Zhao Zhen's light cavalry, whether in terms of individual soldier quality, equipment or technology and tactics, is much inferior to the Hun cavalry. However, Rao is like this, these light cavalry still chose the right tactics. No longer try to storm the main camp of the front battalion, and do those useless deeds to increase casualties.

In Li Yanzhi's imagination, the battle front battalion was used as a reserve force, and when the enemy's attack on the vehicle formation was fruitless and there were heavy casualties, he would personally lead it into the battlefield. However, Zhao Zhen, as the commander of the enemy army, was obviously much smarter.

It's just that he never expected that the infantry of only more than 300 people after the Li Bu formation would be so difficult to gnaw. The first wave of charging lost nearly 100 cavalry. Later, those who rushed into battle one after another lost more than 100 people. The corpses of men and horses formed a circle around a circle of three hundred foot soldiers, and the gravel on the ground was dyed crimson.

Looking at the Li Department and the cavalry of the headquarters who were stuck behind the formation, Zhao Zhen ordered the drummers behind him to beat the trumpets and drums, and ordered more than 1,500 sword and shield foot soldiers and crossbowmen in front of him to advance towards the chariot formation constructed by Li Bu. Entering the land of an arrow, the crossbowmen of both sides each threw arrows at each other. Thousands of arrows whizzed and staggered through the desert air, and in the blink of an eye, they fell into their respective places. With the sound of arrows entering the flesh from time to time, a puff of blood flowers was raised, wantonly harvesting the lives of the generals on both sides.

"Move closer to the car!" In the face of the enemy cavalry who changed the charging formation to a wandering attack, Li Yanzhi also felt powerless in his heart. He picked up a broken lance from the ground and threw it at the enemy cavalry who were galloping around twenty or thirty paces away. The broken lance roared out, and in the blink of an eye, it pierced the neck of a galloping war horse.

The infantry soldiers of the front battalion who moved at the order all raised their spears, horses, lances or knives in their hands, and individual soldiers who were wounded or killed were erected by their robes. More than 300 people kept a basically consistent pace, carefully stepping over the corpses of those who had fallen on the ground. Occasionally, there was a faint moan or two, usually in the blink of an eye, and it was lost under the hard trampling of the sharp soldiers of the Battlefront Battalion.

The soldiers of the Battle Blade Battalion stepped over the corpses of the fallen enemy soldiers and horses, and moved in unison towards the left side of the chariot formation. At this time, the soldiers in the chariot formation were facing the enemy attacking head-on. There was no time to support the soldiers of the battle battalion led by Li Yanzhi behind him. Seeing that the battle front battalion was approaching the chariot formation, one of the subordinates who commanded these cavalry was in a hurry, and hurriedly ordered the cavalry who were firing arrows from a distance to sort out the formation, and then launched an attack on the battle front battalion, trying to block their convergence with the chariot formation.

The soldiers of the battlefront battalion who have been in battle for a long time have a good idea of what everyone should do on the battlefield. A good communication can be established between a soldier and a general through a simple speech and password, or even a glance. Seeing that the opponent's cavalry was assembled, he was about to continue to attack the formation, Li Yanzhi raised his long knife and shouted: "Emperor!" ”

The soldiers of the Battlefront Battalion, who were moving slowly, heard the order and immediately stopped. The spears, horses, spears, and bladed knives in the hands of the soldiers in the front row pointed to the periphery again. The rumbling sound of horses' hooves was instantaneous. However, the hedgehog-like circle still did not give the enemy cavalry any chance.

Lu took a step out of the formation with a long knife in his hand, raised his sword quickly and fell, killing an enemy cavalryman who had fallen from his horse. Warm blood splattered on his face, causing him to feel a different kind of excitement from the rush of adrenaline. The enemy he is killing is not a thief. However, Lu Yi, who had just joined the army, was eager to prove himself. Earlier, while he was in the camp at Lingju, he climbed the camp wall and fought to kill an enemy soldier before his wounds had healed.

The panic and discomfort caused by the first killing did not last long, and Lu Yi, who was promoted to captain of the army after the war, quickly tasted the sweetness. However, he gave up the opportunity to serve as a captain in the Jianrui Battalion, and strongly demanded to enter the Battlefront Battalion, even if it was just to be a small soldier. After Li Yanzhi heard about it, he also knew what Lu Yi was thinking, so he ordered him to transfer to the battle front camp and serve as a soldier.

After killing the enemy soldier who fell in front of him, Lu Yi quickly retreated into the ranks. In a few breaths, the enemy cavalry once again launched an assault on the assembled elite foot soldiers.

Repeated futile attacks reduced the number of these cavalry soldiers. Half an hour later, nearly a third of the enemy's cavalry had been lost, and it was no longer able to pose any kind of threat to the sharp men of this front battalion.

Looking at the enemy cavalry who were gradually retreating, releasing sporadic arrows from time to time, and looking tired, Li Yanzhi breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. However, there were more wounded soldiers or fallen soldiers in the team who were erected by the robes, which made his heart ache for no reason.

Without the interference of the enemy's cavalry, the soldiers of the Battle Blade Battalion had already advanced to the periphery of the chariot formation. On the north side of the car formation, the enemy infantry had stopped fifty paces away, and the front saber and shield soldiers had erected a one-man high shield wall, and the enemy crossbowmen behind the formation were constantly pulling the strings and firing arrows, projecting waves of arrows at the Li soldiers in the car formation.

Rao is infantry on the periphery of the chariot formation set up shields above and on the left and right sides of the shield, but arrows still inevitably shot through the gaps in the shields or from above. From time to time, the terrible howls of the soldiers of the arrows rang out in the array. The soldiers of Li Bu, who were inferior in numbers, naturally fell behind in this kind of shooting. Li Yanzhi looked at this situation, and his heart became more and more anxious and unwilling.

In this situation, the superior number of enemy infantry and crossbowmen fired at their own chariots on the north side of the formation. The enemy's spears were speared towards the sand dunes where their armored cavalry was temporarily lodging. The enemy cavalry, who had suffered heavy casualties, instead gathered and roamed around the perimeter, as if looking for an opportunity to attack any of them, so as to gain a certain advantage for them, and even determine the outcome of the battle.

Li Yanzhi weighed it, there was the largest number of his own soldiers in the car formation, although the number of enemy troops confronting them at this time was relatively large, but with the strict defense of the car formation, and the rich combat experience of his own soldiers, even if the other party attacked, it would be difficult to defeat them.

As for the soldiers of the Warrior Battalion under his command, although they were a little tired after a fierce battle, the harsh drills they carried out on weekdays showed their effectiveness at this time. The high fighting spirit seen from the faces of the generals also couldn't help but motivate Li Yanzhi, making him make a decision to try to change the stalemate in the midst of repeated trade-offs.

Li Yanzhi did not order soldiers to deploy defenses or ambush in the valley before, and the considerations were as follows. First, the mountains here are mostly bald mountains, without the shade of vegetation, and the enemy can find them in time by setting up an ambush on the mountain, and it is difficult to achieve the effect of ambush and surprise attack. The second is that the defense was based on the valley before, and you need to be careful that the enemy army will send a partial division to copy your own back road. The third is that fighting in the valley is completely difficult for the cavalry, let alone this armored cavalry with strong and stubborn armor.

The reason why Li Yanzhi set up a chariot formation outside the valley and abandoned the steep valley to block the enemy army was probably to let the cavalry play its due role. After all, in the period of cold weapon warfare, the role of cavalry, both tactically and strategically, was dominant.

Although the current war is in a stalemate, Li Yanzhi has returned to the original arrangement and purpose. Blocking the approach of those enemy spearmen at the moment, and the armored cavalry behind the sand dunes rushed into the battlefield and played their due role, it was at this time that he thought of the key to break the current stalemate.

Li Yanzhi looked up, and the enemy spearmen were marching in formation, although the speed was slow, but there were only more than a hundred steps left from the sand dunes where the armored cavalry was temporarily hiding. And since the position of the front battalion led by Li Yanzhi is currently in the rear of the formation, if it is killed, it is probably three or four hundred steps away.

The enemy cavalry in the rear were still trailing and wandering, and under their control, these soldiers under their command were definitely unable to rush to the new battlefield at full speed. It's just that it maintains a circular pattern to travel, and the travel speed is indeed too slow.

Li Yanzhi held the bamboo whistle hanging on his chest in his mouth and blew a long and four short whistles. When the troops were training in Lingju County, clear regulations had already been made on the behavior of the troops, the signal of the drum and even the sound of the whistle. During the exercises, the soldiers either heard the golden drums, looked at the flags, or listened to the whistles, and had already formed a set of benign systems for issuing orders, conveying and even enforcing them.

Hearing the whistle, the soldiers of the Battlefront Battalion changed their formation, from the previous circle to a phalanx, and then quickened their pace and marched in the direction of the enemy's spear formation. Although the generals in the formation have quickened their pace, the entire formation remains neat. The footsteps of the soldiers creaked slightly in the sand, and the sound soon became one, and behind them, a dense mass of footprints appeared.

The enemy cavalry, who had barely fought at all, followed behind, and even though the soldiers of the Battlefront Battalion had their backs to them, they did not dare to rush forward. The corpses of the men and horses who had fallen on the battlefield before were still there, with severed limbs and severed arms, and the internal organs of the heads scattered among them, and everyone who saw them felt frightened.

Halfway through the battlefront battalion, they were spotted by the enemy pike. Due to the large number of people, the enemy general Zuo ordered his corporal to divide his troops, and prepared to meet the cavalry behind the sand dunes, and the ironclad infantry that was slowly advancing.

"Raise your shield!" After advancing to a distance of only about fifty paces from the enemy's gun formation, Li Yanzhi immediately ordered. When the soldiers in the front row heard this, they raised their long cards in their hands to protect them. Everyone looked out through the masks, and saw the dense and sharp tips of the enemy's guns, and the faces of the enemy soldiers pretending to be calm, all of which gradually became clear in everyone's sight.

Li Yanzhi looked back at the enemy cavalry who was still patrolling two hundred paces behind him, trying to find his flaws, and once again blew the bamboo whistle in his mouth. After five short, continuous whistles, the foot soldiers changed formations again, this time reverting to their previous circle and continuing to rush towards the enemy.

After a while, the front of the circle formed by the front battalion was already in a melee with the enemy pikemen. A dozen spears and horses were the first to pierce into the enemy's line like a poisonous snake spitting out letters. Since the spears and horses used in the spears and lances distributed to the Frontline Battalion were more than a foot longer than the ordinary spears, the Frontline Battalion, which struggled to stab them, took the lead at this moment.

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen soldiers in the enemy's gun array fell to the ground in an instant. And before they had time to fight back, the ironclad soldiers in the front row, who were agile, were already holding long knives in their hands, and they were short enough to bully in front of the opposing pikemen in the front row. The long knife still with blood in his hand slashed towards the enemy.

At the same time, the remnants of the enemy's cavalry in the distance behind the Zhanfeng Battalion also slowly urged the war horses to the position of the Zhanfeng Battalion and slowly rushed towards it. The purpose of these enemy cavalry is very clear, that is, they want to crush this enemy infantry under the attack on both sides of the spear array.

However, they did not know that a few months ago, at the head of Lingju City, these ironclad soldiers had faced the attacks of superior enemy forces several times, and held on for nearly ten days, and the east and south sides of the city remained unmoved. Whenever there was a crisis, it was the soldiers of the Zhanfeng Battalion who were intensively used to block back the enemy troops who had attacked the city. Now in the face of these miscellaneous soldiers whose combat strength is not as good as Liu Zhao's army, how can this elite force be afraid?

As the whistle sounded again, individual soldiers who were wounded or killed in the formation were placed in the center of the formation. The soldiers of the Battle Blade Battalion vacated a circle of open space with a radius of about two zhang, and the casualties were helped to the open space and gathered. The soldiers of the battle battalion in the rest of the directions raised their weapons one after another, preparing to deal with the enemy's two-sided attack this time.

Seeing that the enemy cavalry had rushed to the front camp less than fifty paces, a wave of arrows they hastily released on their horses sporadically smashed into the iron armor of the soldiers, but did not cause any actual casualties. At this time, there was a mournful bamboo whistle and the chaotic sound of horses' hooves on the top of the dune. Li Yanzhi looked up, but saw that on the top of the sand dune, there were armored horses wearing helmets and armor. The men and horses were all clad in iron armor, and the armor leaves shone with a cold glow, announcing the coming of death to all the enemy troops who witnessed them.

More than 200 armored cavalry, shouting the sound of killing, bypassed the enemy guns from the top of the sand dunes, and rushed straight towards the remnants of the enemy light cavalry. The horses' hooves thundered, the sound of killing shook the sky, and everyone held their spears and horses tightly in their hands, and the enemy light horsemen could only take a face to face, and those light horsemen fell from their horses without any power to fight back.

Although Li Yanzhi had heard of the tremendous power that armored cavalry could exert on the battlefield, it was not until he saw it with his own eyes today that he knew that what he knew before was anything but false. Under the charge of the mounted iron cavalry, the remaining six or seven hundred enemy light cavalry soon collapsed and fled in all directions.

A charge crushed the enemy's light cavalry, Tao Heng, who was in the forefront of the armored cavalry, lifted his iron mask, gave a thumbs up to the front battalion formation, and then waved his big hand, pointing to the flanks exposed by the enemy infantry soldiers besieging the chariot formation, and it was a clamp on the horse's belly, and more than two hundred armored cavalry continued to gallop forward.

After solving the threat behind him, Li Yanzhi breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at the armored cavalry troops that continued to charge up the yellow sand in the sky, rushing towards the next group of enemy troops with killing and death, he knew in his heart that this battle was developing in the direction of his favor.

The enemy pikemen in front of them watched this group of armored cavalry defeat their own cavalry in one fell swoop, and their morale was severely damaged for a time. However, Li Yanzhi, who is good at capturing fighters, and the generals of the Zhanfeng battalion, where will they give them a chance to breathe?

The battle battalion changed formation again, and the soldiers were all like tigers descending from the mountain, rushing towards the stunned enemy soldiers! After only two quarters of an hour of fighting, the pikemen in front of the enemy had fallen in front of the battle. The blood flowing from the corpses stained the sand under the feet of the advancing soldiers of the Frontier Battalion a dazzling crimson......