My Chinese ancestors

Chapter 660 Mongolia’s traditional siege method!

The shaking dust filled the air and then fell down.

Huo Qubing, dragging his red cloak, killed his way through the crowd, turned around and swung his sword to kill the barbarian soldiers who were rushing from behind.

Around him, the sound of dense horse hooves roared and shook the earth, and the thousand Yulin cavalry under his command completed the infiltration and cutting.

Just as Huo Qubing shouted, "Go out, make a detour, and kill again," a group of 5,000 soldiers suddenly emerged from the two chaotic Nongma city legions and charged towards the Yulin cavalry who were adjusting their direction.

Spears and longbows suddenly exerted force among the running crowd.

Javelins were thrown from the hands of the soldiers behind, drawing a trajectory and piercing the flank of the Yulin cavalry that had no momentum to charge.

The moment the blood splattered, the soldier at the front of the infantry rushed forward with his shield in hand.

The javelin pierced through more than a dozen Yulin cavalrymen, and their bodies immediately fell off their horses. The ownerless warhorses were then hit by the shields and immediately stood up in fright.

Black feather arrows and forests of spears came one after another.

The war horses cried out in pain, and the Yulin riders on horseback screamed as they were hit by spears and arrows. In just a few moments, dozens of people were injured or killed.

"I learned this trick from you, you blindly arrogant people of Ceres!" Galahad, who was in the back camp, grinned. Since he failed many times, he had never laughed as happily as he did today.

After all, he had fallen victim to Ceres's tricks many times, and now he finally got his revenge. When the other party was pulling him back and forth, he had actually been alert for a long time, and secretly organized 5,000 people, making them mentally prepared for possible ambushes, as well as counter-ambush plans.

As he expected, the other party kept moving forward and backward to prepare for the ambush later. Naturally, Gaharad also wanted the ambush to be successful.

Finally, when the opponent thought he had secured victory, his fangs were revealed.

"Run ahead immediately, in any direction you want!"

Faced with the opponent's sudden move, Huo Qubing was stunned for a moment. The impression of the opponent in his mind, which was "waste", changed to "usable". Immediately, he spurred his horse to gallop. When he raised his hand on the horse's back to make a sign language.

The 5,000 strong cavalry soldiers who suddenly appeared were already close to the flank of the Yulin Cavalry. They rushed into the front line to pull the enemy and prevented the horses from running.

Afterwards, more people rushed madly into the cavalry of 1,000 people. At this moment, the horses were hit by spears and arrows and fell down, and the knights on horseback had their flesh and blood exploded.

Gaharad was not completely useless. After his resurrection, he learned from the series of failures of all the knights in the past and had been secretly trying to correct the shortcomings of his own combat.

With fewer horses, how could he use infantry to restrain cavalry? In addition to the usual daggers and bows and arrows, he specially brought 500 extended iron spears when he went out this time.

The thick spear shaft can effectively support the thrust, and the long handle will not bend or bounce off.

The spearhead was even forged into a diamond shape by blacksmiths. Once it pierced into the body of a warhorse or a person, it would tear off a large piece of flesh and blood, causing blood to gush out wildly.

Soon, the effect of the heavy spears took effect. The Seres cavalrymen near the outside fell off their horses one by one in the forest of spears. Before they could roll on the ground and get up, they were stabbed and chopped by the infantry shields and ordinary spears coming from behind.

The Yulin cavalry here had paid the price of more than a hundred casualties, and the cavalry in the middle and rear teams finally started to run.

Huo Qubing was young and frivolous, and his fighting skills were not low. When he saw that the cavalry behind him was still being entangled, he simply snatched the shield from his personal guards and led his soldiers to fight back.

He aimed at the nearest heavy spearman and slashed at him with a few sharp strikes, chopping him into a bloody mess.

Behind the distant hillside, another thousand cavalrymen who were watching the battle could no longer sit still. They mounted their tired horses, drew their ring-handled swords, and rushed down the hillside like a tide.

At this time, Gaharad, who was wearing full armor, did not go up to show his knightly bravery, but kept giving orders to let the confused soldiers stabilize the situation and let them see that the Seres cavalry had been surrounded.

Just seeing such scenes is more effective than any words of motivation.

"Send someone over there to stop the cavalry rushing over there. Just surround and kill them here, and then free up your hands to kill them!"

In the midst of the chaotic fight, a short horn suddenly sounded. The front team in the west had just stabilized their position in the chaos, but they exploded and scattered again, rushing towards the fields and the distant mountains.

"what happened?!"

Seeing that the situation was about to be reversed in his hands, before Gaharad could feel proud, he heard the horrific sound of the rout. He quickly sent out his cavalry to check ahead.

The cavalry, who had just left, hurried back in less than a moment.

"Sir Knight Gaharad... these are the reinforcements from the Seris, coming from the west!"

Because it was dark, even though there were fires everywhere in the fields, it was still unclear how many people had come.

The cavalry who went over only saw many deserters and a group of shadowy figures rushing towards this side.

These figures, holding a shield in one hand and wielding a blade in the other, advanced madly through the crowd like chopping melons and vegetables. Their skill made the rider's scalp tingle. In a hurry, he didn't even have time to take a closer look and hurried back to report.

"Reinforcements?"

Galahad instantly thought of the Seres fleet that had stormed the western coast and attacked the city of Martin.

Could it be that they are coming towards this side to kill us?
He couldn't help but look to the west. In the interweaving of firelight and darkness, he could already see many figures rushing towards him in the tide of fleeing soldiers.

Faintly, there seemed to be a figure drawing a bow and arrow.

The moment Galahad frowned, there was a "whoosh" sound in the air, and a feather arrow broke through the air and flew straight towards him.

when!
He swung his knight's sword and deflected the arrow. The next second, in the chaotic and crowded crowd in his field of vision, a centurion under his command bravely went against the current and leaped up.

Amid the roar of fighting, the figure who had just shot the arrow let out a short roar. His voice was as loud as thunder, and his steel knife chopped off the centurion's short sword with a bang, and sparks from metal and metal flew out.

At that moment, the figure put away the sword, took a step forward, and slashed again.

His figure suddenly expanded, forming a huge shadow outline, and the ring-handled sword in his hand seemed to have grown more than ten times larger, slashing down at the crowd with a wave of air.

boom!
The terrifying loud noise instantly covered up the surrounding chaos and noise. The crowd was separated and flew away. Those who were hit head-on had their bodies exploded and their flesh and blood spread all over the ground.

The huge outline instantly shrank back into the figure. Not far away, the figure in brocade clothes holding two swords could not help but show surprise: "Gao Shun, I didn't expect you to be so powerful?"

snort!
Gao Shun was emitting white gas all over his body. He answered Gan Ning's words with just a cold snort. He slightly tilted his body while walking and casually dodged the two spears that were stabbing at him.

To the right of his helmet's field of vision, he saw the trapped cavalry, so he raised his hand and pointed his sword at them: "Entrapment Camp, move forward!"

As soon as the words fell, a loud bang was heard from the soldiers of Nongma City who were fighting desperately in front of them. The fragments of the shields that exploded and splashed were lifted into the air. The soldiers of the Xianzhen Camp, who were wrapped in iron armor, burst out with terrifying power and directly broke through the crowd in front of them. They rushed forward madly, and the spears and short swords hit their iron armor and shields with a ping-pong sound, which never stopped.

Gan Ning was not to be outdone. He led more than a hundred of his personal soldiers in brocade uniforms, wielding light swords and cooperating with the Xianzhen Camp to launch a fierce offensive on the left side.

He brandished his two swords as he shuttled through the crowd, swinging them wildly left and right, creating ripples of flesh and blood that continued to spread.

When encountering a slightly stronger barbarian general, the blade would be swung without stopping, making a whistling sound and slashing down directly. The sharp blade would easily cut the chest of the legion centurion who was rushing up.

The refined breast armor burst and exploded at this moment, and the body flew forward, and was then chopped continuously in mid-air by the double swords that were handed out immediately, until the opponent's body was broken into several pieces.

"Don't bother... Gao Shun, go and inform the Yulin cavalry over there!" Gan Ning held a knife under his armpit, wiped the blood off his face with his free hand, and shouted at Gao Shun who had already charged into the front line.

Gan Ning’s answer was the even more terrifying advance speed of the Xianzhen Camp.

In the distance, Gaharad on horseback was turning his horse around anxiously and yelling non-stop. He grabbed the reins with one hand to control the direction and waved his sword with the other hand. He angrily ordered people to stop the other party from approaching the besieged Seres cavalry.

His face flushed. "If the Seris can have such an army, so can we!"

Soon, the defeated soldiers, who had just stabilized their morale, were defeated by the 200-man Xianzhen Camp within a quarter of an hour and fled back in desperation.

The supervising team went up and chopped down several people in succession, but they couldn't stop the fleeing soldiers.

On the other side, Huo Qubing rushed to his cavalry and led them to break out in the direction of the Xianzhen Camp.

He was originally in a state of being calm in the face of emergencies, and faced with such a situation, he was unusually calm. The Yulin cavalry under his command suffered heavy casualties at this time, but seeing their commander in such a state, they naturally would not panic.

"follow me!"

Huo Qubing growled, then urged his warhorses on. He led the way, and the cavalrymen behind him followed closely. The sound of horses trampling on their backs started again, and then became louder and louder. The two legion commanders who were commanding the siege turned pale when they saw the Seres cavalrymen who had already picked up speed and were charging towards them.

The other party didn't want to break through, but was thinking about rushing into the formation and killing them.

However, just as they were trying to block the cavalry charging in the front, a riot broke out behind them, and one of the legion commanders named Ganser turned around.

In the formation behind him, more than a hundred Seris infantrymen had rushed over at some point, and then there were more than ten sounds of shields being overturned.

A figure was leading the way, walking on foot with a knife in hand, walking through the crowd. The red helmet tassel and white cloak were swaying backwards in the wind caused by their running.

Behind them, soldiers from the Formation Trap, numbering ten or a hundred, pushed through the human wall and rushed towards this side. The violent collision was so intense that even the stones under their feet were sent flying under the pressure of their feet.

Facing this elite trap camp among the elite, it is conceivable that the ordinary soldiers of Nongma City seemed to be crushed by thousands of troops, their defenses were chopped down with ease, and countless corpses were trampled under their feet.

"It's the Seris again... When did Ophilo have so many Seris?" The legion commander named Ganser swallowed his saliva, his will wavering.

The Xianzhen Camp attacked with overwhelming force, and Huo Qubing, who was charging, naturally saw it all. He used his sword to split the two people's attack and continued to ride forward.

"Follow!"

"Kill!" The morale of the remaining 600-odd cavalrymen was greatly boosted. They roared and followed Huo Qubing closely, urging their horses to move towards the direction of the Xianzhen Camp.

At this time, Ganther did not have many soldiers under his command, after all, many of them had collapsed and fled before.

There were less than a thousand people in the rear line, and now a gap was opened by the trap camp. Before the soldiers could fill the gap, the team of two hundred people went straight to the back of his general guard.

This legion commander was recommended by someone in the royal family after the establishment of the Sakprut Empire. Of course, he also followed the Twelve Knights on the southern expedition and conquered several tribes.

"withdraw"

At this moment, he only had time to shout to retreat.

The sound was drowned out by the sound of hundreds of footsteps the next second. Gao Shun ran with a knife in hand and threw the round shield over.

In the flickering firelight in the distance, the round shield cut through the air and slammed down above the fleeing warhorse with a bang. The moment the edge of the rotating shield hit the opponent's flesh on the back of the neck, Ganther, who was fleeing holding the reins, was left with only his body still sitting on the horse's back.

The head was now tumbling on the ground.

Then, it rolled to the side of the approaching footsteps, Gao Shun bent down to pick it up, swung his arms and raised it above his head, and the cloak spread out at this moment.

"——The enemy will surrender!"

After a cup of tea, the Xianzhen Camp, in cooperation with the Yulin Cavalry and more than one hundred of Gan Ning's personal soldiers in embroidered uniforms, killed and crushed the remaining six thousand-plus Nongma City Legion.

When Gaharad heard the loud shouts over there, the army of the Seres seemed to be energized and began to push towards him.

A moment later, news of Ganther's death came. The Seat of Disaster sighed, turned around and left quickly with his personal soldiers.

The defeated soldiers who were originally fleeing on the field saw the noble knight riding his horse and rushing in front of them.

Behind them, there was an even more brutal massacre. With the support of infantry, Huo Qubing led the remaining cavalry in a crazy attack.

It was not until the sky turned dark blue that they withdrew their troops, took the wounded soldiers with them, collected the remains of their comrades who had died in the battle, and followed Gan Ning and Gao Shun to quickly head west.

……

Nongma City.

This night was destined to be a sleepless night for countless people. The fire on the plain west of the city had not been extinguished yet. Many people had already imagined what the winter would be like.

While countless eyes were focused on the fire on the plain west of the city, on the other side of the eastern plain, hundreds of Sakpruit civilians tied ropes to each other and pushed two-wheeled carts loaded with rotten and swollen corpses to more than twenty catapults.

A hundred steps away, there were hundreds of Western Mongolian light cavalry. They wore medicine-soaked scarves on their faces, covering their mouths and noses, and even their war horses had muzzles.

Subutai raised his hand and moved his fingers.

Lingqi nodded, then fired a rocket that landed in front of the catapult.

In the dim sky, hundreds of Sakpruit civilians endured the disgusting stench and placed the rotten corpses on the already calibrated catapults.

Then, with more than twenty bangs of ejection, the corpses flew into the night sky, dragging foul-smelling juices, and fell towards the distant city wall and the streets behind the wall.

(End of this chapter)