The battle lines are starting to stalemate a bit.

Compared to Feng Tu's ecstasy, Zhang He trembled, he still couldn't believe what had just happened in front of him, a thousand cavalry disappeared in front of his eyes like this......

"Where did this Shu captives come from? Sharp and sharp? ”

"General, that's an evil ghost, it must be an evil ghost army, the long knives in their hands are made of iron, and when they go down, everyone and horses are broken, all of them are like evil ghosts, whoever dares to stand in front of them will ......"

Before the retreating cavalry team could finish speaking, they were slashed down by Zhang He drawing his sword.

I saw him say sharply, "No one in this world can drive out ghosts and gods to work for him!" The old man has been fighting all his life, and there are not a thousand people who have been killed, but hundreds, why haven't I seen any ghosts come to me to ask for my life? I only believe in the sword in my hand! ”

He turned his head and asked left and right, "Are the two winged cavalry in place?" ”

"General Hui, it's already in place!"

"Okay, let them attack as planned immediately, they can't delay any longer!"

The original slight advantage, under this fight, has become the upper hand, if you don't want to turn around, the street pavilion can only let out again.

But fortunately, the infantry army in his hand was against this strange team, and although it also did not have the upper hand, it finally did not collapse at the touch of a button.

Feng Yongzheng was standing on the high platform triumphantly, and suddenly heard the sound of shouting behind him, he hurriedly raised his binoculars to look, only to see a routed army rushing over like a sheep being driven by the Cao army.

"I*&&%#¥" Feng Yong jumped to his feet and scolded on the spot, "A bunch of brutes! Are you pigs? ”

"Wang Han!"

"The last general!"

"Go! Hold the back, and don't let anyone in, or the thieves will take advantage of the opportunity! ”

"No!"

These routs near the battlefield really had nowhere to go, they were hungry and thirsty, and their back roads were cut off by Cao's army, and they could not escape back to Jicheng.

But Liu Yin didn't dare to use them, because the frightened rout, if they didn't go through enough rest, as long as there was a slight mistake, they would take the lead in routing again.

So he could only temporarily retract them, keep them away from the battlefield, and wait for the end of the Battle of the Street Pavilion.

When Feng Yong came over, the Night Hunter naturally reported the situation to him, and he only asked the auxiliaries to send some food to the defeated soldiers, Liu Yin didn't dare to use it, and Feng Yong himself didn't dare to use it.

Unexpectedly, in the past few days when Zhang He besieged Jieting, he had already discovered the location of the rout, and took advantage of Cao Wei's cavalry maneuver to go around to the rear and drive these frightened rout soldiers over again.

Feng Tu's experience was still too little, and the battle in front of him was fierce, so he forgot to observe the surrounding situation, and didn't notice where the cavalry on the two wings sent out by Zhang He had just gone after the attack on his two wings was unsuccessful.

It's just that the battlefield has extended to such a large extent, you rout soldiers can't be a little farther away? Waiting to die!

Although the front had been rejected once by the defenders of the street pavilion, the routs, supported by the desire to survive, still rushed desperately towards the rear of their own reinforcements.

"Don't shoot arrows, let's go in......"

"Please, give us a way to live!"

They wept, shouted, and pleaded.

Wang Han's hand was trembling slightly.

The rout had already crossed the distance of one hundred and fifty paces of arrows, and no arrows were fired in the formation.

The routs were in high spirits and hurriedly quickened their pace.

"Spread out in both directions!"

The loud soldiers in the formation were shouting at them with great effort.

"Help us!"

No one listened, and they still rushed forward desperately.

"Put!"

Wang Han gritted his teeth and ordered.

"Fluffy ......"

Although the arrow feathers were not very dense, they were enough to keep the rout at fifty paces away.

"Don't ......"

It is useless to plead.

The wounded rout lay on the ground in despair, feeling the ground shake, and the horse's hooves relentlessly trampled over their bodies and rushed forward.

"Kill the thief!"

Wang Han's eyes were red, and he drew his sword and drank vigorously.

"Kill!"

……

A wisp of blood flowed from the corner of Feng Yong's mouth, he closed his eyes, then opened them again, blinking vigorously, he felt that his eyes were a little blurry.

This damn war!

"Zhang He! I swear to kill you! ”

Feng Yong drew his sword and plunged straight into the high platform, and said 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 mobilizing the emotions of the opponent's commander was the most clever means to defeat the opponent.

From the very beginning, he noticed that the opponent's Chinese military was always a little strange, and compared to the normal situation, the other party's Chinese military seemed to convey very few military orders to all parties.

Basically, the generals and colonels who are at the forefront are organizing the soldiers to fight.

Now I see that even if there is a commotion in the back, the Chinese army still does not have too many moves.

This made him more and more suspicious.

Thinking of this, he gave another order to the left and right.

"General, there is another thief army in the north!"

When Feng Yong heard this, he was taken aback, and hurriedly raised his binoculars to look, and sure enough, he saw that the dust and smoke were billowing from his right flank, and it seemed that countless cavalry were rushing over.

Where did Zhang He get so many mobile troops?

Feng Yong thought like this, and hurriedly looked at the front army again, only to see that at some point, the Cao army had stopped attacking the front army, and instead used the infantry phalanx to set up a large shield and frantically suppressed the advance of the Mo Dao team with bows and crossbows.

Zhang He actually sent all the cavalry to his right flank and rear, and used wolf pack tactics to constantly harass him.

Feng Yong chuckled in his heart, of course he knew where his weakness was.

If Zhang He dared to rely on the elite cavalry he had at hand, he still used the old-fashioned cavalry assault tactics to tear apart the formation, and then the infantry followed, it was exactly what he wanted.

But if he bypassed his most proud Modao team and used the advantage of cavalry to attack both sides and the rear, he might not be able to cope with it.

In particular, the Modao team has another weakness, that is, the weapons are too heavy, and they can't swing and fight for a long time like ordinary soldiers, and 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, facing the opponent's elite cavalry, that is when you are at a disadvantage.

If you suffer a loss, you will suffer because there is no cavalry, you can only defend and counterattack, and you can't take the initiative to attack.

"The Modao team retreated to rest, and the latter stepped forward to defend and stabilize the formation."

Feng Yong hurriedly ordered.

The biggest advantage in his hands is the Mo Dao team and the heavy crossbow.

But the Mo Knife Team has a time limit, and the Heavy Crossbow also has a time limit.

No matter how much it is improved, the crossbow is still slow to wind after all, and as long as it is rushed to the front of the battle, it still has to rely on white-knuckle combat to determine the final victory.

Zhang He's temptation succeeded.

Feng Yong's two wings were not as invincible as the previous army, and some were even too weak, and most of them also had recruits who had not experienced a major battle, and some had not even seen blood.

Although he has good discipline, his fighting skills, battlefield cooperation, and these things that need to be accumulated are not comparable to the elite soldiers in Zhang He's hands for a while.

The sudden attack on the right flank caught people off guard, and they broke through the defense line at once, and Cao's infantry followed closely, wanting to continue to tear the gap.

Feng Yong gritted his teeth and sent out the last mobile force in his hand - he knew that his command of the battle was not his forte, so the Chinese army was left behind, and the troops of the four sides were all in charge of the front-line generals.

Zhang He saw that the Chinese army on the opposite side finally moved, and exhaled a breath with a smile on his face.

He didn't really have any extra troops in his hands.

This mobilization of Shu troops was only a last attempt, but I didn't expect it to be successful.

Now it seems that as long as you can hold back the other party's weird long knife team, the rest is nothing to worry about.

At the beginning, I was frightened by the front army of this team, and I thought it was the white soldiers who met Shu.

Unexpectedly, not only was the other party's commander unfamiliar, but even the cooperation of those soldiers seemed to be extremely blunt, it seems that this team, from top to bottom, is a newcomer to the battlefield.

It is unbelievable that this battlefield newcomer can fight like this with the elite veterans in his hands. If there was a chance for them to grow, it would be a terrible team.

It's a pity that you don't have a chance.

Zhang He smiled indifferently.