Chapter 601 The Last Attempt
The battle lines began to become somewhat stalemate.
Compared to Feng Tubiao's ecstasy, Zhang He was trembling all over. He still couldn't believe what just happened in front of him. A thousand cavalrymen disappeared alive in front of his eyes...
"Where did this Shu prisoner come from? How sharp is it?"
"General, those are evil ghosts. They must be evil ghost troops. The long swords in their hands are made of iron. With one strike, all men and horses will be broken into pieces. They are all like evil ghosts. Anyone who dares to stand in front of them will be killed. …”
Before the cavalry leader who retreated could finish speaking, Zhang He drew his sword and chopped him down.
He said sternly, "No one in this world can drive away ghosts and gods and sacrifice their lives for them! I have been fighting for my whole life, and I have killed not only a thousand but also hundreds of people. Why haven't I seen any ghosts come to seek my life? I only believe in myself." The sword in your hand!"
He turned around and asked, "Are the cavalry on both wings in position?"
“Return to the general, he is already in position!”
“Okay, let them attack as planned immediately, and we can’t delay it any longer!”
The original slight advantage. Under this fight, my own side has become a downwind. If you don't want to turn around, the street pavilion can only let it go out.
But fortunately, the infantry in his hand faced this strange team. Although he did not gain the upper hand, it was not going to collapse at the first touch.
Feng Yongzheng was standing on the high platform and was overjoyed. Suddenly he heard shouts of killing from behind. He quickly raised his binoculars and saw a group of defeated troops rushing over like Cao Jun herding sheep.
“I*&&%#￥” Feng Yong jumped on the spot and yelled, “A bunch of beasts! Are you pigs?”
“Wang Han!”
“The end is here!”
“Go! Guard the back and don’t let any of them in, otherwise the thieves will take advantage of it!”
“No!”
These broken soldiers wandering near the battlefield really had nowhere to go. They were hungry and thirsty, and their retreat was blocked by Cao's army, so they could not escape back to Jicheng.
But Liu Yin did not dare to use them, because if the frightened troops did not have enough rest and made the slightest mistake, they would take the lead and break up again.
So he could only temporarily gather them up, keep them away from the battlefield, and wait for the end of the street pavilion battle.
When Feng Yong came over, the Night Hunter naturally reported this situation to him. He just asked the auxiliary soldiers to send some food to the defeated soldiers. Liu Yin did not dare to use it, and Feng Yong himself did not dare to use it.
Unexpectedly, during the past few days when Zhang He besieged Jieting, he had already discovered the location of the defeated troops. Taking advantage of Cao Wei's cavalry mobility, he went around to the back and drove the frightened defeated troops back again.
Feng Tuluo still had too little experience. The battle ahead was fierce, so he kept his eyes fixed on the front and forgot to observe the surrounding situation. He did not even notice that the two-wing cavalry sent by Zhang He just failed to attack his two wings and then went back. Where.
It’s just that the battlefield has extended to such a large area, so you broken soldiers can’t stay any further? Waiting to die!
Feng Yong’s body was trembling.
Although they had been rejected once by the defenders at the street pavilion, the defeated soldiers, supported by the desire to survive, still rushed towards the rear of their reinforcements desperately.
“Don’t shoot the arrows, let us go in…”
“Please, give us a way to survive!”
They cried, shouted, and begged.
Wang Han's hands were trembling slightly.
The defeated troops had already crossed the 150-step archery distance, and no arrows were fired from the formation.
The defeated soldiers were refreshed and quickly quickened their pace.
“Spread to both sides!”
There were soldiers with loud voices in the formation shouting hard at them.
“Save us!”
No one obeyed, they still rushed forward regardless.
"put!"
Wang Han gritted his teeth and ordered.
“Pengpeng…”
Although the arrow feathers are not very dense, they are enough to stop the defeated troops fifty steps away.
"don't want…"
There is no use begging.
The injured soldiers lay on the ground in despair, feeling the vibrations of the ground. The Cao thieves behind them rushed over, and their horses' hooves trampled over their bodies mercilessly.
Wang Han's eyes were red, he drew his sword and shouted fiercely.
"kill!"
…
A stream of blood flowed from the corner of Feng Yong's mouth. He closed his eyes, then opened them again, blinking hard. He felt that his vision was a little blurry.
This **** war!
“Zhang He! I swear I will kill you!”
Feng Yong drew his sword and thrust it straight into the high platform, speaking word by word.
Zhang He didn't hear it. Even if he heard it, he would only be more satisfied. Suppressing the opponent's military morale and mobilizing the opponent's coach's emotions is the most brilliant way to defeat the opponent.
From the very beginning, he noticed that the opponent's Chinese army flags and drums had always been a little weird. Compared with normal situations, the opponent's Chinese army flags and drums seemed to convey very few military orders to all parties.
Basically, the generals at the forefront are organizing the soldiers to fight.
Now we see that even though there was a commotion behind the scenes, the Chinese army still did not take much action.
This made him more and more suspicious.
Thinking of this, he gave another order to the left and right.
“General, there are bandits in the north again!”
Feng Yong was startled when he heard this. He quickly looked through his binoculars and saw smoke billowing from his right wing, as if countless cavalry were rushing over.
Where did Zhang He get so many mobile troops?
Feng Yong thought like this, and hurriedly looked at the front army, only to see that at some point, Cao's army had stopped attacking the front army, and instead used an infantry phalanx to set up a large oar shield, and frantically used bows and crossbows to suppress the Modao team's advance. .
Zhang He actually sent all his cavalry to his right wing and rear, using wolf pack tactics to continuously harass.
Feng Yong's heart skipped a beat. Of course he knew where his weaknesses were.
If Zhang He dared to rely on the elite cavalry at hand and still use the old cavalry shock tactics to tear up the formation, and then follow up with infantry, then he would know what fear is.
But if he bypasses his favorite Mo Dao team and uses the advantage of cavalry to harass both sides and the rear, he, a newcomer on the battlefield, may not be able to cope with it.
Especially the Mo Dao team has a weakness, that is, the weapons are too heavy and cannot be wielded for a long time like ordinary soldiers. Their strength is consumed too quickly.
If you can't gain the advantage as soon as possible at the beginning, when the Mo Dao team's strength is exhausted and they face the opponent's elite cavalry, you will be at a disadvantage.
The only disadvantage is that without cavalry, you can only defend and counterattack, but cannot take the initiative to attack.
“The Mo Dao team retreated to rest, while the latter stepped forward to defend and stabilize the formation.”
Feng Yong quickly asked the messenger to pass on the message.
The biggest advantage in my hand is the Mo Dao team and the heavy crossbow.
But the Modao Team has a time limit, and the Heavy Crossbow also has a time limit.
No matter how improved the crossbow is, it is still slow to cock. As long as someone rushes to the front of the battle, the final victory still has to be determined by hand-to-hand combat.
Zhang He's test was successful.
Feng Yong's two wings were not as invincible as the former army, and were even a little too weak. There were a large number of new soldiers among them, who had never experienced a war, and some had not even seen blood.
Although he has good discipline, fighting skills and battlefield coordination, which require actual accumulation, cannot be compared to the elite soldiers in Zhang He's hands in a short while.
The sudden attack on the right wing caught people off guard, and the defense line was broken immediately. Cao Jun's infantry followed closely, trying to continue to tear open the gap.
Feng Yong gritted his teeth and sent out the last mobile force he had - he knew very well that he was not good at commanding on the battlefield, so the Chinese army left very little behind, and all the troops in the four directions were taken care of by front-line generals.
Zhang He saw that the Chinese army on the opposite side finally moved, he exhaled and smiled on his face.
In fact, he does not have any extra troops in his hands.
This mobilization of Shu captive troops was just a last attempt, but unexpectedly it was successful.
Now it seems that as long as the opponent's weird long knife team can be held back, the rest is not a big concern.
At the beginning, I was frightened by the front troops of this team, and thought they were white soldiers who encountered Shu captives.
Unexpectedly, not only was the opponent's coach unfamiliar with his command, but even the coordination of the soldiers seemed to be extremely stiff. It seemed that this team, from top to bottom, were all newcomers to the battlefield.
It is simply unbelievable that this newcomer on the battlefield can fight like this with the elite veterans in his hands. If they were given the chance to grow up, they would definitely be a formidable team.
It’s a pity that you don’t have a chance.
Zhang He smiled calmly.
(End of this chapter)