Standing in the limelight, Lu Peng looked at a huge tribe in front of him, and said to Xu Jie beside him: "We hurried and hurried, and finally caught a big fish, look at the men, women, old and weak in this camp in front of us, there should be no less than 3,000 people, with our strength, annihilate them, kill them all, it is definitely more than enough, and we can also capture countless cattle, sheep and horses, especially horses, which will once again increase the speed of our army again." ”

Mongolian horses are the most adaptable, as long as they are fed with hay and add some salt to it, they can completely replenish their physical strength. Although their stride is small, they have high frequency and long-lasting endurance, as long as they eat a full meal in the morning, they can run at the speed of marching hundreds of miles every day.

"As long as we continue to attack at this speed, we will eventually catch up with one lone tribe after another on this vast grassland, kill them all, rob them all, and just like that, little by little, we will bully the small with the big and consume the strength of Wuhuan piece by piece, so as to create a more favorable balance of power for us to fight a decisive battle with Bunton in the royal court in the future." Zhang Yan looked at the huge tribal cattle and sheep with a greedy face, and told Lu Peng about his strategic ideas.

"Zhang Yan is right, we just want to do this, consume the enemy's strength little by little, and finally we will achieve a balance of strength with Badun, and finally completely wipe out the Wuhuan and let them destroy the country and extinct the species." Xu Jie affirmed Zhang Yan's statement.

Stopping on the horse, Lu Peng looked at the Wuhuan tribe on the opposite side that had begun to become chaotic: "This tribe has a lot of people, it seems that we need a real battle, order the infantry on the chariot, get off the car to reorganize the formation, and begin to press the tribe, Yang Feng's 3000 cavalry, ready to charge the enemy at any time." ”

With the rumbling sound of war drums, the infantry who were recuperating on the chariot jumped off the chariot one after another, and under the command of their captain and centurion, they lined up the unique bow and gun formation of the Lu family army, and then slowly pressed towards this tribe with the momentum of Mount Tai.

Wuhe Han ordered all the clansmen, who could hold swords and guns, to get on their horses and become warriors, and then drove all the slaves of the clan and began to meet Lü Peng's army.

In addition to the old and weak who can't move, the children of twelve or thirteen years old, as well as the young women, all became warriors, they lined up in a loose formation, and with the old patriarch, they began to charge the Han army.

Zhang Yan, who was directing the attack, suddenly ran to Lu Peng's side with a flying horse and reported loudly: "Lord Qiqi, the enemy has driven away a lot of Han slaves and is preparing to charge our large array, just blocking the firing area of our longbow, what should we do?" ”

Lu Peng had already seen this situation, and couldn't help frowning. These Han slaves are their own compatriots and flesh and blood, and they can't do anything to them, they have already suffered too much because of the weakness of their own court, and they just want to rescue them.

But when they charge in front, it is equivalent to suppressing the power of their longbow and arrows, and it is equivalent to tying their hands and feet, so that the two sides will have to pay a certain price when they face each other.

"Shout to the slaves and make them run to the left and right of our array."

Hundreds of soldiers with loud voices rushed to the front of the formation, and immediately shouted at the surging slaves: "Run to the left and right of the position." ”

The slaves were stuffed with a wooden stick, and they were driven to charge the enemy, when they saw the familiar battle flag on the opposite side, they were stunned, it was the banner of the Han Dynasty, that was the banner of their own mother's family, and a slave excitedly yelled at his partners: "It's the king, it's our army, it's the king's division who came to take us home." ”

All the Han slaves saw it, and saw their king come to rescue them, and all the people cheered and shouted together, and when they heard the other soldier telling them to stand around, they began to flee separately to the left and right.

How could Wuhe Han, who was escorting them to the opposite side, let them succeed easily, and immediately ordered his people: "Hurry up, outflank them left and right, and block them." ”

The young tribesmen immediately urged their horses to rush out on both sides, outflanking the slaves who wanted to escape, driving them to the middle again, and letting them continue to attack the great array of the king's master, and those who ran slowly, or dared to resist, were slashed and killed on the spot, and for a while the screams continued, and blood stained this green meadow.

"Yang Feng, take your thousands of cavalry, charge immediately, open a gap in the enemy, and rescue those of our compatriots." Lu Peng decisively gave the order.

At this time, Lü Peng must not spare the lives of his soldiers, and must go all out to save those Han compatriots.

Yang Feng immediately pulled out his silver spear and yelled at the 3,000 wolf riders behind him: "Brothers, follow me and rescue our compatriots." ”

3,000 wolf riders, let out a wolf howl, pointed their swords obliquely into the sky, and the general who followed them, like a lightning bolt, rushed from the oblique thorn to the enemy.

The hooves of 3,000 war horses trampled the earth like heavy thunder and rushed out like lightning.

The warriors of the Wuhe Han also howled, discarding those Han slaves, and rushed towards the 3,000 wolf riders with their swords on their prancing horses.

The soldiers of the two sides quickly collided together, the sound of the collision of scimitars and sabers, the collision of war horses and war horses, and the screams of the soldiers on both sides before they died, immediately on this green grass, this is the blue sky of the tile blue sky.

Wuhe Han has absolute confidence in the combat effectiveness of his warriors, because all his warriors were born in the grassland, growing up on horseback, they can swing flexibly on war horses like acrobatics, in his impression, the Han army on the opposite side is just a group of fools on horses, not to mention fighting, that is, on the road of high-speed charge, as long as they are not dropped by the war horses, they are considered masters of horsemanship.

He firmly believes that his 1,000 tribesmen can definitely defeat the 3,000 cavalry of the Han people in the blink of an eye, and look at the more than 10,000 infantry on the opposite side, as long as he drives the slaves and disturbs their rejection of the horse and gun array, his remaining 2,000 or so tribesmen will carry out a merciless killing of them, and the Han army will definitely come to die when they enter the grassland.

The cavalry on both sides on the right collided fiercely, and the screams of the battle rose to the sky, but the situation was greatly unexpected by Wuhehan.

Not only did the Han army not fall under the horse when the war horse was galloping at high speed, but it was also able to launch round after round of crossbow arrows at their own people on the war horse, like iron crossbow arrows like flying locusts, and pounced on the people who did not have any armor, but in the blink of an eye, their own people suffered heavy casualties.

When the two sides collided, Wuhe Han did not see the other soldier's soldiers fall off their horses, and in the violent impact, those Han cavalry only shook their horses, and then they were able to sit up straight, wield their strange-looking sabers, and slash their own people.

Wuhe Han was shocked, could it be that the Han people's cavalry and archery had reached such a level? So how did this group of Han people train, so terrible, so can the grassland people still live in peace?