The battle lines began to become somewhat stalemate.
Compared to Feng Tubao's ecstasy, Zhang He was trembling all over. He still couldn't believe what just happened in front of him. A thousand cavalrymen just disappeared in front of his eyes...
"Where did this Shu prisoner come from? Is he so sharp?"
"General, those are evil ghosts. They must be the evil ghost army. The long swords in their hands are made of iron. With one strike, all the people and horses will be broken into pieces. They are all like evil ghosts. Anyone who dares to stand in front of them will be killed.
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Before the cavalry leader who retreated could finish speaking, Zhang He drew his sword and chopped him down.
He said sternly, "No one in this world can drive away ghosts and gods and sacrifice their lives for them! I have been fighting for my whole life, and I have killed not only a thousand but also hundreds of people. Why haven't I seen any ghosts come to seek my life? I only believe in myself."
The sword in your hand!"
He turned around and asked his left and right, "Are the cavalry on both wings in position?"
"Return to the general, we are already in position!"
"Okay, let them attack as planned immediately, we can't delay it any longer!"
Originally having a slight advantage, under this fierce battle, our side has become at a disadvantage. If we don't find a way to reverse it, Jieting will have no choice but to give way again.
Fortunately, the infantry in his hands faced this strange team. Although he did not have the upper hand, it was not going to collapse at the first touch.
Feng Yongzheng was standing on the high platform, feeling proud, when suddenly he heard shouts of killing from behind. He quickly raised his telescope and looked, and saw a group of defeated troops rushing over like Cao Jun herding sheep.
"I*&&%#￥" Feng Yong jumped on the spot and yelled, "A bunch of beasts! Are you pigs?"
"Wang Han!"
"The end is here!"
"Go! Guard the back, and don't let any of them in, otherwise the thieves will take the opportunity to get in!"
"promise!"
These broken soldiers wandering near the battlefield really had nowhere to go. They were hungry and thirsty, and their retreat was cut off by Cao's army, so they could not escape back to Jicheng.
But Liu Yin didn't dare to use them, because if the frightened troops didn't have enough rest and made the slightest mistake, they would take the lead and break up again.
So he could only temporarily gather them up, keep them away from the battlefield, and wait for the end of the Jieting battle.
When Feng Yong came over, the Night Hunter naturally reported this situation to him. He just asked the auxiliary soldiers to send some food to the defeated soldiers. Liu Yin did not dare to use it, and Feng Yong himself did not dare to use it.
Unexpectedly, Zhang He had already discovered the location of the defeated troops during the siege of Jieting in the past few days. He took advantage of Cao Wei's cavalry maneuvers to get around to the back and drove the frightened defeated troops back again.
Feng Tuluo still had too little experience, and the battle ahead was fierce, so he forgot to observe the surrounding situation, and did not even notice where the cavalry on both wings that Zhang He had just sent went after they failed to attack his own wings.
It's just that the battlefield has extended to such a large area, why can't you defeated soldiers stay any further? You're waiting to die!
Although they had been rejected once by the defenders at the street pavilion, the defeated soldiers, supported by their desire to survive, still rushed towards the rear of their own reinforcements regardless of risk.
"Don't shoot arrows, let us go in..."
"Please, give us a way to live!"
They cried, shouted, and begged.
Wang Han's hands were trembling slightly.
The defeated troops had already crossed the 150-step archery distance, and no arrows were fired from the formation.
The defeated soldiers were refreshed and quickly accelerated their pace.
"Spread out to both sides!"
There were soldiers with loud voices in the formation shouting hard at them.
"Save us!"
No one listened, and they continued to rush forward regardless of the cost.
"put!"
Wang Han gritted his teeth and ordered.
"Pengpeng..."
Although the arrow feathers were not very dense, they were enough to stop the defeated troops fifty steps away.
"don't want……"
There is no use begging.
The injured and defeated soldiers lay on the ground in despair, feeling the vibrations of the ground as the horses' hooves ruthlessly trampled over their bodies and rushed forward.
"Kill the thief!"
Wang Han's eyes were red, he drew his sword and shouted fiercely.
"kill!"
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A stream of blood flowed from the corner of Feng Yong's mouth. He closed his eyes, then opened them again and blinked hard. He felt that his vision was a little blurry.
This damn war!
"Zhang He! I swear to kill you!"
Feng Yong drew his sword and thrust it straight into the high platform, speaking word by word.
Zhang He didn't hear it. Even if he heard it, he would only be more satisfied. Suppressing the opponent's military morale and stimulating the opponent's coach's emotions are the most brilliant ways to defeat the opponent.
From the very beginning, he noticed that the opponent's central army flags and drums had always been a bit strange. Compared with normal situations, the opponent's central army flags and drums seemed to convey very few military orders to all parties.
Basically, it is the generals who are at the forefront organizing the soldiers to fight.
Now I see that even though there was a commotion behind the scenes, the Chinese army still did not take much action.
This made him more and more suspicious.
Thinking of this, he gave another order to the left and right.
"General, there are bandits in the north again!"
When Feng Yong heard this, he was startled. He quickly looked through his binoculars and saw smoke billowing from his right wing, as if countless cavalry were charging towards him.
Where did Zhang He get so many mobile troops?
Feng Yong thought like this, and hurriedly looked at the front army, only to see that Cao Jun had stopped attacking the front army at some unknown time, and instead used an infantry phalanx to set up a large shield, and frantically used bows and crossbows to suppress Mo.
The advance of the knife team.
Zhang He actually sent all his cavalry to his right wing and rear, using wolf pack tactics to continuously harass.
Feng Yong's heart skipped a beat. Of course he knew where his weaknesses were.
If Zhang He dared to rely on the elite cavalry at hand and still use the old cavalry attack tactics to tear apart the formation, and then follow up with infantry, that would be exactly what he wanted.
But if he bypassed his favorite Mo Dao team and used the advantage of cavalry to harass both sides and the rear, he, a newbie on the battlefield, might not be able to handle it.
In particular, the Mo Dao team has a weakness, that is, the weapons are too heavy and cannot be wielded for a long time like ordinary soldiers. Their strength is consumed too quickly.
If you can't gain an advantage as soon as possible at the beginning, when the strength of the Mo Dao team is exhausted and you face the opponent's elite cavalry, you will be at a disadvantage.
If you are at a disadvantage, you will suffer because without cavalry, you can only defend and counterattack, but cannot take the initiative to attack.
"The Mo Dao team retreated to rest, while the latter stepped forward to defend and stabilize the formation."
Feng Yong quickly ordered.
The biggest advantage in my hand is the Modao team and the heavy crossbow.
But the Mo Dao team has a time limit, and the Heavy Crossbow also has a time limit.
No matter how improved it is, the crossbow is still slow to cock. As long as someone rushes to the front of the formation, the final victory still has to be determined by hand-to-hand combat.
Zhang He's test succeeded.
Feng Yong's two wings were not as invincible as the former army, and were even a little too weak. Most of them were new recruits who had never experienced a war, and some had never even seen blood.
Although he has good discipline, fighting skills and battlefield coordination, which require actual accumulation, cannot be compared to the elite soldiers in Zhang He's hands in a short time.
The sudden attack on the right wing caught people off guard, and the defense line was broken immediately. Cao Jun's infantry followed closely, trying to continue to tear open the gap.
Feng Yong gritted his teeth and sent out the last mobile force he had - he knew very well that he was not good at commanding on the battlefield, so there were very few Chinese troops left behind, and front-line generals were responsible for all the troops in all directions.
When Zhang He saw that the Chinese army on the opposite side finally moved, he let out a breath and smiled on his face.
He actually doesn't have any extra troops in his hands.
This mobilization of Shu captive troops was just the last attempt, but unexpectedly it was successful.
Now it seems that as long as the opponent's weird sword team can be held back, the rest is nothing to worry about.
At the beginning, I was frightened by the front troops of this team, and thought they were white soldiers who encountered Shu captives.
Unexpectedly, not only was the opponent's coach unfamiliar with his command, but even the coordination of the soldiers seemed to be extremely stiff. It seemed that this team, from top to bottom, were all newcomers to the battlefield.
It's unbelievable that this newcomer on the battlefield can fight like this with the elite veterans in his hands. If they are given the opportunity to grow up, they will definitely be a terrifying team.