The enemy came from afar, Jianwei thought that they still needed to slow down once, even if it was just to make an adjustment, to take care of the terrain here to facilitate the charge, using this time, the chaotic army could more or less react, but he miscalculated, this Eastern Xia Jia and other military governments only have tactics. A large number of cavalry did slow down, they stretched into a long display, from the ridge of the slope, from the slope down, Hessesen saw only a line of horsemen, but the small group of cavalry at the head of the line did not pause, and shot like hounds into the Jingkang army.

It was already the second half of the night, and the moon was moving westward, and the half-hidden hook in the sky seemed to tremble high and low as the cavalry horses swayed.

Faces and armor need more recognition.

Taking advantage of the dim moonlight to get even darker, this shareholder Xia Brave cavalry actually plunged in and mixed into the Jingkang cavalry, like a handful of beans sprinkled into a piece of beans. All of a sudden, the entire army fell into chaos, and someone exclaimed: "Dongxia people." ”

It's useless to shout "Dongxia people", and the moonlight is not enough to make people identify.

I don't know when the officers and men of Jingkang have been in a mess.

If they hadn't prepared for cavalry battle, and the men and horses were marching in clusters, maybe a group of Xia people would have been killed, and everyone would have known where they were, but what about now? The cavalry seized the terrain, formed a loose formation and moved, rushed in and stirred, and could only hear the screams in the camp from time to time, which made the familiar cavalry crowd each other, but it was useless, where to slash and kill each other for a while, people would move sharply, and soon the small circle would be rushed away.

Jianwei understands that this kind of trick is also very common.

Warriors went deep into the enemy camp, dressed in similar or identical clothes, and identified their side by white feathers or white cloth tied around their arms.

He let the soldiers around him shout: "Look for Bai Ling, look for Bai Armband." ”

But it didn't work.

Dongxia did not use this means.

It wasn't until this shareholder Xia Bing wandered to Jianwei's side, fought one or two, and then flowed away, that Jianwei found out what was the difference with the one who fought back and killed.

Just impulsed by the flow of people, even if he is strong in martial arts, he was also stabbed, the armor leaf on his arm was split, pushed away the soldier who tied his wound, and he couldn't find it, and when he looked up, he saw the remnants of the enemy's dead war horse, and he shouted: "There are fireflies on the horse's head." The horses of the Tangut people have a firefly on their head. ”

He shouted loudly, but his heart was already full of fear.

The army is chaotic enough, chaotic enough, at this time, the army of Eastern Xia is adjusting, as long as they explore the surroundings, it is a large-scale charge.

If that's not scary enough, it's the firefly embedded in the horse's head.

Who would have thought?

Yes, this tactic has existed since ancient times, but it is all taken from local materials, wrapped in a color that is recognized by one's own people, and it is white, and now? The Eastern Xia army was covertly changed to fireflies, with only a faint bright spot.

This kind of faint bright spot is more suitable for riding and fishing in troubled waters, the horses are mixed and walking, you have a white cloth on your body, a few white hairs are not easy to identify, and the weak fireflies on the horse's head can be quickly identified, and if they are trained, they are particularly easy to use.

This firefly is a testimony to the strength of the Eastern Xia army.

But no matter how you find out, it's too late, the long Dongxia riding line has been adjusted, the fireworks are dancing wildly in the air, and the horses are even more panicked, the people and horses leaned down, Jianwei is sure, they must be a firefly on the head of a horse when they come like this.

Before he got on his horse, he roared vigorously: "Look at the enemy's horse, there are fireflies." ”

Turning over on the horse, he was already cold in his hands and feet.

The number of enemies will only be less than their own, not more, but the end is already doomed.

He is powerless to change the situation at the moment, and the only thing he can do is not to let the precious cavalry of the imperial court be wiped out. He walked around, roaring about how to identify the enemy army, but seeing that the effect was not obvious, the army retreated, and in a hurry, he looked at the woods where the birds were frightening, and shouted: "All officers and soldiers. Passing high to each other, into the woods. Let me into the woods. Pass through the woods on the northern slope. ”

Li Sihun rode a black horse and wrapped in a black cloak, standing on the dirt slope, and watched the large, large-scale battles on the wilderness with some generals...... The horse is black, the cloak is black, and the armor is made of carbon steel, although it is bright and reflective, it is also black, even the metal baffle sticking out of his cheeks is black, only the Yan Ling on the top of his head is white, he is like a black mandrill ghost drilled out of the field.

It's just that this mandrill has a slender body, and the cloak covers the horse's hips, and it is so black that it is all together. He relaxed his grip, pointed with his hand, and said to his comrades around him: "This Jingkang general is quite qualified, he wants to use the woods to reduce the intensity of the battle, and lead the cavalry to climb the mountain and hide." Just drive them into the mountains. The establishment has been chaotic, there have been many routs and flights, and we have been beaten like this, and the morale is low, and it is no longer of great use. ”

He's right.

About an hour later, dozens of miles away, the northern slope that could have been seen, among the rugged hills and shrubs, was full of scattered Jingkang troops.

People and horses are already in disarray......

Standing on the battlefield, the woods were far away, but the army was saved.

Jianwei was aggrieved, with tears in his eyes, and he picked up his armor to wrap his wounds.

Several generals finally found him, but no one settled accounts with him.

His appearance, his judgment, and even his command won the approval of the multitude.

The crowd gathered around him and asked, "Major General." What are we going to do? Soon it will be dawn. Are we still going to Yuyang? Has the enemy been scattered? ”

How does Jianwei know.

His mind was full of thoughts of killing himself and taking responsibility for the defeat.

Soon after entering the battlefield, he was beaten head-on, especially the unique tactics of Dongxia, which made him feel terrified and frustrated, if the defeat was not terrible, he could still try to get back, but he was beaten to the point of lack of confidence, and repeatedly asked himself: "Can I win against them?" ”

He really wanted to tell the group of generals who were surrounding him: "Can I know what to do?" This is the first time I have led a soldier. ”

But he knew that if such words came out of his mouth, the army would be scattered, and the Lord would say that he did not know what to do, and who would know, and who would know?

He tightened his slightly trembling lips so that his voice would not tremble with excitement: "Don't fight Yuyang anymore, but we still have to find a way to cut off their supply lines." Gather the army after dawn......"

After daybreak, the army was gathered and came to what they thought was the Eastern Xia supply line.

Except for the few traces left to tell them, Yuyang had supplied them on a small scale, and there was nothing, no grain transportation team, no Ding Zhuang.

The grain of Eastern Xia?

Do you have them all with you?

It can't be.

Jianwei got off his horse and sat on the side of the road on the side of Dongxia Official Road, dumbfounded.

The Eastern Xia soldiers would bring their own grain and grass, but they couldn't bring it for a month.

If this grain and grass are not transported from Yuyang, where will it be transported?

He convulsed his nose, ordered the soldiers to rest, took out the map from his arms, groped with his fingers on it, and after looking for a while, he found out the places marked with the county flag on the map of Dongxia, and then looked at Bao Lan, measured with his fingers, Bao Lan was much farther away...... But the neighboring Dingxia Prefecture reminded him that it was the place where the grain was now produced in Dongxia. He slapped it on the door of his head, not for anything else, what they judged at the beginning was wrong, everyone was talking about Yuyang, and even thought that Dia Bird's retreat to the northwest was fake, he wanted to defend Yuyang, and he would run to Yuyang if he was defeated...... In fact, it's all imaginary. Because there are traces of Yuyang transporting grain to guò on the official road, Jianwei can be sure that it is Dongxia that is transporting grain to the battlefield in all directions, and the main solution to the army's grain and grass should be the direction of Baolan.

I don't know when he was silent, he woke up, knowing that he couldn't stay on the official road of Dongxia for a long time, since he didn't see the Dongxia people transporting supplies, he had to move quickly, otherwise, it would be easy to be surrounded and annihilated by the Dongxia army. But where to go? To the north? Invade the hinterland of the Tanguts? But the army did not carry enough food...... Anyway, let's change the place first, he picked up the map, stood up and looked around, and found a black dot on the slope not far away, probably looking at the right eye, the black dot moved away, and it was clearly a man on a horse.

It seems to have been discovered.

If Yuyang is a supply area, you can attack Yuyang, or you can be active on the supply line, otherwise, you can only turn back, otherwise leaving the battlefield Taiyuan is not only equivalent to dividing the troops, but also will make the entire army lack the support of cavalry...... He then found the herald and asked the herald to pass it on, and the army returned to the division carefully.

Holding a sword in his hand, he has the heart to kill himself.

It's just that this group of people still needs to be brought back by him, and he must bring them back if he brings them out, and after hesitating for a while, he decided to choose to die on the battlefield to make up for the country's losses.