Chapter 697: The Nature of the Xiliang People

The moment he saw a team of cavalry rushing out, Shen Fang, the commander of Danyang, was in a state of collapse.

He didn't expect an enemy here anyway.

He received a message from Zhou Xin last night, asking him to gather crossbowmen to go to the Niuzhu camp for reinforcements. He gathered the crossbowmen overnight, collected them and arrows, and prepared them for departure. I woke up early in the morning, only to find that it was foggy. The fog on the river was thicker, and he couldn't start a war, so he didn't rush there, and waited for the fog to clear most of the time before he hurried out of the city, trying to rush to the Niuzhu camp before sunset.

Hurrying and staying away from the battlefield, he never expected to be attacked by the other side, and it was cavalry. The hills here are undulating, the forests are deep and the grass is dense, even the locals are easy to get lost, Sun Ce is far away, and he is fighting against Zhou Xin, it is unlikely that he will send troops to attack Shicheng. Although Shicheng is a county seat, its location is very important, it is the seat of the Danyang Governor, and it is far stronger than the ordinary county seat, even if there are tens of thousands of people, it cannot be quickly conquered. Zhou Xin's men and horses are separated by a Niuzhu Mountain, and they can return to help in a day at most.

He felt that he was unlucky, he must have run into a scout sent by the other party to explore the way. However, the number of scouts is limited, as long as you resist their surprise attacks and don't mess around, there should be no problem.

With this in mind, Shen Fang ordered the small number of sword, shield, and spearmen to advance and defend intensively, blocking these cavalry no matter what, and buying time for the crossbowmen to line up. He had more than 700 crossbowmen, and a single shot was enough to make the cavalry retreat.

There was nothing wrong with the tactics, but the opponent came too quickly, and the number far exceeded Shen Fang's estimate.

A hundred horsemen rushed out of the mountain forest, quickly accelerated, and the horses rushed through the chest-high weeds, galloped along a one-step-wide path, and arrived in front of them in an instant. The knight on horseback held the horse's legs, stood up half-upright, leaned forward, and released the bowstring in his hand at the moment when the horse swept by.

In an instant, the horse's hooves were like thunder, and the feathered arrows roared in the wind. The horses whistled and whistled away, almost grazing the tip of their spears in the last minute. A rain of arrows poured down, and the sword and shield men and spearmen who were arraying did not have time to react, they were hit by arrows one after another, and with the light sound of puff, feathered arrows entered the body. The weather was cold, and few people were willing to wear wet and cold armor, all of which were packed and placed on the baggage cart, and in the face of Yan Xing and the others' rapid shooting, the battle robes had no protective ability at all.

Blood flowers burst out, and one by one the Danyang soldiers were hit by arrows, and they were all stunned, and they even forgot to escape, huddled together, panicked. Shen Fang was in a hurry, and while shouting the order to line up, he squeezed to the front with his personal guards, preparing to build a defensive line to block the cavalry's attack and buy time.

The sound of horses' hooves gradually faded away, and Yan Xing and the others threw down a rain of arrows and disengaged.

Shen Fang couldn't take it easy. Another group of knights galloped forward, and at the forefront was a young general, dressed in brocade and white, with a snow-white coat and two long pheasant tails stuck in his helmet, because the war horses ran too fast, and the pheasant tails were pressed very low by the wind. The young man, with a short spear in his hand, kicked his horse and galloped towards him, shouting loudly and throwing the spear with all his might.

The short spear burst through the wind and stabbed one of the guards in front of Shen Fang to the ground, the tip of the spear protruding from his back, blood splattering.

The knights behind him shouted in response, throwing their short spears in their hands. The short spear, with the sound of the wind, pierced through the residual fog, flew more than ten steps, and fell into the crowd. Although it is thrown by manpower, with the speed of the galloping horse, the power is not weaker than that of an arrow.

"Smack!" The short spear hit the shield, the leather shield was pierced, the sawdust flew, and the warrior holding the shield was stabbed by the short spear and staggered to the ground.

"Poof!" The short spear shot into the body, pierced the robe, and pierced the body.

One short spear after another flew in, endlessly.

One after another, the soldiers fell to the ground, and the blocking formation that had not yet been formed was scattered, and nearly half of the soldiers were either shot by feathered arrows or stabbed by short spears, and fell to the ground, tossing and wailing, where could they still care about standing in formation.

Ma Chao and the others had just passed, and the last knight had just thrown the short spear in his hand and turned his horse away. Yan Xing and the others rushed over again, shooting out a rain of arrows again. Shen Fang was dumbfounded, he didn't know how these knights could reorganize their formation so quickly and charge again in such a terrain.

In just two cycles, the Danyang soldiers collapsed, and no one dared to face these knights who came and went like the wind, especially Ma Chao who was armed with a short spear. One arrow or two arrows may not be fatal, and a short spear is not fatal. Seeing Ma Chao galloping again on horseback, many people turned around and ran as if they had seen a ghost, and they had no will to resist at all.

Seeing this, Ma Chao put away the short spear, raised the spear with both hands, and the prancing horse rushed into the crowd and killed Shen Fang with one spear.

Pang De and others entered one after another, killing the Danyang soldiers who scattered and fled. They do not use spears like horses, but bows and arrows. Before leaving, Jiao Zhongqing took care of it again and again, the terrain here is uneven, and the grass is also dense, so they must not chase too hard, once the grass is entangled in the horse's hooves, the advantage of the cavalry will be lost. Considering that the opponent is mainly a crossbowman and has completely collapsed, it is most appropriate to attack with a bow and arrow.

Two hundred knights rushed back and forth, arrows galloped, nearly half of the Danyang soldiers fell in a pool of blood, and the rest fled in all directions, running into the grass and climbing up the hillside. They were scared of being killed by the cavalry, and they ran wherever it was difficult.

The victory was decided, and Yan Xing quickly broke away from the battlefield, seized the main traffic routes, and set up a cordon.

Ma Chao rushed back and forth until there was no Danyang soldier standing in his sight. Pang De and the others immediately dismounted, inspected the prisoners in turn, killed all the undead, rummaged through everyone's body, put away all valuable things, not to mention more than 100 baggage carts, all of them were collected and distributed very tacitly.

Jiao Zhongqing watched from afar, both surprised by the combat effectiveness of these Xiliang knights, but also shocked by their cruelty and greed. It is understandable to snatch the loot, leaving no prisoners, killing them all, not even the belongings on the corpses, which is beyond his acceptance.

No wonder people say that the people of Xiliang are barbarians and have no humanity.

As soon as Ma Chao turned his head, he saw the contempt in Jiao Zhongqing's eyes, and immediately frowned, and half of his good mood was gone. He can understand such a look, on another occasion, if Jiao Zhongqing was not sent by Sun Ce, just with Jiao Zhongqing's eyes, he might have picked Jiao Zhongqing with a spear.

Self-righteous Kanto people.

Pang De felt Ma Chao's anger, and hurriedly rushed over, pulled Ma Chao's arm, signaled him to pay attention to the occasion, and shouted again: "Jiao Jun, what should I do next?" ”

Jiao Zhongqing put away his disgust and said with a forced smile: "Execute it according to the plan, send some people to the vicinity of Shicheng to investigate, and then send someone to report to General Sun." ”

"Okay." Pang De answered, called the two knights, and asked Jiao Zhongqing to arrange a guide to accompany them.

Jiao Zhongqing made proper arrangements, glanced at the knights who were standing in front of the baggage cart and refused to leave, and coughed. "Major general, the general is very rewarded, and he will never treat the soldiers badly, and no one will rob these burdens. At the moment, it is still important to carry out the task, and it is not okay to guard all the baggage trucks. ”

Ma Chao glanced back and felt a little embarrassed. Haven't these bastards ever made a fortune?

"Leave ten people to guard, and the others will all get on my horse, what should I do?"