Fan Bolong raised his sword to kill himself, and the blood sprayed all over the official's face, and he screamed in fright.

"Shaofujun, Shaofujun, Fan Bolong has been punished by the guilt!"

Since coming to the Tang Dynasty, watching people die almost every day, Fan Bolong is one of the most common, Qin Jin will not be overflowing with sympathy, Fan Bolong can only blame the old man Fan Changming for unscrupulous means, in order to achieve the goal, even his own son was used as a bargaining chip.

Unexpectedly, Fan Bolong looked like a cowardly appearance, but he still had a bit of stubbornness in his bones, but it was a pity that he had a bastard father. He could not bear the de facto betrayal of his classmates, and he could not accept his father's all-out use of methods, and perhaps choosing to kill himself was the only way to escape.

The hands holding the spears trembled rhythmically with the earthquake, and the cavalry of the Tibetan army was getting closer and closer, and they were unprepared for this encounter, and they were not half sure, but when it came to the end, they had no choice. Live or die!

Qin Jin had limited chips to survive, only six hundred pikemen and two hundred crossbowmen, and now he regretted that he had brought fewer crossbowmen, and if he could bring more, he might be able to improve his chances of survival.

"Crossbowmen ready!"

Compared to the pikemen, the crossbowmen were in a mess, and they only instinctively sat in two teams on either side of the pikemen. Hearing Qin Jin's order, the crossbowmen immediately raised the crossbow that had already been loaded with crossbow arrows, and the mouth of the arrow was slightly raised. The crossbow bolt is fast and powerful, and the arc of the longbow is much smaller when fired, so it does not need to be pointed at a large angle towards the sky.

It is estimated that the cavalry of the Fan army has entered the range of four hundred paces, "beat the drums, blow the horns!"

There are special drummers in the Solidarity Army, and when fighting, the sound of drums and trumpets can effectively boost morale. As the drums beat to the beat, the pikemen unanimously lowered their spears forward one by one.

The pikemen in the first row poked the tail of their guns in the snow and stepped on their left foot to fix them, so that the guns were pointed diagonally forward, while the second row of pikemen was pointed forward at a lower angle than the first row, and so on a few rows back, forming a dense and layered wall of spear tips in front of the entire gun formation.

"Crossbowman shoots!"

Qin Jin squeezed the air out of his chest with all his might, and roared in his throat, and two hundred short-tailed crossbow arrows shot out, smashing into the galloping cavalry like a torrential rain and hail. The sky was already overcast, and the solidarity soldiers could faintly see that the salvo caused a fluctuation to the rapidly advancing cavalry, and one after another people fell from their horses, and the horses fell to death.

But this is a drop in the bucket compared to the total number of enemy cavalry.

Qin Jin was secretly cold, the scale of this cavalry was around 1,000 people. According to previous experience, even the united soldiers, who were twice as large as the Fan soldiers, had no advantage, not to mention that they now had an absolute disadvantage in numbers.

The gun formation of the united soldiers according to the training looks decent, but Qin Jin has only seen the depiction of scales and half claws in the book, and has not really used and seen it, and he is also worried about whether he can block the hard blow of the cavalry of the Fan army.

"Don't stop, crossbowmen do a second round of shooting, use all your strength, including the end of the milk!"

While thinking quickly, Qin Jin gave the order for a second salvo, which was tantamount to telling the crossbowmen to fire as many salvos as possible when the cavalry of the Fan army arrived in front of them, because they only had this short moment of effort, and at most no more than six volleys.

The unity soldiers' crossbows completely suppressed the cavalry of the Tibetan cavalry, and the cavalry hid themselves in the side of the saddle to avoid the rain of crossbow arrows, the only advantage that effectively protected the pikemen from being shot.

Qin Jin had already discovered from the battle a few days ago that the soldiers under An Lushan's command did not seem to be good at using the cavalry and archery tactics that frightened the countries of later generations, and the use of the cavalry bow was only to carry out additional blows before receiving the battle. These Hu people from the Western Regions rely more on their blood and bravery.

Sure enough, maybe in the dark, the cavalry of the Fan army couldn't see the Sensen gun formation clearly, maybe they couldn't afford to look down on the Tang army that had been defeated repeatedly, and they didn't even bother to do the most basic flank detours of the cavalry, and rushed straight over with round after round of arrow rain, and there was a great formation of Mount Tai crushing everything.

One hundred, seventy, fifty steps, the salvo of the crossbowmen was only four rounds, and there was only one last chance. Qin Jin could already feel the strong wind stirred up by the iron flow of the cavalry, and the coldness of the iron armor and the bloody smell of blood smashed towards him.

"Gun array, ready!kill!kill!kill!"

Shouting and shouting before battle will help to motivate the soldiers and deter the attacking enemy. Suddenly, the sound of killing shook the sky, Qin Jin didn't know if the soldiers in front of him had a little fear, but he could clearly feel that the united soldiers had reached the best state of battle, and almost got rid of the fear of being attacked.

The heavy snow did not stop the iron hooves of the cavalry, and the next moment it crashed into the gun formation that the unity soldiers had already formed like a stormy wave. They didn't have to do anything, they just grabbed the barrel of the gun with their hands covered with cold sweat and waited quietly.

The cavalry of the Fan army actually used the most clumsy tactics and rushed up directly, and before Qin Jin could rejoice, he felt a strong force coming from his hands and left foot. The spear he held pierced the neck of the horse and plunged into the chest of the horseman. The war horse neighed, and under the action of huge inertia, the body of the gun tore the flesh of the neck of the war horse, and the body of the gun that was bent by the impact of the war horse lost its restraint, and the cavalry of more than 100 catties of horses was bounced out.

The war horse fell down at Qin Jin's feet, and he was so angry that the horse's blood sprayed all over his face with the hot temperature.

The frontal front of the gun array was composed of hundreds of people shoulder to shoulder, perhaps Qin Jin was at the far left, and the impact was relatively small. The pikemen in the middle faced a more bloody impact, after the first wave of cavalry collided with the gun array, the speed was frustrated, but the cavalry behind continued to move forward, the spear in the hand of a unity soldier was submerged into the abdominal cavity of the galloping war horse, the spear body was bent to the limit, and it was broken violently, and the broken spear body pierced directly into the chest cavity of the unity soldier, shattering the bones into the flesh, cutting the abdominal cavity, and the red-green intestines spurted out instantly......

The level of bloodiness far exceeded that of previous battles to defend the city. Some of the unity soldiers couldn't stand this cruel scene, they couldn't help but vomit on the spot, the hands holding the guns were loosened, the war horses collided again, and the tail of the gun poked in the snow jumped up directly, and rushed backwards, and the unity soldiers behind were caught off guard, and were stabbed through by the blunt head of the spear, and they were angry on the spot!

The pikemen in the first platoon were about to be lost......

After a tragic collision, the momentum of the cavalry of the Tibetan army was finally stopped, and more than 200 people were lost at one time, while the battle formation of the united soldiers, although scarred, was still firmly nailed to the snow and did not waver.

The cavalry of the Fan army lost its impact and soon fell into a sudden chaos, Qin Jin seized this golden opportunity and shouted to the crossbowmen hiding behind the pikemen: "Crossbowmen shoot on both sides!"

Two hundred crossbowmen woke up like a dream, and rushed out of the flanks with their crossbows that had already been loaded with feather arrows, and opened their bows left and right, just like harvesting leeks, reaping the lives of the soldiers. The power of the crossbow is extremely high, and at such a close distance, it can penetrate two or three people in a row, and even if you are wearing iron armor, you can shoot through the whole person. Qin Jin finally saw the terrifying power of this kind of heavy crossbow in the army, no wonder the imperial court strictly forbade the private possession of heavy crossbows, but the bow and arrow were not strictly controlled. However, the heavy crossbow is extremely arm-intensive, and even if it is a crossbow that can be opened with the help of its feet, after this last round of volleys, half of the crossbowmen are already unable to pull the crossbow.

Qin Jin knew that the Fan army must not be given a chance to breathe, and the attack must not stop. He wiped the horse's blood from his face, drew the horizontal knife at his waist, and roared angrily: "Abandon the crossbow, draw the knife, and kill me!"

The crossbowmen couldn't pull their crossbows, but they were more than enough to use their horizontal knives, and they rushed forward in a hurry.

The successive attacks and heavy casualties finally caused the cavalry of the Tibetan army to completely collapse. The purpose of fighting is not to send people to death, the Tang army's gun array has never been seen before, and under the sudden setback of the light enemy, the cavalry of the Tibetan army, which has been in battle for a long time, is demoralized and at a loss. In the confusion, the retreating Turkic languages came and went......

The remnants of the Tibetan army turned around and scattered one after another, and Qin Jin did not dare to relax at all, for fear that these remnants would gather again and launch a counteroffensive. He also ordered the crossbowmen to pick up their crossbows again, and to open as many arrows as they could, and to be on full alert.

It wasn't until dawn that the remnants of the fleeing Fan army did not return, and Qin Jin confirmed that he had won a great victory! This battle was actually won! Although it was tragic and abnormal, it was the first time that the united soldiers defeated the superior cavalry with fewer in a field battle, and defeated the superior cavalry with inferior infantry!

"The Tang Army is mighty, long live the Tang Army!"

I don't know who took the lead in shouting, and the voice of mighty long live immediately resounded in the sky above the Jiusaka Mountains.

"Break through Changshi Township, kill Fan Changming, and leave no chickens and dogs!" Soon, someone pointed the finger at Fan Changming, a sinister and despicable villager.

At this time, the official who was hiding in the ruins of the granary poked his head out, and found that he had escaped from danger, and he breathed a long sigh of relief with a sense of the rest of his life after the catastrophe, and trotted to Qin Jin.

"Shaofujun, it is not advisable to stay here for a long time, it is better to return to Xin'an as soon as possible!"

Qin Jin nodded, if there is another wave of rebel cavalry, these of them who are almost exhausted in battle, I am afraid that they will all have to be explained in this Changshi Township.

Fan Changming's account, it's not too late to calculate it in the future!

"The soldiers will cut off their heads regardless of whether they live or die and bring them back to Xin'an!"

……

After a long time, a group of sneaky people ran out of the Kusaka woodland. Fan Changming, the townsman, was almost stupid, how could he think that he would defeat more than 1,000 soldiers with 800 united soldiers.

"Da Lang!"

A terrible wail suddenly sounded, and the old man found his eldest son lying on the snow, the blood gushing out of his chest had already formed a dark red ice cube, and there seemed to be a few crystal ice flowers hanging on his pale face.

Fan Changming trembled and held his son who was frozen into an ice lump in his arms, old tears were rampant, regretting that he shouldn't have done it in the first place!

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