Seven hundred and eighty-ninth chapter eight golden lock array
"Brother Zhong, do you think Brother Six can really clean up Hu Di?"
"It's difficult! As far as we in Hedong are concerned, it's even harder than reaching the sky. But we will do whatever Brother Six says.
I don’t know if it’s possible to purge Hu Dicheng, but now we have to purge the subordinates of the thief Uwetuo, but it’s definitely possible——”
"You and I, flying geese from the south to the north, meet at Xiakou Mountain!" A strong hand slapped on the map, covering a large area, "All the wild dogs within the range, Xiakou Mountain This is their burial place!"
"Okay! I'll go south, you go north. Don't let any of them run away——"
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The same conversation not only appeared in the mouths of Zhu Zhong and Zhu Tong, but also in the mouths of Chen Mengren, Xia Yunzhuo, and Zhou Ziang. The three of them headed north to copy together. The meaning in everyone's heart was the same - don't let go. Live like a barbarian!
Zhu Biao led the infantry and the infantry battalion to stay at Yanran Mountain. After the injuries of the 3,000 seriously wounded soldiers were initially stabilized, he would select a small number of soldiers and horses to send the wounded soldiers back to Hedong. Then he would gather the west route cavalry, and then go north to join Chen Xia on Wednesday. Ministry. Then the troops marched to Dragon City!
"Ah, ah..."
"Don't bite your tongue! Open your mouth, open your mouth quickly, and give him a piece of cork to bite -"
"Hold it, press it firmly! Don't move it!"
"Don't cut my arm, kill me, kill me, ah..."
"Ah... you bastards, you bastards. Don't burn it. Don't burn it. Ah... I'm the son of a turtle. I'm the son of a turtle. I love you so much..."
Grotto, military medical camp.
The screams didn't stop for a moment. Buckets of cold water were sent into the grotto, and basins of bloody water were poured out. Seven more people died of pain in one night.
Zhu Biao's face turned gloomy. The price of victory was heavy, and behind the light was a rich darkness.
For soldiers, death is really not terrible; being disabled is more terrible. Veterans are not afraid of death, they are afraid of being disabled and waiting to die!
As long as there is a glimmer of hope, they are not willing to be disabled, even though Zhu Biao has allocated land to them and promised to support them for the rest of their lives.
A stretcher was carried out from the cave. The person on it was not breathing at all. The body was covered with white cloth. The faces of the two civilians carrying the stretcher were so pale that there was no trace of blood.
"Thanks for your hard work!"
"Commander... brothers... it's so miserable!"
Tears burst from the eyes of the two civilians. Zhu Biao picked up a piece of cloth with a width of two fingers and a half-foot long hanging on the cloth. The front of the cavalry's left battalion turned left and the center of the left battalion was long - —Wei Quan.
The military status and name of the deceased were written on the strip of cloth. It was just a strip of cloth.
The operating room was still that bloody place. When Zhu Biao walked in, the first thing he saw was still a large pot of boiling hot water, in which were boiled large and small objects, knives, and axes with sharp and sharp points. Clamps, pliers, hooks of various sizes, and silver needles were all boiled in boiling water.
In the stove under the cauldron, two soldering irons buried in the charcoal fire were being heated. Inside the cauldron, covered by a white curtain, a military doctor covered in blood was holding two soldering irons that had restored their iron color and smelled of burning. The soldering iron came from inside. This indispensable equipment for military doctors is still playing its role.
Whether it's an amputation or a rotten wound that cannot be stitched, a soldering iron is needed to help.
A layer of cloth curtain could not block the strong smell of blood in the operating room, but it could not suppress the stench of burnt flesh coming from inside.
"Commander..." A stretcher was carried out from inside. The big man on the stretcher was not unconscious, but was as weak as if he had collapsed. His lips were white. There was sweat on his forehead and face because he was burned by the red iron.
I burned the wound on my chest twice. The pain made even an iron man weak.
But fortunately, the big man's hands and feet were complete, which made Zhu Biao's heavy heart feel a little relieved.
"Lie down, don't talk. Recuperate in peace..."
When the master of the military medical camp knew that Zhu Biao was coming, he quickly rushed over and said, "Go back to the commander. There is still plenty of medicine, but there is a shortage of manpower and there are too many wounded.
Now the menial duties can only be done from top to bottom, focusing on the most important ones. For other tasks, the sergeants can be slowed down a little, focusing on controlling the injuries. As soon as the operating room is freed up, they will be replaced as soon as possible."
"How long will it take to turn it around?"
"I have worked overtime and non-stop, and the treatment will not be completed until tomorrow. It is best not to do anything for five days after the treatment. We will see the recovery situation after five days before making a decision."
"I understand. Go ahead. Three thousand wounded soldiers and three thousand lives are all thanks to you."
This is one of Zhu Biao's "out of tune" things. He didn't want casualties at all during the battle. After the battle, he saw the miserable state of the wounded soldiers, so he felt compassion for others. It's a paradox, and it's even more fake compassion! But it's true that he is
thoughts and feelings.
By the river at the foot of the mountain, crimson blood infected half of the river. The dead horses were washed and turned into cooked meat that could be cooked. There were not many Hu tribes encountered along the way, but they were all horses that were plundered.
, rather than a flock of sheep.
The latter was too slow to keep up with the infantry advancing at full speed. In addition to killing them to eat on the same day and preparing some for savings, the rest were slaughtered. I don’t know if the plague will emerge in that place when the weather warms up in spring.
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Therefore, the horses that were killed in the battle at the foot of Yanran Mountain regained their original destiny as sheep, and became the food in the mouths of the Han troops and the reserve grain on the carriages.
Anyway, it's very cold now, so if you put salt on the cooked food, it won't be a problem to store it for a month.
Tens of thousands of civilians were cutting down the wood on the mountain, dragging it to the camp or down the mountain. Anyway, after Uwetuo was chopped down, the entire Yanran Mountain was under the control of the Hedong Army.
One cart after another was built. Although the wooden wheels were far less sturdy than the wheels of Zhu Biao's previous life, they were better than the ones in his previous life. They were almost pure wooden structures and did not require a few iron nails. So it only took five days.
, the Hedong Army had more than a thousand vehicles. When Zhu Zhong and Zhu Tong returned to Yanran Mountain with the heads of dozens of Hu tribe's right nobles, there were already at least three thousand more vehicles in the open space at the foot of the mountain.
A horse riding a horse.
There are three seriously wounded people in one cart, and there is plenty of space to equip food, charcoal, cooking stoves, and bedding. Zhu Biao is assigned to send a thousand cart drivers, all drawn from the civilian population, accompanied by ten military doctors, a thousand infantry troops, and five
One hundred lightly wounded cavalry and five hundred auxiliary troops escorted Yu Zhuzhong and Zhu Tongmen back to Yanran Mountain on the third day, and marched toward the southeast in a mighty manner.
"Let's go too—"
At the same time as the troops heading south set off, the mighty Hedong cavalry army also rolled towards the north. Longcheng, the de facto royal court of the Hu people, was Zhu Biao's next target.
Yanran Mountain, where tens of thousands of people were noisy and buzzing, has returned to tranquility. Yanran Mountain, where hundreds of thousands or millions of barbarians once lived and thrived, has returned to tranquility.
On the third day of February in the second year of Yuanwu, the Hedong Army rejoined the Minzhuang and came to the Hunyi River with more than 100,000 troops. This was the first time in the past 200 years that the Central Plains human race had invaded the Hu tribe since the Zhou Dynasty's military front retreated 200 years ago.
In the hinterland of Shanyu Wangting, the Hunyi River is only 700 miles away from Dragon City and 2,000 miles away from Langjuxu Mountain!
It took five days to march from Yanran Mountain to the northwest. I wish Biao to lead the army on the north road. The journey has already reached another thousand miles.
This is a land that has not been visited by humans in the Central Plains for two hundred years. When the water of the Hunyi River appeared in front of the soldiers of the Hedong Army, a burst of pride completely submerged the entire team. At this time, Zhu Biao believed that with a knife
Give a gun to the civilian men accompanying the army. They will also have the absolute courage to charge towards the most elite Wolf Riders on the grassland!
On the morale column of the status bar, for the first time, there is a superscript red arrow after reaching 100. This is the first time such a sign appears. Without looking at the system description, Zhu Biao also knows what the red arrow means.
What.
"Soldiers, Dragon City, Dragon City, take down Dragon City——"
"Dragon City. Dragon City, take down Dragon City——"
"We, the Han Army——"
"mighty--"
"mighty--"
"mighty--"
The whole army's more than 100,000 soldiers and civilians shouted in unison, expressing everyone's attitude. Zhu Biao turned his head and looked at the generals beside him, "Now, are you still worried about the defenders of Dragon City?"
"Below Xiyang City, we once defeated 10,000 people and 120,000 people. Today, on this prairie, under Dragon City, 100,000 Han men can defeat 1.2 million wild dogs——"
"You... don't believe it?"
Generals, surrender. In fact, even they themselves are surging with excitement at this moment. Infinite power bursts out of their bodies, and useless fighting spirit surges in their hearts. Everyone's face is flushed, and the blood vessels in their necks are swollen.
"In three days, I will see the walls of Dragon City. March -"
A winter day when sharp swords shine in the sky.
"The Han army is mighty——"
The roar of thunder resounded through the clear sky.
A water cup was smashed on the bluestone-paved hall, and the water swamped the area. A lady in her forties, who still had a graceful appearance, stared angrily at a group of big Hu Dongliangs who were kneeling in front of their highness.
"inability--"
"inability--"
"The little Northern Han Dynasty, the smaller one from the Northern Han Dynasty, Hedong, actually came to Longcheng. They even killed King Youxian of my Dahu, and nearly a hundred noble people on the right side of my Dahu.
, you are incompetent——"
The Hu people's Dalan clan was roaring. Her face turned white with anger, and throwing a water glass did not relieve her anger at all. She was trembling all over.
A small Northern Han Dynasty, a small Northern Han Dynasty. Da Hu, in the past, he almost suppressed the entire power of the Northern Han Dynasty with only one right wing. In his heyday, he once captured 80% of Luozhou's land.
In the eyes of the Dalan clan, the Northern Han Dynasty was of course just a small one to the powerful Dahu. But now in the even smaller Hedong among the small Northern Han, a Hedong army almost destroyed the entire right royal court. Wu
The death of Wei Tuo, the biggest coveter of the Great Shanyu position in the past, did not make the Dalan family happy at all. She could swear to the God of Immortality that she really did not feel happy at all.
When Uwetuo died, the right side was finished, and Dahu was missing an arm.
No matter how suspicious the Dalan family was of Uwetuo in the past, she could not deny that Uwetuo's talents were far superior to those of Zuoxian Wang Wuda. It was a talent that Wuji feared from the bottom of his heart. His death was the result of Dahu's death.
great loss.
"Kill him. Avenge the Righteous King, avenge the nobles of the Right, and avenge my people of Changshengtian, the descendants of Canglang.
Bring me Zhu Biao's skull, and I will let the most skilled craftsmen on the grassland make the most beautiful wine cup. It will become the drinking vessel of the Great Chanyu.
There are eight armies of ten thousand cavalry in Dragon City, and I will give them all to you. There are also dozens of descendants of the wolf and warriors on the grassland outside. You can recruit them at will. Just bring me the skull I want—"
"Your will is the direction guided by the swords and guns of the warriors, my Dalan clan..."
After Wuji went to the east, the left captain Tu Qi, who had the power of general affairs, the left captain Luan Tihou, and the right captain Wuwei kowtowed their heads.
"Mother, why don't you let the children join the battle?" After Tu Qi and others retreated, Wu Han asked his mother in confusion. At the age of sixteen, he was already an adult on the grassland.
"You are a prince, your battlefield is in Dragon City, and it is the affairs of the ministers outside." Mrs. Dalan stroked her son's face and said lovingly. She cherished her only remaining son. There were some words she said
You can't tell your son, for fear of hurting his young heart.
The prairie is not only about status, but also about ability. Wu Hanxie is still young and has never led an army in a war. He has a weak reputation, and those who are rumored to be smart, smart, capable, etc. among the upper-class nobles will not be ignored.
The lower-level soldiers recognized him. Even when he arrived on the battlefield, his inspiring role was too weak to be mentioned.
In this case, how could the Dalan family let their son go to that dangerous battlefield?
There are still two hundred miles away from Dragon City.
A vast grassland. A flat plain, boundless grassland.
"Put the front for thirty miles, and the troops will be hundreds of cavalry wide. The infantry will be packed with the baggage, so be on guard—"
Zhu Biao was surprised at Hu Qi's "calmness". He was only two hundred miles away from Dragon City, and they hadn't appeared yet. You know, since yesterday, there have been flying eagles circling above the army.
"Woooo..." The horn sound sounded intermittently. It was quickly transmitted from the Central Army to the Front Army. From the Front Army, it was then relayed to the ears of Detective Dy Feng.
"Brothers, expand another ten miles!" Zhu Zhenguo was transferred from the Cavalry Army to Difeng, and his position was still the team leader. But Difeng is the elite of the army, and any transfer from outside will be promoted. Zhu Zhenguo's current position is actually
He is already a dub.
Although Zhu Zhenguo firmly believes that with the dozens of heads he has killed, he can indeed achieve the position of Du Bo. But in his heart, he has to admit that the reason why he can become the leader of Di Feng is indeed
The power of the background.
There were more than two or three members of the Hedong Army who were beheaded at level 100. However, the military position was still that of the team leader.
Although there are various reasons, but looking at himself, Zhu Zhenguo cannot help but admit the correctness of the saying, "There are people in the court who are good at being officials."
Therefore, he must show his value and resolutely not embarrass Zhu Biao.
Fifty Dysprosium Fronts spread out three miles across and swept across the grassland.
There is a dry and yellow landscape ahead. Outside the Great Wall this year, there is not much snow after the New Year. What can be seen most on the grassland is the yellow withered grass, instead of the white snowfield in previous years.
Suddenly, Zhu Zhenguo held up his telescope and paused. He saw a small dot on the horizon a few miles away on the right side of the team. It was a person. To be more precise, it was a person and a horse.
A dysprosium arrow rose into the sky, and fifty dysprosium arrows quickly gathered into three arrows on the left, middle and right. Zhu Zhenguo could see more clearly at this time. It was a vulture riding on a wild horse. He was wearing leather armor and riding a
A horse from the Hu tribe, all of which proved his identity.
A small battle before a big battle began. Zhu Zhenguo first won a small victory with a ratio of 2:10, and then forty-eight Hedong Army soldiers chased back with a thousand cavalry.
It was the fifth day of the second lunar month in the second year of Yuanwu.
One hundred and fifty miles southeast of Longcheng, 200,000 Hu cavalry vs. more than 70,000 Hedong Army infantry, plus more than 30,000 Hedong auxiliary troops and common people.
"Array-"
Zhu Biao got the news as early as two quarters of an hour before the 200,000 Hu cavalry arrived. So the well-trained Hedong Army and the slightly panicked civilians used these two quarters of an hour to lay out a coordinated movement of infantry, cavalry and three armies.
A series of large arrays.
"What is this?" Tu Qi looked at the Han army's formation with a telescope. His expression slowly changed from disapproval to full surprise.
It was definitely not half an hour for our army to go from fighting against the Han army's Dyfeng to rushing to the Han army's formation. It might have been just over three quarters of an hour.
Tu Qi didn't think that the Han army could set up such a large formation in such a short time. You must know that Zhu Biao commanded not 10,000 men, but more than 100,000. Such a huge army was in Tu Qi's mind.
, even a simple array will take at least an hour.
But what is before him now? A Nine Palaces Bagua ‘formation’?
"If you are able to become a king, Zhu Biao is not an easy person." Luan Tihou said.
He and Zhu Biao had taught skills once before, under Beiling City. They had experienced Zhu Biao's power! Now seeing the large formation that Zhu Biao led his troops to set up in a short period of time, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
"Is this the Nine Palaces and Bagua Formation?"
"The appearance is similar, but the feeling is..."
"Something weird."
"Yes, it's a little strange."
Zhu Biao did not let Tu Qi and others continue to speculate. He quickly revealed the secret of this military formation with his own words.
"Listen, Hugou. If you have the guts to break this 'Eight Gate Golden Lock Formation'!"
Zhu Biao jumped out of the battle on horseback, pointed his bright silver gun at Hu Qi's three large banners, and shouted loudly. Although the sound was not loud to the ears, in fact it was heard more than ten miles away. The entire Hu Qi army heard it.
Got it.
"Eight-door Golden Lock Formation? Unheard of." Uwe frowned.
If you don’t know the formations, how can you easily enter the formations? In history, there were not many battle formations on the battlefield. These formations are all mysterious and mysterious. They are different from the round formations, square formations, pointed cone formations, etc. in ordinary military formations.
There is no comparison at all.
It is too difficult to practice this kind of formation. The more powerful the formation, the more changes there are, but it is too easy to destroy it. As long as the soldiers who are familiar with this formation are transferred or killed in battle, then the entire formation drill will be difficult.
Start over again.
More importantly, this is a world of martial arts. Those master-level masters may not play a big role in large army battles. After all, personal power is limited. But you have to assassinate or kill one or two generals.
, it’s a piece of cake.
In a large formation, the existence of formation eyes is always a big problem that cannot be solved.
Formation battles are not something that your generals can place and the soldiers can change according to their thoughts. It requires the constant command of the flag, and the fake formations can only confuse them for a while. The innate master is top of mind.
Just rush and kill a few times.
Besides, the number of people fighting in a battle formation is inherently limited.
What is the true meaning of formation? It is to use less people [power] to exert more people [power]. If you have millions of troops and fight against a force of tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands, do you need to set up a formation?
Moreover, the formation is very rigid. Once you place it, you have to set it in one place. It takes time to set it up, so there are many restrictions on the battlefield.
In the history of wars in this world, almost all examples of fighting formations came from serious battles. Many of them were specifically used to boost the morale of [oneself] and suppress the [enemy] before the battle.
What's more, for a powerful formation, when the number of participants is different, the coefficient of adjusting the power of the formation is also different. If 30,000 people set it up, the power can be as powerful as an ordinary army of 100,000 people, and the difficulty of manipulation is 10;
If 50,000 people deploy it, it may be more powerful than an ordinary army of 200,000 people, but the difficulty of maneuvering it will be fifty thousand.
This is also a big reason. It directly involves the ability of the arrayer.
The largest number of "fighting formations" in history was only 200,000 people. And when it comes to the full increase in power of this formation, it is not as large as the coefficient of some small formations of 20,000 to 30,000 people.
After taking all these away, there is still a very important question: is there any use of cavalry in battle formations?
That thing is the home ground of the infantry, and it's a desert on the prairie.
Tu Qi, Luan Tihou, Wu Wei and others only knew the level of the Nine Palaces and Bagua array. If Zhu Biao really set up the Nine Palaces and Bagua array for them to break, Tu Qi and others would also have to rack their brains. They are nomadic people, and they are
A cavalryman born on horseback. What the hell are you doing with formations?
"Is this the time to care about that?" Tu Qi glared at Uwei. He didn't care what the Eight Gate Golden Lock Formation was. Maybe it was Zhu Biao who was playing tricks. "The most important thing now is..."
