Chen Jian stood in the crowd brandishing a stone axe and slashed at the head of one of the enemies who squeezed in, looking at his dazed left flank, not knowing whether to cry or laugh.

The people really listened to their own words, and stood there at a loss.

If someone who can see the battlefield and rolls over with a few squads on the left flank, the battle is over. Unfortunately, no, the clansmen were just memorizing their orders, and they didn't understand this method of fighting.

Now the right wing is holding on, but the left wing is still waiting for his orders, for three months, all he can train is to understand the sound of drums to advance and retreat, and he has not trained some characters who can command dozens of people on their own, let alone technical movements such as turning left and right.

The four squads around him have been pressed into a gibbous moon, and the direction they are facing is no longer directly ahead, but gradually leaning backwards, forming an inclined plane.

The right side was not a river, but a completely uncovered open space, and the clansmen subconsciously moved their steps to the right, trying not to let the other party come from the right side, but also blocking the impact route of the thirty stone axe shock soldiers behind.

Theoretically, if Song and those men moved to the right a dozen steps in advance, not in the current position, the moment the enemy surrounded the right flank, he could beat the drum and charge, and crush the enemy from the flank; Theoretically, if the acorn on the left now rolls up to the enemy's rear with a squad on the left flank, it would be a perfect battle of annihilation rather than a crush.

But the gap between theory and reality is that both of them know what it is, they don't know why, and they haven't fully understood this way of fighting, and they just mechanically execute Chen Jian's orders.

The badger also found those people standing thirty paces away, and he didn't understand why these people hadn't moved until now, but he only had Chen Jian in his eyes now, and he could even see the beads of sweat dripping from Jian Chen's face.

He was confident enough that even if those thirty people rushed over now, he would be able to kill Jian Chen before they could rush in. Because judging by the way he wielded the stone axe, it was not a real hunter at all. He couldn't figure out why such a person could be the leader of this group.

The three stone spears pierced the badger's chest in unison, and the badger roared, calling out to his people, and the stone axe in his hand swung hard, removing the stone spear. His legs burst out with incredible power in an instant, trying to pass through the middle of the two squads.

However, suddenly there was an extra person holding a wicker shield in front of him, trying to block the gap. In his opinion, this matter was meaningless, and he picked up the stone axe with both hands, and smashed the wicker shield directly, directly on the top of the man's head, and smashed his head to pieces.

In front of him was Chen Jian, there were only four people around him, and the badger roared like a beast at Chen Jian, as if provoking, wanting this timid person like a rabbit to fight with him.

The badger's clan had already squeezed in three of them through this gap, and the squad on the far right had completely collapsed, without the slightest formation, fighting separately with stone spears and stone axes, and two people had been cut down to the ground by their own people.

The birch beside Jian Chen looked at the badger like a fierce tiger, and knew that it was the leader who killed his own people, so he rushed over with a stone axe like crazy. He also has a younger brother and two clansmen, and he and his clansmen are going to kill this person with their own hands.

Throwing away the wicker shield that was in the way, he held the stone axe and slashed down on the top of the badger's head, but the badger used the stone axe, which immediately shook Birch's arms numb, and then the stone axe smashed heavily on his shoulder, and the pain hit, the shoulder blade shattered, and the whole arm fell limply.

The badger's eyes were full of fanaticism, he was so close to Jian Chen, only ten steps away! As long as you kill him, you and your people will be able to completely collapse this group of stupid fools from behind.

In his eyes, Jian Chen threw away the stone axe that could fight, but picked up a small stone hammer, a small stone hammer that even a child could pick up.

Jian Chen just glanced at him, then turned around and beat the war drum with the small stone hammer, as if he didn't realize that a powerful enemy was beside him.

The badger kicked Birch's brother away and took another step forward, but his leg was clung to by Birch, who had just broken his shoulder blade.

Birch had only one left arm, but it was wrapped around his chest and even tore at his ankle with his teeth.

After dragging half a step, the badger raised its stone axe and slashed at the top of Birch's head. Hua heard the wind of the stone axe, but did not hide, but took one last look at Chen Jian, who was beating the drum, and muttered: "If you are alive, you will take revenge......

Boom!

The stone axe smashed Hua's head, but Hua's stiff body still hugged the badger's legs, and the last two people who were alive also rushed over with stone axes, and the badger was not afraid, dragging Hua's corpse to meet the two people, leaving a bloody mark behind.

It's only eight steps away! These weird knocks can't change that either!

Thirty paces away, Song, who was already waiting anxiously, finally heard the drumbeat of the charge, and there were a few clansmen in front of him, but he still shouted with the people around him, raised his wicker shield and ran forward at full speed.

As usual in training, no matter what is in front of you, you have to crash into it. Thirty men shouted in unison, and the distance of thirty paces flashed by, and when they approached the enemy, they pressed their wicker shields diagonally over their shoulders, and slammed into them with such ferocity, whatever was in front of them.

Bang bang......

A neat row of people into the wall directly dispersed the chaotic battlefield, and seven or eight people were knocked to the ground, but Song did not stop, nor did he use a stone axe to chop down the people who fell to the ground, but as usual training, he did not stop after knocking down these people, and continued to rush forward ten steps, forming a team ten steps away, and reversing into the battle.

After the three rows of people rushed through, the badger's people had completely collapsed, they had never seen such a way to fight, the shock of the tight crowd at the same time, like a mountain suddenly moved to their side, everyone who tried to block was knocked to the ground, there was no way to stop it.

Ten paces away, a panting Song had regrouped with his men, but there was nothing more to attack in front of him, and the few enemies who had fallen to the ground crawled and fled, trampled or stabbed to death with spears.

The enemy no longer had the courage to fight, and the last hope had been completely shattered by the thirty people who rushed in, and they could no longer endure such slaughter, and fled in all directions in a frenzied manner.

Matsu looked at everything in front of him, and for the first time did not wait for the drum to sound, but shouted at his people and scattered in pursuit of the fleeing enemies.

The badger killed another man, but he also heard a noise behind him, and looked back in astonishment to see that his people had completely collapsed, and no one except himself had turned his chest against the enemy, but showed his shameful back.

The outcome has been decided.

"No!"

The badger raised its head and roared, and the moment it raised its head, a feathered arrow flew from a distance and stabbed him in the throat.

A sweet smell echoed in his mouth, and he couldn't make any sound, just used his last bit of strength to search for who had killed him, and finally saw clearly the person not far away, the one who almost shot himself yesterday on a horned deer......

He waved his arm, trying to tell Jian Chen, who was close at hand: "You are not a warrior, you are as weak as a rabbit, you only know how to knock on that small stone hammer......"

The strong body fell to the ground, and to death he did not understand why this weak man had become the leader, and why the strong hunter had to obey his orders.

Jian Chen walked to the badger's side, cut off his head with a stone axe, hung it on the tip of the spear, and held it high so that the entire battlefield could see everything that was happening here.

So the tribesmen let out a cheer, and finally those who were still resisting completely lost their courage.

Without thinking about the casualties, he stared at the village not far away, where there were still more than 200 women and slaves, so he beat the war drum and told the people to disperse and move freely, occupy the village, and there was no need to stop and form a team!

However, just as he gave the order, the fence of the village suddenly opened, and a group of slaves were pushed out, and they ran in a mess, crying and searching for their familiar buns, and ropes and rattans wrapped around them, to disrupt the warriors who were about to enter the village.

In the village, Redfish took the few remaining tribesmen and a few foreign tribesmen who had joined him, rode up the horned deer, opened the fence of the sheepfold, threw away everything that could be thrown, opened the back door of the village, and prepared to escape.

At the moment when the thirty people charged, he knew that his clan had lost and it was impossible to win, and even if the badger killed that Jian, it was impossible for the clan to win.

So she made the decision to open the main gate of the village, push the slaves out, and let their cries buy time for her.

If the man is gone, he can look for it again, even if it is these foreign tribes who have been attached.

As long as you don't die, as long as your own people don't die, before you die of old age, there will be a group of children who will grow up, they won't know who their father is, they will only remember that they were raised by their mother.

These foreign tribes who have returned to them have no way to retreat, because they have killed their relatives in front of the clansmen, and even if they go back, they will no longer be accepted by the clansmen, and only by following themselves can they live.

There are still horned deer, and there are acorns in autumn, and they and the remnants of the clan can hold on. There are also seven or eight men, of course, there will be children, and you can completely control these seven or eight stupid men, you only need to get yourself and your clansmen pregnant, and when the children grow up, these people can die.

However, just as she was about to jump out of the fence, a tsunami-like cry sounded behind her, a word she didn't understand.

The bodies of the men who belonged to him stiffened suddenly, and Hongyu's heart was cold, and an ominous premonition rose in his heart.

PS: Did I not understand it? A total of fifteen archers, playing projectiles? The front row is full of infantry, and they are the ones in line, they are holding the line. From the Qin phalanx to the Song infantry, there has always been a queue, who said that the queue is the patent of Macedonian Greece? Is close shooting a line-up tactic? That Manchu Tartar rushed to within fifteen paces and scattered the Ming army's formation with heavy arrows, and then charged again, it was also line infantry?

When the infantry advances, it is always a whole group of drums at dozens of paces, and it is the infantry that advances. How do infantry engage the enemy? Rushing over a hundred meters away? Or do you want to make all of them archers? Wait for someone else to rush over and kill yourself?

The role of the infantry is to maintain the line, and the purpose of the battle is to make the opponent's line scattered, whether it is to attack or lure the enemy forward, as long as the line is chaotic, they can be broken individually.