Guo Xu has never experienced such a way of fighting.

Trinity. The strongest soldier lay in the carriage, struggling to pull the crossbow string into place with his feet on his crossbow arms; Another soldier

Swing the knife to cut the lance into three sections: the first straight and the second diagonal, so that except for the first section with a metal blade, the rest have sharp oblique blades and flat tails. The third soldier mounted the sharp clubs on the crossbow machine and struck it with a hammer. After half a pillar of incense, the whole group of soldiers was panting and sweating, and was immediately replaced by another group of soldiers. After a few days of intense training, this set of movements flowed smoothly, not like a fight, but like a dance.

But it has nothing to do with beauty. The chariot is like an activated magic cave, and the eyes of the two black holes can spew murderous poison needles.

Through the perforation, Guo Xu could see the Xianbei soldiers rushing up one after another, and then falling down in pieces, like waves smashing into a reef in vain.

Thirty or forty paces from the chariot, the dead and the dead horses were already piled up in a ridge, and the later knights had to jump over their horses, often before the front hooves had landed, and the men had already been pierced.

Time seems to have stopped, Guo Xu doesn't know how long he has been fighting, and how long he will fight. He suspected that somewhere ahead there seemed to be a human-making mechanism that could spit out a steady stream of cavalry. He even had the illusion that those who died in front of the battle were only the shells of the Xianbei soldiers, and their souls returned to the starting place, changed into a war horse, and wielded a scimitar to kill them.

He didn't know how many Xianbei people there were, if they had enough soldiers, could maintain a long enough offensive, and could afford enough casualties, then they would always be able to survive until all the 6,000 short sticks cut by 2,000 long lances were used up, until the Jin soldiers were so tired that they couldn't even lift their arms, and until the defenders were completely driven crazy by the bloody scene in front of them.

But the offensive collapsed in an instant.

After eradicating a group of cavalry with a row of short sticks, Guo Xu saw a Xianbei soldier who had not survived suddenly turn his horse's head and flee in the direction of the oblique spur.

The guts are broken.

Diarrhea.

The soul is gone.

The bones are soft.

Even the toughest soldiers in the world have their moments of collapse. If the generals are cowardly, they will fall; The generals are stupid, they will fall; If the generals are unfair, they will fall; Hunger and cold for too long, they will collapse; Tired too much, they will collapse; The enemy is too strong, and they will fall; Alone, they will collapse; Now, because there is no hope of victory, they have seen too many and too tragic deaths, and they are deeply afraid that they will collapse because of such a senseless sacrifice.

It's like a dam that has been withstanding the pressure of the flood and has never seen any signs of dam failure, but at a certain critical point, a small anthill expands into a gap, and then the dam collapses.

It was slaughter and not fighting, and when the thought arose in the soldier's mind, the anthill appeared. The first soldier to turn around was the gap.

The Xianbei cavalry, which had always been as strong as steel, suddenly collapsed on all sides, like a piece of tofu falling to the ground. Some were shot through the back by the chasing clubs, but most quickly fled the death zone.

They could not break the Jin army's chariot formation, but they could easily crush their own infantry.

The Xianbei infantry, who followed behind and prepared to clean up the battlefield, were swept away by their own horses' hooves.

The battlefield was in chaos. The neighing of horses, the shouts of knights, the screams of the pawns, the angry scolding of shozo, and the screams of the fallen soldiers were all mixed together. Desperate to flee for their lives, the cavalry whipped the infantry who stood in the way, and some angry soldiers dragged them off their horses and beat them severely. But soon everyone realized that the Jin army was about to chase and kill, and they would be entangled and finished together, so the men and horses mixed together, and they retreated like a river of mud and sand.

Hu Luzheng pulled a defeated cavalryman off his horse and helped Ah Bogan up. Defend the side on foot yourself. It was full of people, and the horses were running. He kept looking back, not knowing when his pursuers would pounce.

At first, Ah Bogan also tried to maintain order with the dignity of a general, but no one cared about him at all. Everyone was running with their heads down, and a single bird was enough to make them think it was a stray arrow.

Ah Bogan suddenly realized that power is really a kind of empty thing, if people are willing to listen to you, this thing is there, and when people are unwilling to listen, this thing is not there. A moment ago, he was still dominating the situation, sending a team of 1,000 people to the battlefield, and now he is still the main general of Jizhou Assassin and Forward, but even the most humble soldier around him no longer obeys his orders. The soldier obeyed the order of the grass to follow the wind, and he was now deeply aware that he was no match for the wind, and had never seen the grass refuse to be suppressed by the wind under any circumstances.

Looking into the distance, he couldn't see the umbrella cover of Changsun Song.

This old thing, it is estimated that it has slipped away.

10,000 cavalry, placed on the field can be boundless, but after a hard battle, now he can see that there are few people still on horses, and less than 3,000 have died. They jogged in despair in the torrent of soldiers, like broken scarecrows in a hailstormed wheat field.

Let it go, it is important to escape, and what he is most worried about now is that the Jin army will chase after it. The golden helmet pierced by the short lance flashed through his mind, and he reached out to touch the scar on his back neck, and remembered the last look of the soldier called Caiworm, whose whole body was like ice and snow.

I hope that the soldiers will break up more completely, and don't flee for their lives in such a pile.

Looking forward to a road flashing in front of me.

He wanted to leave this place of right and wrong forever, and run all the way back to Pingcheng, where he would rather go to prison than sit in a tent here.

But if the soldiers are really all scattered, who will defend themselves in the event of a hurry?

Suddenly, there was an uproar among the soldiers behind him.

When he turned back, he saw a cavalry chasing from a distance.

Before he could calm the soldier, the soldier in front of him on the left suddenly turned around and poured back.

In that direction, there was a faint sound of horses neighing and people shouting to kill, and countless flags were wrapped in flying dust, and I don't know how many people were pressing over.

Hu Luzheng saw that Ah Bogan's face was as white as a ghost.