The Huodong army pressed on, and was struggling to attack the city, and suddenly killed such an enemy from the left and right flanks, and in just an instant, the formation was already in chaos.

"The king, the king, it's not good, it's not good, Song Dog has an ambush, Song Dog has an ambush ......"

Nong Zongdan had already stood up from the stirrups, how could he not see the Song soldiers killed on the two wings of the army? The first reaction was puzzled, and he asked, "Where did Xiao Zhu get these soldiers and horses?" ”

"King, these are soldiers and horses from Pennsylvania, more than 3,000 people, and someone has already reported it in front of him."

"Nonsense, where are Pennsylvanians so brave? Where can Pennsylvanins have so much ironclad? Nong Zongdan was puzzled before he began to be anxious.

"The King...... King, it can't be Di Qing coming back, right? ”

"Fart, Di Qing has retreated to the north of Pennsylvania for one or two hundred miles, and it is already three hundred miles away from Yongzhou, how can he suddenly appear here? Isn't he still able to fly? At this time, Nong Zongdan not only opened his mouth to scold, but even raised a horsewhip to whip the person who was talking next to him.

"How's that the king...... What to do? ”

Nong Zongdan gritted his teeth and shouted: "Don't attack the city first, follow me to kill these Song dogs outside the city, kill and defeat the Song dogs outside the city first, and then attack the city." ”

"Yes, my lord, I'll give the order."

It's just that this war is raging, and how can the order be transmitted.

Just like Di Qing asked Gan Qi a question a few days ago, is it important to plan to fight? Or is it important to command on the spot?

Ganchi thought for a long time, and finally replied: "When the plan is more important, the pre-war plan is the basis for victory." ”

Gan Qi's answer made Di Qing very pleased at that time.

In ancient wars, the difference between victory and defeat was not mainly in command, but in planning.

Why? Because in ancient times, there was no means of communication, let alone a means of transportation for later generations. So how can a real big war be commanded in front of battle?

When a real war starts, the immediate command will hardly play much role, even if there are flags, the priority of the drums, and the withdrawal of troops, these things can only convey some simple messages.

Therefore, before the war, there must be a complete plan, and in Ganch's words, this plan must also have a certain degree of fault tolerance.

The so-called plan is who to bring, how many soldiers and horses to bring, where to go, and what people to complete. To truly command a big war, it is necessary to make extremely detailed plans, even to the point that none of them can accomplish any tasks.

After the start of the war, execution becomes very important, and everyone completes what they have to do according to the plan, which direction to attack, where to support, which communication artery to defend, or when to attack in what direction.

These plans were to be made before the start of the war, not to be commanded after the battle.

Therefore, once the pre-war plan is done, it cannot be easily modified, otherwise the whole game will be chaotic, and even lead to the loss of the whole game. In ancient times, fighting a war was not a game, not a mouse click, and you could command people here and there. In ancient communications, if it was in a huge battlefield area, the time for information to go back and forth, and the degree of cooperation between various departments were the key to victory or defeat. It's not that an order is really 100% delivered, let alone conveyed immediately, and there will be no feedback in a short period of time.

These are the command art in the era of cold weapons, in the past, Han Qi was good at the first battle of Shuichuan, that is, the command was chaotic, the tasks of each department were unclear, the military orders were ambiguous, and the advance and retreat of each department were out of ground. Han Qi obviously didn't know how to command a big battle.

At this moment, outside Yongzhou City, it has become a pot of porridge.

Some people are continuing to attack Yongzhou City, some people are going left and right to meet the enemy on the flanks, and some people have already seen a little clue and hesitated.

Nong Zhigao took one or two hundred horse-beating soldiers around him and galloped to the east to meet Ganqi.

Most of the people in the city don't know what the situation is.

Only the people above the city are looking far away and seeing the battle situation clearly.

The magistrate Gao Xiang had already said next to Xiao Zhu: "Zhizhou, at this time, when Kaicheng attacked, cooperate with Gan Daojian, and defeat the enemy army in one fell swoop." ”

Xiao Zhu nodded when he heard this, but said in his mouth: "Wait, wait until the enemy army is more chaotic and show its decline, and then attack safely." ”

Xiao Note At this moment, there is a big picture.

Gan Qi under the city, stuffy head beating horses, only galloping forward to slash and kill, Di Qing said, as long as the enemy formation is chiseled, the enemy will be cut apart, and the formation will be immediately chaotic, and the victory is in hand.

Keeping this in mind, Gan Qi stabbed with a spear in his hand, accompanied by smashing and volleying.

There was an iron armor on his body, and it clanged again and again.

What is adrenaline? It is to make people forget the pain, forget the fatigue, and be excited, like a mad demon.

People, after all, are animals. People on the battlefield are no different from animals. At this moment, the darkness of human nature, bloodthirsty, ruthless, is undoubtedly revealed.

As long as the adrenaline is there, the mind will never be calm.

"Kill, kill with me, kill out!" Ganch's cry was like the roar of a beast in the woods.

Beside Gan Qi, Di Yong, Zhou Tong, and Gan Ba, who had fallen off his horse but got up and walked forward, and countless generals of the Northwest Hundred Battles.

The iron armor entered the battle, and it was really like a tank, rampage. The Huotong people are still the Huotong people of six years ago, the Huotong people who were destroyed and defeated by Di Qing.

Ganchi didn't know how many people he had killed, but he reached out again and again to wipe the blood that obscured his face.

At some point, Gan Ba had already walked in front of Gan Qi, stabbed with a gun, smashed with fists and feet, and even collided with his fat and huge body.

At this moment, Zhao Zonghan had already walked to the side of the battlements, used the battlements to protect his figure, and kept sticking out his head to look under the city wall, trying to find where Gan Qi was in the crowd.

This time, he found it, he was excited, stood up and raised his finger: "Dao Jian is there, Dao Jian is there!" ”

After saying these two words, Zhao Zonghan suddenly tumbled out of the stomach juice, and vomited in his mouth again and again, the scene of the sea of corpses and blood was really unbearable, and even smelling the blood, he couldn't help but be disgusting.

There weren't many arrows flying up under the city, Cai had already walked to Zhao Zonghan's side, looked in the direction Zhao Zonghan pointed, and shouted excitedly: "The wind is blowing and the clouds are flying, and the warriors are guarding the Quartet!" ”

The literati are still the literati.

More and more scholars and students came out of the tower, walked to the battlements, and looked out with their waists bent, and some even picked up the stones that had been prepared on the city wall and threw them out.

There were also many people who hid inside the towers and did not dare to come out, but only looked out from the panes.

The sound of vomiting suddenly came and went, and the ground outside the city was covered with blood, dead and wounded, severed arms and limbs, and internal organs......

Suddenly, Gan Qi, who had just assassinated someone, only felt a black object in front of his head quickly smash towards him, Gan Qi hurriedly leaned over to dodge, but he couldn't sit steadily, and fell off the horse, and he could only blame Gan Qi for not being skilled in riding.

Looking up again, a tall horse, a strong man, a huge mace.

Nong Zongdan was in front of him.