Chapter 2 is full of three times

When the sun shimmered through the sky, the defenders of Niutou Mountain finally showed the enemy. They blew their horns messily and tried to call for help from the main camp dozens of miles away. But the time was already too late, the main camp of the Tang Army outside Fenyang City was a full thirty miles from Niutou Mountain, and it would take at least three to four hours to find out whether there was an ambush around Li Shimin and Li Jiancheng after receiving the warning and then dispatch troops. According to past experience, three hours is enough for Wei Chi Jingde to ravage the opponent more than a dozen times, and ensure that the reinforcements have no place to pick up the bones.

"Set up a formation and rush directly from the gentle slope due south. Flatten them! Wei Chi Jingde held a long lance in his hand and shouted loudly. The trouble caused by 6 Jianfang last night has been completely left behind by him. Now, he only wanted to do one thing, that is, to rush the hillside, pull out the enemy generals, and trample under the horse's hooves, trample rotten, and trampled so that he could never turn over.

The morning breeze stirred his cloak and fluttered under the hula. The silver armor reflected the color of the Dao Rui, making him look radiant. In the center of the armor was a heart shield made of pure copper, which he wiped spotlessly with his own hands. At the edge, faintly red, beating slightly like a flame, according to the Turkic shaman, it was the flesh and soul of the enemy general, trapped by the resentment in the heart guard, and could only willingly serve the owner of the heart guard.

Du Shigui, the general of the broken front, walked in the first column of the team on a war horse. There were more than two dozen cavalrymen on the left and right, and about a hundred people followed behind them. The southern slope of Niutou Mountain is gentle, just enough to accommodate cavalry horses. Although the degree of impact will be affected somewhat, for those foot soldiers standing on the ground, the trotting horse is like Tarzan pressing the top, and there is only one option left to hold your head and wait for death except to dodge.

Sun Da'an, the commander of the cavalry, led more than 200 cavalry archers to follow Du Shigui's team. If Du Shigui's attack is blocked, he will send a rain of arrows to the opponent. This cavalry tactic was a box-pressing trick of the steppe people, and Wei Chi Jingde borrowed and improved it, making him a secret for Liu Wu and Zhou's army to break the enemy. Usually, Du Shigui's first wave of attacks would be a temptation to mobilize the strength of the defenders, but when a large number of enemy troops gathered behind the deer, it just became a target for the archers.

The third round of attack sequences was led by Yuwen Yuanliang. He is a distant relative of Wei Chi Jingde, but climbing to this position is by no means touching the other party's light. When Sun Da'an in the second sequence shot his opponent into a mess with feather arrows, his more than 200 riders armed with ropes and hooks were about to rush in. Use the hook to hook the obstacle set up by the enemy and quickly pull the rope. With the momentum of the horse's galloping, move the obstacles out of the way and clear the way for the following teams.

The fourth and most important round. Wei Chi Jingde decided to lead it personally. The opponent is just a little-known thief, and he doesn't need to go out in person. But the feeling of uneasiness last night made him decide to be more cautious. Even if you give the other party some honor, you can avoid mistakes that shouldn't be made.

The morning breeze swept through the jungle of lances, and let out a terrible whimper. Hearing this, the defenders of the mountain became more and more alarmed. The banners swung incessantly, and the soldiers ran back and forth under the pressure of whips and blades. This is a group of raw melons and eggs, bullying the common people, fighting against a well-trained regular army, purely self-defeating. Thinking of this, Wei Chi Jingde pressed the lance forward and ordered loudly, "Striker, attack!" ”。 The drums of war exploded suddenly, then drowned out by the fierce sound of horses' hooves. Breaking Blade General Du Shigui drew his horizontal knife, lowered his body, and probed the blade into a death wing at his side. More than 100 elites followed his example, leaned over, probed their arms, and slowly added, slowly rushing to the hillside, pressing towards the enemy.

After the first attack sequence rushed out more than 100 steps, the second attack sequence was led by Sun Da'an, the commander of the Xiao Cavalry, and followed quickly. The number of both teams was small, but the smoke and dust from the horses covered the sky. Wei Chi Jingde's vision was blocked, and he could only judge the movements of the enemy and the enemy with his keen hearing. Amid the thunderous sound of horses' hooves, he heard the panicked cries of the enemy troops, the muffled trumpets. Suddenly, the sound of the horns became clear and neat, and then a dragon's groan pierced through the smoke screen.

"Woo woo——————" The horn of the Xuzhou army sounded unsuspectingly, waking up the surrounding mountains. Hearing the sound of the horn, the soldiers of Zhaozhou, who had been in a mess, suddenly shook their spirits, quickly reorganized their formation, and picked up the foot bow that had been hidden from the ground. Draw the bow, set up the arrow, and shoot more than a thousand white feathers into the sky.

Flying at an angle of almost forty-five degrees, the eagle feather arrows glided over a distance of one hundred and twenty paces with the sound of the wind, and a torrent of rain fell on the heads of the enemy. The blood flowers bloomed one by one around Du Shigui, beautiful and dazzling. Two loyal guards approached him and struck the general's feathered arrows with their horizontal swords. They did their best to ensure Du Shigui's safety, but five or six arrows were inserted into their bodies, they lost too much blood, and slowly fell off their mounts.

When it was done, Du Shigui instantly made a judgment based on intuition. Where are the ordinary thieves, and the archers are more well-trained than the regular Tang army that everyone encountered a few days ago. In the blink of an eye, nearly thirty percent of the brothers in Du Shigui's department fell off their mounts. But the attack has already started, and it is impossible for them to pass on any news to the manager, so they can only desperately urge the mount, trying to find a chance of survival with degrees.

A hundred steps to join the battle, but the enemy is only three arrows. This phrase refers to the maximum frequency of damage to enemy archers when the cavalry charges on the plains. It took only four or five breaths for a war horse to rush through a hundred paces on the plain, and during this time, a well-trained archer could shoot three arrows. An untrained archer has two arrows at most, and if he panics, after one arrow, he must turn around and flee for his life, otherwise he will die. But in today's battles, this old saying cannot be applied. The hillside slowed down the cavalry, and the archers of the Yuzhou battalion were all veterans of a hundred battles, so they would not be afraid of the enemy who had not yet rushed under their noses. I saw that they slowly changed from shooting from the top to the flat and the down, and each of them calmly took five arrows before slowly retreating from the deer under the command of the horn. On the hillside, there were less than ten of Du Shigui's subordinates left, and they sparsely followed General Du, who was full of feather arrows all over his body, and he didn't die on the spot thanks to the thickness of his armor.

"Open sideways, open sideways, report to the general!" Du Shigui spat out a mouthful of blood and shouted hoarsely. The enemy's lancers had been replaced behind the deer, and in front of a dozen cavalrymen, they could only be tied into meat skewers. His eyes were full of hatred, but he did not lose his mind. Desperately gave the last physical strength to give the order to retreat, and then his body weakened, he lay on the back of his horse, and let the mount carry himself into the wilderness.

Before Du Shigui could evacuate the battlefield, the second wave of attacks had arrived. They almost witnessed the tragedy of being born in the robe, and their eyes were on fire. However, the effective lethality of the riding bow was far greater than that of the non-stepping bow, and they had to hold back their hatred and draw the distance between the enemy and the enemy to within fifty paces.

It is impossible to break through the enemy line directly. In this regard, Sun Da'an, the commander of the cavalry, only wants to use as many feathered arrows as possible, and use galloping tactics to kill and injure the enemy as much as possible. Releasing the reins, he held the bow arm in his left hand and pulled the bowstring with three wolf's tooth arrows in his right hand. This is the stunt of the steppe warriors, three arrows in a row, and the arrows kill you.

It takes three years to train a riding archer. For three years, every day was non-stop galloping, bending bows, and archery. The long-term training has made the cavalry archers have a certain reaction. As long as you get a certain distance from your opponent, you will open your bow and string your arrows. Or two arrows, or three arrows, they sandwich the arrows between their fingers and strive for the best killing distance. In the past, this trick was almost invincible. But today, the other party's long lance is as immobile as a mountain, which makes everyone a little confused. Suddenly, someone screamed and quickly released the bowstring. The feathered arrow swept more than seventy paces and struck the helmet of one of the lancers, but it lost its strength and fell limply to the ground.

"Wait ......," Du Shigui shouted, trying to restrain his subordinates from wasting their physical strength, and continued to attack again a few steps closer. But soon, he also sent three arrows out in a row, and then regardless of whether he hit the target or not, he turned his horse and left.

After the deer, the heavily armored lance hands who were as immobile as a mountain suddenly squatted down neatly. The real killer move was revealed. A platoon of soldiers of the Zhaozhou battalion with strong crossbows emerged from behind the lancers. Pull the trap, and the bolts converge into a black storm. As he was turning his horse's head, Liu Wu's Zhou army's cavalry archer, who was shooting feather arrows, was caught by the storm and fell off his horse one after another.

Don't look at how many enemy troops are killed and wounded. After finishing a round of iron arrows, the strong crossbowmen of the Zhaozhou battalion immediately strode back. The second row of crossbowmen stepped forward, taking the former's place, pulling the trap and firing another wave of deathstorm.

The screams were endless, and despite the dodging maneuvers that Liu Wu Zhoujun's cavalry archers had made, they were far superior to the powerful crossbows of the feather arrows, chasing them from the flanks and behind, shooting down their mounts layer by layer. The horses that had lost their masters panicked and refused to flee any further, wandering and wailing in front of the battle. Soon, a dozen crossbow arrows that blocked their way were shot into the horse's body, and blood gushed out like a fountain, carrying the heat and staining the sky red.

The sky is red. Sun Da'an, the commander of the cavalry, was shot like a hedgehog, hugged the horse's neck, and struggled to fall. At this moment, he remembered what 6 Jianfang said last night, and hated not dying in the east of Liaoshui back then. Back then, he was also one of the warriors who entered the enemy's ranks, following behind General Liu Wuzhou, who was holding an iron thistle bone, shouting and roaring, preferring to die rather than retreat. Since then, he has given his life to General Liu and followed him without complaint or regret. Although today's General Liu is no longer the General Liu of the past, although the camp of the Han family boys sings the ballads of the Hu people every day.

"Da'an!" As he lay dying, he heard his name called. "Let's go, avenge General Mai." "Let's go! Let's go! With the last of his strength, Sun Daan opened his throat and shouted. Blood gushed from his mouth, staining his armor red and silver, his mount red and white, and the black ground beneath his feet.

The dark earth embraced him with open arms, both body and soul. The soldiers of the third wave of attack sequences arrived, paused outside the range of the crossbow arrows, lassoed Sun Da'an's body with a rope, snatched it back, re-placed it on the horse's back, and slowly retreated. There was no need to continue the attack, and Lu Yuwen Yuanliang, the commander of the Cloud Cavalry, took the initiative to stop the battle at the risk of being punished by military law. He led his brothers to snatch the body of the robe as much as possible, and then blew the horn of withdrawal.

"Woo, woo, woo!" The horn choked like crying. The entire sequence of attacks came to a halt. It happened that a strong wind blew, blowing away the smoke and dust from the horses' hooves. Wei Chi Jingde, who had already relied on his hearing to sense that the situation was not right, and had terminated all the movements of the fourth attack sequence in time, stood in the saddle, his eyes through the dust, and he was stunned.

In less than a quarter of an hour, nearly 300 brothers were killed by the enemy's indiscriminate arrows. And until now, he had not even touched the corners of the enemy's clothes. Is this really a co-opted rogue? He didn't dare to believe the words of Hasaku anymore, he only felt that his eyes were dark, his mouth was bitter, and the taste of salty stains echoed at the root of his teeth, and he couldn't swallow it cleanly.

6 only hates now, why didn't he die on the east bank of Liaoshui back then! 6 Jianfang's words rang out again, and the sound struck his ear drums. Is it worth it to fight this battle any longer? Who did everyone die for, and what could leave behind after death? He had never thought about similar problems, and today he felt at a loss for the first time. In an instant, Liu Wu Zhou's kindness and kindness, Song Jingang's hatred in a different place, and 6 Jianfang's desperate questioning were pressed at the same time, pressing him like a mountain so that he couldn't breathe. At this moment, the enemy army in the mountains took advantage and hummed a folk song, "Men and boys are poor insects, they are in a ditch, no one collects the white bones in front ......of the battle, and their wives and children look at each other in their dreams."

Men and boys are pitiful insects, they do not return in spring and autumn, no one collects the grain beans at home, and partridges and wild finches fly around the trees. Men and boys are pitiful, they are in a ditch, no one collects the white bones in front of the battle, and their wives and children look at each other in their dreams......