Chapter 2 Spreading Wings (Part 7) Luo Cheng, who has read military books well, recognized the battle formation conjured by the enemy. It was a very classic infantry array in the military books. The official name is "Inverted Wild Geese". A veteran of the battlefield.
They prefer to call it the "Deadly Ghost Scissor." Once the two vertical and horizontal lines form a scissors-like angle, it is impossible for the opponent to break through it unless the opponent fills the triangular gap with corpses.
During normal drills, the Youzhou Army could also put up this formation, and it was far more orderly than the Boling people. But on the real battlefield, they seemed to not know the damn formation at all, rushing in in groups.
In the middle of the "Death-killing Ghost Scissors", they were stabbed over by the enemy with long spears one after another, and turned into cold and stiff corpses.
The blood mist flew away, and the wind above the battlefield gradually took on color. Through the light pink wind, Luo Cheng saw one of his brigade leaders leading more than a hundred brothers into the "scissors mouth." The brave brigade leader used his long spear.
After deflecting the enemy's fatal blow, before he could retaliate, a cold wind hit him diagonally, blowing through his leather armor and robe. The unlucky Lv Sui lowered his head in surprise and happened to see a cold wind from his ribs to his lower abdomen.
The dark red tassel "Pfft!" Chang Yang quickly pulled out the tassel, and the blood immediately dyed the tassel into dark red again. "Ah--" Lu Li from Youzhou let out a scream, covered his stomach and squatted down.
At the same moment, dozens of Youzhou soldiers fell to the ground alternately. A few of the lucky ones died immediately, but most of the injured still had extravagant hopes. They tried in vain to block the wounds on their bodies with their fingers, but the blood from the wounds became more and more.
, the more you hold it, the faster it flows, breaking through your fingers and covering your palms, darkening the entire hillside like a stream.
"Change the formation, change the formation, step back, change the formation!" Luo Cheng was so heartbroken that he yelled at the top of his lungs to the messengers around him who raised their horns and tried their best to express the commander's order clearly: "Woo-wu-wu-wu-wu-"
The sound of the trumpet was sent to every corner of the battlefield through the shouts of killing, but the right wing of the Youzhou Army, which was fighting the enemy to the death, did not hear it at all.
The sound of the trumpet was too far away from the front of the formation, and the drums of the Boling Army were beating too fast. "Dong, dong, dong, dong!" Accompanied by the cold and sharp drumbeats, the Boling soldiers kept coming out, pulling out, and pulling out.
Every move made the Youzhou army sandwiched between the two teams thinner in just a few breaths. Only a few dozen of the hundreds of Youzhou soldiers closest to them were left.
These few lucky ones who were still standing no longer dared to rush forward, standing alone among a large pile of corpses, their eyes blank and helpless.
"Shield-bearers, step forward twenty steps. The phalanx is against the archers behind the long-handed hands. If anyone dares to retreat behind the shield-bearers, shoot them!" Fan Zhongmou, the Youzhou general who commanded the right wing, pulled out his horizontal sword and shouted.
He has never fought such a useless battle. He has never been able to stagger the enemy by forty steps forward. After clearly staggering, he can stand at the same height as the enemy and regain the terrain advantage. Victory is clearly in front of him.
Yes, the number of Youzhou soldiers is greater than that of the other side, and the military appearance is also more uniform than the other side...
More than 500 Youzhou soldiers holding huge shields stepped forward on the bloodstains of their robes, pushing against the scissor opening in front of them.
They blocked the longhands' escape route.
"Ah——!" The long-horned soldiers who were blocked in their retreat screamed in despair, as if protesting against the cruelty of the general, and as if demonstrating to the enemy. They howled and rushed into the middle of the red steel jungle, a
One after another, like moths throwing themselves into flames
The fire of life was extinguished in a flash, but the "ghost scissors" that took the lives of countless Youzhou soldiers were slowly pushed down the hillside, not in a hurry.
The soldiers of Youzhou holding huge shields could see the approaching Feng Feng, which was bright and silvery, with blood beads hanging on the tip. They could not retreat. If they retreated under the coercion of the enemy, they would lose all their power.
If any protected archer is exposed to the opponent's long spear, the entire right wing may collapse instantly.
Who can't bear this responsibility?
The slowly approaching cold light was like the devil's teeth, which made people dare not look directly at the Youzhou soldiers who were in front of them. They quietly moved their heels back in an attempt to distance themselves from death, as if they had a telepathic connection.
The entire shield formation moved backwards, first a little bit, then inch by inch. As the enemy got closer and closer, the backward movement gradually turned into a large stride.
"Stop, stop, the young marshal is watching us!" Fan Zhongmou wiped his sweat and shouted with a cry in his voice. The response strategy he came up with just now is to first use his shield hand to push against the front of the flying geese formation.
Then send archers to shoot upwards, but the distance between the enemy and our own people is only about ten steps. It is difficult for the arrows shot upwards to hit the target. If you shoot horizontally instead, the person who is hit first may be the one who is blocked by the bow and arrow.
My brothers in front of me
Fan Zhongmou didn't know what to do correctly. The formations he had learned quickly passed through his mind one after another, but none of them were suitable. His hand holding the knife began to tremble, tremble, and then the trembling stopped, and his whole body suddenly became hard.
Get up and be filled with the deep cold
"Woo-wu-wu-wu!" The life-saving horn suddenly sounded from behind, causing Fan Zhongmou's body to freeze first, and then almost collapse.
"Lu Fangyuan goes forward, lead people to cover the left side of the shield hand, Fu Jie leads people to cover the right side, everyone, form a horizontal line with the shield hand!" He got the reminder from the horn and yelled, lest the order could not be heard by his subordinates.
Idiot, use the horizontal formation to stabilize the position and wait for the left wing to come over and join together! After passing the general's order, Luo Cheng angrily threw the horn back to the soldiers beside him, his eyes were blood red.
From the moment the enemy army began to change their formation to the moment he sent the order to Fan Zhongmou's ears, less than half a stick of incense had elapsed. However, in this short period of half a stick of incense, more than 400 lives had been ordered.
Wei Fan Zhong's livelihood was ruined. "He really shouldn't be allowed to take charge of it alone!" Luo Cheng thought bitterly, "But before meeting a real opponent, who could realize that Fan Duwei is a mediocre person who talks on paper?!"
The right wing of the Youzhou Army, which had turned into the simplest horizontal formation, was still unable to block the opponent's attacks and was forced to retreat. No matter the general's adaptability and the training level of the soldiers, they could not compare with their opponents. Those Boling people were veterans of hundreds of battles.
Under the leadership of the leader, waves roared in one after another, and the offensive was like a rising tide. The Youzhou brothers who stood in formation were like a dam built with sand, which cracked open after three times.
The panicked Youzhou archers let go of their bow strings and shot their arrows into the air like locusts. Some hit the enemy, and some landed on their own heads, causing huge casualties to both the enemy and ourselves. Long-shot hands without shields.
They had to dodge, and as soon as their bodies moved, the enemy troops rushed in. Several Boling warriors held swords in one hand and shields in the other, and rushed into the Youzhou archers, like wolves into the flock of sheep.
Lieutenant Commander Fan Zhongmou personally committed suicide and went to the front line. He was highly skilled in martial arts and had almost no enemies among his men. However, his personal bravery could not curb the decline of the entire team. Soon, his position became a leading point, and more and more people became more and more popular.
The more Boling soldiers come closer, they will attack him from three directions: front, left and right.
The loyal soldier rushed forward and used his body to block the spear that was stabbing Fan Zhongmou's waist. Fan Duwei, whose eyes were red, swung his sword sharply and cut off the spear head that had penetrated Pao Ze's body. "Ah!" he roared angrily.
, swung his sword at the enemy closest to him and chopped off the Boling Army soldier, but refused to fight with him. He threw the broken stick at Fan Zhongmou's feet, and then quickly retreated into the protection of his companions.
Six or seven long spears stabbed at them, forcing Fan Zhongmou to dodge left and right. "Come here!" He ordered loudly, "Come here, follow me and kill them all!" There was no response from behind, but the enemy's eyes were full of smiles.
, as if mocking him for not knowing how to use soldiers, the cold and brave front stabbed at him again, and the light on the tip of the spear was so cold that it made people despair.
"It's over!" Fan Zhongmou laughed miserably. He was a man from Youzhou, and he knew how to wash away his shame. A long spear stabbed his shin guard, failing to penetrate the wrought iron and thick cowhide. He staggered, and his body
Pounce forward, sword light sweeps across
"Ding, ding, ding" several spears fell in response. Fan Zhongmou's body also lost balance and fell heavily on the hillside. Lying in a pool of blood, he closed his eyes, waiting for the blow of relief. After a few breaths, he
I didn't feel any pain, I just felt faintly nauseated by the smell of blood around me.
The Boling Army was retreating! Fan Zhongmou, who was filled with surprise, opened his eyes wide and saw Liu Dexin, who was originally commanding the left-wing infantry, jumping over his body and leading more than a hundred brothers to forcefully push the enemy's formation out of a pit, followed closely.
, another group of brothers lifted his shoulders
"Kill, let me kill!" Fan Duwei yelled crazily, with tears streaming down his face. "Kill, let me kill to avenge my brothers!" His shout gradually became lower and turned into a howl.
"Young Marshal, let us stand here! Gather your soldiers and hold off the enemy! There is still a chance!" Liu Dexin, the commander of the left army, shouted loudly while leading the dead soldiers to break away from the enemy.
"Where is the turning point?" Fan Zhongmou, whose face was stained red and white with blood and tears, asked in surprise.
"Stop talking nonsense, pick up your knife!" Liu Dexin put a knife into Fan Zhongmou's hand and straightened his body.
"There is still a turning point!" Fan Zhongmou, who grabbed the life-saving straw, strode towards his soldiers. These people were all scattered by the enemy before, and now Liu Dexin helped to gather them back together. "There is still a turning point. Let's hold on.
Crucify the enemy here!" He laughed, with blood and tears on his face
He knew where the turning point was. Just when he was fighting the enemy desperately, Marshal Luo Cheng had already pulled the cavalry towards the periphery of the battlefield. The Boling Army was killing people so freely that the overall position had moved from the center of the gentle slope to the edge of the gentle slope, as long as the left and right wings were there.
The Youzhou army gathered together can entangle the enemy and deny the opponent a chance to completely break through. Within half a column of incense, the cavalry led by the young marshal can detour back to the enemy's rear.
By then, 1,500 cavalrymen will roll down the hillside like an avalanche, and they will definitely tear this group of damned Bolingers in front of them into pieces.
Note for alcoholics: I have been dealing with some things these past two days. I will slow down the update and start working hard next Monday.
