The Eight Hundred Riders were accelerating, and several death camp scouts in front were shouting wildly.
The wind blew away their shouts.
In the sky, a broad dark cloud blocked the sun.
The horse's hooves hit the ground hard, and grass clippings flew.
A lone goshawk was alarmed by the murderous aura below and flapped its wings to fly high.
Nayin was suddenly startled, "Are they actually prepared?"
But then he laughed and said, "Four hundred people were defeated in one blow."
Nayin shook his long sword: "It's time to seize the merit, warriors..."
"Must win!"
The shouts of eight hundred people were like rolling thunder under dark clouds, shaking the earth.
The grain truck was still forming a circle. At first, everyone was a little confused and a little confused. But at this moment, everyone looked pale.
"quick!"
The officials shouted wildly and ran, occasionally looking back and trembling all over as they looked at the galloping enemy cavalry.
"If I can survive today, I will go to worship God, no, I will go to worship Yang Ming Mansion!"
An array of four hundred people stood in front of a circular array of grain trucks.
Some of the soldiers were trembling.
They faced the attack of horse thieves, but the power of the horse thieves was far less than that of the tribal warriors in front.
And four hundred versus eight hundred, will they lose?
These thoughts flash through most people's minds.
Morale is inevitably low.
Yang Xuan was on the flank. He rode his horse and rushed to the front of the array, saying: "At this moment, I won't talk about the morality of the family and the country. It's just about life and death. The only thing I can tell you is to wait..."
He drew his sword.
Four hundred pairs of eyes looked at him.
Yang Xuan raised his sword.
"Today, I will not take a step back!"
The four hundred sergeants were shocked.
Yang Xuan slapped the breastplate with the spine of his sword, "I will not retreat even one step, what are you waiting for?"
The spear is raised high.
The screams came roaring.
"Fight to the death! Fight to the death! Fight to the death!"
Yang Xuan rode his horse to the flank and shouted:
"Archer……"
The sergeant behind pointed his longbow at the sky in front.
No need for precision, just dense throws.
Lin Da stood at the front, holding a spear and shouting: "Yeah, don't be afraid!"
Most of the scouts were lost, and the remaining cavalry came in a hurry.
"Detour!" Yang Xuan ordered.
Several riders took a detour from the left, but one rider panicked and headed towards the formation.
Yang Xuan took a deep breath and said, "Shoot!"
The archers were stunned for a moment. The concept of shooting their comrades was still relatively unfamiliar to them.
"Shoot!" Yang Xuan shouted.
Listen to orders, listen to orders, or listen to orders like a special girl!
This sentence was in everyone's mind, and they fired arrows involuntarily.
Arrows are flying.
You are not allowed to collide with this formation during war, otherwise you will be killed without mercy!
The shocked and regretful scout turned into a hedgehog and fell down in front of the formation.
Yang Xuan's eyelids twitched.
There is a saying in the art of war: Compassion does not command troops!
The art of war in the scroll is as vast as the sea. From the Warring States Period to modern times, he read and pondered over and over again eagerly, looking for many battle examples to ponder and ponder.
Today is his maiden battle.
The enemy rider dismounted when he was more than a hundred paces away.
In this era, unless it was the elite cavalry of the Northern Liao Dynasty, the war horses could not face the sharpness of the spear.
Nayin shouted: "There are criminals in front, warriors, for money, food, women, for everything... attack!"
"Must win!"
Hundreds of people lined up and charged forward.
The people in the front are preparing bows and arrows, and the people behind are wearing armor. They will act as battering rams, breaking through the array of death camps, and then swarming forward to completely defeat the death camps.
Nayin looked at Yang Xuan, smiled and said, "This is the best slave."
The confidants around him complimented him: "After we take him back and humiliate that idiot Hua Zhuo, we will make him the leader's slave."
The front is approaching rapidly.
Lin Da clenched his spear and nervously watched the tribal warriors unfurling their bows and unloading their arrows.
Behind him, Zhao Youcai shouted, "Fire the arrow!"
Just as the arrow was about to be shot, arrows were also being fired from the opposite side.
"Lower your head."
Ding ding ding!
Lin Da felt his shoulders shake, and then the arrow hit the ground.
"ah!"
Someone unlucky behind him was hit by an arrow. Without looking, Lin Da knew that the arrow penetrated the weak spot of the armor.
He looked up and saw the enemy archers in front fell down.
The bows and arrows of the Tang Dynasty had a longer range, so if the enemy wanted to shoot at each other, they had to bear the price of heavy casualties to the archers.
Obviously, the enemy on the opposite side was unwilling to bear it.
After a wave of arrows, the archers retreated, revealing the armored enemy soldiers behind them.
These enemy soldiers were armed with various types of weapons, and some even carried maces.
"The first battle..." Yang Xuan looked at the enemy troops running and ordered: "Pay attention to the left wing."
A group of enemy cavalry was watching eagerly on the left flank.
Once the front is defeated, this group of cavalry will take advantage of the situation to cover up and kill them, no, they will pursue them.
"Lang Jun, we are approaching."
This was the first time the old thief saw a battle formation of this scale, and his color changed.
"Calm down!"
Yang Xuan looked across the battle lines that were about to collide and looked at Nayin behind him.
Nayin seemed to be very calm, even a little comfortable. He held up a water bag or a wine bag and drank from it.
"The enemy is full of confidence!"
Yang Xuan whispered: "Then let them have a bloody encounter."
The enemy troops are running, getting closer and closer.
The enemy soldiers in front of Lin Da grinned and roared, and he even saw a few teeth missing from the enemy soldiers.
"preparation……"
Someone shouted from behind.
Lin Da clenched his spear and stared at the toothless enemy in front of him.
The toothless enemy soldier smiled ferociously and raised his long knife at him.
"kill!"
Countless assassination exercises made Lin Da's hands extremely stable.
The spear pierced into the chest of the toothless enemy soldier like lightning. Lin Da saw the shock and pain on the opponent's face, twisted it without hesitation, and then put away the gun.
Blood spurts.
Lin Da's eyes were all red.
"kill!"
His comrades behind him stabbed him from the side.
Lin Da put away his gun and took the opportunity to breathe.
"kill!"
The spears stabbed intensively.
"ah!"
In front of the array, a death battalion sergeant was hit hard on the shoulder by a mace. Just when the enemy was getting proud, a shot from the side was inserted into his lower abdomen. After a vigorous stir, the enemy knelt down and fell down.
Yang Xuan watched this scene indifferently.
There is a gap in the array.
"Broken!" someone screamed.
"Get out of the way!"
A pair of axes suddenly appeared in the gap.
The axes were dancing, and the screams were extremely harsh.
"The gap has been opened."
The people around Nayin were surprised as soon as they started cheering.
"The prisoners in the death camps... are surprisingly tough!"
Nayin said gloomily: "That idiot Hua Zhuo, he underestimated this young county magistrate."
The confidant smiled and said: "Don't worry, leader, they won't last long."
Nayin nodded, "Send the order to defeat the enemy, five sheep per person!"
"The leader has an order to defeat the enemy. Each man has five sheep!"
The Waxie tribe is located between the Tang Dynasty and the Northern Liao Dynasty. If the two countries did not need a buffer zone, they would have been destroyed long ago. Even so, their life is not good. The leader and others are okay, but the herdsmen below can
When you have a full meal, you should thank the gods and Buddhas all over the sky.
So after hearing that five sheep had been defeated by the enemy, those Vashe warriors went berserk.
The first row felt the pressure immediately.
"Mr. Lang!"
The old thief saw the crisis.
Yang Xuan shook his head and said coldly: "You can't move at this moment. Tell Zhao Youcai that if you die, you have to die at the front."
"But the villain is worried that those prisoners are not strong-willed."
The old thief's concerns are not paranoid. Although the death camp has been won over by Yang Xuan, it has never experienced such a tough battle. Once someone collapses, it will be completely disorganized in an instant.
Yang Xuan's eyelids twitched.
Ahead, the enemy troops continued to compress the formation of the death camp, and people kept falling down, and were immediately hacked to death with random knives.
Yang Xuan took a deep breath.
He regretted not bringing Nan He here. If Nan He was here, then his people would be the backbone of the array, and this would not be the case.
The old thief cupped his hands and said, "Lang Jun, the villain is gone."
"Old thief!" Yang Xuan was stunned.
The old thief waved his hand without looking back and smiled.
"Old thief!" Wang Laoer shouted.
The old thief went around from behind.
He held a spear in his hand and squeezed to the front.
ah!
A sergeant fell down and was dragged out.
The following sergeant was about to take over his position according to the rules, but the old thief came up.
"kill!"
The old thief doesn't have a standard grip on a gun, but he has some skills.
When the enemy in front of him saw a little old man approaching, he couldn't help but be overjoyed. He waved his knife and prepared to harvest the heads.
He was wearing armor and thought about how strong an old man could be. So he rushed over unscrupulously.
The spear pierced straight into his chest and was then pulled out.
The old thief took a step forward.
"kill!"
With his gray beard and hair flying in the wind, the old thief who killed the enemy again raised his spear high and shouted: "Death camp!"
The people around Mingfu are here!
This discovery gave the sergeants in the death camp a reassurance.
The crowd roared wildly.
"Fight to the death!"
If you don't retreat.
I will follow!
The figure on the right is still there, and more than ten riders are approaching from the front, but Yang Xuan remains indifferent.
Wang Laoer rushed over with several cavalrymen.
The enemy troops in front kept attacking and squeezing.
The cheers were like bursts of thunder.
The earth is trembling.
The array seemed to be on the verge of collapse.
"kill!"
Rows of spears stabbed wildly.
…
Wang Laoer rushed forward with several cavalry.
Seeing that they were outnumbered, more than ten enemy riders couldn't help cheering.
Someone pointed a long knife at Wang Laoer and shouted: "I want that fool's head!"
The two sides quickly approached.
The enemy who clamored for the heads of Wang and Lao was killed by him with a knife.
Wang Laoer's face was sprayed red with blood. He licked the blood on his lips and said, "Sweet, fishy!"
As soon as the rider saw that he was stupid, he reached out to grab him, preparing to capture him.
Wang Laoer slapped him casually.
It shouldn't be a big problem if the enemy wants to be slapped.
Snapped!
Then he saw the sky to his right.
Wang Laoer slashed with his right hand and slapped with his left hand, leading several of his cavalry to kill them, while the remaining enemy troops turned around and fled.
He felt a little bored.
I saw Nayin and more than a hundred riders watching the battle from behind.
Just wave.
"Hey! Zhuo Zhuo!"
zuo, zuo, are you calling a dog?
Yang Xuan's head was full of black lines, "Second brother is back."
Nayin's face turned green.
"Why can't you get off yet?" Nayin said with a cold face.
The confidant said: "Leader, the warriors are tired."
Nayin has seen it.
A general attack will be divided into waves, one after another, and the attacks will be rotated. In this way, the soldiers can always maintain high fighting spirit and abundant physical strength.
But Nayin's original intention was to take away the death camp in one wave, so he swarmed forward. But at this moment, there was no rotation.
He knew that he had made the mistake of underestimating the enemy.
"Withdraw, withdraw in an orderly manner."
At the sound of the trumpet, the enemy troops retreated slowly.
Only then did the soldiers of the death battalion in the array relax.
After their minds are relaxed, they feel like they are in hell.
"So we can do it too?"
Looking at the piles of corpses in front of me, a sense of pride arose spontaneously.
"Team up, drink water."
Zhao Youcai went to Yang Xuan's side.
"Mingfu."
"How much is the loss?"
Zhao Youcai lowered his head, "We lost more than thirty brothers!"
His voice was a little choked.
These are brothers who get along day and night. How can you not make him feel heartbroken?
A hand patted his shoulder.
"here you go!"
Zhao Youcai raised his head.
Yang Xuan nodded, "Tell my brothers that I am proud of them."
Zhao Youcai puffed up his chest and said, "Please rest assured, Ming Mansion. If the enemy breaks through, the villain will definitely die in battle. The villain will go now."
Yang Xuan glanced at the old thief in the array. He was bragging about something to the sergeants at the moment.
Wang Laoer asked curiously: "Lang Jun, there are so many of us, how can we not defeat them?"
Yang Xuan said: "This Tang Dynasty is sick."
The Tang Dynasty was once a heroic and invincible country. At that time, the people of the Tang Dynasty were proud of joining the army and killing enemies, and were proud of being awarded military merits. But all this changed when Li Yuan and his son came to power.
Li Yuan's rise to power was filled with the smell of blood. In order to stabilize the throne, father and son Li Yuan and Li Mi began a frantic purge. Then the court withered and the stars withered.
In order to cope with this situation, Li Yuan and his son began to use fan generals, that is, foreign generals, on a large scale. They believed that fan generals had no foundation and could only choose to be loyal to them and his son.
In recent years, not only generals, but also various related households. During the reign of their father and son, the Tang Dynasty dignitaries annexed land most crazily. Countless people lost their land, but taxes did not care whether you had land. So,
Countless people had to flee as a family in order to avoid paying taxes.
The military system collapsed immediately.
The collapse of the government military system will bring about the collapse of the military's combat effectiveness.
If it were fifty years ago, who among these alien races would have dared to bare their teeth at the Tang Dynasty?
But now a tribe dares to rob the grain road.
"The enemy is moving!"
Ahead, Nayin was roaring.
"There are hundreds of prisoners on the opposite side. They are human prisoners, not elite Tang troops. But you waited and attacked to no avail. Come back and howl like a girl. Go back and kill them all. Seize those armors and long bows. It's all you.
Yes, I swear not to take any of it."
The way these tribes maintain their fighting power is still very primitive, but it is extremely useful.
Looking at pairs of red eyes, Nayin drew his sword, "We are a pack of wolves, and the Tang people in front are the lambs. The lambs are fat, but they have to be cut with a long knife. Go and seize your honor and the lambs!"
The tribal warriors turned around, their eyes red and their noses snorting.
The confidant whispered: "The leader's words made even my blood boil."
"How about the opposite side?" Nayin raised his head and looked towards the opposite side.
Yang Xuan stretched out his hand, "Big flag!"
The flag bearer behind him hesitated and handed the flagpole over.
Yang Xuan raised the flag with one hand and thrust it hard, and the flagpole was inserted into the ground.
The wind blows.
The big flag is ringing!
I'm right here!
Never take a step back!
The death camp raised their spears high.
"Wan Sheng!"
Amid the cheers, Nayin raised his hand and said coldly: "I want that big flag as a trophy!"
"Attack!"
The enemy troops attacked.
"Hold the formation!"
Zhao Youcai was shouting.
"Archer!"
The sergeant at the back unfurled his bow and nocked an arrow.
"Fire the arrow!"
The enemy troops fell sparsely, and the remaining ones sped up.
"kill!"
The old thief had no difficulty in assassinating people and succeeded frequently.
But this wave of attacks came hard and fast.
The enemy troops charged and killed without fear of death.
The old thief is like the mainstay here, and the enemy soldiers hit his head with blood.
A general noticed him, pointed at him and shouted: "Kill him!"
Immediately, the pressure on the old thief increased greatly.
An enemy was assassinated by an old thief with a spear. He howled in agony and hugged the gun barrel tightly. The old thief drew the gun, and with a snap, the spear broke.
"Kick him to death!"
Someone cheered.
call!
A mace came roaring.
The enemy who threw the mace watched helplessly...
The old thief caught the mace with one hand and only needed to say thank you.
Woo!
The mace whizzed past, crushing the enemy's head in front of him, like a watermelon being ripped open.
Red and white are flying all over the sky.
"Cool!"
The old thief is fighting hard.
The sergeant beside him on the left assassinated one person. Just as he was about to put away his gun, an enemy threw the long knife in his hand, then climbed up, holding a short knife, and pierced his shoulder along the gap in the armor.
The sergeant howled miserably and knelt on one knee.
He held the handle of the knife with one hand, gritted his teeth and pushed it out.
The enemy freed up his right hand and hit him hard on the head.
The sergeant's eyes turned red and he shouted wildly, "My name is Nima!"
He threw his head back and bumped forward.
Boom!
The enemy was caught off guard and was stunned by this attack.
But he still held the handle of the knife in his hand and was about to stab it.
The mace on the side roared towards him.
"Go back!" the old thief shouted.
But the sergeant struggled to stand up and shouted with red eyes: "Death camp!"
"Fight to the death!"
Amidst the shouts, the enemy in front felt that they had encountered a wall.
The impassable wall!
The old thief took a step forward and swept the mace across, causing the three enemies to fall.
Just as he was about to take back the mace, an arrow came quietly.
Penetrated his thigh.
The old thief's body stagnated, and the enemies in front cheered.
They tried many times to break the formation of the death camp, but every time an opportunity arose, the old thieves would take a step forward and sweep through the entire army to boost their morale.
An enemy jumped up into the air and struck him on the head with a big stick in his hand.
The old thief raised his mace to block, and with a bang, the stick broke into two pieces.
An enemy rushed over from behind his companion and threw the short knife in his hand viciously.
The enemy who lost his big stick also shouted, rushed over and hugged the old thief.
The old thief grabbed the man's arms, pulled hard, and then smashed him out.
The short knife pierced the side of his waist. The old thief felt severe pain in his waist and couldn't help but scream miserably.
"ah!"
The old thief knocked down the sneak attack enemy with his hands and staggered back a step.
He raised his eyes, and his sight blurred by blood saw the grinning enemies charging towards him like crazy.
"retreat!"
Someone shouted from behind.
But the old thief knows he can't retreat!
He is the representative of Lang Jun. Once he retreats, his morale will also be gone.
He gasped and smiled bitterly.
It turns out that battle formation really has nothing to do with cultivation!
He caught a glimpse of Lang Jun.
Lang Jun is looking at this place, are you ready to come?
But Langjun can’t move!
Once it moves, it means the defeat of this battle... The death battalion that has lost its reserve will be worn down by the enemy's reserve cavalry.
What should I do?
The old thief's mind was confused for a moment, and countless pictures emerged...
The Yi Niang who often bullied him, but always remembered to prepare a thick quilt for him to suppress Lao Han's legs.
That old Cao who often despises him, but no one likes to chat with him.
The second one who always competes with him for eating meat.
And the husband who would not abandon him even if he died!
"ah!"
He took a step forward.
An enemy swooped over.
The old thief dragged a lame leg, his mace flying.
Boom!
The enemy flew out sideways.
"Breakthrough!" someone on the right shouted.
But it was difficult to reinforce the surrounding area for a while.
"Get out of the way!"
The old thief just dragged his lame leg and rushed into the middle of the enemy army.
In the encirclement, blood shot out like heavy rain.
The enemies flew out from time to time, or fell to the ground howling miserably.
A few moments.
There was no one standing around anymore.
Only a bloody man stood in the middle.
He held the mace high.
Shout loudly at the array.
"Death camp!"
The hoarse voice echoed across the battlefield.
in the array.
The spear was raised high.
A forest of spears!
No turning back!
Countless sounds gathered together, like a roaring mountain and a tsunami.
"Fight to the death!"
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