The sudden appearance of light cavalry on the battlefield slowed the advance of the rebels. ♀

There are two common ways for infantry to deal with cavalry attacks, one is to kill from a distance with a bow and crossbow, and the other is to form a dense gun formation to hold on. And the rebels obviously did not have the conditions to achieve either way. They did not have enough strong bows and spears in their hands, and they did not dare to stop their steps.

From the moment they made formal contact with the officers and men, they have been chasing each other and fighting, relying entirely on the speed of advance to grasp the initiative on the battlefield. And once the pursuit is stopped, the routs who have played a more destructive role on the battlefield than the rebels themselves can breathe a sigh of relief, and then they will slowly regain their senses under the reprimand of officers at all levels. When the defeated soldiers completely recover from their panic, the advantage that the rebels have gained by relying on the sacrifices of more than 20,000 brothers will no longer exist!

Without stopping, it was impossible to withstand the cavalry onslaught. If you stop, you will lose the initiative in the battle. Just when the generals of the rebel army at all levels were still hesitating, the cavalry roared. Without swinging their swords, the brethren of the Xiongwu Battalion tore several gaps in the center of the rebel ranks, relying only on the impact of their horses. After a few breaths, more horses stepped in through the gap, trampled over the rebels in front of them, trampled on the scarlet banner, and tore the blood-spurting gap deeper and deeper, wider and wider, like a bottomless ravine, straight towards the tail of the formation.

"God don't bless me!" Li Zixiong, the former right Wuhou general, let out a wail from the bottom of his heart. The moment the two armies came into contact, the first thing that came to his mind was not a strategy to break the enemy, but helplessness about fate. Speaking from the heart, Li Zixiong looked down on Yu Wenshu's command talent. In his eyes, General Yuwen in his youth and Yuwen Shu in his youth are not the same person at all. This person is young (he is famous when he is young, and when he is old, he is mediocre, greedy for life and afraid of death, and has no achievements except for suppressing colleagues and deceiving superiors and subordinates. Therefore, Li Zixiong dared to take the risk of attacking the strong with the weak, leaving a part of the people to attract the main force of the enemy, while the main force of his own side went straight to the weakest right flank of the official army.

"Block the strong with the weak, attack the weak with the strong, drive the attacker, follow the shadow, and those who block will be defeated!" The key to the trick of inverting the bead curtain lies in the grasp and attack speed of the fighter. ♀ As long as one's weak link holds out on the battlefield longer than the enemy's, the victory is almost half in hand. The way to reap the fruits of the other half of victory is to stick to the defeated soldiers, drive them away, and let them exert more destructive power than their own brothers.

By the time the cavalry appeared, Li Zixiong had fully fulfilled the above points. He almost saw that he had completely washed away the shame imposed on him by His Majesty the Emperor, and that he had achieved fame and fame in one battle. But the damned cavalry appeared, still light cavalry known for their speed. The two-legged man and the four-legged war horse are faster than the sprint, and the fool knows which side will win.

Under the high-speed onslaught of the cavalry, the rebels suffered heavy casualties. Those people who only had cloth armor to protect themselves didn't know how to resist in front of the galloping war horses. They watched in amazement as the cavalry rushed towards them, screaming in horror, but unable to move away for their lives. In an instant, all the places where the cavalry passed turned into hell. Death suddenly became an extremely luxurious thing for the rebel soldiers, and what was even more terrible than death was being half-dead. Countless people clutched their hands in the intestines of the horses' hooves, crying, pleading, rolling and struggling in the blood-colored mire.

"Stop, stop, form, form!" Li Zixiong saw that his eyes were blank, and he had to order the brothers to form a formation to protect themselves. Keep rushing forward, and they may maintain their advantage for a few more moments. But after a short victory, the team will be completely ineffective. Hearing the sound of horns coming from the direction of the Chinese army, the running rebels suddenly stopped their steps. But their opponents refused to stop, and drove the mountain-like horses straight at the people.

In a hurry, how could a people who had not undergone rigorous training form a solid defensive formation? More people have become dead spirits under horses, and those who have not been trampled by the horse's hooves are overwhelmed, unable to hear the eager horn of the Chinese army, and forgetting that they still have weapons in their hands. Li Zixiong suddenly realized that he was wrong again, and he was so wrong. If the order of "stop the pursuit and form a formation to protect itself" is not issued, after the team under his command is rushed out of a river of blood by the cavalry of the official army, it may catch up with the rout, break into the enemy's Chinese army, and fight with the old thief Yuwenshu to break the net. And everyone just stopped, but after stopping, they still didn't have enough time and enough reaction ability to form a formation to resist the impact of the war horse. ♀

The frontmost rows of soldiers were knocked over by the war horses and trampled into meat sauce by the horses' hooves. Then, the same fate befell the soldier in the center of the queue. People watched death almost without their eyes, unable to organize resistance, and did not dare to flee. In the fourth, fifth, and sixth rows, waves of blood rolled upside down along the blades of the cavalry, spreading fear along the sound of horses' hooves.

The rebels in the seventh row fell under the front hooves of Black Wind, and Li Xu slashed off the head of the eighth opponent with a black knife. The ninth opponent he met was a thin teenager with big eyes and a face full of fear. Seeing the war horse rushing towards him, the young man refused to flee for his life, but stubbornly raised the stake in his hand.

"Poof!" A spear that flew from him pinned Li Xu to the ground before the young man threatened his safety. Xuzi felt unbearable for a while, but he still urged the war horse and stepped on the young man's corpse. The chance of victory or defeat was in a split second, and he was not in a position to pity others. This time, he fought for himself, and he won, no one can tarnish his reputation with power and rumors, and if he loses, he will have nothing like the dead teenager.

Since he left his parents, the war has accompanied him. Fight again and again, for friendship, for gratitude, for responsibility, for love, for the dream of His Majesty the Emperor of the Great Sui.

Only this time, Asahiko's battle was entirely for himself.

For the sake of his own strengthening, he will no longer be bullied.

He is a man who has risen from the bottom, but does not consider his life and dignity as humble as a weed. Maybe it once crawled in the process of growing up, maybe it was blown by the storm on the waist and red on the face, but finally one day, it will stand straight in the sun.

Under the same sunshine, no one can make him think that he is inferior to others. Poverty can't do it, force can't do it, and power can't do it. ♀

Swing the knife, forward, forward, swing the knife, slash through the blocker, and slash out a blood-colored passage. No matter how difficult the road ahead is, the knife is already in Xuzi's own hands.

Five rebel warriors formed a small spear formation under the organization of a rebel veteran in leather armor. The courage and composure they showed was very admirable, but the angle at which the spears were raised was clearly too high. For a cavalry that rushes quickly, a stabbing horse is certainly more effective than a stabbing man. Li Mengwei and Murong Luo rushed forward before Li Xu, and with a slight flick of the horse lance in their hands, they picked up the two wooden spears that were facing them, and then the tip of the lance pierced into the body of the spear bearer like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter.

The speed of the horse and the strength of the man's arm combined, pushing the wounded man on the other end of the lance back quickly. Min Zhuang, who had been impaled through his body by the lance, let out a terrible scream and slammed into his companion's shoulder, knocking him over, and then drawing several feet of blood farther away.

The people who were knocked over to the ground also lost their chance to survive, and the war horse stepped directly on them and trampled through their lower abdomen. The spear array shattered, and the red-eyed veteran brandished his spear, wanting to fight with Murong Luo to break the net, Li Xu ran by his side, and the black knife swept and cut out a bloody light.

"Woo-woo-woo-woo!" The sound of the trumpet echoed in the heavens and the earth, like weeping and complaining. More rebel soldiers rushed to their horses, trying to stop the advance of the Warriors with their lives. But their equipment and training are so poor that the infantry alone is no match for the cavalry in any case. A rebel general on an inferior horse rushed horizontally, and with only one face, he was cut off by Asahiko. Two people who temporarily acted as personal soldiers wanted to snatch this person's body, and when they got close to the inferior horse, they were killed by Wang Qijin's knife.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, don't kill those who descend!" Wang Qijin frantically brandished his horizontal knife and took it upon himself to announce pardon to the rebels. But the other party refused to accept his affection, and three wooden sticks stabbed one after another from the side front. Wang Qijin leaned over and struck one of them with a horizontal knife, but the other two stabbed steadily into the chest of the war horse.

The wounded war horse neighed continuously, and the man stood up and threw Wang Qijin down. Immediately after, the frantic horses rushed into the midst of the rebels, trampling down those who stood in their way. Bamboo sticks and wooden stakes gathered thorns in all directions, and stabbed the belly of the broken war horse. The brute fell with a scream, crushing a rebel soldier who couldn't dodge it to the point of vomiting blood on the spot.

Wang Qijin got up from the ground and limped up to fight the enemy. After only a few steps, his body was suddenly lifted from behind and placed horizontally on the saddle. "Get out of the way, don't look for death!" The person who saved his life scolded loudly, Wang Qijin looked up and saw the familiar yellow face of his companion, Wu Yan, who had just made up for the lack of lieutenant.

The red-eyed cavalrymen rushed past Wang Qijin and Wu Yan, ignoring the jagged spears and bamboo sticks in front of them. Someone was lucky enough to separate the spear with his weapon, stabbed his opponent to death, and continued the previous charge. Someone unfortunately hit the tip of the spear and died instantly. The saddled horses could not hold back their tracks and continued to charge forward until they finally died or met a warrior who could hold their reins.

"I'm going to grab a horse!" Wu Yan took a cold breath, gave up his mount to Wang Qijin, and jumped into the smoke and dust himself. The next moment, he appeared not far away riding an ownerless beast. "Brother Qijin, keep rushing, don't stop!" He shouted back, then accelerated diagonally and joined the rushing team.

"Don't stop until you fall!" Wang Qijin raised his knife again and gathered with his brother. Thousands of horsemen converged into a torrent that overturned and drowned all obstacles that stood in their way.

"Formation, formation!" The enemy shouted in his ears and was hoarse. Li Xu ignored those who were left behind, and desperately beat the black wind, squeezing the speed of the war horse to the limit. Directly ahead, a dozen rebel spearmen could gather together before he trampled over one of them with his horses' hooves. He swung his knife and slashed the other. twisted his body and wanted to continue chopping, but there was no opponent in front of him. The stunned spearmen were left behind by the Black Wind and tossed at their companions who rushed up one after another.

Suddenly there was a cheer behind him, loud as thunder. Xuzi turned back abruptly and saw the brothers' war horses coming out of the rebels one after another. He turned his head to face the front, finally understanding the reason for the brethren's cheering. It was just a moment's effort, and the rebels' array had been penetrated by everyone, and there was no enemy in front of them. On the ground under his feet, there were long lances, horizontal swords, shields, and battle flags discarded by the soldiers of the right martial marquis and the right imperial guard.

"Come on, hold me up the battle flag!" Li Xuma circled around for a ***, waved his knife and pointed to his side, and ordered loudly. It was a general flag with a flagpole cut off, I don't know if it came from the right Wuhou or the right imperial guard. "The military flag of the Great Sui should not fall like this!" He circled and added. While adjusting his breathing, he waited for the brothers who had rushed out of the enemy line to gather around him.

The personal soldiers, led by Lei Dong, picked up the broken flags and tied them to an infantry lance. Hulala, the dust-stained flag is once again waving in the wind. More than 4,000 soldiers of the Xiongwu Battalion, covered in blood, passed through the enemy formation and stood in a formation around the flag. All that remained in the enemy was a corpse and the fear of spreading like a plague.

They succeeded, successfully intercepting the rebels and killing the enemy at very little cost.

They succeeded, and they succeeded in telling the rebellious old generals of the Great Sui Dynasty that this new force could not be ignored.

More flags were picked up by the brethren, dusted off, erected, and flaunted behind the rebels. "It's a pity that our family's Daxu stayed with Yuwen Prison Army!" Zhang Xiu complained in a low voice, and then held the corner flag that charged with the general high in his hand and waved it vigorously at the soldiers.

"Xiongwu Battalion, Xiongwu Battalion!"

"Xiongwu Battalion, Xiongwu Battalion!" More than 4,000 soldiers shouted excitedly, and for a while, everyone forgot about the pain and fatigue on their bodies. The Xiongwu Battalion is a team that can create miracles, starting from Liaodong, everyone has been creating one miracle after another. Whoever wants to use the power in their hands to erase these miracles will not be able to do so. Even if the court is blinded and the historians forget that this bloody battlefield, those fearful rebels, will always remember their existence.

"Brothers, let's kill the enemy and put up the flag!" In the proud cheers of everyone, Li Xu once again waved the black knife in his hand.

"Kill them and raise our banner!"

In an instant, more than 4,000 cavalrymen formed a sharp blade again. Invincible and unstoppable.