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Chapter 116 Fierce Battle

It is impossible to squeeze persimmons forever in war.

There will always be some tough fights.

Only those who can fight bad battles and complete an essential transformation can be considered a truly strong army.

The combat power of the Hu people is stronger than that of the Qiang people, especially the cavalry, which come and go like the wind, light and swift.

If he hadn't obtained the equipment from the Western Capital City, Yang Zheng would not have confronted him head-on anyway, but now that the soldiers are full of murderous spirit, well-equipped, and their morale is high, when will we wait if we don't fight now?

Entering the West Sea this time was not only for solving Xiahouba's predicament, but also for military training.

The sword and shield hand is in front, the spearman is behind, and a thousand light cavalry swim around the periphery.

Blue sky and white clouds, green grass, surrounded by snow-capped peaks.

The wind that rolls down from the southern plateau blows across the vast West Sea and the strong shoulders of every young soldier.

The world is so vast, how can men not rise up?
The sound of rumbling footsteps and the sound of clanging armor became one.

It was as if a black cloud was floating forward on the ground.

Thirty miles away from the enemy camp, two teams of Qingqi rushed out, one on the left and the other on the right.

It was like two fists hitting each other head on.

Yang Zheng lined up in the south with the wind, and the enemy cavalry galloped in the north against the wind.

Mobile cavalry is always king on the battlefield.

Ordinary people are afraid to face a wild beast, let alone cavalry wielding weapons?
In the formation, the old soldiers who served as corporal chiefs, chiefs, and Du Bo tried their best to appease the emotions of the soldiers.

Five hundred steps, four hundred steps, two hundred steps, 150 steps...

The enemy riders in the front row bent their bows and set up arrows.

But the crossbow had already been launched in the formation.

"put!"

At a hundred paces, the Dubs roared.

The sound of the bowstring vibrating is like countless bee swarms flapping their wings neatly, and the sound of "hum, hum" rushes to the north with the wind.

At the same time, Hu Qi's gallop shot also came.

But in this era, Huqi didn't have stirrups, so he needed his feet to clamp the horse's belly. The stability of the bow and arrow can be imagined, and there was a headwind. Hundreds of feathered arrows were twisted and crooked.

Then, the scream sounded.

The crossbow arrows pierced their thin leather armor, tore their flesh and blood, and nailed them to the grass.

woo woo woo...

A number of war horses suddenly fell down while galloping, tripping several riders behind.

"spear!"

"Knife shield!"

The roar of the old soldiers sounded again in the ranks.

The soldiers dropped their crossbows and raised their spears and swords and shields.

The movements are as proficient as the body instinct.

The war hasn't really started yet, but Yang Zheng already knows that victory belongs to him.

Cavalry is indeed the darling of the battlefield, but not omnipotent.

In front of well-equipped infantry, cavalry is nothing more than that.

In history, Liu Yu of the Song Dynasty defeated the [-] cavalry of the Northern Wei Dynasty with more than [-] elite infantry.

It is man who decides war.

It is the will of the soldiers and the decision of the general.

In a wave of arrow rain, Hu Qi fell more than 200 riders.

But at this moment they have rushed within fifty steps, they have many soldiers, and they want to fight the few with the masses.

Then, the weapons of the two sides collided, and the flesh and blood also collided.

A splash of blood splashed.

The war horse screamed shrillly, or was pierced through the chest and abdomen by the spear, or was ripped open by the sword shield.

Every ethnic group that has survived and grown in this era has its own uniqueness.

Hu people are ferocious and fearless of death.

One after another, they crashed into spears and large shields.

Yang Zheng's subordinates also began to suffer casualties.

But this is a necessary process of war.

Getting used to death also made his heart extremely hard.

It's a battle of dikes and tides.

Either the dikes are torn down, or the tide is held back.

The spearmen of the Qiang soldiers and the sword and shield soldiers of the Qiang soldiers in the first row suffered heavy casualties. Some were smashed to the breastbone by the horses, and some were pierced through the neck by the iron forks of the Hu people.

The barbarian picked up the corpse and grinned loudly, but was picked up in the air by several spears on the left and right.

The second row of spearmen and sword-shieldmen, under the urging of Wuchang and Shichang, struggled forward.

The brutal fighting filled the air with a strong smell of blood.

"General, can the cavalry be dispatched?" Yin Chun sent people several times to ask for a fight.

"No!" Yang Zheng flatly refused.

If the infantry can't stop it, it will be useless for the cavalry to rush up.

Although the battle was fierce, our own infantry were wearing iron armor, occupying the high terrain in the south, and with the wind down, we had an absolute advantage.

Cavalry is for the final blow.

Yang Zheng not only wants to win this battle, but also kills the grass and roots!

However, the cavalry could not go up, but it was time for the personal soldiers to go up.

"Liu Heng!"

"Your subordinate is here!" Liu Heng's eyes glowed red, like a beast that had been hungry for a long time.

The eyes of more than two hundred guards around them also had a faint blood red.

"Lead 150 personal guards to fight!"

"Follow the order!" Liu Heng roared, holding a knife in his left hand and a spear in his right, wearing two layers of iron armor, like a humanoid iron beast, striding forward.

The formation automatically made way for them.

The soldiers are all brave men selected from various tribes.

There are both Han, Qiang, Di and Hu.

Eat the most meat on weekdays and receive the most rewards.

Raising soldiers for a thousand days is used for a while.

And now, it's time for them to use their lives.

It was as if a spear had pierced out of the array.

Liu Heng was the first to charge back into the enemy cavalry. His spear swept across and overturned the two cavalry, but the spear could not bear the force and broke.

General Yihu saw that he had no soldiers in his hands, and galloped forward with his horse's hooves, stabbing at him with his iron fork.

Instead of retreating, Liu Heng advanced, took a step forward with both hands holding the knife, and slashed down obliquely with the knife, the light of the knife was bloody.

Hu Jiang's stabbing action stopped abruptly, as if he had been fixed in place.

The war horse neighed in shock, passed by, and ran forward for more than ten steps, bumping into the big shield of the soldiers.

And General Hu, who was on the horse, slid off his body with his head on his left shoulder.

The war horse neighed like crazy, as if it had experienced great fear.

Two more Hu Qi bravely rushed towards Liu Heng, one on the left and one on the right with spears.

Liu Heng picked up the broken spear on the ground, threw it out, hit the horse's neck, and fell to the ground. Hu Qi was thrown to Liu Heng's feet, stepped on, and the white head of Hu Qi flowed all over the ground.

The other rider galloped forward, Liu Heng's posture remained unchanged, and he slashed down with a single blow.

The horses and cavalry were divided into four diagonally.

But Liu Heng was also knocked away by the inertia of the war horse.

There was an eerie silence on the battlefield, and most people's eyes were on the fallen Liu Heng.

The silence only lasted for three or four breaths. Liu Heng climbed up from the ground again, spat out a mouthful of blood, and raised the broken ring-sword. Roaring: "Duh—"

It was as if an invisible wind was swirling around him.

The horses of the Hu people stood up one after another, retreating uncontrollably.

The faces of the Hu riders showed horror.

There is no fear of death in the previous charge.

There were huge cheers from the own formation.

The neat beheading stimulated the fighting spirit of every soldier.

The cold weapon battlefield belongs to the brave.

The more than 150 soldiers took advantage of the situation and rushed out, stabbing with their spears, rolling their blades, flying crossbow arrows, and Hu Qi fell off their horses one after another.

Yang Zheng looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, "This son is the enemy of ten thousand people!"

The Yellow Turban Rebellion at the end of the Han Dynasty has continued for more than 60 years.

How many warriors have been born in this land?
There are many who can leave their names, and even more who don't.

Which Han army does not have one or two strong generals?
"The enemy's courage has been lost, the cavalry will attack, and no armor will be left behind!" Hu Qi's courage has been defeated, and Yang Zheng ordered decisively.

(End of this chapter)