The more than 1,000 enemy horsemen in front of them were knocked down by tripping horse nails, and those who followed behind did not know the truth and were frightened to restrain their horse speed, but because the momentum was too fast, they could not stop it, and they crashed straight into the fallen centaurs. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Rolling back and forth like this, under the chain effect, the 10,000 surging Xiliang cavalry turned into a pot of porridge in a short time.

"Pour oil on the fire of this king, and release the arrows!" Zhang Yuan sneered. Ben will release the arrow. ”

The order was laid, and thousands of archers calmly unleashed their arrows, and thousands of sharp arrows whizzed out and roared towards the huddled enemy.

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At this time, the Black Mountain cavalry lost their mobility and could no longer avoid arrows in time, so they could only let the Zhou archers shoot indiscriminately. ▼

Whoosh!

Hundreds of black mountain thieves were shot off their horses, either stumbling through their heads or shot through the vital points by tripping horses, and killed instantly, while the rest died in the trampling of each other.

In a matter of moments, within a radius of a hundred paces, they were stained with blood, and everyone's eardrums were filled with painful howls.

At this moment, above the head of the city of Jicheng, the seven hundred Vietnamese troops defending the city were stunned by the incredible scene in front of them.

Sima Lang, who was originally proud, was even more shocked and disgusted, his face was attacked by horror and suspicion, and he exclaimed in a trembling voice: "How can this be, did Zhang Yuan use some demon magic?" Good and dignified, Zhang Yan's Black Mountain cavalry suddenly fell off his horse for no reason? ”

Like Sima Lang, Zhang Yan at this time was also immersed in horror.

Just a few seconds ago, Zhang Yan's mind was still sketching the picture of him Ruzhong entering the Zhou army formation and killing the Zhou army without leaving a piece of armor, thinking that he defeated the invincible King of Zhou in the world and became famous in the world.

Who would have thought that in the blink of an eye, all his wonderful fantasies were easily shattered by those small iron nails that fell from the sky.

Seeing his own iron cavalry fall to the ground one after another as if they had fallen into an evil spirit, seeing his soldiers die in the trampling of their own people, and seeing the arrows of the Zhou army wantonly harvesting the lives of his soldiers, Zhang Yan fell into the biggest panic in his life.

"Why is this happening? Why is this happening? What means did Zhang Yuan use? Zhang Yan, who was in a panic, had a hundred questions in her heart, but she didn't dare to take a step forward, and hurriedly restrained the war horse.

On the left and right, his Black Mountain cavalry was already on their backs, with countless casualties, and in the blink of an eye, nearly a thousand people fell in a pool of blood. ⊥ net,

Zhang Yan was terrified, reined in the war horse, and was surrounded by misery, and he had completely lost his proportion.

Dozens of steps away, the soldiers of the Zhou army were all pleasantly surprised and cheered.

Li Dingguo and other generals looked at Zhang Yuan with amazement.

Zhang Yuan smiled but did not speak, only with a cold expression, admiring the tragic scene of the black mountain thief in front of him.

The reason why he led the infantry army to attack Jicheng was to deliberately show weakness to Zhang Yan and induce Zhang Yan to lead the cavalry to take the initiative to attack, otherwise, if the other party took a defensive position, it would delay his march to Yueyang.

Zhang Yan really hit the plan, and took the initiative to attack with cavalry, and the cavalry's tactics against the infantry were nothing more than attacking the flank, waiting for a flaw in the infantry army formation to take advantage of the situation to attack, and Zhang Yuan had long understood these tactics.

Zhang Yuan was tossed by Zhang Yan, and after a few back and forth, he deliberately exposed a flaw on the left flank, in order to reassure Zhang Yan.

Zhang Yan really fell for the plan, thinking that he had seen a flaw in the Zhou army, and wanted to defeat the Zhou army in one fell swoop, but unexpectedly, Zhang Yuan had already prepared for him a sharp weapon to restrain the cavalry, such as tripping horses and nails.

In the wilderness, the Black Mountain cavalry screamed in terror and fled like headless flies.

After a while, Zhang Yan finally woke up from this frightened scene, regained some sense, swept around, and finally appeared on the ground, the small nails.

Zhang Yan reacted very quickly, and immediately realized that it was this kind of small nail that pierced the hooves of his war horse, so that he could turn his 10,000 iron horsemen on his back in a blink of an eye.

At this time, he was shocked to realize that he had fallen for Zhang Yuan's plan to lure the enemy.

"This Zhang Yuan is really ......"

Zhang Yan was shocked and angry, and he didn't have time to think about it, so he hurriedly turned over and jumped off the horse, shouting: "Brothers, get off the horse, don't panic, lead the war horse to retreat, avoid the nails under your feet." ▲”

Zhang Yan jumped off the horse first, leading the war horse to retreat with one hand, and dancing the big gun with the other hand, resisting the sharp arrows attacking behind him.

The rest of the surviving Black Mountain cavalry finally reacted, and they all jumped off their horses, followed Zhang Yan's example, and carefully led their horses back.

When they got off their horses like this, they could avoid the horses being pierced by nails, but they became live targets, allowing the sharp arrows of the Zhou army to shoot wildly.

After a few rounds of arrows, Zhang Yan easily walked out of the field covered with tripping horse nails, looked around, but found in pain that more than half of his 10,000 Black Mountain cavalry had been killed or wounded.

Zhang Yan was full of hatred and anger in her heart, and even dripping blood.

This 10,000 Black Mountain Iron Horseman, but he has worked hard for many years, and he relies on the lifeblood of Taihang Mountain.

I think that back then, whether it was Gongsun Chan or Yuan Shao, they couldn't help him, but they didn't want to, so they were ruined in the hands of Zhang Yuan.

Although she was full of hatred and anger, Zhang Yan didn't dare to turn back, and was eager to turn over and run away.

It's late.

Since Zhang Yuan was determined to lure him into a decisive battle, he reported his determination to be wiped out in a battle, and how could he let him escape.

"Enough of the good show, the whole army will attack, and the king will annihilate the Black Mountain thieves in one fell swoop!" Zhang Yuan's sword was raised, and he heroically issued an order to kill.

Woowoo woo –

The sound of the horn of the advance order rose to the sky, and the battle blood of the Zhou soldiers exploded in an instant. ww.◆

Li Cunxiao and other generals jumped into battle with their own horses, led the soldiers and horses of their headquarters, divided into two wings, avoided the stumbling horse nail area, and attacked the fleeing enemy from both ends.

"Kill the Black Mountain Thief—"

"Kill Zhang Yan—"

The soldiers of the Zhou army roared like thunder, shattering the enemy's gall and causing the heavens and the earth to change color.

At this time, the original momentum of the Montenegrin Army, their fighting spirit had long been shattered by the previous panic, and at this moment, the Zhou army attacked on all fronts, and their remaining fighting spirit collapsed in an instant, and they all wanted to get on their horses and flee wildly.

"Retreat, the whole army retreats to Keicheng!" Zhang Yan exclaimed even more hoarsely

There was no need for him to remind them, the remnants of the thousands of Montenegrin troops had already fled.

It's a pity that the enemy's advantage is gone, and before they have time to mount their horses, the Zhou army's frenzy has overwhelmingly attacked from both flanks, encircling and devouring them.

A war knife and a big gun, with the heart of meritorious service, mercilessly slashed at the frightened enemy, staining the field with blood again, so that the heaven and earth were once again filled with terrified howls.

The advantage of cavalry lies in its powerful impact power, and the cavalry that has lost its mobile surname is actually not much stronger than the infantry in terms of its own close combat effectiveness.