Chapter 3 is flashy

The drums thundered like thunder, making people sway.

Shi Zan and Yin Qiu glanced at each other, and a cold current suddenly surged in their hearts. They regretted a little that they had easily gone out of the pass to chase and kill the enemy, and if they couldn't shrink back, with the thick wall of the Tiger Prison Pass, Li Shimin had no hope of winning at all. And now, the chances of victory for the two armies have been artificially pulled to the same level. Although they had an absolute advantage in numbers, they lost the certainty of victory.

They regretted it a little, but it was too late. Not far away, the pattern of the Tang Army's vest was already clearly visible, and if they ordered to retreat at this time, the entire army array would collapse in an instant.

That risk, neither Shi Zan nor Yin Qiu could afford it. At the moment, the only thing they can do is to make a mistake a mistake. Defeated the Don army in a field battle. Waving the command flag in his hand, Shi Zan sent out all the cavalry under the command of the two. At the same time, a large group of personal soldiers was sent to stand in front of the formation and cut down the soldiers who fled back to the formation on the spot.

"I'll leave it to you, I'll deal with the kid surnamed Li!" Yin Qiu gritted his teeth, mobilized all the guards around him, and personally led them to rush to the core of his own military formation. The Tang army's attack power was too strong, and the five thousand light cavalry sent by Shi Zan might only be able to block the enemy's footsteps. But with thousands of personal guards, he was enough to chop Li Shimin into meat sauce during this time.

As long as Li Shimin dies, there will be no suspense about the outcome of this battle. The Dou army will win a crushing victory with unprecedented losses, but a crushing victory is a victory after all, and it is better than fleeing in embarrassment in front of an enemy army that is less than one-tenth of its own number.

"Come on the drums!" Shi Zhan stretched out his hand and took the drumstick from the general's hand. Spread his arms and beat the war drum more than a man tall. "Knock, knock, knock!" refused to let the war drums of the Tang Army dominate the front, and the war drums of the Dou Jiajun also sounded wildly, burning everyone's blood.

"Great Xia!" To the sound of war drums, five thousand cavalry shouted and rushed to the opponent like a tide. The opponent's weapons are better than theirs, the armor is thicker than theirs, and the horses are taller than theirs, but that's nothing. Yan Zhao has been a strong man of generous and sad songs since ancient times, and when he sees someone stronger than himself, he begs for mercy, how can he be called Yan Zhao man?

"Datang!" Hou Junji raised his lance and shouted loudly. Five years ago, when he was a homeless displacer, he never imagined that he would be where he is today. It was Li Shimin who took him in, gave him clothes, and sent someone to guide him in martial arts. From that moment on, his life was no longer his own. Li Shimin's glory is his glory, and Li Shimin's shame is his shame. If Li Shimin can take another step forward, his career and future will also follow forward and soar.

Fame is taken in the horse, and the man's future is spelled out by himself. And not by God. For five years, the blood of the enemy stained the hairpin on his head. After today, the color of the hairpin is destined to be brighter again. ，

"Boom!" One side was outnumbered, the other side was well-equipped, and two cavalry teams collided in one place without any tricks. Countless people screamed and flew into the air, and countless people didn't even see the faces of their opponents clearly, and their souls returned to the earth.

In an instant, the advantages of the Tang Army's equipment were fully revealed. The standard lance in their hands is carefully built for the Datang Hundred Workshop, with stainless steel as the edge and white copper as the compilation. The lance is made of highly flexible wood, soaked in oil, and glued with white kudzu lacquer. Hard as iron, but also extremely elastic. When the lance strikes the opponent, most of the reverse impact is absorbed by the lance, and does no damage to the arm of the wielder. After the enemy is picked out of the saddle, with the help of the elasticity of the lance, the corpse can be thrown off as quickly as possible, and the second opponent will be attacked again.

On the other hand, the cavalry under Shi Zhan's command was poorly equipped. Most of them can't even afford a long lance, so they just cut off the hard spears used in foot combat to make up for them. A small number of people carried the seized horse lance, but they were all relatively cheap and hard. It is difficult to grasp the balance in the hand, not to mention, if you are lucky to hit the opponent, if you do not grasp the tight balance of the palm, the reverse impact force will completely fall on your own arm, the light arm is dislocated, and the heavy one rushes directly off the horse.

The two armies are highly hedged, and those who fall off the horse have no chance of survival. Even if you don't get trampled to death by the enemy, you will be trampled into meat sauce by your own people who rush high. Shi Zhan saw with his own eyes a familiar lieutenant stabbing a Tang soldier to death with a long lance, and then pushed off his mount by the recoil of the horse lance. The unfortunate lieutenant also tried to leap up and escape the running path of the warhorse. A Tang soldier rushed past him and knocked him down, and then, several cavalry who rushed from the opposite side did not have time to dodge the Dou family's army and kept hitting him, and the smoke and dust blocked Shi Zhan's vision.

The offensive of the Don Army was like a tide, wave after wave. There are few of them, and only by tearing apart and defeating the cavalry of the Dou family army as soon as possible can they have the opportunity to attack the infantry behind. The cavalry of the Dou family army also understood this, and they greeted it like a tide, fighting to the death. The two sides shouted loudly on horseback and did not hesitate to hit each other. One wave of falling horses, another wave of making up. Endlessly, there is no regret in death.

"Knock, knock, knock!" The eldest grandson Wuji, who was in charge of the dispatch of the whole army, was a little anxious, and desperately urged the soldiers to speed up. Li Shimin had already fallen into the enemy formation, fighting hard in places he couldn't see. The cavalry had already broken through the opponent's defensive line, and Li Shimin's danger would be reduced by one point.

"Knock knock knock!" Shi Zhan's arm also kept waving the drumstick. What about being well-armoured, and what about being well-trained? Why does the world have to be surnamed Li, everyone is competing for the title, why should the surname Dou surrender to the surname Li?

"Datang!" Another wave of Tang cavalry rushed in, their spears flashing, and a blaze bloomed in the setting sun.

"Great Xia!" A new wave of cavalry of the Dou family army rushed towards the remains of the robe, blocking the opponent's route with their chests. Like a moth to a fire, there is no hesitation.

They didn't know each other, and they didn't have any grudges. In the peaceful era, occasionally walking through the other party's door, maybe going in to beg for a drink, and chatting a few words about homely things. But today, they are doing everything they can to take each other's lives. As if he lived to kill, he didn't hesitate.

More and more people fell under the horses, and more and more war horses lost their owners and screamed fiercely on the battlefield. The dust is like smoke, the blood is like rain, and the sunset on the horizon is like fire. Countless lives burned in the flames, and countless souls intertwined and rushed into the air, looking at their compatriots who had died and were about to die, silent.

Shi Chan couldn't bear to look at it anymore. Most of the fallen horses are his and Yin Qiudi's descendants. The brothers knew that they were not Tang Jun's opponents, but they were still trying to fight for Paoze with their lives. Turning his head, he beat the drum vigorously while checking the situation in his own formation. He saw that Yin Qiu was trying to catch up, but he was still unable to close the gap that was broken open by Li Shimin and the others. There were too many desperate people in front of him, but they blocked Yin Qiu's route. Li Shimin was as fierce as a tiger and cunning as a jackal, he refused to contact Yin Qiu, but constantly changed direction in the formation, constantly created gaps, and broke through to the rear of the military formation step by step.

"Stop them, stop them!" Yin Qiu's eyes were so angry that he shouted loudly on horseback. The soldiers of the Dou family army were very loyal and brave, knowing that they would die if they rushed forward, and rushed to Li Shimin's side one after another. But the gap between the two sides in terms of martial arts, equipment, and cooperation cannot be bridged by courage alone. In particular, the guards in front of and behind Li Shimin were all fierce and vicious, and anyone who tried to get close to Li Shimin was stabbed under their horses by them.

A platoon of soldiers was killed, and another row of soldiers shouted and pounced. Li Shimin stabbed over the one he was facing him, and rode his horse and stepped on his back. Next to him, a gray-headed old man, who might be a relative of the deceased, rushed over screaming, desperately rushing towards Li Shimin's horse's hooves. Without hesitation, Yu Chi Jingde waved his lance and swept off the old man's neck, and his head was swept through the air with white.

Several soldiers pounced from the flanks and were beaten by Qin Shubao and Wei Chi Jingde, and 6 continued to be killed. "Don't fight, break the formation!" Cheng Zhijie reminded loudly behind his back, and by the way, he raised his battle axe to block a cold arrow shot at Li Shimin. A sergeant of the Dou family saw the opportunity and rolled towards Cheng Zhijie's horse belly with a shield. Before he could roll to the attack position, a long lance flew from behind Cheng Zhijie and pinned it to the ground.

"Break the formation!" Li Shimin raised his lance high, drunk and infatuated. Since the age of fourteen, he has been looking forward to the day when he can lead his soldiers and gallop through the army of ten thousand horses. That year, he met a friend and watched him cross the Liao River and kill the Goguryeo people. That year, it suddenly dawned on him that the taste of war was so sweet, that you rushed at the enemy, watched them tremble before your eyes, and dodged. Trying to fight back doesn't hurt you at all. And you, without hesitation, kill them and stain your glory with their blood.

Men should die before the army, live happily, and die like drunk. For a long, long time, he had always thought so. Until one day, another battlefield appeared. It's more dangerous and more thrilling than a head-on fight.

"Your Highness, don't be in love! Go ahead of your plan! Qin Shubao stopped an arrow for Li Shimin, turned around and reminded loudly. The feeling of fanaticism gradually receded from his body, and Li Shimin remembered his pre-war ideas again. With a wave of his arm, he used the expensive lance as a throwing spear and threw it at an enemy general not far away, piercing him in the chest. Then, laughing, he drew a long black knife from under the saddle bridge and threw a rain of blood.

"Hang the lance, change the knife!" Cheng Zhijie immediately ordered to inform all the brothers who came with Li Shimin's choice. The elite of the Tang army, who followed Li Shimin into the enemy formation, heard the order, or threw the lance as a throwing spear, or hung the lance on the side of the horse. He pulled out dozens of identical long knives and stretched them out diagonally downward, with the blades forward.

For the infantry of the Dou family, who lacked heavy armor protection, the threat of a long knife was much higher than that of a horse lance. The range of the horse's attack is only that of the few people who are directly in front of it. And the long knives that spread out in the array can threaten an entire side. In the high run, the rider does not have to swing the knife to slash and kill, with the impact of the war horse, he can cut a bloody hole in the body of the enemy soldier at the edge of the blade. The wounded immediately lost their combat effectiveness and fell to the ground until the blood was exhausted.

In the face of heavy casualties, there are finally people who are timid. Crying, he dropped his weapon, turned and fled out of the formation. First a few, then dozens. Not only did they block Yin Qiu's pursuit route, but they also spread their fear little by little, spreading it more and more.

"Can't stop them!" Someone cried.

"Run!" Someone screamed.

The junior officers resolutely enforced battlefield discipline, but they could not stop the fear from creeping in. The horses of Li Shimin and the others instantly loosened, and the soldiers of the Dou family who were blocking the way dodged one after another. The blade flashed, rushing faster and faster, and finally, a lightning bolt slashed out from the Dou family's army's large array, stinging everyone's eyes.

"Whole team" "Whole team! Cheng Zhijie shouted the order, and at the same time put away the battle axe, and unfolded a red battle flag. Crash! The handsome flag representing Li Shimin's identity is waving in the wind, hunting like fire. Those who had already rushed into the enemy formation, and the Flying Tiger soldiers who were about to rush into the enemy formation, urged their mounts and converged towards this banner from all directions. Everywhere he passed, lines of death were drawn.

There were only more than ten guards left who followed Li Shimin first. And almost all of them were wounded. But the morale of the brothers was high, and they looked to the left and right, and there was no fear in their eyes.

The three hundred cavalry of the second wave also rushed out, and less than a hundred remained. Swift reshuffled his team under the banner and rearranged them into a triangular shock array. The enemies who chased out of the Dou family's army formation were far beyond this number, but they hesitated and wandered as if they had lost their souls. The weapon in his hand was raised high, but no one dared to approach first.

"Gentlemen, can you still fight?" Li Shimin smiled at the robe beside him, and then asked loudly.

"Fight!" "Fight!" "Fight!" Horizontal knives, long lances, dancing into a jungle of steel in the sun.

"Follow me!" Li Shimin shook the reins and urged the mount. The war horse let out a long neigh, turned around suddenly, and rushed in the direction of the Tiger Prison.

"Capture the level!" Cheng Zhijie raised the military flag and suddenly pointed in the direction of the tiger prison. The reinforcements had already been brought out by Shi Zan and Yin Qiu, and the defenders would not be defenseless until the battle outside the city was over. This is what they really want to do today, and all they have done before is to confuse the enemy.

"Capture the level!" More than 100 cavalrymen of the Flying Tiger Army followed behind Li Shimin and rushed towards the Tiger Prison Pass without hesitation. Over the years, they have become accustomed to following their manager to create miracles, and they have no doubt that their boss will make a new one today.

The Dou family sergeant who chased out of the formation chased a few steps, and then stopped abruptly. Open your mouth wide and stunned. Everything they have experienced today is beyond the scope of their previous cognition. Against such an opponent, no one dared to think that they had any hope of victory.

Yin Qiu finally chased out with his personal guards, looking at the smoke and dust left by Li Shimin and the others, at a loss. Behind him, more and more Tang cavalry rushed into the Dou family's army array, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, invincible.