Ma Wannian became nervous, this kind of dignified military battle of blood, he was the first time to see, people did not have real swords and guns and people fought for their lives, saw the bloody head on the ground, felt that death was born around him, and would never understand what war was, the casualty figures on paper were cold and indifferent, just by reading military books, he could not become a real leader of the army as a general.

Wang Huan used to be like this, the history book wrote how many tens of thousands of people died in a certain battle, and he didn't feel it at all when he read it, those death numbers are no different from how many ants died, he has always felt that in the middle of the strategy, the decisive victory is thousands of miles away, ignoring the lives of small soldiers only focuses on the final win or loss, that is the top commander. And when he came to this era, seeing the living people dying in front of him, and the cry of the broken family and the death of his wife made his heart throb deeply, and he realized that every soldier under his command was alive, thoughtful, and like himself, he was one of the ordinary people struggling in the troubled times, and there was no distinction between high and low.

You treat the soldier as a human being, and the soldier treats you as a master who can be relied on, rather than a simple boss.

Those who fear you will one day betray you, but those who love you will never do so.

The current Kuizhou soldiers have regarded Wang Huan as the master in the troubled times, the irreplaceable lord in his mind, the food and salary are his, the life is given by him, and even the family members after death can be entrusted to him to take care of, how can such a person not die for him?

"Calm down, don't panic, hold your spear and follow me." Wang Huan slowly whispered to Ma Wannian to cheer him up: "The white pole soldiers are invincible, as long as you trust the comrades around you, there is nothing to fear." ”

Ma Wannian swallowed a mouthful of saliva, nodded with a nervous face, he wanted to say something to justify him, but he didn't panic, but he opened his mouth, and now his mouth was so thirsty that he couldn't even speak. The hand holding the spear was trembling slightly.

This is the tension, the tension of the first time on the battlefield, and no one can avoid it.

Wang Huan began to give orders, and his tone was as calm as chatting with people in the official hall of Wanshou City: "Tell the ancestors, lead the three columns of the front army to hold still and prevent the impact of the enemy in front of them, like the enemy rushing into battle, shoot them with a strong crossbow." ”

"The last three columns change formations, the column is hollow in the square, the fourth row is to the right, the fifth row is to the left, and the sixth row is back, maintaining the width of 500 people in each row, there is no gap between people, 100 people stand on the right side of their respective queues, and immediately change formations!"

With his order, the herald carried the order flag, rushed to all directions, and retold it loudly, and suddenly there was a continuous command in the array, and countless voices were repeating Wang Huan's order, and the entire army formation was running quickly in a hundred-person unit.

In the era of cold weapons, there were no modern means of communication, all relying on oral communication, flags and drums and trumpets, and there was no strict training in peacetime, so a large-scale temporary change of thousands of people was very dangerous, and it was easy to cause the entire army to become a pot of porridge.

Wang Huan's army also beat the drums, accompanied by the drum beat, the three rows of white-robed soldiers are like rows of flexible machinery, moving quickly in rows, divided into three directions, left and right, and find their position in the running, the hundred leaders roared loudly, took their positions first, and commanded their soldiers to line up with themselves as benchmarks, forming a large phalanx.

Wang Huan led his 100 guards with him and strode to the right side, lining up behind the soldiers to form a short second column.

Ma Wannian and Chen Xiang followed him, one of them wielding a spear, staring at the approaching cavalry in the distance.

Wang Xiang was shocked again, he almost didn't believe his eyes, the Kuizhou soldiers who were attacked on both sides actually completed the change from a three-fold horizontal team to a neat phalanx in a short period of time, and there was no chaos at all, that calmness, just like practicing every day on weekdays.

"This, is this really a savage barbarian in a ravine? Not a Tartar? A general blurted out as if he were muttering.

The other generals were also pale, if the rain of arrows just now could be attributed to the crossbow that the stone pillar didn't know where to buy, and he killed his own side by surprise with his weapon, then this change of formation would definitely be a reaction that only a strong army can make.

Wang Xiang asked himself, with the group of soldiers and ruffians under his command, he wanted to do it.

An unprovoked chill spread from his spine, and he was a little shaken, whether it was a wrong choice to fight the vanguard by himself. At that moment, the idea of withdrawing troops and retiring first to preserve their strength flashed through his mind.

But looking at the hundreds of bird commanders who died in front, he changed his mind again, and now he has retreated, showing the enemy weakness is secondary, and it doesn't matter if Zeng Ying is angry, the lost bird commander will die in vain? If Chongqing City can't be occupied, there is no need to mention Kuizhou, and there is no way to recruit troops without territory, is it really that you can't raise your head from now on?

No way! I have to be on the string, I have to decide life and death today, either Wang Huan dies or my Wang Xiang dies!

"Drumming! Charge! The formation breaker will be rewarded with a hundred taels of silver, and the official will be promoted to three levels! Wang Xiang gritted his teeth and shouted.

He urged his horse out, leading the last five hundred of the Chinese army's own pikemen in two layers of armor to move slowly with the front army, while the thousand archers, who did not suffer much loss, moved forward at the same time on both flanks.

The military formation of nearly 4,000 people slowly moved forward, and the big red mandarin duck uniforms were surging like ocean waves, approaching the white army formation in waves.

"Steady! The shield hand does not move, and the gun is rejected! The third row of extinguishing bombs is ready! "Zu Bian stood in the first row, already carrying the bird tong, holding a huge horse repelling gun against the shield wall, holding it high above his head, facing straight ahead.

"Steady! Stand firm and don't move! In the platoon on the right, the five captains of the hundred people were also yelling, on the dark faces, beads of sweat continued to flow, and the horse team that came around was already beginning to add, from slow walking to jogging, the horses' hooves stomped on the ground and shook, their direction was obvious, it was towards the right wing.

Wang Gui was very relaxed, and even wanted to laugh, there were too few Kuizhou soldiers, but they still had to form a hollow phalanx, so that in addition to the three rows of pikemen in the front, there was only one row in the three directions on the left and right, and a row of pikemen wanted to block five hundred cavalry? Funny, right?

Originally, he was still thinking about the prestige of the white pole soldiers, whether it was to form a wedge charge formation to facilitate the breaking of the formation, but looking at the posture in front, there was no need, the big guys lined up in a horizontal line, a cavalry faced a pikeman, and he didn't need the knight's spear and bayonet to cut it, just rush directly with the horse.

"Come on! The military gate said, the one who breaks the formation will be rewarded with a hundred taels of silver, and if you want it, follow Lao Tzu to rush! The ladies in Chongqing are still waiting for Lao Tzu to undress. Wang Huan shouted loudly, and there was a burst of laughter all around.

The horsemen are all Wang Xiang's family members, all of them have killed people and seen blood, and the old soldiers have not seen any scenes? I know that something good has happened this time, so let's do it, and if it's late, there will be no credit.

The five hundred horses became faster and faster, from jogging to galloping, and when they approached the distance of about 100 paces, the horses accelerated to the highest, and the four hooves flew over, and the sound of hooves shook the sky, bringing up the smoke and dust that rushed to the seemingly extremely weak Kuizhou soldiers.

In the pupils of the Kuizhou soldiers facing the cavalry, the cavalry approaching sharply was like a monster, getting bigger and bigger, and the spears of the cavalry on the horse flashed with a compelling cold light, which was terrifying.

"Kill the bomb ready!" Wang Huan shouted loudly, took out a bamboo tube from the cloth bag beside him, lit it with the fire rope wrapped around his hand, and held it high.

More than 600 people held spears in one hand at the same time, stretched out their right hands, took out the bamboo tube and lit the lead, held it in their hands, and the lead creaked.

"Listen to me!" Wang Huan's face was extremely calm, his eyes looked at the cavalry team approaching like a wall, and his heart was nervous and happy, this group of cavalry was too cooperative!

If they line up in a wedge formation, and a row of extinguishing bombs is thrown out and can't be blown up, there must be leftovers, and they line up in a horizontal line, and they are simply queuing up to die.

Wang Gui didn't know what Wang Huan was going to do, he smiled even more happily, that group of Kuizhou white-pole soldiers held a gun in one hand, holding a bamboo tube to drink water?

"Throw!"

Wang Huan exerted all his strength, twisted his waist and twisted his body, and threw the bamboo tube in his hand with all his strength.

The bamboo tube drew an arc, flew twenty paces away with sparks, and landed right in front of Wang Guima.

"Huh? Artillery battles? Wang Gui was stunned, and subconsciously read a sentence, his riding skills were very clever, and he pulled the reins temporarily, and manipulated the war horse to turn away from the strange bamboo tube.

"Boom!"

A dazzling bright light exploded, stabbing Wang Gui's eyes shut, and at the same time, a loud bang stirred around him, and a shock wave mixed with iron nails and gravel burst out from the ground, tearing apart his war horse and shattering his body.

At that moment, six hundred bamboo tubes were thrown out at the same time with Wang Huan's order, far and near, and fell within the range of fifteen to thirty steps ahead, immediately making this area a hell of a nose.

The Kuizhou soldiers who threw the bamboo tube made an action at the same time: they held the spear in their hands and pointed forward, squatted down and lowered their heads, so as to prevent themselves from being injured by flying iron nails and gravel.

Five hundred cavalrymen were drowned in the smoke and ashes, blood rained down, flesh was all over the sky, and before all the people could react, they were blown to pieces, and the stumps and severed arms fell from the sky like dripping rain, which was terrifying to see and disgusting to smell.