Chapter 116: The Northland (16)

Lu Fang saw Chen Cheng standing in front of the infantry line, and his face turned green. This is not comparable to cavalry combat, and the casualty rate of the cavalry hedging the first platoon is two or three percent higher than that of the back. With infantry against cavalry, those who stand in the first row basically think of themselves as dead. Killing one is enough, killing two is earning.

"The lord has the high hopes of tens of thousands of soldiers, and he should be in command of the Chinese army!" Lu Fang hated the iron and shouted: "Even if you want to be in the battle formation, wait for the opportunity to lead the cavalry to charge, what is the reason for squatting on the battle line with a spear like the infantry?" Please forgive me for not understanding! ”

Chen Cheng felt that what Lu Fang said was very reasonable, so he said to Zhao Yun: "Zilong, you take my personal soldiers to the back and stand by." ”

Zhao Yun shook his head and said, "The lord is standing here, how can I hide behind?" ”

Chen Cheng glared at him and shouted, "I'm not discussing with you, I'm giving orders!" ”

Zhao Yun was stunned for a moment, and arched his hand: "Obey!" ”

After that, he beckoned to the other soldiers and said, "Come with me!" ”

Lu Fang shouted: "The lord also invites to command under the general's flag!" ”

Chen Cheng said: "This time you will command. ”

Lu Fang still had to be persuaded again, and Chen Cheng shouted: "If you can't do it, then just say it, I'll let Xu Rong command!" ”

"Humph!" Lu Fang said hatefully: "I have never seen such a soldier!" ”

He turned and jumped on his horse and ran in the direction of the flag. Chen Cheng lamented in his heart: The ghost is willing to squat in the first row with a spear, but if he doesn't do this, how can those powerful private soldiers in the county have the confidence to hold on?

Seeing the big battle made by the Huns just now, even he himself was shocked, not to mention the others. His martial arts are very strong, and in a battle of about 100 people, he is almost invincible. In a battle of 1,000 people, you can also gain a huge advantage by raiding enemy generals or shooting arrows.

But as the number of troops increases, his role becomes less and less. He can kill a hundred or two hundred people in a single battle, which is almost the limit, can he still be expected to overturn tens of thousands of enemies by himself? Even if it's tens of thousands of pigs, it will take a few days.

And to be honest, he doesn't think that his level of command is very high. Fighting such a thing depends either on talent or experience. His talent is probably above average, and he doesn't have much experience. Han Xin said that Liu Bang could command 100,000 troops, and if he Chen Cheng was replaced, it would probably be 10,000 or 20,000.

The main reason is that the communication delay in this era is so great that it is impossible to carry out micro-manipulation at all, and you don't even think about such things as "moving the machine gun position forward by ten meters". Anyway, now it's Cheng Yi, Yang Qiu and himself are commanding all the way to the soldiers and horses, then he has nothing to command, just fight to kill the enemy, cutting people is what he is best at.

The movement of tens of thousands of cavalry was earth-shattering, and the smoke and dust spread for more than ten miles. The Huns divided into more than two dozen thousand troops and rushed towards the south. The drums of the Chengyi army on the left flank were loud, and the six thousand horsemen spread out, pulled out a front more than two miles long, and rushed forward against the Huns.

Yang Qiu and Chen Cheng in the middle chose the same tactics, both of which were to put the infantry in the front row and the cavalry in the back, ready to defend and counterattack. When the cavalry of the Huns rushed up, the sound of bangzi in the infantry battle array, thousands of strong bows pointed diagonally into the sky, fired in unison, and the arrows rose, like a rapidly moving dark cloud.

Dense arrows fell, and more than 100 Hun cavalry fell on the spot, and were immediately trampled into meat sauce by the people behind. More people and horses had arrows on them, but they were wounded but not killed. Even though the armor of the Huns was terrible, the lethality of the light arrows thrown was still too small. Moreover, the Hun light cavalry moved quickly, and many arrows were inserted diagonally into the ground.

The second round of arrows killed more Huns, and then the third round of direct fire, and the opposite Hun cavalry fell to the ground. The archer finished three rounds and ran as fast as he could. The crossbowmen nervously lifted more than a thousand crossbows, then pulled the trigger hard. With the sound of the machine, the short crossbow bolt shot out. Powerful crossbow bolts pierced through the galloping horses and human bodies, and hundreds of horses neighed and fell to the ground.

At this time, the Huns had already rushed to a distance of less than thirty paces in front of the formation. Watching thousands of cavalry rushing over, Chen Cheng only felt as if he was in a stormy sea. He cursed in his heart: Where is there such a use of cavalry? These people are so barbaric!

He tore his throat and roared, "Steady, steady!" ”

Beside him, the pikemen stood up, shoulder to shoulder, their dense spears pointing out diagonally. Even if Chen Cheng was wearing two battle armors, there was no guarantee that he would be completely fine at this time. The Huns on the opposite side were close enough to be able to see very clearly, dirty and smelly clothes, hideous faces, and under the high level of mental tension, time seemed to be slowed down hundreds or thousands of times.

He watched as the spear in the hand of the Hun directly opposite was raised, and the tip of the spear that shimmered with cold light rippled slightly. The surrounding sounds were elongated, and everyone's movements became extremely slow, looking very ridiculous.

Chen Cheng clenched his left hand, shielded the flank of his body with a shield, exerted force with his right arm, his biceps muscles bulged high, and the armor was raised, and the spear in his hand slowly but firmly aimed at the oncoming war spurs.

At such a time, he still had time to think about other problems. Every time you fight, you have to do your best. For soldiers fighting on the front line, every time a battle starts, there is a possibility of a transition between life and death. If it weren't for the fact that I wouldn't really die, would I still be so heroic?

Even Guan Zhong and the others had abandoned their swords and deserted the army and fled, would they be more determined and fearless than them? The answer is probably no.

The spear slowly touched the horse's neck, and the flow of time suddenly returned to normal. The war horse was pierced through the body by the sharp spear, screaming and crashing into the shield in front of Chen Cheng. The tremendous momentum was transmitted and knocked him back a step. There was a jolt in his back, and kinetic energy was transmitted, knocking the soldier behind him to the ground.

Chen Cheng used his shield to push away the corpse of the war horse, and the spear pierced the Huns on the ground. The Hun man with his war horse suppressed his body, unable to move, and watched Chen Cheng raise his spear, and couldn't help but let out a desperate wail. The spear stabbed down and hit the Huns in the neck. The sharp tip of the spear cut diagonally in, cutting off the spine, and the man was turned into a corpse on the spot.

The spear drew back with all its might, and stabbed it to the side. The Huns on the side had just gotten up from the ground, and when they saw Chen Cheng kill a companion neatly, they were shocked by the speed with which he wielded his spear. When he saw Chen Cheng's starting style, the Hun man's face couldn't help but show a frightened look, he didn't care about anything else, threw away his weapon, and grabbed the shield with both hands to block it.

Then the cold light flashed, and in the howling wind, the Huns' bodies shook, and the shields in their hands suddenly shattered. After the spear penetrated the shield, it castrated and pierced the owner of the shield. Chen Cheng retracted his spear with all his might, and stabbed it at the next enemy. He was caught in a scuffle, and the impact of the cavalry was not something that the infantry could easily counteract. Even if the horse is stabbed to death by a spear, the force of the collision is not so easy to remove.

The entire front was in chaos, and Chen Cheng's infantry suffered heavy casualties, but also killed and wounded many Hun cavalry. Having lost their shock power, the combat effectiveness of the Huns was greatly reduced. The horses caught in the infantry battle formation could not advance or retreat, and it was difficult to even turn around, and they were cut down to the ground one by one by the infantry.

Crossbowmen at the rear of the infantry phalanx fired freely at the battle line, and arrows and short crossbows flew across the battlefield, killing the Huns one by one. The guerrilla archers of the Huns also rode on their horses to rain arrows into the battle array, and from time to time soldiers fell screaming.

Farther out, the Huns' cavalry penetrated through the gaps in the battle formation, some of them rushing directly to the rear banners, while others used straight swords and short spears to kill the soldiers on the edge of the infantry battle formation, or fired bows and arrows as they ran. The short spears used by the Huns were not very long, only between one and a half to two meters, which was much shorter than the spears used by the infantry, and if the infantry were determined, the Huns would not take advantage of it at all.

Chen Cheng buried himself in the fight, he held his shield and spear, and roared loudly as he killed the enemy one by one. Gradually, many soldiers followed him, shouting together to kill the Huns, who had lost their impact. Not far in front of him, a Hun man stabbed an infantry with a short spear, and before he could pull out the short spear, Chen Cheng had already taken three steps forward and threw the spear in his hand.

The spear went like a meteor and knocked the Hun off his horse. Several infantry rushed forward and slashed around the man, until flesh and blood flew everywhere. I don't know how long the fight lasted, Chen Cheng only felt that his whole body was soaked with blood, and even his eyes were blurred, but his surroundings were suddenly empty. He came back to his senses and looked around, only to see dozens of corpses lying all over him.

The soldiers around him were also like blood gourds, covered in blood. Some of the Hun cavalry retreated in embarrassment, but they were covered and killed by Zhao Yun and the cavalry from behind for a while. In the sound of horses' hooves, Zhao Yun, who was on a silver gun and white horse, was unstoppable, and picked off the enemy one by one under the gaze of everyone.

On the Yellow River on the right, dozens of ferries have lowered their anchors and lined up along the river, and the soldiers on board are busy winding their crossbows. Under the banner of the general in the rear, the sound of gold sounded, Zhao Yun reined in the war horse, turned around and ran back with the cavalry. There was a burst of cheers from the position, and the soldiers let out all sorts of invectives at the retreating enemy.

"Whew", Chen Cheng inhaled deeply, his chest filled with the sweet taste of scarlet. After slashing for a long time, most of the soldiers on the side were tired and wanted to die, but he only felt that his spirit was getting better and better. Every time the blade cut into the flesh, every time the sparks collided between the steels, his spirit was even more high.

Chen Cheng put his finger in his mouth and let out a loud whistle. With a long hiss, he scurried through the corpses and crowds on the ground and rushed to him. Chen Cheng turned over his horse and galloped back to the place where the flag was planted on the high ground.

Lu Fang saw Chen Cheng riding a horse to the high ground, took two steps to the side, and relinquished his command.

"Immediately let the people come forward to clean up the battlefield, and the wounded of our army will be evacuated as soon as possible, and the wounded soldiers of the Huns will be carried to the front." Chen Cheng said: "Find a few more prisoners of war and let him tell the leader of the Huns: Heaven has the virtue of a good life, and we are willing to return the wounded soldiers to them." ”

This is not the first time he has used this trick, as long as the other party accepts the trick, whether he agrees or disagrees, he will fall into the trap. If you agree, it will be a waste of time, and when the wounded soldier is brought back, the soldier who sees it will inevitably empathize with him and be afraid. If they don't agree, it will make the soldiers suspicious, and the next time they fight, they will think, don't get hurt, or they will die.

Chen Cheng thought to himself: This is called Yangmou!

The released Huns rode their horses and galloped north, like rabbits being hunted by wild beasts.

But Chen Cheng's hope soon turned into disappointment, and under the big bow on the opposite side, several cavalry units were divided and trotted out. After the Hun cavalry rushed out, they spread out to both sides and formed a wide front.

Chen Cheng increased the amount with his hand and said to himself: I knew that things would never be smooth sailing.

It turned out that the Huns only temporarily retreated the whole group, and not were repulsed. The infantry on the position looked at each other, and many began to look back at the rear. Their martial arts are not bad, but their organization is much worse than that of the Northern Army. Only after resisting a surprise attack of the Huns, the infantry phalanx was already showing signs of collapse.

But it's no wonder that the Huns, who rushed up just now, seemed to be crazy, and many of them even collided with people and horses. Fortunately, most of the horses still did not dare to face the sharp spears, otherwise they would have smashed through all five infantry phalanxes on this side by just ramming.

And these Huns are very well equipped, and they are estimated to be the elite of the enemy.

Looking at his own messy position, as well as the blood-stained soldiers on the position, Chen Cheng sighed in his heart and said secretly: I originally thought that the Huns were similar to the Wuhuan people, but I didn't expect them to be so kind. The Wuhuan people were pinched by Zhang Ju and Zhang Chun, and they didn't have any temper at all, and their morale was not comparable to that of the Huns.