When Abugan came to the river, the generals had already organized their soldiers and were waiting for his orders.

He saw an arc of a chariot.

The big shield on the wheel and the wall of the carriage form a wall without gaps, and it is impossible to see what the Jin army is doing behind the wall.

There are two holes in each carriage, like ill-intentioned eyes, staring at the Xianbei people's every move in the dark.

Unusually quiet. It doesn't seem like someone drove the car here, but the abandonment of the ghosts.

If it's the hand of the Grim Reaper, it's a trap.

If it is the work of the god of war, it is an ambush.

The Xianbei soldiers stared equally silently at their unseen counterparts. Those who serve as soldiers are not afraid of noise, they are afraid of quietness. Silence on the battlefield does not bode well. Either the huge killing is about to begin, or the huge killing is all gone.

On the river, all the Jin ships have anchored, and the soldiers in helmets and armor are standing on the deck, and the rising sun shines on the swords and guns, and the reflected light is like a cold eye.

Watching the battle with a cold eye.

Bloody battle.

Ah Bogan was a little dazed. Looking forward to the Jin army going ashore to fight, now that the Jin army is here, I don't know where to start. Cunning Nanbans, how did they toss these cars from the boat to the shore under my nose?

According to the report of the scouts who first discovered the enemy's situation, the Jin army landed a total of 100 vehicles, each with 7 people, and a total strength of 700.

5000 to 700, the number of Xianbei is superior. If the action is fierce and swift enough, the 700 Jin army, even if it is protected by a car formation, will not leave a piece of armor.

The officers and soldiers were waiting for him.

Riding a horse to the top, he gave the order calmly, not realizing that his voice trembled slightly. It was the first time he had faced an established enemy.

The 5,000 cavalry were divided into four teams, the first three of which were 1,000 men each, and took turns attacking the enemy formation. Leave 2,000 men to guard the Chinese army.

The horns whined, the horses' hooves were mixed, and the whole army formed a formation on the open ground.

The general reminded in a low voice whether to tell General Changsun first and wait for his people to arrive before making a move.

Ah Bogan hesitated.

With only 700 enemies, it is impossible not to swallow them. Once the eldest grandson Song gets involved, the credit cannot be monopolized. But the scene of being kidnapped in front of the battle two days ago suddenly passed, reminding him that the Jin army should not be underestimated.

"Don't worry, let's try two battles."

At this time, there was a movement in the Jin army's vehicle array, which had been dead silent. In the center of the car, a bamboo pole was raised, and a white ox's tail was tied to the top. After it left the roof, it rose vertically and vertically, and at a glance it was clear that there were hands pushing it section by section below. When it rose to a height of more than a foot from the car, the oxtail stopped moving upwards and began to sway from side to side.

Ah Bogan's eyeballs have been tugging at this thing, waiting for a mystery to be solved.

Suddenly, his eyeballs flicked away.

A hundred paces away, the riverbank sounded a jumble of powerful footsteps. A large group of Jin soldiers jumped out of a long line of boats on the bank of the river, stepped on the shallows, splashed the water and mud, and rushed ashore with their armor sonorous.

Regardless of whether they were short or long, each of them brought an extra long lance, and a group of people formed a huge hedgehog, puffed up hard thorns and rushed into the car formation, quickly hiding behind the chariot, from a distance can only see the densely erected long lance, the tip of the lance in the morning light white flowers.

Ah Bogan regretted it so much that he smashed his fist on the saddle, almost startling the horse.

If you had arranged it earlier, you could have used archers to stop the reinforcements. Visually, at least 2,000 people came up in this wave.

The enemy's existing strength is close to 3,000, and there are temporary fortifications to cover it, and its numerical advantage is cut off by a large piece at once.

Can't wait any longer.

Ah Bogan drew his waist knife and pointed forward, the horn let out a long sound, the rumbling drum sounded, and the banner hunted and flew away.

The first 1,000-man squad was lined up in 5 columns, 200 men each, with a wide front, slowly opening the horses' hooves.

There was a hint of unease in the hearts of the soldiers. They were accustomed to riding their horses and rushing at the piles of soldiers, slashing and slashing in flesh and blood, but now the impact was not a man, but a car, and it looked sturdy. It is impossible for them to hit the car with their beloved war horse, so what should they do when they rush to the end?

Let it be!

It's a big deal to jump directly on the chariot from horseback and flip to the back of the chariot for hand-to-hand combat.

What's more, the sound of the hooves of 1,000 horses is like thunder sweeping across the earth, maybe these southern barbarians are already scared without waiting for hand-to-hand combat.

The 4,000 hooves of the horse, first slowly and gracefully stepped out, and the knight on horseback naturally fell vertically and one after another.

The 4,000 horses' hooves began to accelerate, and the thunder decibels increased, just like the Mid-Autumn Tide in the Great River in the south, and the avalanche in the high mountains of the northerners. The knights drew their swords in unison, and let out a rustic and resolute grinding sound.

4,000 horses' hooves flew violently, throwing dirt onto the knight's back. The hoot struck the earth that had not yet fully rejuvenated, and the sound of the thunder god ramming resounded through the field. The knights wielded their white blades and uttered in unison the wild cry that their ancestors had passed down to them.

No one can stop the potential energy of the Xianbei Iron Rider.

The force of destruction rushed forward like a mudslide.

The blade is already shining in the eyes of the **.

The mace waited for a thud.

Xianbei comes from the desert of Daibei, eats wolf meat, drinks wolf blood, the heavens protect me like an eagle, and I catch the southern barbarian eagle and pigeons.

Southern Barbarians!

The Dying!

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