When two cavalry groups of more than a thousand men from the Han and Hungarian sides were chasing each other in front of the formations of the two armies, they went deep into the wilderness far away.
From the two wings in front of the Han army's formation, three or five cavalry groups, ranging in number from several hundred to a thousand, were tilted out again.
Obviously, the Han army had made up its mind to play a game of cavalry fighting and chasing with the Zhelan cavalry.
Moreover, Zhelan Cavalry can’t do anything without playing.
If you don't play, the cavalry of the Han army will go and cause trouble for you.
There has never been an army that can withstand attacks from behind when it has a strong enemy in front of it.
"That's too much!" King Zhelan bit his lip, revealing the veins on his forehead.
Never! Never! No cavalry has ever dared to provoke and insult Zhelan like this in front of Zhelan’s big eagle flag!
"Since you are seeking death, I will grant you your wish!" King Zhelan waved his riding crop and pointed at his son: "Hu Mei, take your troops to the right wing and have fun with the incoming cavalry from the Han Dynasty!"
"Yes!" Prince Zhelan named Hu Mei took out his knife and, according to Zhelan's tradition, cut a scar on his cheek and let the blood flow down.
Because Hu Mei already knew from the techniques and tactics of the Han cavalry charging into battle that the cavalry in front of them was a cavalry worthy of respect.
For the Zhelan people, sending such elites to hell represents the supreme glory!
"You are worthy enough to be my sacrifice, the great Prince Zhelan, Hu Mei!" He got on his horse and greeted his own cavalry: "Follow me!"
More than a thousand cavalry moved with thunder, following their masters, forming a formation at will, and rushed towards their right wing and the Han army's left wing.
For these real elites of Zhelan's headquarters, there is no cavalry in this world that can defeat them.
This kind of thing is a fact they proved with the blood of the soldiers of the Han Dynasty, the cavalry of Donghu, Yuezhi and Wusun.
Hand-to-hand charging and bare-chested fighting are what Zhelan people are best at and like most.
In their opinion, the cavalry of the Han Dynasty were simply impatient when they came to invite a battle with them instead of playing well in riding and shooting.
"Sheguli!" King Zhelan called out a name again.
Hearing this, a burly man came to King Zhelan, knelt down, kissed the ground, and said, "Master, what are your orders?"
This strong man was unusually tall and burly.
He is nearly eight feet tall.
He is a well-known giant in the Huns.
He is also the number one warrior of the Zhelan tribe.
His appearance is very different from that of the Zhelan people, but his nose and eye sockets are the same as those of most Zhelan cavalrymen.
Obviously, this is a mixed race.
This noble Zhelan named Sheguli was actually a slave.
The slave of King Zhelan.
On the grassland, slaves were also divided into classes.
The slaves of Shanyuting are born with a higher status than the slaves of other tribes.
The status and status of slaves who are directly subordinate to certain nobles are even higher than the clan status of some nobles.
Just like this She Guli, his master is King Zhelan, so in the Zhelan tribe, his status is even second only to that of King Zhelan's prince.
"My loyal servant!" King Zhelan looked at his slave tenderly and said, "Take a thousand men, go to the left wing, fight against the Han cavalry who dare to approach, and twist their heads back for me!"
"Dear Master, as you wish!" Shegu said with a puff of laughter.
As a result, two groups of cavalry rushed out from the left and right wings of the Zhelan tribe's military formation to meet the Han cavalry who had just come out of the Han army's formation.
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"You are so confident!" Yi Zong stood on a chariot and watched from a distance.
The fact is already obvious.
King Zhelan on the opposite side has already told him with his actions - I will send as many people as you want, no less!
Do you have the guts? If so, keep playing!
Yi Zong stroked the hilt of his sword and looked at the large banner opposite.
Then, he accepted the blank papers sent by more than a dozen Han army staff officers.
On the white paper, there are still a series of numbers and calculation results.
After reading the data and results on these papers, Yi Zong turned to look behind him and asked: "Cuirassiers, how long will it take before they can charge at full speed?"
"General, we still need to advance two hundred steps before our cuirassiers can reach the optimal charging distance!" a staff officer answered with his hands raised.
"Good!" Yi Zong smiled and turned back. He looked at the Xiongnu banner in front of him and thought in his heart: "I'm afraid you will cry soon..."
Innovations in technology and tactics were at the center of the Han Dynasty, eliminating all old equipment and tactics.
In previous drills, deductions and calculations.
The newly equipped Han cavalry can fight against three or even four in group battles.
Some people even shouted the slogan "One Han should serve as five barbarians".
As for the cuirassiers?
Everyone who has seen their charge has become a huge fan and supporter of breastplates.
"Blast the drum!" Yi Zong raised his hand and gave the order: "Cheer for our athletes!"
On the battlefield in the distance, Han cavalry in black military uniforms and Zhelan cavalry in animal skins competed on this vast battlefield like several distinct giant waves.
To be fair, the Huns were more skilled in riding, their horses and men cooperated better, and they were more familiar with each other.
However, the Han army's riding skills and the coordination between men and horses were barely adequate and could only be considered acceptable.
but……
In the face of brand-new equipment and tactics, these shortcomings are not a problem.
The sound of the drums became richer and more solemn.
Even in the Han army's main formation, hundreds of civilian soldiers selected from the examinations put down their calculation pens and abacus and began to sing sacred war songs.
"I got out of my chariot and tended it there. From where the emperor came, he said I had come. When he summoned his servants, he said he was here. The king's affairs are many and difficult, and he must maintain his thorns..." There is no other classic poem like this one.
It is more suitable for the battlefield in front of me.
Amidst the chorus, the cavalry from the Han and Hungarian sides began their first contact.
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The left wing edge of the Zhelan tribe.
The more than a thousand fine cavalry led by Partridge and another Guduhou divided into two groups and slowly caught up with the Han cavalry in front.
Not because of how fast they were, but because of the Han cavalry on the opposite side, waiting for them in front.
Partridge even saw the Han cavalry in front of them. After bypassing a mountain, they turned around and started to form a team.
He raised his hand, and the hundreds of riders under his command immediately slowed down and stopped like machines.
"So brave?" Partridge sneered in his heart.
He thought of the Han prisoners he saw at Wuzhou Fortress a few days ago.
Well, the Han people are indeed very courageous.
In such a situation, he still refuses to give in and surrender, and he still refuses to bend his knees and become a slave.
but……
"This does not give you the confidence to make an enemy of me, the great Zhelan Guduhou, Partridge." Partridge sneered and took out the bronze collar he carried with him from his back.
This is the fighting artifact of the Zhelan Cavalry.
In other tribes, this kind of short spear is just a throwing weapon at most.
But in the hands of the Zhelan people, it became the king of hundreds of soldiers.
Among the Xiongnu, there were no soldiers who were better at using these short spears than the Zhelan people.
Therefore, every Zhelan cavalryman will carry three bronze collars with him.
Even for Zhelan cavalry, bronze collars are more useful and powerful than bows and arrows.
If you fire your bow immediately, it will be difficult to aim and hit the enemy.
But the collar is different. The collar does not need to be bowed or stringed. As long as it is thrown vigorously, it can cause damage to the enemy.
Even if it cannot hurt the enemy, it can still disrupt the enemy's formation and create opportunities for subsequent close combat.
Therefore, each of Partridge's cavalrymen pulled out a spare bronze collar from their backs, and at the same time grasped the meteor hammer wrapped around their waists.
Every Zhelan cavalry member can't wait to enjoy the upcoming bloody fight and hand-to-hand combat.
For Zhelan people, this is the most wonderful thing in the world!
They just like to watch their enemies, their heads beaten with blood, rolling on the ground, wailing and wailing. They just like to watch their enemies' heads being smashed, bones broken, and limbs cut off bit by bit.
At this time, there was the sound of blood splattering.
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Opposite them were more than 500 cavalry from Zuo Sima, the southern army of the Han army.
Zuo Sima was a strong man of twenty-seven or eighty years old.
He comes from Yong County in Guanzhong, where the Five Emperors Temple is located.
But he knows who his ancestors are.
"My ancestor is Mr. Qin Gongfu Kai!" He took out the hand crossbow he carried on his waist and did a final inspection.
One hundred and fifty years ago, his ancestor, Qin Kai, the general of the Yan State, commanded the Yan army, drove the Donghu north, and expanded thousands of miles of territory for the Xia.
Today, it is his turn, the descendant of his ancestor, to inherit his ancestor's career and great achievements and continue to make contributions to the Xia.
He felt that the blood in his chest was already boiling, and every cell was roaring: Go ahead, go ahead, crush those Yi Di!
"I am Qin Mu, the commander-in-chief of the Southern Army of the Han Dynasty, and Yi and Di shall die!" After shouting these words in his heart, he grabbed the reins, held the crossbow, pointed forward, and ordered: "Everyone, make your contributions now!
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He turned back to his troops and said: "We are the husbands of the Southern Army. We must not lose to the Qiuba men of the Northern Army!"
"The wild boar shooting competition begins now!" He ordered loudly: "The entire army listens to my order and spreads out in a cone shape. Three riders form a group and hunt freely!"
"Ten thousand victories! Ten thousand victories! Ten thousand victories!" the soldiers raised their arms and shouted.
"For Your Majesty!" Qin Mu loosened the reins of his horse and took the lead in charging.
Behind him, his troops, following the tactics they had trained in the past, formed a three-tier battle formation and charged towards the enemy a hundred steps ahead.
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At this moment, under the banner of the Han army.
The chorus of civilians and soldiers reached its peak.
Yi Zong couldn't help but join in, and led his soldiers to sing together: "In the past, I went, and the millet and grain were blooming. Now I come to think about it, and the rain and snow are on the road. The king's affairs are difficult, so he can't leave home. Isn't that right?
Are you pregnant? Afraid of this simple letter..."
When he reached the excitement of singing, Yi Zong simply took off his clothes, picked up the drum hammer, and beat the drum to encourage his soldiers.
Dong Dong Dong! Dong Dong Dong!
The sound of majestic war drums can be heard for dozens of miles.
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On the battlefield, the horses galloped as fast as the wind and lightning.
Partridge looked up at the approaching Han cavalry and pointed the bronze collar in his hand forward: "Charge forward and tear them apart!"
"Wow, wow, wow!" Zhelan's cavalry suddenly had bloodshot eyes. He spread his hair and entered crazy mode.
Then, they also crossed their legs, and the horses immediately accelerated at full speed.
Two cavalrymen clashed head-on on a battlefield that was no more than a mile away.
Partridge took the lead and met the Han general who was also rushing at the front. He smiled ferociously and tightly grasped the bronze collar in his hand.
Experience told him that he could throw the weapon in his hand from a distance of about fifteen steps, and at least he could force the general to turn around. If he was lucky, he could even knock him off his horse.
However, his smile soon solidified on his face.
Because he saw a familiar weapon appearing in the Han general's right hand.
"Shuo Shuo Shuo!" The firing sound of the crossbow machine sounded continuously.
He was shocked and quickly lowered his body on the horse.
This was the standard posture used by the Huns in the past to defend against sneak attacks by Han army's crossbowmen.
But in his mind, there was a big question: "When did the Han Dynasty people have crossbows that could be cocked in advance?"
However, it was too late for him to think too much.
The Han army on the opposite side fired their crossbows one after another when they were about thirty steps away.
In an instant, Partridge heard it, and behind him, screams kept coming.
Zhelan people are keen on hand-to-hand combat, love hand-to-hand charges, and close combat.
But this also brings a fatal consequence - most of the Zhelan cavalry don't like to wear defensive items. Many even proudly claim - I don't even have anything for defense on me!
There is no doubt that such cavalry will suffer heavy losses once it is covered by the enemy's long-range projected firepower.
Now, this preference and characteristic has also dealt a heavy blow to Zhelan people.
Partridge judged from the sound that at least dozens or even hundreds of cavalry had been hit by the Han army's crossbow arrows.
At least fifty or sixty people were killed.
In this short period of time, not even two or three breaths, he lost more than 10% of his troops.
This made the partridge tremble with fear.
But he was not afraid. Instead, he raised his head, looked at the Han army crazily, and urged his horse to speed up again.
No Xiongnu tribe can compare with the Han army in projecting firepower from a long distance.
But what about hand-to-hand combat at close range?
Partridge pulled off the meteor hammer from his waist and kept shaking it in his hand.
Within five steps, he was going to explode the brains of the man opposite him!
However, in the next second, he shouted heartbreakingly: "No!"
Because, he saw that the Han army, which was no more than ten steps away, collectively threw away the crossbows in their hands.
These precious, terrifying and powerful weapons were thrown away by them like garbage.
Then, they pulled out the long ring-headed knives on their backs.
This kind of long sword shimmered with cold light, and was extremely long. At least, it was two or three times longer than any weapon used by the Huns on horseback that Partridge had seen in the past.
"Crush them!"
The last thing Partridge heard was an unfamiliar roar, and then he felt a pain in his neck, and the whole world suddenly spun.
Bang, his forehead touched the soil on the ground.
The aroma of the earth reached his nose.
It reminded him of his home thousands of miles away.
At the end of his life, he opened his mouth, and countless blood foam spit out from his nostrils and mouth.
In his pupils, he saw the wild fruits on the Qilian Mountains in his hometown, which were covered with branches. He saw his children riding lambs and playing at the foot of the Gaolan Mountains. He also saw countless blood flowing from the mountains of the Qilian Mountains and the Gaolan Mountains.
Flow down from the top.
In these seas of blood, countless resentful spirits are howling, roaring, cursing, and cursing.
"It turns out that what the shamans said were all lies..." This thought flashed through his mind: "There is no guidance from the ancestors and gods at all, there is only... the judgment of hell and crime!"
but……
"If there is an afterlife, I will still fight, fight, plunder and massacre, and be Zhelan's cavalry!" He finally raised his eyes and saw the trampling horse hooves and the bow of his beloved horse.
He licked his braid and said, "You Han people are not willing to surrender obediently, nor are you willing to be the slaves of my great Huns. It's really... let... me...
It’s so… so… difficult!”
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Qin Mu led his cavalry and rushed through the formation of Zhelan's cavalry.
He reached out and touched his face, which was wet and covered with hot blood.
He stuck out his tongue and licked it, it was salty!
Then, he reined in his horse and looked at the battlefield ahead.
It’s already hell. (To be continued.)
PS: Although, my unicorn arm tells me that I can’t stop at all!
However, I am still shamefully out of context here, hahahaha, I am so shameless!
Then~~~~
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