The sky is shaking, the ground is shaking, and the horse under my crotch is shaking too.
The sound of drums and horns in his ears was like the roar of tigers and dragons, but Gayasi did not dare to respond at all.
He no longer dared to ignore any orders from his army. A beast that came out of hell had quietly pounced in front of him. It was the Tang Dynasty rear army that no one paid much attention to at the beginning.
Hundreds of infantrymen, using the cover of smoke and dust, quietly walked to the center of the battlefield, baring their sharp teeth towards the Dawan cavalry who had not yet recovered from the blow.
Four hundred people, all wearing heavy armor.
There are four hundred people, the first two rows are Mo Daoshou, and the last two rows are Long Lishou. Each hundred people are arranged in a horizontal line, three feet apart from each other, spread out diagonally, forming a swept swallowtail.
The center projects forward and the two wings sweep back.
On the broad front, the blade of the knife is like snow, and the sharp edge is frosty.
They moved slowly like a steel forest. The cold light penetrated the sand and dust on the battlefield, sending a cold feeling into the hearts of every opponent.
They were moving forward without hesitation. Every step forward made the ground slowly tremble.
Gayasi was stunned.
In his memory, he had never heard of infantry taking the initiative to attack cavalry.
Juche Bishi's eyes were about to burst from seeing this. He raised the drumstick in his hand high, but could not bring it down.
The nightmare where he was defeated by the Anxi Army a few years ago seemed to reappear in front of him.
Mo Dao Formation, Mo Dao Formation, no wonder General Tang dared to fight with him. There were so many Mo Dao players in their team.
The princes who were watching on the outside of the battlefield were also stunned. Based on their knowledge of the battlefield, a confrontation between infantry and cavalry was basically the same as sending someone to death.
But the premise of all that is that the cavalry can charge at a high speed. But now, the speed of Gayasi's cavalry is almost nothing.
Fighting on the spot, the cavalry has no advantage at all.
"Charge!" Almost relying on instinct, Zuo Shuai Gayaxi felt that a disaster was coming. He raised the scimitar in his hand and shouted to his brothers beside him, "Charge, charge up. Hurry up, don't be stunned.
Stay on, don’t let them get close!”
This is an absolutely correct choice. However, the distance between the two parties is less than two feet. Within this distance, the war horses cannot pick up speed at all. The instinct of animals makes them actively try to escape when they see the bright blade.
No matter how much his master urged him, he still refused to hit the tip of the knife.
Some slightly smarter riders tried to break up the Tang army's formation from the flanks. However, the Tang army's formation was very wide, and their previous tapered-handled array was too narrow. In a short period of time, they actually turned against the opponent's sword tips.
Even if they go around, it will have no effect. A slight change of direction of the long spear hand can turn the side of the general formation into a complete nail board. The Dawan soldiers holding scimitars cannot hurt them. However, the long spear in their hands can
He could easily stab the approaching Dawan cavalry to death on horseback.
For a time, more than a thousand Dawan cavalry were like pythons biting a hedgehog. Their mouths grew bigger and bigger, but they could not close them at all.
At this moment, General Tang, who was standing in the center of the front line of the phalanx, suddenly roared, "Get up!"
"Get up!" Two hundred sturdy men responded in unison, raised their hands, and dropped their swords. Within half a foot of the formation, all the people and horses were smashed to pieces. Almost in an instant, an empty field was cleared in front of them.
"Get up!" Tang Jiang, who was wearing a visor, shouted again, without a trace of emotion in his voice. Two hundred burly men holding Mo knives took a step forward again, raising their hands and dropping their knives.
One, two, three, the Dawan cavalry suddenly found that there were blades everywhere in front of them. They were slashing down brightly, and then they brought out pieces of blood.
Unstoppable.
This kind of Mo Dao was the pinnacle of the Tang Dynasty's ordnance manufacturing. The blade was almost the same length as the handle. It was unparalleled in sharpness and could make decisive decisions for both men and horses.
This kind of Mo Dao soldier is also the most elite of all the armies of the Tang Dynasty. They charge into battle with a sword and are invincible.
The Dawan soldiers on their war horses were forced to retreat continuously, and they continued to lose men in the process of retreating. The left commander Gayasi rode his horse like crazy and ran behind the crowd shouting, forcing everyone to persist. He kept killing his own people.
Strict military discipline.
"Don't retreat, don't retreat. If you retreat, you will die!"
"Amir, Ibrahim, Luqman, take your people and go up. The Prime Minister will send people to support you right away!"
The three centurions whose names were called by him could not avoid it, so they had to bite the bullet and press the blade. Feeling that the horse under his crotch was too timid, Amir jumped off his mount and used his scimitar to block the incoming frost blade.
Then he turned sideways, trying to get under Mo Dao's hand and fight hand-to-hand. If he were fighting alone, his move would definitely be remarkable. However, this was not a solo fight. Before he could bully Mo Dao's hand,
To the side, from the second row of the Tang army, another Mo Dao struck diagonally.
"Ah -" Amir roared like a wild beast, with a shrill and high-pitched voice. Tang Jun Mo's knife hand quickly retracted the sword, and blood shot out from Amir's upper and lower bodies like a fountain, splashing in mid-air. But he could not die immediately, and lost
The body with two legs, dragging his internal organs, was rolling in the mud made of flesh and blood. A long spear came over again, pierced his chest, lifted his body, and threw him high towards his brother.
All the Dawan soldiers dodged for fear of being missed.
Ibrahim and Luqman, who were slightly behind, saw that Amir only supported one move in front of the Tang army and died tragically in an instant. They were so frightened that their hair stood on end. They were not newcomers to the battlefield, they were used to it.
There was a scene of blood and flesh flying everywhere. But it was too useless to die in such a way that even the corners of his clothes could not be touched.
There was no chance for them to hesitate. Another exciting call came from the Tang formation, "Get up—!"
"Get up -" Two hundred Mo knives were swung out alternately, cutting the Dawan soldiers in front of him into puddles of meat.
Ibrahim didn't even have time to parry, so he took his personal bodyguards and followed Amir's footsteps. Luqman was luckier than him. He realized that the momentum was not right, left his entourage, and ran away. He relied on his guards.
With the protection of the Mo Dao formation, he escaped from danger. He raised his head and was about to pull his horse, but his head was chopped off by the left commander Gayaxi.
"Who dares to retreat, let's take this as an example!" Gayasi, the left commander of Dawan Kingdom, said with red eyes, waving his scimitar and slashing in all directions. "Charge up, charge up, the Prime Minister is watching you from behind. Allah is here
The sky is watching you! Rush up and build the kingdom of heaven on earth!"
Forced by the scimitars, more than a dozen cavalrymen rushed towards the Tang army with cries. Then they were stabbed through by Changsha and chopped down by Mo Dao. The seriously injured screamed and struggled on the ground, and Mo Dao soldiers mercilessly removed the bodies from the corpses.
They stepped on them and completely smashed them into mud.
Boiling soup and throwing snow is nothing more than that.
When all the desperadoes were swept away, the Mo Dao formation was empty again. Hundreds of strong men wearing heavy armor continued to press forward slowly in neat steps. They cooperated with each other like a tacit understanding.
Rush the car.
Those who stand in front of the charging car will only have the fate of being crushed. No one can change it. Gayasi kept urging his brothers to go forward and fight the Tang army, and kept watching helplessly as his brothers died under the knife. He was going crazy.
His eyes were almost bleeding. "Go up, keep going up. You cowards."
"Cowards and trash, you are not allowed to retreat. If the Tang army doesn't kill you, I will kill you too!"
Useless, ineffective.
The gap between the two sides could not be bridged by courage. Realizing this fact, the Dawan soldiers, whose morale was already very low, collapsed completely, turned their mounts and fled to both sides of the battlefield.
"Coward, loser, come back!" Gayasi cut down three escapees one after another, but still could not restore the situation. He picked up the reins of his horse and rushed towards the largest group of deserters around him. Only halfway through the charge, his crotch
The horse's front legs suddenly went weak, and it knelt down with a mournful cry.
"Plop!" Gayasi fell into the dust.
Several fleeing men rode past him without looking back. One of them had his hands empty, and the scimitar that was supposed to hit the enemy was stuck in the belly of Gayasi's horse.
No one is willing to accompany Gayasi to go crazy anymore.
No matter how crazy he shouted, no one looked back.
The entire second attack sequence of the cavalry collapsed completely. More than 600 people died in the battle, and more than 800 people became frightened birds.
"Get up -" the loud command sounded across the battlefield again. Gaijinxi raised his head with difficulty from the dead horse and looked at the enemy troops that were getting closer and closer.
The opponent's military formation is still intact.
The opponent suffered almost no damage. In other words, at least so far, the Mo Dao Formation is still pushing forward steadily without any delay due to the fierce battle just now.
In an instant, all courage slipped away from Gayasi's body. He threw away his machete, fell on the ground with his hands, and murmured, "Surrender, don't kill me, surrender!"
Mo Dao, which was almost touching the tip of his nose, paused for a moment. A man with a long hand ran out of the military formation, picked him up, and dragged him to the flank of the military formation.
"I want to see the Hammer King. I want to see the Hammer King. I have important military information to report to him!" Gayasi did not dare to resist at all. He allowed the other party to drag him away while loudly begging for mercy.
"He has no time to pay attention to you now!" Chang Shanshou responded coldly and dropped Gayasi at his feet. "Wait here, someone will come to take you in soon."
"The old man, the Hammer King..." Gayaxi asked tentatively, a little unwillingly.
"In the middle of the Mo Dao formation. That's the one walking at the front!" Chang Shanshou glanced at him, raised his head, and replied proudly.
Of course he has the right to be proud.
He participated in every step of the mission, counterattack, siege and decisive battle. He witnessed with his own eyes how his general decided to show the banner of the Tang Dynasty in a critical moment. How he defeated and captured an army several times his own with only 600 soldiers.
How did the horse thief deplete the morale of the Zhezhe City defenders through a series of false and true tricks? Then how did he take the initiative to reveal the answer to the mystery, forcing Ju Chebishi to go out of the city for a decisive battle.
It can be said that from the day the flag was raised, the Tang army firmly took control of the situation.
Every step that happened outside Zhezhe City was within the expectations of his general.
In other words, these days, the Tang army and the Prime Minister Baishaer in the city are waiting for the same opportunity. They want to defeat the defenders of Zhezhe City in public and tell the heroes on both sides of Yaochashui that the glory of the Tang Dynasty is still there.
