The hillsides covered with wildflowers and green grass are now moistened with blood. The Youzhou light cavalry, which finally succeeded in detouring back to the flank of the Boling army, launched a tidal attack on the position held by Li Xu under the command of the young marshal Luo Cheng. After passing through the carefully arranged obstacles of their opponents, and with almost no adjustments, they went straight to attack, like moths to the flames, one by one crashing into the long-standing lance jungle.

Life is as brilliant as a spring flower, blooming in an instant and withering in an instant. The more than 50 riders who were the first to rush into the battle formation were impaled on the spot and fell to the ground with a bang. However, the battle-hardened Boling soldiers turned a blind eye to the death of the enemy. The soldiers in the first row maintained a half-squatting position, with the spears pointing diagonally upward. The blood of men and horses trickled down the lances, staining their hands and arms red. Someone was crushed by a warhorse, and the gap was quickly replenished by other robes. Those who were not affected clenched their teeth and remained motionless like stone carvings.

The second-row sergeant laid the lance flat on the shoulders of the first-row sergeant, the spear pointed straight ahead, and the broken flesh hung from the tip. The long lance of the third row of non-commissioned officers was placed on the shoulders of the second-row non-commissioned officers, and the spear was two feet higher than the previous row, and there was no chance to make contact with the enemy, and Leng Sensen flashed with blue light.

It's a standard infantry versus cavalry battle formation, like a steel hedgehog with its body curled up, leaving the enemy at bay. If the Youzhou cavalry has an acceleration distance of more than fifty paces, with the inertia of the war horses rushing at high speed, as long as they have the courage to sacrifice, it will not be difficult to knock this formation into powder. But Li Xu didn't give the people of Youzhou any chance, and he knew better than any of his peers the weakness of the light armored cavalry. Unlike the Iron Horsemen, who are armed to the teeth, they can trample the foot soldiers in their way into meat sauce even if they walk slowly. Speed is the life of the light cavalry, and if you can't raise it, the cavalry's attack power will be reduced by at least half. And in terms of coordination with the robe in the low-speed advance, they are far less agile than the foot soldiers.

The splash of blood did not make Luo Cheng feel soft-hearted. Fan Zhongmou's flag fell, Liu Dexin's flag fell, and the handsome flag of the Youzhou Army also fell. As the coach and every Youzhou kid around him, he should know what that means. If they can't kill Li Xu's side in the shortest possible time and kill the cunning and despicable enemy boss, there will be no suspense about winning or losing this battle.

"Youzhou Tiger Ben!" Luo Cheng raised the lance with one hand, and used honor to inspire the morale of his subordinates.

"Invincible in the world!" The cavalry responded loudly, with a slight tremor at the end. These two are the slogans that their parents often shouted when they went out on war. It's just that the first sentence used to be "Great Sui Tiger Ben", but now Great Sui has become Youzhou.

The fathers used to proudly say that when they shouted these two slogans, the whole Oriental steppe trembled. Whether it is the Turks, the Khitans or the Tata, those uncivilized herdsmen can only prostrate and beg for mercy in front of the tiger and iron horsemen. No one dared to face the Tianwei of the Great Sui, and no one dared to face the anger of the entire Central Plains. And today, these two slogans resounded on the battlefield after changing two words, and it was the same Da Sui Pao Ze that stood in front of the war horse.

With 1,500 cavalry against more than 1,000 foot soldiers, the Youzhou army has an absolute upper hand in numbers. The second wave of outlaw attacks soon unfolded, with more than a hundred Youzhou riders kicking and punching their horses in the belly, squeezing the potential of their crotch mounts to the limit. The poor horse twisted his neck, his eyes widened, and he hissed sharply. They are not people, they don't have the big picture and the spirit of sacrifice. If they see the lance bush in front of them while running at high speed, they cannot resist inertia. If they are in the process of moving forward in small steps, even if they see a bunch of thorns, they will choose to avoid it.

The fear of death finally failed to overcome the desire for victory, and the mournful warhorse slowly approached the lance, and large tears dripped from the eyes of the poor beast. At the moment when they were about to collide with the lance, most of the horses struggled to raise their front hooves. There are also a small number of efforts to turn around and change the straight rush to an oblique rub. The result was almost the same, and the three-foot-long lance easily pierced the horses' skin and muscles, causing them to kick their hooves in pain. The warrior on horseback took the opportunity to jump forward with his feet off his feet and screaming. They tried to leap over the grove and attack behind the enemy's back. But most of them fell halfway and were directly stabbed into a honeycomb by the lance. As soon as the lucky few landed, they were surrounded by the Boling soldiers around them, and countless horizontal knives slashed at them, cutting them into pieces.

With little time for the robes to mourn for the dead, the third wave of cavalry trotted to the heart of the battlefield. Before jumping off their horses, they threw their lances at their opponents. Then, he drew his waist knife and slashed at the mount that he had once regarded as a sibling.

Dozens of Boling soldiers were shot and fell crooked beside their companions. At the same time, the war horse, which had been cut by its own master, went berserk and neighed into the lance. More than a dozen lances stabbed a war horse at the same time, killing it on the spot. However, the Boling Army's lance array also concave a small piece backwards under the impact of the war horse, revealing a small gap.

The third wave of wounded horses rushed in, followed by the fourth wave of horses. The Boling soldiers, who were crouching in the front row, had to move their bodies so as not to be crushed to death by the poor brute. There were more and more flaws in the lance array, and they gradually turned into huge cracks. The Youzhou people, who forgot their lives, broke in directly from the cracks, stabbed sharply with a long lance, and fought for their lives.

In an instant, both sides suffered heavy losses. With the skillful Boling soldiers, relying on the advantage of the group, they stabbed the Youzhou people who broke into the military formation one by one. But before the mad war horse and the mad Youzhou people die, they often have to pull one or two opponents on their backs. Not far away, Luo Cheng was still waving the battle flag, driving his brothers towards the death vortex. Directly behind the military formation, Li Xu clenched the black knife, and the knuckles of his fingers were already blue.

Boling soldiers from other positions on the frontal battlefield were coming quickly, but more than 300 Youzhou cavalry had already met them along the hillside under the command of Luo Cheng. The Youzhou army did not expect to be able to defeat thousands of Boling soldiers with just more than 300 cavalry, they only planned to use the lives of these more than 300 people to drag another pillar of incense time. There is no need for more, in a pillar of incense time, the battle between the Youzhou cavalry of Luo Cheng's department and the thousand Boling soldiers of Li Xu's department will definitely be able to distinguish the result. If the cavalry is defeated, the Youzhou army will be destroyed in this battle! If the infantry were killed and scattered, Li Xu would definitely not be able to face the siege of hundreds of cavalry alone. Kill him, and the whole battle will be turned upside down.

Blood splattered, and the sound of the horn was like a tiger roaring and a dragon roaring. Compared with the almost one-sided slaughter on the frontal battlefield before, the fighting on the local battlefield was more tragic. The soldiers on both sides knew that the battle had reached a critical moment, and they would rather die than retreat. Several Youzhou cavalrymen fell from their horses and immediately swept across the ground with their swords. Several long lances do not dodge or dodge, and they stabbed down. After a few breaths, there was a gap in the position where the cavalry had fallen from their horses. On the blood-stained grass, the Youzhou people and the Boling people fell together, shoulder to shoulder, face to face.

In order to protect the battle formation from being scattered, Wang Xuba rushed to the front line with his own soldiers. His skills were far better than those of ordinary soldiers, and when he saw that the enemy had broken out of the cracks, he immediately rushed forward to fill his position. A Youzhou cavalryman who had just stabbed his opponent laughed wildly and shook off the corpse on the lance, and before he could level the lance again, Wang Xuba rushed forward diagonally, waved the broadsword of the banmen, and swept it half off the saddle

"Kill! Let them have a long memory! Sprayed with blood, as if he had just been fished out of the dye shop, Wang Xu drew his sword and roared wildly, and rushed towards the next cavalryman. The Youzhou man who had just rushed into the battle formation was startled, and quickly stabbed him in the chest with a spear. Wang Xu pulled out his wrist, slashed it, and knocked the horse lance away with a knife. Stride, stepped forward, and slashed on the front leg of the war horse.

The horse that had lost its legs let out a terrible scream, fell forward, rolled and struggled. The Youzhou cavalry on horseback had no time to escape, and was firmly lassoed by the stirrups, and then was crushed by their own mounts to spit blood. Wang Xuba didn't even look at his opponent, and rushed directly to the next gap with his own soldiers. There, two Youzhou generals who jumped off their mounts were pinching Fang Yannian, forcing Fang Changshi into danger.

One of them heard heavy footsteps and turned to meet Wang Suba. Seeing the blade the size of a door panel in the opponent's hand, he was startled, and he didn't dare to use his weapon to touch the opponent, so he first dodged sideways, and then swept with his sword. "your grandma!" Wang Suba stabbed his blade into the ground, blocking the sharp blade that slashed at his waist like a pillar. Then his legs are in the air, and with the handle as the axis, he spirals and kicks.

This is not at all a trick that should be used on the battlefield. It was suddenly unleashed, but it had a surprising effect. The Youzhou generals who were on the right side of him couldn't dodge, and their front chest and lower abdomen were hit one after another. The pig-iron boots kicked him straight through the ribs, shaking the internal organs apart.

"Ah——!h The Youzhou general let out a miserable cry and vomited blood and died. The king landed on his feet and drew his sword to meet a horse lance stabbed from the side. The wielder was very good at martial arts, and when he missed the blow, he immediately urged the horse forward, trying to trample it to death with his hooves. Wang Suba quickly fled to the side, then turned and slashed diagonally. The other party greeted each other with a lance, and the two weapons collided together without any fancy feelings, making a crisp resonance of gold and iron.

The two sides are evenly matched, but the Youzhou general has an extra war horse and is condescending. In order to prevent this person from rushing to the gap in the general's formation even more, Wang Suba couldn't hide too far every time, and could only circle the war horse and fight with the other party. Doing so caused his physical strength to drop sharply, and in the blink of an eye, he let out heavy breathing. The opponent grinned toothily, and the long lance shook out a ball of silver flowers.

Just listen to "Ping Pong!" With a bang, the long lance that made Wang Su pull out his hands in mid-air suddenly stopped. Immediately after, the Youzhou general, who was straddling the horse, tilted his body and fell off his mount softly. An armor-piercing cone flew out of thin air from above his eyebrows, half a foot deep into his head. The black carved feathers were covered with blood beads, and the drops were dazzling.

Wang Xuba quickly turned around and saw Li Xu holding a horn bow and riding a second feather arrow. Subsequently, another Youzhou general who was fighting with Fang Yannian fell off his horse and was poked into a honeycomb by the swarming lance.

"Don't be ruthless, try your best to keep the queue neat!" Glancing in the direction of Wang Xuba's location, Li Xu commanded loudly. Through the crowd, his words reached Wang Suba's ears and were almost inaudible. But knowing what the Lord was saying, he pointed forward with the tip of his knife and led the man to fill the gap.

Although he tried his best, the Youzhou cavalry still formed breakthroughs in many places. Seeing that his infantry battle array was on the verge of collapse, Wang Suba took out a horn from his waist and whined. Hearing the sound of the horn, the Boling soldiers, who had already been rushed into sections, regained their spirits, and under the command of the low-level general closest to them, they formed a small formation on the spot, delaying the enemy's advance as much as possible.

Both sides are competing in speed. Look at the Boling soldiers on the frontal battlefield to kill the Youzhou interceptors first, or the Youzhou cavalry on the local battlefield to break through the Boling soldiers' obstruction first and cut down Li Xu's handsome banner. At a certain moment, the people of Youzhou had almost reached their goal, and they were less than ten steps away from where Li Xu was standing. But after a few breaths, they were forced to flee in all directions by Zhou Daniu, who had been killed again, and led by his personal guards.

"Poof!" The flying armor-piercing cone pierced the horseman's sternum, pushing it directly under the horse. Zhou Da Niu quickly killed, taking advantage of the kung fu of the Youzhou cavalry closest to him, he swung his horizontal knife and slashed the opponent's thigh. The Youzhou rider, who witnessed the tragic death of his companion, was in a hurry to guard against cold arrows that came from nowhere, and at the same time to deal with Zhou Daniu's attack. Several guards took the opportunity to rush to the side of the horse and pushed it out of the saddle with their lances.

The ownerless war horse quickly fled, and Zhou Daniu and the others quickly recovered into a small phalanx, cooperating with each other to block the next wave of enemy troops rushing towards Li Xu. The first enemy general waved his lance to take Zhou Da Niu directly, trying to capture the thief and capture the king first. At the moment when the two were about to make contact, Zhou Daniu, who was the core of the military formation, suddenly jumped away from him in disappointment.

"Poof!" There was another sound of a sharp knife entering the flesh. With a shocked face, the Youzhou general saw his mount jump high, and he didn't know when a stray arrow pierced his neck. didn't give him a chance to figure out what was going on, Zhou Daniu also jumped high and swept with a knife. The Youzhou general, who had lost cooperation with the war horse, watched a sharp horizontal knife slash through his waist and abdomen, and then instinctively dropped his weapon, reached out to cover his wound, and fell into a pool of blood at the same time as the war horse, rolling and struggling.

"Phew!" The big bull who succeeded in the attack spat contemptuously and rushed to the next enemy general with his knife raised. A Youzhou soldier's weapon attacked from the side, drawing a shadow of his soft underbelly. Zhou Daniu didn't care at all, and ran over from the opponent's attack range. The Youzhou soldier was immediately caught by two personal soldiers, and then received an arrow in the throat and fell off his horse and died.

Unlike Wang Subha's mission, Zhou Daniu was not responsible for maintaining the integrity of the military formation. He took more than a hundred of his own soldiers and swirled around the handsome flag in some strange way. If someone can look down from the air, they will clearly see that the trajectory of Zhou Daniu and others is half an arc, and Li Xu's position is exactly the center of the half arc. Anyone who tries to infiltrate this half of the arc will be besieged at the first opportunity, either killed by the Blade or killed by a "stray arrow".

This combat method is extremely deterrent, and several Youzhou experts who broke through the lance array one after another folded near the banner of the Boling army. After three successive attacks were frustrated, the soldiers of Youzhou gradually became afraid of Zhou Daniu's location. They can't see the overall situation of the battlefield, it is difficult to distinguish where the cold arrow comes from, and they are even more afraid that the next person who will die in a daze will be themselves.

Li Xu put an armor-piercing cone on the bowstring and shot at the enemy farther away. The Youzhou Army still retains the armor system of the Great Sui, so he can easily tell which one is an officer and which one is an ordinary soldier from the enemy. In just a few breaths, at least three brigade commanders, and two teams were dying at his hands. The Youzhou army, which was already very chaotic, became more and more chaotic, and many soldiers were almost completely fighting with a sense of honor, fighting with the Boling army while constantly watching the surrounding situation.

The heavily armored infantry led by Zhang Jiang and the Youzhou people who were responsible for blocking him were still fighting hard, but because of the dual impact of numbers and morale, the Youzhou side had already shown a rout. The generals who led the team kept sounding horns and alerted Luo Cheng. And their commander Luo Cheng has already sent most of his own soldiers out, and he can't allocate any more forces to provide support for his robes.

In the end, the strength that can be invested is Luo Cheng himself and more than a dozen personal guards. But he didn't want to waste this last of his physical strength and blood on the ordinary soldiers of the Boling army, his opponent was not far away, and he was directing the Boling army to slaughter the people of Youzhou.

Yes, it can only be counted as a massacre, this one cannot be counted as a battle at all. The battle situation has developed so far, Luo Cheng has understood that he has lost, and he has lost very unjustly, but he is clear.

He can understand all the formations and changes adopted by the opponent today. can think of a way to crack it. Including the half-arc that was hiding behind the war group and constantly rotating around Li Xu's location, he could remember which page of the war book it was. But knowing, understanding, and being able to exert its power like your own arm are two different things. The Youzhou infantry under his command could not reach the training level of Boling's infantry soldiers, and he did not have as much killing experience as the surnamed Li.

It was a war that was completely asymmetrical in terms of combat experience. Compared with the experienced Boling infantry, the Youzhou infantryman can only be regarded as a group of recruit eggs. Compared with the experienced Li Zhongjian, Luo Cheng is just an ignorant teenager who has just escaped from the protection of his parents.

It is very unfortunate that this ignorant teenager encountered an enemy in his first battle that he should not have encountered. He now has only one choice left, rush in front of the enemy generals and defend his dignity with blood.

"Youzhou Tiger Ben!" Looking at the empty back, Major General Luo Cheng shouted with all his strength.

"Youzhou Tiger Ben - Youzhou Tiger Ben - Youzhou Tiger Ben -" In mid-air, there seemed to be countless heroic souls who died in battle.

"Invincible in the world!" Luo Cheng wiped a handful of tears, then pulled down his armor and urged his mount. The white dragon horse under his crotch let out a roar, empty and desolate.

It didn't speed up immediately after listening to its master, and grabbed the reins with a few people covered in blood who rushed over and Luo Cheng's own soldiers. "Young marshal, stay in the green mountains, don't be afraid of running out of firewood!" Someone was crying, and the voice sounded familiar.

Luo Cheng lowered his head and saw his good brother Liu Dexin through hazy teary eyes. Liu Dexin, known as Pan An's reincarnation, had a huge bloody cut on his face, his skin and flesh turned out, and his white miserable skull was exposed. I don't know how much it cost him to lead the only dozen or so brothers who survived the fruits to kill Luo Cheng in the chaotic army, and almost everyone on the left and right robes was injured, and blood was dripping down the edge of the battle armor.

"Sixth brother, you came just in time, let's step forward and break the formation together!" Luo Cheng smiled, pointed at the enemy and the enemy who had clearly distinguished the winner with a long lance, and ordered loudly.

"Young marshal!" Liu Defang shook his head and cried bitterly, "You must withdraw, only if you live, can you avenge the third brother and the brothers!" ”

He had always been strong, but now he was crying like a wronged child. Red tears mixed with blood and continued to flow down his cheeks.

"Coward!" Luo Cheng raised his leg and kicked Liu Dexin. "How did our Youzhou Army come up with such a coward as you!" He was furious, and his voice was full of grief and regret. "While I still recognize you, the sixth brother, raise my chest. We Youzhou men, there is no greedy for life and afraid of death! ”

"There is no seed since ancient times!" Liu Dexin's body shook, and then quickly stood firm. "It's easy to die, but it's hard to take revenge alive!" He spat out blood and staggered his weapon. "Little radish head, the sixth brother will die for you!"

Let's say, loosen the reins of Luo Cheng's horse and rush directly towards the war group. Beads of blood fell to the ground like petals in the direction of progress.

"Whoosh!" A cold arrow burst through the air and struck him in the chest. Liu Dexin, who rushed halfway, smiled and slowly fell.

"Beat the drums, break the formation!" Seeing that the time was almost up, Li Xu put away his bow and ordered loudly.

"Break the formation!" The messenger immediately raised the horn flag and passed the order for the general attack. In an instant, the passionate drum sounded, "Knock knock knock knock knock", resounding throughout the battlefield.

Hearing the sound of drums, the Boling army quickly approached the fiercest part of the battlefield. Zhang Jiang, Wang Xuba, Guo Fang, Zhou Daniu, all the generals rushed forward, and led their brothers to slowly surround the enemy, cooperate with each other, capture and kill them like prey.

"Sixth Brother-!" Luo Cheng opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. Then he sat up straight and resolutely turned his horse.

The sound of the drum behind him was like a slap in the face, and his face turned purple. And the wails of the robes before they were in danger were like steel knives, piercing his heart like blood.

However, he endured humiliation and grief to jump through one trap after another, and took advantage of the time that his henchmen and guards had exchanged their lives for to leave the battlefield and abandon his brothers.

He hoped that the enemy would stop him and put an end to this endless humiliation and torture. But the shouting and killing behind it is getting farther and farther away.

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