In an instant, Han Qing felt that the hairs all over his body were standing on end.
He has seen blood in the past, and during his escape, he often faced fewer enemies than more. However, never once did he feel so nervous and so excited.
The thunderous sound of war drums was like magic, causing his adrenaline hormone secretion to accelerate. And the cold wind passing by his ears made him feel like wings were growing in his ribs.
Before he could figure out the specific reasons for these feelings, the four-wheeled vehicle under his feet had begun to move forward slowly. Then, he found that the entire military formation was slowly moving forward.
No one spoke, and no one looked around like him.
At this moment, every person in the military formation seemed to have turned into a mechanical part.
And all the parts formed a huge chariot. Accompanied by the sound of drums and the sound of wind, it rumbled forward and was bound to crush all obstacles to pieces.
The Red Lotus believers on the opposite side became increasingly panicked.
Those who were slowly retreating suddenly turned around and fled in a hurry. Those who were looking around immediately dropped their weapons and joined the fleeing team.
Some backbones of the Red Lotus sect waved their weapons to threaten the escapees, trying to drive them back to the team, but to no avail.
There were also a few fanatics who swung their weapons and struck the fleeing people on their heads.
However, there were too many escapees, and the surrounding terrain was too empty. They could only cut down one or two people at most, and the surrounding area became empty.
The clan leaders who were divided into two factions quickly went their separate ways.
Most of the clan leaders chose to leave, leaving only a few who decided to stay and fight back with the elites of the Red Lotus Sect.
The three hundred elites of the Red Lotus Sect on horseback decisively chose to attack Zuoying, the forward of the Suppression Army.
They are cavalry, and only by running fast can they exert impact and deterrence. If they continue to stand still, it is equivalent to sitting still and waiting for death.
"Woo-wu-wu-wu-wu-" The shrill horn horn sounded in the center of the cavalry team, low and long, with an obvious exotic melody.
The cavalry immediately shouted and began to accelerate, and the smoke and dust brought up by the horses' hooves surged up like a tornado.
Those who had not decided whether to escape or not, and some of the escapees, turned their heads and watched. In an instant, their hearts were suddenly filled with courage.
In their eyes, the momentum created by the three hundred cavalry was undoubtedly much higher than that of the three hundred infantry who were slowly pressing forward from the opposite side.
And if the Red Lotus Sect wins this battle, it is inevitable that they will not settle accounts with those who deserted.
In this case, there is no harm in waiting a little longer for both parties to decide the winner.
Anyway, there are only about 500 officers and soldiers in total, and they are not familiar with the surrounding terrain. Even if the Red Lotus Sect loses, just find a ravine and drill into it, and it will be like finding a needle in a haystack.
The number of people with this idea soon became more and more. Including some clan leaders who had decided to leave, they also took their mounts with them from a distance.
For a time, thousands of pairs of eyes were staring at the center of the battlefield, staring at the two teams that were rapidly approaching each other. They refused to blink their eyelids despite the cold wind blowing them to tears.
As soon as a war horse starts running, its speed is much faster than human legs. In just seven or eight finger snaps, the Red Lotus elites have narrowed the distance between themselves and their opponents to within a hundred steps.
"Dong dong dong dong..." The sound of war drums coming from the opposite side seemed to be irritated, and it became more and more urgent and passionate. It was intertwined with the sound of horns, shouts and the sound of horse hooves, filling the world.
All gaps are unavoidable.
"Can the armored and long-axe soldiers in the van withstand the full charge of the war horses?" Standing on the four-wheeled drum cart, Han Qing was tortured by various sounds at the same time. Han Qing was so nervous that even his fingers turned pale.
Now, he regrets very much that he has been focusing on practicing martial arts since time travel, but he has ignored other knowledge in the memory of his former owner.
If during the inspection of Jinniu Village, he had gone through the memory of his former master about the art of war and battle formations, even just a little bit, he wouldn't be so nervous now.
However, it is definitely too late to sharpen your weapons before the battle.
Now, he can only hope that Zhang Huan, the Duke of Yu, will not be Zhao Kuo who lacks actual combat experience. What's more, he hopes that when the enemy cavalry rushes to his side, he will still have the strength to pull out the Tang Sword from his waist.
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Just when he was so nervous that he almost suffocated, the drumming around him stopped suddenly. Then, a crisp whistle followed his ears and penetrated into his mind.
Han Qing's eyes instantly began to light up, and all the previous noise was shattered by this whistle.
The next moment, the world in front of him began to darken again. In his ears, the sound of bowstrings sounded like heavy rain, "Keng, Keng, Keng, Keng..."
Hundreds of feather arrows soared into the sky around him, and together with the flowing clouds in the sky, blocked the sunlight above his head.
Followed closely by hundreds more.
The speed of the cavalry charging from the opposite side obviously slowed down. Two waves of feather arrows fell from mid-air, like hailstones, covering more than half of their team!
Not many people were hit by arrows, and even fewer fell off their horses.
Most of the arrows landed in the open space between the cavalry, making it seem as if countless white mushrooms suddenly grew on the ground.
Because of the effect of the armor, even if the cavalry is unfortunately hit by an arrow, they will not be fatally injured. If they fall off the horse, they will be trampled alive by their own mounts.
Therefore, most of the cavalrymen who were hit by arrows tried their best to keep their bodies on the saddle. The mounts under their crotches continued to gallop forward with the large group of people, leaving behind them a string of bright red.
drops of blood.
The blood droplets were quickly covered by the loess brought up by the horse's hooves and disappeared.
In fact, Han Qing was very suspicious because he didn't see any blood at all. The so-called red color was entirely an illusion caused by nervousness.
At this moment, what he could really see clearly and be sure of was the overall size and actions of the enemy army.
It was reduced by less than 10%, and after the speed stagnated slightly, it started to increase again.
The enemy's cries became louder and louder, and it would not be an exaggeration to describe them as howling like ghosts or wolves.
"Squeak——" Another whistle sounded, making Han Qing's ears feel silent again.
Immediately afterwards, two more waves of feather arrows hit the oncoming cavalry. The effect was even worse than the last time.
The distance between the enemy and ourselves is less than sixty steps. For war horses, it only takes about ten seconds.
Han Qing decisively stopped looking at the situation on the other side and quickly drew his sword, preparing for a fierce battle. However, only halfway through, a third whistle sounded in his ears, "Chi-chi--"
This one is far longer than the previous two.
Han Qing subconsciously looked up, but did not see the spectacular scene of the arrow flying into the sky.
The clouds were moving at high speed in the sky, and the sunlight was blindingly bright.
His eyes quickly moved down, and he looked at the front of his military formation, only to find that the entire military formation had stopped advancing.
The strong men covered in iron armor walking at the front of the team squatted down one by one. The ax guns in their hands turned from vertical to slant, and the spears were stabbed into the ground. The spear points and ax blades were pointed diagonally.
On the opposite side.
"How can we stop the cavalry with just forty armored axemen?" In an instant, Han Qing was filled with doubts.
However, before he could turn his attention to Zhang Huan, another whistle sounded. Immediately afterwards, the crossbowmen in front of the drum truck all pulled the triggers.
"Stretch!" Several crossbow strings were played at the same time, crisp and clear like firecrackers.
The sharp crossbow arrows passed over the heads of the armored men who had just squatted down, and shot straight at the cavalry horses.
The oncoming cavalry team suddenly collapsed inward. More than ten Red Lotus elites who were rushing at the front fell off their horses at the same time.
Red blood light shot into the sky. This time, Han Qing could be sure that what he saw was not an illusion.
Cavalry pursues speed, and neither humans nor horses usually wear heavy armor.
The Red Lotus Sect currently does not have the ability to create a cavalry with both men and horses wearing heavy armor.
The armor-breaking ability of crossbow arrows far exceeds that of bows and arrows. Especially at close range, it can almost penetrate leather armor and people!
If a war horse running at high speed falls to the ground with a crossbow, the owner on its back will definitely be thrown off.
Those who fall off their horses will surely die.
Even if he wasn't thrown to death on the spot, he still couldn't escape the hooves of his own people.
"Woo woo, woo woo, woo woo woo..." The horn sounded in time to remind the cavalry not to forget their mission.
The team, which was clearly in chaos, began to recover at a speed visible to the naked eye. The elites of the Red Lotus Sect rode their horses over the corpses of their companions, accelerating for the third time.
Their losses have not been great, and so far, they have not lost more than fifty people.
They were only about forty steps away from the officers and soldiers. With a few leaps of war horses, they and the weapons in their hands could be sent to the heads of the officers and soldiers.
However, these short forty steps suddenly became extremely long.
"Squeak--" Along with the shrill whistle, hundreds of feather arrows once again covered the area where the cavalry were.
This time, the effect was far better than the previous rounds!
Immediately afterwards, another round!
What was even more terrifying than the arrows covering their heads was that the crossbowmen in the official army actually bent down calmly under their eyes, stepped on the crossbow arm with their feet, and used all their strength to open the crossbow again!
"Strength!" The second round of crossbow arrows shot straight, and was executed quickly.
More than two dozen cavalrymen fell off their horses in response. The charging speed of the elite Red Lotus Sect slowed down again and almost came to a standstill.
Most of the elites instinctively turned their horses' heads and tried to go around to the side of the officers and soldiers. A few with extraordinary courage rode their horses over Pao Ze's body and continued to charge towards the officers and soldiers, only to encounter a new round of feather arrows.
When all the arrows fell, they were less than ten steps away from the army.
No matter whether it was a new round of feather arrows or a third round of crossbow arrows, there was no time to stop them. The elites of the Red Lotus on horseback roared and raised their weapons.
However, what made them extremely surprised and disappointed was that the war horses under their crotches, facing the stationary armored and long-axe soldiers, took the initiative to slow down and even adjusted their directions on their own.
Unless it undergoes rigorous training for a long time, the fear of sharp objects in wild animals is an insurmountable instinct.
As a highly intelligent animal, the war horse can judge what will happen if it collides with the "iron lump".
Therefore, they decisively take the owners on their backs to avoid danger.
On the battlefield, the time that determines life and death is often just a few snaps of the fingers.
At the moment when the elite members of the Red Lotus Sect, led by their own mounts, stopped or turned around, the infantry of the armored army who was half kneeling on the ground had already picked up the long ax with both hands and swept across with all their strength.
"Crack!" Blood splashed, and dozens of horse legs rose into the air following the shadow of the axe.
