Behind the third team, Fang Zhenhai was anxious to scold.

"What is Team Six doing?" He roared angrily, "Are you saying goodbye to your mother-in-law?" Let them hurry up for me, don't move within two moments, and let General Chang fill the crack! ”

The herald agreed to give the order, but he was aggrieved by the sixth team. The sixth team didn't work hard, but they happened to be at the worst of the earthquake, and it was understandable that the whole team took more time than the other teams. But this is not what he should think, his task is to tell the commander of the sixth team: don't say goodbye to your mother-in-law again.

After roaring over the sixth team, Fang Zhenhai roared again: "Tell the general who is responsible for sorting out the defeated soldiers to use the knife if necessary, and those defeated soldiers think that it is not possible to bask in the sun in their hometown?" If you rub it off any longer, you'll send them back to their hometown! ”

Another herald departed.

It's not that Fang Zhenhai doesn't know how difficult it is to quickly dispatch the whole team in such a chaos now, nor does he know how troublesome it is for Lu Dao to sort out the defeated troops who have experienced the earthquake before they get 50,000 squares, but now he has to rush for time, and if he can grab it, he will win, and if he can't grab it, he will lose! He really can't stand the drag, not even a moment of drag!

He looked up at the third team in front of him, and saw that the Hun cavalry had begun to attack, and he prayed in his heart, hoping that the third team could support it for a long time, a little longer, and give him a little more time, even a little more!

In the third team, a big battle is unfolding.

The first group of Hun cavalry had already rushed through the area where the crack had been broken, and on the ground in front of them, rows of hastily arranged triphorses were very conspicuous.

The first Hun commander shouted, the long knife pointed down, and the body hung directly on the side of the horse's pedal, only one foot stepped on the horse's pedal, and the whole body was attached to the horse forward, the arm was stretched out, and the long knife was stretched forward, ready to cut the tripping horse. Behind him, the soldiers followed suit, and for a time countless figures hung on their horses in a posture of hiding in the foot, and when they looked at it from a distance, it looked as if a large number of unmanned horses were running.

Even the Han sergeant had a stroke, and some people cheered.

Such superb horsemanship, not one or two people, but hundreds of people, the Hun cavalry is invincible in the world is really worthy of its reputation.

Brush, brush, brush, brush! With the swing of the sword, the tripping horse rope was cut in two, the figure fluttered, the Hun cavalry turned over on the horse one after another, the whole action was crisp and neat, no one fell off the horse, and no horse was tripped, the tripping horse rope set up by the Han army became a child's toy in front of the Hun cavalry.

Wei Changfeng's heart was full of admiration and fear.

That's right, it's fear. Who else can resist such cavalry? Compared with the Hun cavalry, the Donghu cavalry is simply like a child messing around, and the future battles are only afraid that they will be extremely cruel.

The Hun cavalry rushed closer!

The horses in front of them suddenly fell down, the horses were rushing in a hurry, and the fall was not the whole fall, it was a sudden fall with a leg out of balance, many horses were falling down with a heel fight, the Hun cavalry on horseback could not ride no matter how good the riding skills were, for a time the horses were rolling, people were also rolling, and even some cavalry were thrown out of the air for a long distance, and they were almost to the defense line of the Han army, but the cavalry that was thrown out in this way smashed on the ground, even if they didn't die, they basically couldn't get up.

What can make these cavalry so embarrassed is not some mysterious weapon, but a hoe, the hoe that Fang just brought.

The Han army hurriedly dug many small pits in the ground, which were not big, only the size of a palm, not deep, and could barely fit into one foot.

The problem is that it is these pits, which are not big and deep, that become death traps for horses.

Imagine a small pit on the flat ground that would happen if a horse in a gallop stepped on it.

As a result, the horse naturally breaks its leg, and the momentum of the run causes the horse to roll over, and at the same time makes the rider on the horse's back fly out.

Sometimes it doesn't require much skill, how many mysterious weapons, the so-called great ingenuity, the most effective, that is, the best.

The Hun cavalry fell hundreds of horses at once, and the attack was immediately blocked, and the cavalry behind was confused for a while, and the assault stopped.

Wei Changfeng's hand waved.

A rain of arrows was shot, and the rain of arrows was really rain, three thousand archers, plus twenty vehicle-mounted crossbows, the rain of arrows was so dense that it almost covered the sun.

The battlefield suddenly became weird.

Originally, there should have been the neighing of horses, the sound of golden drums, the screams of wounded and dying soldiers, and the cheers and shouts of soldiers.

But now, those voices are gone. There is only a strange sound of "~~~~~ ~~~~~" like the wind blowing.

But it wasn't the wind, it was the sound of arrows breaking through the air as they flew out. This rain of arrows is like a huge sickle, just one sweep, the Hun cavalry on the opposite side all fell, no one screamed, no one screamed, all the cries were too late to be made, everyone and horses had no less than ten arrows stuck in their bodies, how could they have any chance to make a sound?

Two thousand Hun cavalry were wiped out in this way, that is, between two breaths, two thousand men, two thousand horses, completely swept away.

The battlefield finally erupted in cheers.

It was the cheers of the Han soldiers, and the Han soldiers of the third team cheered excitedly.

Just one launch, one time, two thousand people killed in a moment! What a terrible might, what a joyful victory!

Wei Changfeng didn't cheer, he knew that this was the beginning.

The loss of 150,000 cavalry was 2,000 people, which was really not worth mentioning, and this attack could only anger the Huns, and the next attack would be more fierce and terrifying.

"Clean up the battlefield!" He decisively ordered, "Throw the enemy's corpses and horses to the opposite side of the rift!" Stick in the ground, hurry up! ”

Seeing the six thousand Han soldiers on the left and right sides of the battlefield rushing into the bow-shaped position and hurriedly carrying the corpses of the Huns, Wei Changfeng's heart suddenly moved, and he hurriedly ordered: "Leave a hundred corpses, move to the back of the battle, I will be useful, and leave a hundred corpses every time I clean up the battlefield after that!" ”

The herald went to give the order, but no one knew what General Lu Dao Dingyuan was doing with the corpses, could it be a way to let these corpses become powerful ghosts to attack the Huns? Even Bai Qi looked confused.

Wei Changfeng ignored everyone's suspicious gazes, he looked back behind him, behind him, the 100,000 Han troops had all set off and were hurrying south, but the other 50,000 defeated soldiers were still in chaos, and they were still in the whole team. He couldn't help but snort in his heart.

50,000 people, 50,000 Han troops, 50,000 refugees. These people really don't have a seed!

He turned around with his anger, and saw that the battlefield was almost cleaned, and on the opposite side, the Huns had also reorganized the team, this time it was no longer the light cavalry that charged directly, the first was the heavy cavalry, in front of them was a large wool felt, these felts were thick and large, and the back was nailed with a wooden frame, and each felt was supported by several soldiers and stretched out in front of them.