"Drive..." Zhang Bianjun led ten thousand cavalry towards Zheng Guoxiong's camp.
"Quick! Faster—"
According to the situation reported by Tan Ma, Zheng Guoxiong's camp was in flames and the entire army was defeated. Zhang Bianjun was not willing to challenge his opponent who finally showed his head. After killing the Jin infantry under the city, he retreated back to Ziyang City. So he raised his sword and galloped his horse and ordered the whole army to rush towards Ziyang City.
The roaring iron cavalry galloped across the ground, and the thundering sound of horse hooves shocked everyone!
Wu Boniu looked calmly at the crowded Jin cavalry group hundreds of steps away. Under the bright moonlight, the ten thousand cavalry were clearly visible like a torrent.
Zhang Bianjun arrived one step earlier, one step earlier than Shen Wanshan. That meant that he was one step closer to taking credit. Although he already knew that Zheng Guoxiong's infantry was falling apart, and even Zheng Guoxiong himself almost escaped from the camp. came, but Zhang Bianjun didn't take it to heart at all.
He didn't think that the Song army, which had been fighting hard for many days, would still have the strength to stop the thunderous blow of his 10,000 cavalry after fighting hard to defeat Zheng Guoxiong's army. Moreover, a phoenix with fallen feathers is not as good as a chicken. Defeat, demotion and demotion have become a foregone conclusion. The Commander-in-Chief is no longer the true Commander-in-Chief. Zhang Bianjun, who is looking forward to further advancement, will not really take him seriously.
He even thought that Zheng Guoxiong's troops were defeated well. If he was defeated, all the credit would be his own. He would give a portion of it to Shen Wanshan in the end.
After several days of preparation and constant recuperation, he finally waited for the arrival of the Jin army's cavalry. The fighting spirit was like a burning fire, roiling in Wu Boniu's heart.
Outside the camp, there were a few iron caltrops scattered randomly, a broken fence, and a line of defense barely set up by horse-drawn carriages in the camp. This is Wu Boniu Camp's only defense in the burning Jin army camp. fortifications.
However, these extremely simple defenses required Wu Boniu Battalion to use them to resist the impact of more than 20,000 Jin cavalry, and to attract their full attention.
"Come on!" Wu Boniu was full of confidence, looking at the Jin army's cavalry holding torches and galloping outside the camp, like a rolling fire dragon, circling and tightly twisting the camp in the middle. The harsh whistling sounds, It was like an invisible sledgehammer, hitting the hearts of the Song army hard one after another.
This is a deliberate intimidation. The sound of tens of thousands of cavalry galloping will frighten those with weak minds just by the sound.
But one thing happened to Zhang Bianjun. He forgot that the Song troops in Wu Boniu Camp were no longer the rookies they were when the war first started. They had experienced battles in life and were already veterans on the battlefield. This This kind of deterrence is useful for newbies on the battlefield, but it is of extremely little use to veterans.
The time turned to a quarter of an hour ago, when Zhu Biao failed to chase Zheng Guoxiong and came back from the horse fight.
Wu Boniu, Zhang Fuyang, Zhang He, Chen An, even the personal barracks where the captain was injured, and Shang Pingnan came forward to squeeze in front of Zhu Biao. Everyone stared at Zhu Biao and Zhu Biao's general.
The risk of staying behind in the Jin army camp to resist the Jin army's cavalry is not small, but the credit is just right. If we can survive this tonight, then after returning to Kaizhou, everyone is certain that Zhonglang will move forward. It's not impossible to move one step further.
No one is willing to give up this opportunity!
But in the end, Zhu Biao ordered Wu Boniu. At that time, Wu Boniu's face turned red, and a sense of pride and excitement suddenly rose in his heart. Zhu Biao trusted him so much. How could he live up to Zhu Shuai's high expectations? Today
Even if Wan himself spent all his battalion heads, he still wanted to hold on to the Jin camp and hold on to all the Jin cavalry.
A different kind of aura rose up on Wu Boniu, and gradually the army commanders chatting quietly behind him became quiet. Looking at Wu Boniu above, everyone suddenly felt a spiritual pressure, yes, pressure.
.It is not a "tiger's body shakes, the king's aura flourishes", but a kind of tenacity, determination, and a momentum that gradually rises without regrets. It is the condensation of a strong fighting spirit, sandwiched by a relentless drive.
The determination to regret overflowed through Wu Boniu's majestic body.
"Ding Sima." Wu Boniu said in a deep voice: "Take your troops as the front and guard the gate."
"Take the order!" Ding Desheng responded after hearing this.
"Hu Sima. Order your troops to be the left troops and guard the left flank of the camp."
"Yan Sima, your troops are the rear army, mainly guarding the rear guard of the camp, and taking care of the safety of the right wing of the camp. I will assign you another hundred crossbowmen to dispatch. The remaining troops will follow me to guard the central army."
"Yes." A group of soldiers and horses behind him shouted in unison.
Ding Desheng, Hu Ji, and Yan Huaili immediately ordered their soldiers and horses and rushed to their respective positions.
After walking around the military camp, Zhang Bianjun smiled. The iron-hard face was full of cruel sneers, "A dilapidated camp with drafts on all sides, with five or six thousand soldiers, still wants to stop my ten thousand cavalry."
Trampled?" He waved his hand contemptuously, and upon receiving the signal, the entourage immediately blew the horn of attack.
For a moment, ear-splitting shouts resounded throughout the world.
"Rush..."
"Kill..."
The dull sound of bowstrings was heard, followed by the sound of dense arrow feathers piercing the sky, sharp arrows piercing the sky, as if thousands of bees were buzzing, this was Wu Boniu's camp's counterattack.
Zhang Bianjun looked back and cursed secretly, but he also knew that the best way for infantry to deal with cavalry was with crossbows.
The sound of "beep" was heard continuously, and arrow feathers fell one after another on the heads of the charging Jin cavalry. "Tap..." The wooden beep of the arrows piercing the leather shields continued to be heard.
Naturally, there were people among the Jin cavalry who were skilled in bows and horses. After escaping this wave, they immediately bent their bows and set arrows to fight back. The first focus of the Jin army's attack was the original camp gate. Now there was naturally no obstacle. Only the Song Dynasty
A barrier pulled up by a military carriage. The arrows were nailed into the wooden carriage one by one, or were nailed deeply into the soil, with only a small half of the arrow exposed. Some sharp arrows even passed over the carriage and landed behind.
On the broken barrier between the camps, the sharp arrow clusters hit the rocks hard. Dazzling sparks were splashed, and a boom-boom sound was made at the same time. Then the arrowheads bounced away and fell under the barrier, and more
The sharp arrows that were shot here were shot deeply into the broken barrier.
From time to time, a crossbowman who was hit by an arrow fell down, but the gap was immediately blocked by another soldier, and the shooting was still serious and intensive.
Outside the camp, sharp arrows falling like a curtain of rain neatly killed the Jin army's cavalry, and bursts of screams kept reaching the Song army's ears from outside the camp.
It's getting closer, getting closer.
The sound of war drums was beating in the middle camp. Ding Desheng, who heard the drums, immediately shouted loudly. In an instant, three hundred companies of crossbowmen hidden behind were revealed on the carriage. They were lined up in three rows with flat-end crossbows in front of their chests. At this moment, the crossbowmen were
The soldiers were like musketeers in the early days of hot weapons. They closed one eye tightly and stared at the mountain with the other. Then the sound of "bang bang" became loud, and iron arrows shot through the air one after another. The Song army's counterattack was still quite sharp.
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"Whoosh!" The sound of the crossbow arrows breaking through the air was like the King of Hell's soul-chasing order. The neatly lined up Jin cavalry were like dumplings, falling off their horses row by row.
In just a dozen breaths, three rows of crossbowmen finished firing. The Jin cavalry on the battlefield seemed to have experienced a catastrophic blow, changing from a strong momentum to a state of disarray. It can be said that the battle formations are constantly changing!
But the reloading of the repeating crossbow is too troublesome. If you want to achieve this: reload when the empty one is empty, continue to fire when the full one is full, reload when the empty one is full, and fire when the full cannon is loaded. In this way, even if there is no shortage of cannon fire all day long, there will never be any failure to discharge all the cannons.
Without the loss of artillery, at least six rows are needed. Therefore, after three rows of crossbowmen fired, the fire went out.
Zhang Bianjun almost spit out a mouthful of blood. He had no idea that the Song Army would have so many repeated crossbowmen. The cost of making repeated crossbows was too expensive. Generally, they were not deployed in the army of the country. Even the Jin Army's shooting battalion only had
He will be equipped with a small amount. But now, what he has in front of him is only a part of the Song army, with five or six thousand troops and 300 companies of crossbowmen. The pockmarks are not called pockmarks, they are called traps.
Looking at the dead bodies everywhere with a sad face, Qianerlang, three rows of repeating crossbows and the baptism of arrows were broken like this. Zhang Bianjun didn't know at all that the number of repeating crossbows in the Song Army at the moment had reached a *
* The army has become an organized state. And so many repeated crossbows are entirely sent by the Jin army who worked tirelessly to deliver them to the Prince's Army. But out of habit, Zhang Bianjun attributed this failure to the despicability of the Song army.
His eyes were filled with blood, and he secretly swore to himself in his heart that he would cut all the Song troops into pieces in order to relieve the hatred in his heart.
After all, he was a veteran in the army. Zhang Bianjun quickly calmed down his mood. After comforting the retreating soldiers, he took his army officers, horses, and military lords under his tent and ran around the camp again, observing them carefully.
In the situation of the Jin army's camp, it would be too monotonous to charge at the gate alone. It would be better to attack the left and right together, encircling three and missing one.
And this way, my own cavalry can cope with it. To the south, boom, boom, boom, Shen Wanshan's troops are already there, so I'd better eat the Song army in the camp first.
Wu Boniu camp had so many repeating crossbows in hand, and Zhang Bianjun had a new idea in his mind. He felt that Wu Boniu camp was to cut off the rear of the Song army. His troops were stationed here, so he could not bypass them and continue.
To pursue the Song army that had not completely retreated into the West City.
Because the distance between the military camp and Ziyang City is too short, only three or four miles long, if I abandon the enemy in the military camp and pursue the main force of the Song Army, then the Song Army can surround itself in the middle once the two sides join together.
At first, Zhang Bianjun had the idea of using the Song army in the military camp as bait to lure the Song army in Ziyang City to come out for rescue. But looking at the armaments of the Song army, he was probably an abandoned son.
Anyway, the Song army completely destroyed Zheng Guoxiong's camp. Not only did it kill the remaining troops of Zheng Guoxiong, but they also burned all the equipment and military supplies in the camp. Anyway, from tomorrow onwards, the Song army in the city can live a good life.
The days have passed until the King of Jin transports ordnance to Ziyang again.
Based on this calculation, one unit is used to protect the main force of one's own army. Previously, a group of troubles outside the city were solved. This kind of calculation is very profitable, and the Song Army is very cost-effective.
Zhang Bianjun, who had clearly seen the Song Army's plan, of course hoped to enter the battle to deal with the enemy in the barracks before Shen Wanshan's troops joined... (To be continued. Please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel is better and updated. quick!)
