to defeat ten people is the limit, and being able to defeat a hundred people is legendary. Monk Wanyan Chen cannot resist the power of the entire army. It is easy for him to enter the formation, but he wants to break through the formation with five hundred cavalry. It's hard to get out.
If he goes all out to fight and charge, ignoring several groups of companions, he can break through the interception with dozens of cavalry. With better luck, he can lead hundreds of cavalry. But what's the point?
The goal of this cavalry charge here is not to kill generals and flags, but to destroy Ding Haijun's artillery carts. Those dozens of artillery carts are all huge and abnormal. If they are cut with knives and axes, they will be like scratching an itch. At most, they will leave nothing behind. A few ugly marks. To destroy them, you have to light a fire.
If you want to make a fire, you need to pile up some firewood, right? When piling up firewood and setting a fire, someone must be responsible for dispersing the soldiers in the convoy, right?
How can dozens or hundreds of riders do these things?
While Guo Ning was assessing the losses on both sides, Monk Wanyan Chen led more than 20 cavalrymen in a somewhat embarrassed manner and rushed out of the Dinghai navy infantry array for the third time.
The formation this time was not the result of Monk Wanyan Chen's assault, but because the space for movement in the formation was getting smaller and smaller. If this continued, the cavalry could only rein in their horses and stand still, slashing left and right, no different from infantry. .
Monk Wanyan Chen made a prompt decision and retreated with his bridle in hand. When he emerged from the chaos of the battlefield, he saw that the cavalry accompanying him separated and rejoined several times. There were slightly more at this time, but there were only about eighty of them. He The Naiman general next to him was sitting precariously on his horse. Blood surged from his side along his armor, and his calves were dyed red.
Monk Wanyan Chen himself was also covered in blood. Although most of it was the blood of Dinghai soldiers, the old wounds on his body were also bursting. There were new stab wounds on his shoulder and left thigh, and there was also a stray one stabbed in the back. He chopped with his backhand. The arrow shaft was broken, but there was no time to pull out the arrow cluster, so every time he made a move, his back would bleed.
"Ding Haijun randomly pulled out a group of infantry, and it turned out to be so powerful?" Another general looked a little ugly and said: "Captain, we can't even charge!"
"There is no place where we can't make it!" Monk Wanyan Chen took off his helmet and threw it away. Steam was rising from the top of his head more than two feet high: "We haven't made it through now, haven't we?"
"But……"
The general wanted to say something else, but Monk Wanyan Chen stopped paying attention to him and turned to look at the artillery camp.
Due to the rapid movement of the people and horses, smoke and dust were everywhere around them, turning daylight into dusk. Dust and mud fell from the sky, making people cough.
His throat was itchy, but he endured it, not wanting the coughing action to affect the muscles in his back and cause severe pain. After waiting for a while, he noticed many shadowy figures running around the artillery cart, so he turned around again.
More than eighty horsemen were scattered around, sparsely or densely, all filled with murderous intent. They stared at Monk Wanyan Chen with bated breath.
"No problem!" He held up the iron spear and pointed in the direction of the carriage camp: "Look, those artillery carriages are gathering, and the soldiers are also busy running around. It is obvious that they will no longer project, but prepare to defend in place. Guess why? ?”
Just as a burst of smoke and dust drifted past, the sight was no longer obstructed. The general squinted his eyes and asked, "Are you afraid that dozens of us will destroy the artillery carriage? You shouldn't!"
"They are afraid of death!"
"What?"
"This kind of artillery carriage has never been seen on the battlefield before. I think it must be difficult to build. What is more difficult than building is to train the manpower to operate this kind of artillery carriage! Even if we ride over with hundreds of people to chop melons and vegetables , if you kill a group of key personnel, the artillery truck will be just a waste!"
"What the captain is saying is that we should just rush over and kill him?"
"Haha, that's not necessary..."
Monk Wanyan Chen laughed: "As soon as our cavalry arrived, the artillery carts immediately stopped firing. This is equivalent to saving Wanyan Congtan's life! As long as he is not stupid, he will immediately mobilize all the cavalry to outflank him. Car camp, destroy these weapons! Listen! Do you hear the noise? They are coming!"
