The standard cavalry attack formation is a multi-horizontal formation, with a fixed distance between each member of the same horizontal formation. In this way, it is better to prevent the enemy from firing a salvo of feathered arrows. When charging, the positions of the front and rear cavalry should also be staggered to avoid accidental injuries caused by the sudden decrease in speed due to contact with the enemy. The soldiers of the Xiongwu Battalion have not experienced strict military formation training, so they naturally cannot meet the standard of action. Under the loud direction of their officers, they had just barely narrowly distanced themselves from each other in their gallop, and were already within a hundred paces of the rebels.

Fortunately, the rebels were even poorly trained, and half of the scattered feathered arrows did not reach the cavalrymen's position. The other half of the arrows fell from the sky above the cavalry's heads, and most of them missed their targets. Only a few lucky feathered arrows completed their mission, but their strength was offset by the cuirass and helmet, causing casualties like babies tickling.

The cavalrymen howled loudly with excitement when they saw that the opponent's combat effectiveness was so poor. "Ahh Although there are only more than 3,000 people, the momentum seems to be a million people. The smoke and dust kicked up by the horses' hooves obscured the sky and the sun, obscuring the view of the rebels. The rebels on the opposite side were a little frightened, and their trembling hands unleashed a second wave of feathered arrows. Due to the proximity of the two sides, this round of arrow rain caused slightly more damage. But the cavalry could no longer control their speed, and they ignored the death of the robes around them, and desperately slammed the stirrups to squeeze the speed of their mounts to the limit.

Li Xu put away the horizontal knife, took the long lance from the hands of his own soldiers, raised his arms, lowered his elbows, flattened the lance, straightened it, and rushed to the center of the enemy formation with the speed of his war horse. At the same time, the cavalry rushing in the first row did the same as the main general, raising their arms, sinking their elbows, leveling their long lances, bowing their waists slightly, and aiming the tips of their spears at the enemy's chest.

They stopped shouting, held their breath, and heard no noise except the roar of horses' hooves and the sizzling of stray arrows. The silence of death was even more terrifying than the cry just now, the rebels were loosened, some could not stand the pressure of the battlefield and tried to escape, and the generals ruthlessly enforced military law. A few junior officers shouted and slashed the retreating ones with steel swords, forcing their brothers to come forward to meet them with the tips of their knives.

"Catch up, meet up, level the spear, level the spear!" A well-dressed rebel general shouted. At the same time, he took his own soldiers to demonstrate to the brothers behind him. The dense array of infantry was indeed a good way to deal with the cavalry onslaught, but he could teach the rebels behind him combat skills, but he could not improve their courage in a short time. Less than fifty followed, and the others tried to watch. This hesitation was fatal, and the forward of fifty men was instantly crushed by the iron cavalry, and the soldiers of the Xiongwu battalion did not pause in the slightest, and crashed into the enemy's main formation by inertia.

Li Xu felt a huge force coming from his arm, and he saw an enemy soldier with only cloth armor to protect himself being picked on the tip of the lance. The force of the impact caused the rod to bend abruptly into a bow, and the moment the tip of the lance lifted the enemy off the ground, the lance snapped straight again. The buffered force on the lance was unleashed, and the corpses of the enemy soldiers were ejected, sending a rain of blood in midair.

Xu Zi didn't have time to make a posture adjustment before his long lance came into contact with another target. The sharp tip of the lance pierced the enemy like slicing tofu, and the shaft bent and bounced off, sending another corpse into the air. With the help of this, his lance found a third man, stabbed him down, dragged him far away by the inertia of his horse, and then shook off, leaving his unfinished life to roll and struggle on the dirt.

The long horse lance against the infantry who had no armor and did not know how to form a formation to protect themselves instantly exerted its power to the extreme. Most of the cavalry around Xuzi used hard lances, and they did not have the cushioning and charging capabilities of the compound lance in the hands of the main general, but with the speed of the war horses, they still caused huge damage to the enemy. The traitor's front army collapsed like an avalanche, and someone's body was pierced by a hard lance, and the whole person struggled in front of the lance like a sugar gourd, wailing. The owner of the lance looked dazed and didn't know how to deal with the situation, so he gritted his teeth and used all his strength to flatten the lance and press it down until the tip of the lance stabbed the next target, and the power of the palm could no longer hold the lance.

In an instant, the fifth opponent fell in front of Li Xuma. It was a middle-aged man about forty years old, with a hunched back and a very similar look to his uncle Zhang Baosheng. Seeing Li Xu's war horse rushing towards him, he was so frightened that he dropped the wooden stick in his hand, turned around and fled. Panicked, but didn't know how to dodge to the side. The sharp tip of the lance stabbed him in from behind, stabbed out in the chest, and rushed forward with his body for a dozen steps, then threw him far into the crowd.

The horse lance is like an oolong that is not controlled by its owner, engulfing all the lives that stand in front of the horse. In an instant, Li Xu felt a little unbearable in his heart. But the shouts of killing on the battlefield soon woke him up, the enemy army was five times his own, and there was no room for weakness in the matter of life and death. With his arm raised, he leveled the lance again, allowing the cold light on the tip of the lance to take away a new life under the drive of the war horse.

The enemy's commander beat the drums of war, urging the left and right flanks to close to the center. The cavalry that came to charge was small, and the rebel commander was glad that he had discovered this. He continued to increase the number of men, increased the rewards, and even sent his own guards and generals forward.

"Surround them, surround them, they're slow, slow!" Half a year ago, he had only commanded more than 20 people at most, but now he had become the commander of 30,000 people, and the Shouyuan Wu of Liyang County shouted hoarsely. "Kill, kill, kill those who retreat!" The war drums in front of him were beaten like thunder by him. He saw the flow of people in front of him, and there were constantly cowards who were being carried out by their own soldiers, but the courage forced out by the steel knife could not last long, and when those boatmen and Minzhuang found that the cavalry in front of them were more ruthless in killing people than the overseers in the rear, they often retreated at a faster speed than the forward rush, pressing the formation of their own army to shrink and crack, and it was about to break to the feet of the main general.

"Yuan Sheng, Yuan Sheng!" Yuan Wuben heard that his voice had changed tone. Yuan Sheng is his nephew, young and brave. When he discussed with his family a few months ago whether to accept Yang Xuangan's wooing, Yuan Sheng was the first to jump out, saying that he wanted to establish a career in the troubled times.

The back of his nephew Yuan Sheng appeared in his sight as he wished, and with the Yuan family's family members and more than 20 officials from Liyang County, he rushed towards the enemy cavalry against the flow of people. There was an enemy cavalryman who was rushing too fast and was pumping his horse lance from the corpse, and Yuan Sheng cut off the lance with a knife. In the next moment, Yuan Sheng slashed the opponent's horse with another knife, and led the family members to rush to the other enemy horse from the side.

"Kill, kill, kill!" Yuan Wuben shouted, and the drum hammer in his hand was beaten again. Aren't those cavalry fighting very good? The speed of the forward rush is significantly slower than just now! After all, there are many people on their side, after all, justice is in their own hands!

The cavalry of the Xiongwu battalion was blocked by the corpses of the rebels. Having rushed to the center of the enemy line, the rebels' banners were close at hand. But there are more and more rebels around, and some people are fleeing, but they happen to stop in front of the horses. Some people came in reverse, pushing and shoving, and plugging all the gaps in the crowd like a market. The horse lance was no longer available, and the speed of the war horse had almost become stationary. The cavalrymen drew their swords from behind their backs and slashed them in all directions. The war horse, whose eyes were red from human blood, also neighed wildly, raised its front hooves high, and kicked directly at the neck of the person who stood in the way. The person who was kicked let out a terrible scream and fell on the back of his companion. His companions were unaware, and they scurried around like flies.

Someone rushed towards Xuzi with an axe, and was kicked to the ground by Li Mengwei with a war horse. Before the man could get up, the hind legs of the war horse stepped on his waist again. The man spread his limbs like a crab in a steamer, twitched, and completely lost his mobility. Li Mengwei led the horse to move a few more steps forward, swinging his sword horizontally, cutting off a few arms. The owner of the arm dropped his weapon, covered the wound with his other hand, and let out a heart-rending cry from his mouth. Li Mengwei didn't know how to be merciful, and once again raised his horizontal knife at the injured person. He slashed over one and the other, and the third man who stood in his way turned and fled, knocking his own brother to and fro.

"Kill!" Cui Qian, a native of Boling, urged his horse and crashed into it along the gap cut by Li Mengwei, and the horse's hooves knocked over three or four enemy soldiers, and the man also advanced more than ten feet. There was suddenly no one of his own around him, and the situation was in a big situation. A few rebels who saw the cheap hit them with wooden sticks and were separated one by one by Cui Qian with the back of a knife. Just as he was about to fight back, a sharpened wooden stake stabbed into the horse's hips, and the aching beast neighed and raised his front hooves, throwing Cui Qian off the horse's back. The startled horse rushed forward desperately, trampling over six or seven enemy soldiers, and finally being stabbed to death from the side. The scrambled rebels tried to attack Cui Qian after dealing with the war horse, but they were swept out of the circle by a long black knife.

"Leave it all right and right, go straight ahead!" Li Xu killed the enemy troops gathered around Cui Qian, turned around, and gave a loud order on horseback. The training time of the Xiongwu camp was too short, and many of the brothers had no courage in their hearts, but they did not know how to grasp the opportunities on the battlefield. If these were the Grain Guards who had been trained for more than a year, they would abandon the enemy forces coming from the left and right and go straight to the rebels. But the brethren of the Xiongwu Battalion spent too much energy on slashing and slashing, wasting the speed advantage that their mounts bringed.

The space around it was no longer enough for the lance to exert its power, so Asahiko switched back to her usual black scimitar. The black sword light rolled over the human head, splashing out one waterfall of blood after another. "Come with me, don't fight!" He shouted loudly and set an example for everyone with his actions. "The general has an order, don't fall in love with the war, keep up, keep up!" The pro-soldiers shouted in unison, putting the order to the maximum.

Cui Qian found another war horse and followed the main general. Li Mengwei rushed forward with a shout and cut down the enemy troops on the other side of Xuzi's warhorse. The three of them moved forward together, constantly widening the gap in front of them. The cavalry who fell into the melee slowly found the backbone again, gathered the formation, and continued to cut into the core of the enemy formation with Li Xu as the blade. There were still rebels coming in all directions, and they were slashed to the ground by the cavalry with horizontal knives.

A group of enemy soldiers armed with horizontal knives killed against the flow of people, and they were extremely fierce. The men were all wearing armor and were much better armed than the others. They attacked not only the Sui army, but also their own brothers. Anyone who runs across from them will be stabbed in the head.

The leader of this group was about the same age as Li Xu, he was very white, his face was covered with so many blood scabs, but his shouts still carried the air of Sven. "Relieve the people from hanging upside down!" He rushed forward a few steps and stopped Li Xu's horse head with the light of his sword. "Do the right thing for heaven!" He declared solemnly, and the sword swept towards the neck of the black wind.

Li Xu used the black knife to block the fatal blow of the incoming man to the war horse, and in the next moment, he and the enemy general fought in one place. The accomplices who came tried to help, but were blocked out of the circle by Li Mengwei, Cui Qian, and Xuzi's personal soldiers. While everyone was fighting each other, the other rebels fled more than a dozen paces away.

Li Xu swung his knife to wipe out the opponent's neck, and the enemy general quickly retreated, letting go of the blade. Then he stepped forward and used the blade to find Xuzi's arm. Xuzi replied with a backhand, and the blades of the two of them touched one place solidly. "Dangchang!" Because the enemy's horizontal knife was too thin, it was cut into two pieces by Asahiko's black scimitar. One flew into the air, and the other was held in the hands of its owner, staring at it with incredulous eyes.

"Poof!" Li Xu's scimitar directly cut the neck of the enemy general. Then, when he heard the sound of the war drums around him suddenly stop, he looked up, and saw that more than a hundred paces away, the enemy commander who had been beating the drums threw away the drum hammer, drew his decorative sword from his waist, and rushed towards him with a shout.

"Sheng'er!" Yuan Wuben cried bitterly. His nephew died, at the hands of the devil who wielded a black sword, rode a black horse, and was armoured all black. He couldn't accept this result, Sheng'er was only seventeen years old, and it was the hope of the next generation of the Yuan family. He wanted revenge and killed the black-armored general with his own hands, shattered his body into thousands of pieces, and filed his bones to ashes.

"Sir!" Several family members rushed forward and hugged Yuan Wuben's waist with all their might. "Master, let's withdraw, while the team hasn't collapsed yet!" The faithful steward cried out for counsel. It is impossible to win this battle, the enemy army is too ruthless, and the people forcibly recruited by their own master and the boatmen who beg for a living on the Yongji Canal are no opponents at all. After the sudden blow just now, everyone didn't have time to escape, so they could barely stop the enemy's attack. Now that the nephew and young master are dead in battle, there are no more generals in the army, who dares to step forward and brush the tiger whiskers of the enemy generals.

"Withdraw? You say go back to the city? Yuan Wuben asked angrily. With 30,000 strikes and thousands, this must-win battle was lost, how could he have the face to return to Liyang. But the answer he heard was a sound of affirmation, "Yes, back to the city." Liyang City is high and deep, let's stick to it! The housekeepers and nurses nodded their heads one after another, agreeing with the wise decision of the master.

"Lord Chuanben will order, the rear team will ......" Yuan Wuben slowly regained his senses and shouted loudly. He wanted to shout calmly, "The rear team becomes the front army, and fight and retreat!" Before the order was finished, I heard a fierce shout from behind.

"Kill, don't go to Yuanwuben!" Yu Wenshi and more than 2,000 brothers led the Chinese army from behind. He finally completed his tactical detour and arrived behind the rebels in time. In order to create even greater confusion for the enemy, he left more than 500 horses in the distance, driven by more than 20 brethren, galloping back and forth.

"He calls me Brother Shiji!" Yu Wenshi's heart was warmed by friendship, and he was so warm that he was comfortable. Calling people by their names without calling them is a very impolite behavior in the eyes of the children of the family. In order to express their protests, the addressed person often does not hesitate to disassociate himself with the rude person. But Yu Wen Shi Ji felt that Xu Zi called himself "Shi Ji Brother", which was more comfortable than him politely exhaling "Renren" or Yu Wen Jian Jun.

Yu Wenshi knew that he had melted into this pile of ruffians, like milk in water. Although these people come from humble backgrounds, they are short-sighted, and have countless bad problems. But in this group of ruffians, he felt like a dragon in the water, free, comfortable, and able to launch a wave at any time.

He completely crushed the resistance of the rebels with the waves of blood that his horse's hooves stepped on. Yang Xuangan was in a hurry, and the main force of soldiers and horses was originally made up of boatmen and people. At this moment, although the team has swelled to 300,000, the people who came to assist and the thieves who fish in troubled waters account for the majority of the team. In order to take Luoyang as soon as possible, Yang Xuangan followed Wei Fusi's advice and transferred all the capable fighters to the south of the Yellow River, so at this time, those who stayed in Liyang to guard the nest of the rebels were the weakest in the rebels.

The confidence of these people had already been cut by more than half of Li Xu's leadership, and they were rushed from behind by Yu Wenshi and his leaders, and they immediately lost the courage to continue fighting. The smoke behind them made them not know how many officers and soldiers came, so most of them dropped their swords and spears in despair and squatted on the ground with their heads in their hands. The few who were a little more daring spread their legs and fled in all directions. They didn't expect to be able to escape their horses, they only wanted to run faster than their companions, and faster. As for whether they could find food in the wilderness that they had ravaged, and what fate awaited them, they did not care.

Jia Ding brought a war horse to Yuan Wuben and asked him to get on the horse and escape. Yuan Wuben stepped his boots into the stirrup, and with great force, his feet slipped out. He stretched his feet again, and pressed harder again, but his thighs trembled, and he couldn't exert half of his strength.

The faithful butler leaned down and put the book on the horse's back with his shoulder. Yuan Wuben glanced at the butler gratefully, and just as he was about to raise the whip, the war horse under his crotch suddenly let out a mournful roar and fell to the ground softly. As he crawled up from the ground in embarrassment, the family members around him were shot down one by one by feather arrows.

"The general trend is gone!" With a final wail in his heart, Motomu drew his sword and tried to kill himself. As soon as the arm was raised, he heard a "ding" sound in his ears, and then a huge force hit the hilt of the sword, and the three-foot Qingfeng flew into the blue sky.

"Lord Yuan, you lost!" Li Xu raised his hand and buckled the other feather arrow on the bow arm.

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