Chapter 808: The Wolf King among the Prairie Wolf Kings
At this moment, the situation of the car formation at the rear also affects the eyes of Ma Yue and Yuvroud who are fighting in the front...
A general is the courage of an army. This sentence was not wrong at all in the Han Dynasty. Only those who dare to be cruel to others are only superficial fierceness. Only those who are cruel enough to themselves can become a true warrior.
When yellow dust arose in the desert, it would be false to say that he was not worried. Yuvluo had been holding more than a thousand tribesmen captive, and did not participate in the battlefield with Xianbei not far away, just because he was worried about what might happen. Another Xianbei force emerged from the south, but he was in a terrible situation with no reserves available.
Now, although Yuvluo is less threatened by the Xianbei army, the Feiqian Army in the rear is facing the biggest crisis at the moment.
"Don't retreat!" Yuvrou whispered softly.
In a cavalry battle, if even the space for galloping is compressed, it would be worse than infantry!
Hufrault, who has been leading cavalry in battles and wandering all over the world since he was a child, has a sensitivity to commanding cavalry that is as natural as breathing.
Xianbei presses from the rear. If Fei Qian retreats here, it will certainly relieve a lot of pressure on Fei Qian, but once the army retreats, it will not be so easy to contain the army without sufficient psychological preparation. Maybe the retreat will turn into a rout!
Even if they can hold it back after running here, there is Xianbei in front and Xianbei in the rear. The space is getting smaller and smaller, and the cavalry will run slower and slower. How can we fight this battle?
Yuvrouo kept his eyes fixed on the rear. In the midst of the hustle and bustle, he saw that Fei Qian's flag had not moved at all. He was obviously going to form a formation to fight and had no intention of retreating. He couldn't help but clapped his hands and exclaimed: "Good! What a good Fei Zhonglang!" "
Seeing that Fei Qian neither blindly faced the enemy nor retreated timidly, but stubbornly chose to fight, Humphrey felt a little relieved.
"Chanyu, do you want to...send some people back to rescue?"
They are also bitter and cold men on the grassland. Although the Southern Xiongnu lost their vigor for a time, they seemed to have regained their confidence after defeating Xianbei Youda Danghu. In addition, the number of Southern Xiongnu is now greater than that of Xianbei. With more than a thousand people, there is still a certain advantage in the situation, so it is not impossible to send some troops back...
"Return to aid?"
Yufro looked at the Southern Huns who were fighting fiercely with the Xianbei cavalry in front, and hesitated a little. It was not that Yufro had any prejudice against Fei Qian, but that Yufro wanted to weigh whether returning reinforcements was worth it...
"Zhonglang, do you... need help?"
Humphrey frowned tightly, looked back to the north, and murmured to himself.
Now we have a mutually beneficial relationship with Fei Qian. If we don't return reinforcements, if Fei Qian's Chinese army cannot defend and is captured by the Xianbei army, and the central commander falls, although he still has an advantage on the battlefield, he has They were sure to evacuate before the Xianbei came from behind, but this would also cut off the path for the Southern Xiongnu to rise and grow again.
Humphrey's eyes were changing and he had difficulty making a decision.
Hufrault has also been a leader for many years, and he knows that fighting between soldiers relies on bloody courage. If you worry about gains and losses before going into battle, you will be destined to be massacred by the enemy!
It's not impossible to return reinforcements, but once reinforcements are returned, if you don't come back too little, it's like beating a dog with meat and bones. It has no effect. If you come in too much, your battlefield will definitely be greatly affected, and the fighting time will be affected. It will drag on longer, which means that your own people will suffer more damage.
All kinds of thoughts were running through Yuvrou's mind.
Fei Qian must be supported. The commander of the Chinese army cannot die! If he dies, the three armies will be shaken. If he is completely defeated, his plan to become king will be in vain!
However, his own tribe finally began to suppress Xianbei and fight. At this time, he sent his soldiers back. Under the circumstances, once the Xianbei people regained their composure, the advantage they had won so far would be in vain. Sometimes even a victory will only be a miserable victory!
Before there is any place to rely on, if one of his tribesmen dies, one is missing. Besides, won't the Xianbei army be prepared for the attack from behind? Maybe some of the troops are being allocated to wait for work and wait for their tribesmen to run away with all their horsepower. Go back to rescue Fei Qian!
This place is nearly twenty miles away from Feiqian's Chinese army. We can see the yellow dust lingering like a coiling dragon, but we can't see the flag of Feiqian's Chinese army, and we can't hear whether there is a horn for help.
In marching operations, there are no complicated communication signals. Flags and golden drums, plus the horns of the barbarians, are the main means of communication and orders. But now, even if we send people to the rear to check, it will still be delayed every time. A lot of time...
Fei Zhonglang, can you hold on?
The moment when I defend my place and defeat the Xianbei army and achieve complete victory?
When he was undecided, Humphrey suddenly saw a group of people galloping from the rear. Although the number was not large, they were heavily armored and menacing. They pressed over like a moving fortress, and a battle flag with Chinese characters splashed across the array. The ones stretching in the wind are exactly the Xiliang cavalry led by Zhang Ji!
"Ah...haha, hahahaha..." Yufro suddenly smiled and praised again, "As expected of the Fei Zhonglang! As expected of the courageous and knowledgeable Fei Zhonglang!"
"Did you see it? This is what Fei Zhonglang means!"
Yufuluo drew his sword into his hand, pointed at Zhang Ji's cavalry troops who were heading toward Ma Yue, and shouted to the surrounding Southern Huns: "Zhonglang dislikes our slowness! Descendants of China! Is it possible?" The knife is rusty, can't it chop off the head of a Xianbei dog? The glory of the Huns depends on us for our immortality! Sons, don't let the Han people compete!"
"Oh oh oh..." Encouraged by Yuvluo, the Southern Huns shouted loudly, and many even beat their chests with their fists.
Yuvluo looked around, raising his sword high, with a murderous look on his face, "A few decades ago, the Xianbei people were just dogs under the knees of our Huns! Now, today, the sons of China, use the swords and guns in your hands to come Tell these mongrel dogs that the grassland still belongs to the Huns! The bravest men on the grassland are still the descendants of our China! Kill! Go forward! Go forward! Raise your swords and guns, sons and daughters, follow me and kill these groups Xianbei dog!”
At this moment, Huvroud pressed his last reserve team without any reservation.
While running, Yu Fuluo looked back at the rolling yellow dust behind him, and said silently in his heart: "Fei Qian, Fei Zhonglang! If you can go forward as boldly as you do today without flinching, I, Yu Fuluo, will Luo, it doesn’t matter if I recognize you as the wolf king among wolf kings! The premise is... you have to survive!"
Today is actually Christmas... Actually, this foreign devil's holiday is not interesting... Really... It's just a reminder that the year is coming to an end again... Happy leftover eggs! So I'm eating egg fried rice today You can only eat food, not eggs, please remember...
