Chapter 1203 How long is the agreed statute of limitations?
Han Sui gave an order, and the large group of troops that had already been deployed rushed towards the Feiqian camp like a rushing river.
Han Sui looked at the galloping troops and horses, and for some reason suddenly remembered the scene during the evacuation at Fanxudao Road. The screams of his own soldiers who were at Fanxudao Road seemed to ring in his ears...
Han Sui shook his head to regain his composure. The images and screams suddenly disappeared, and everything became normal.
Yes, everything is normal.
Today, we must take revenge, and we must kill more soldiers of the Zhengxi soldiers to take revenge. Han Sui seemed to see the camp in front of him being breached, and the soldiers of the Zhengxi army screamed under the iron hooves of his son, as if he saw countless stars.
The enemy's heads were flying in front of his eyes, as if he could smell the strong smell of blood that made him happy.
Han Sui raised his sword and shouted loudly: "Kill! Kill them!"
Han Sui's soldiers also shouted: "Kill! Kill!"
The roar of galloping horses, accompanied by a roar like thunder, surged towards Fei Qian's camp front line, threw himself in front of Xu Huang, and blew up the few strands of hair on his forehead that were not tucked into his helmet.
"Mountain!"
Xu Huang shouted loudly, and then looked at the rushing Qiang cavalry standing up on their horses, "Shield! Raise the shield!"
Long arrows shot into the camp like raindrops.
The swordsmen and shieldmen in the front row raised their shields high, and the arrows landed on the shields. Some of them stuck diagonally on the shields, and some bounced to the side due to the angle of the arrows.
"Wind! Strong wind!"
Following Xu Huang's order, the archers in the camp began to fight back against the Qiang cavalry, and a fierce battle finally began...
A Qiang cavalry's horse stepped into a small horse pit and fell to the ground with a neigh. However, the Qiang man on the horse was lucky not to be crushed under the horse, nor did he hit a wooden stake or wooden stake on the ground.
It was not a stone, but like the gymnasts of later generations, it turned a hollow somersault in the air, stumbled, and landed safely.
"Aha!" The Qiang man looked at his body up and down in disbelief, and found that there was no damage at all. Even the sword in his hand was still firmly raised in the air. He couldn't help shouting, "The Aries God protects you."
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"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"
Before a Qiang man could calm down from the joyful mood of being protected by the Aries God, he heard someone shouting loudly from behind him. Before he could react, he only heard a "Kra" sound and his body was struck.
A war horse was knocked violently and flew away...
"Damn, there are so many rebels..." Han Sui gritted his teeth and stared at the Zhengxi camp in front of him.
There were still a lot of woodlands on the loess slopes of the Han Dynasty, and there were even a large number of oases in the Western Regions. The ancient Loulan Kingdom had only just been founded at this time, and lush woodlands and grasslands were still the main colors of this era. Because of this, we conquered West Fei.
There is no shortage of wood in the latent camp. In addition to vehicle formations and traps, there are also large and small horses to resist...
The military lord behind Han Sui was Han Sui's family member and a relatively close confidant. Seeing the situation in front of him, he couldn't help but said: "General, why don't you ask the Qiang people to drag these horses away?"
Han Sui raised his sword, pointed at the Juma Xuxu and said, "Have you seen the dirt bags next to the Juma pillars? They must have been hammered into the soil by the soldiers of the Western Expedition and then tamped down again. They want to drag these
It’s not easy, and it will also affect the charging formation, plus..."
Han Sui paused for a moment. Although he tried his best to search around Qishan, there were not many refugees captured. Therefore, after all the refugees were consumed, he could only rely on the Qiang people to fill these horse traps.
"In addition... if you drag the resisting horses, it will inevitably affect the charging array..." Han Sui continued, "...but I didn't expect that Zhengxi actually stationed in advance and did not move forward... But this
It doesn’t matter, it’s just a matter of spending more time... After passing the order, the rear army can bury the pots and cook, and after defeating the Western Camp and resisting the horses, it’s almost time to eat..."
The military lord responded, then turned around and gave the order.
When cooking in a pot, if the firewood is wet on a rainy day, there will inevitably be black smoke. Then when the black smoke rises straight into the sky, although the sky is gloomy today, it can be seen at least ten or twenty miles away...
Han Sui wiped the trace of blood remaining at the corner of his mouth and showed a cruel smile.
Battlefield saturation.
Maybe Han Sui didn't know this word, but it didn't prevent Han Sui from using it skillfully.
The infantry battle formation has resisting horses, and then they gather in the resisting horse formation to cover each other and cooperate to kill the enemy. The cavalry is involuntarily divided into fragmented and slow pieces in such an array, and then it is easy for the infantry to attack them.
Attack and kill in a circle.
Therefore, the only way to defeat an infantry battle formation with resisting horses like this is to pile up people, which exceeds the capacity of the infantry battle formation. The loss of the infantry battle formation is greater than the replacement. Once the infantry battle formation collapses,
, was the beginning of the cavalry killings.
The Qiang cavalry were like a tide, moving forward step by step. If those in front fell, those behind would catch up. They stepped on the bloody corpses, some directly collided with them, and some surrounded them.
The infantry fighting formation of Zheng Xifeiqian raised their swords and slashed wildly.
Displayed in front of Han Sui, the formation listed by Zhengxi Feiqian is a typical three-stage defensive position.
The first layer is the outermost layer, including large and small traps, antlers and caltrops, as well as some sporadic horse resistance, which mainly slows down the speed of the cavalry attack and hinders and divides the cavalry array.
The second level is the forward position where infantry and cavalry are combined to counterattack and kill cavalry.
The third level is the outer circle of the camp that relies on the vehicle array. It has a defense system composed of sentry towers and baggage vehicles. It is also the facility in the innermost circle.
Basically, traps, antlers and caltrops, etc., are the same as wooden horses. Most of them are disposable items in battle. Once destroyed, they are basically useless. Therefore, destroying these defenses
The length of time the equipment lasts has become the most critical factor in the success or failure of both parties.
When the Qiang cavalry offensive line came into contact with the second layer of defense system of Zhengxi Feiqian, they encountered a powerful blow from Zhengxi soldiers. The two sides fought back and forth like a see-saw over a spread area of about 700 meters.
Fight.
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More than fifty miles south of Feiqian's camp, several Qiang scouts climbed up a hillside, then pushed aside the leaves of the trees that blocked their view, and looked north.
The gloomy sky lacked enough light, and the further away you went, the less clearly you could see. Coupled with the humidity and haze, it was really difficult to see any specific changes in the distance.
"Look! Where is it!" Several sentry scouts tried hard to distinguish, and finally saw that the sky in the distance seemed to have some different colors...
"...Yes, this is indeed black smoke..." The scout captain carefully identified it for a moment and confirmed that there was something different in the distance. "Let's go back and report to the young commander!"
Several sentry scouts hurriedly climbed to the bottom of the mountain and reported to Ma Chao.
"Are you sure?" Ma Chao asked again, then his eyes wandered.
"Young Commander, then we..."
Ma Chao pondered for a moment and said: "Send some more scouts to investigate...for the rest, let's find a place to make a fire to cook..."
"Young Commander, didn't you agree to attack the Zhengxi rear camp and disrupt it when you see the black smoke?" asked a Han Sui commander next to him.
Ma Chao glanced at the village commander sideways and said: "Perhaps the scouts got it wrong about the weather? What's more, what if smoke rises while cooking in the Zhengxi camp? It would be better to do another detection. All we have to do is wait.
If this small amount of troops is exposed and Zhengxi is prepared in advance, wouldn't all the previous efforts be wasted?"
The village chief opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but when he saw that Ma Chao had turned and walked away, he finally handed over his hand and went down to carry out the order...
Ma Chao turned his head slightly and glanced at the village commander with the corner of his eye. Then he raised his head and looked at the gloomy sky. After a long time, he chuckled twice and said, "Promise?"
You only have a promise while you are alive. If you die, there will be no promise!
Didn't his father also have an agreement with Han Sui back then?
We cannot be born in the same year and on the same day, but we want to die in the same year and the same day?
Ha, promise...
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The Di people, also known as Banzhen barbarians, can be said to be the first batch of mountain soldiers. Apart from not being very good at riding horses, the Di people have few shortcomings. They are good at foot combat and are not bad at bows and arrows. When fighting,
He became famous because he liked to sing and dance at the same time, and he used wooden boards as a support to charge into battle.
"Your Majesty!" Several Di people pointed to the marks on the ground and said to the Di people Wang's nest, "Look at these horse hoof marks, they are all fresh... and the feces excreted in the grass were also found before... these
People haven’t been gone long!”
Wang Ke, a Di man, held a double-sided battle axe, scratched a tuft of hair on his head, pondered for a long time, and said to the chief of the Neiwu clan: "Although there are some conflicts between us and the Qiang people in this territory,
They don’t have much hatred... What the Qiang people want is pasture, and most of us are in the mountains, so we can’t get involved at all, so why do these Qiang people want to attack us?"
The head of the Neiwu clan said: "Your Majesty, this...I don't understand...but why does Your Majesty need to go out in person? Just send Du Yi to lead the team..."
Du Yi is a warrior of the new and younger generation of the Di people.
Wang Hu of the Di people shook his head and said: "You don't understand... It is precisely because I am the king of the Di people that I should stand up and seek justice for our sons... We have only a few sons.
After all, more than ten families have died! Forty or fifty people! Who has any hatred to do this! If I don't care, who will?"
What is a king?
If you can't provide protection for your subjects and stand up when your subjects suffer injustice, then what is the point of being called a king?
The angry king?
Since he is the king of the Di people, he naturally has no shirk of responsibility!
Although the Di man Wang Ke didn't understand many principles, he knew this very well, so he came.
The Di man Wang Ke waved his double-sided battle ax, watched the mark on the ground disappear in front of him, and said: "Let's go! Chase after him and see who has such courage!"
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Lidian, Maji Mountain.
The old man who was originally in the hall stood on the top of the mountain, his robes crackling in the mist of the mountain breeze. The average old man might not be able to stand steadily, but the old man still stood firmly on the rock.
It's like blending into the rocks.
"The patriarch..." A middle-aged man in black walked up behind the old man.
"Shu'er, you said..." the patriarch looked at the undulating mountains in the distance and said, "...did we do anything wrong back then?"
Meng Shu also cast his gaze into the distance and said: "Grand Chief, this... I don't know..."
The patriarch pointed to the mountain in the distance with his wooden stick and said: "When I was young, I carved a few words on this cliff... Now, they are completely invisible..."
"..." Meng Shu didn't quite understand what the old patriarch meant, so he didn't answer.
"It's only been a few decades..." the patriarch murmured.
In the past few decades, even the stone carvings that were so clear back then have been either covered with moss or eroded by wind and rain, and have completely disappeared. So nearly four hundred years later, will the obsession engraved in my heart still be the same as it was then?
Ordinarily shocking the world and unwavering?
"...This side of the world is too big..." The old patriarch looked up at the sky, "...This side of the world is too small... Shu'er, have you ever thought about going out and taking a look?"
"Grand patriarch?" Meng Shu held up his hands, not knowing how to answer.
The old patriarch is almost a mature person. How could he not know what Meng Shu was thinking? He nodded and said: "Yes, I understand... I thought about it when I was young. This is not a violation of the clan rules..."
Meng Shu hesitated for a moment and said: "Grand Chief, but... aren't we 'never going to serve in official positions'?"
"Well, yes," the patriarch nodded, then turned around and smiled, "But it's not you who said this... isn't it..."
"The patriarch!" Meng Shu was a little surprised.
The patriarch waved his hands and said: "Our ancestors believed that the First Emperor would one day wake up again and come again, and then he would summon us old ministers and go to the battlefield again... But, it has been four hundred years, and the First Emperor has been too asleep.
It’s been a long time… maybe I’ve forgotten how to wake up…”
"..." Meng Shu opened his eyes wide.
"I am a bad old man with the loess covering my neck. I am not afraid to see my ancestors after death. Even... if possible, I would also like to ask the First Emperor..." The patriarch looked up to the sky, as if he was looking towards the sky.
He asked, "...will the promise made by the emperor and his ministers at the court still count four hundred years later..."
"Does it still count?" The patriarch suddenly raised his arms and shouted to the heaven and earth.
"Does it still count..."
"Not bad..."
"return……"
Echoes echoed across the valley, and finally there was only silence.
