Luo Cheng, who was well-read in military books, recognized the battle formation conjured up by the enemy army. It is a very classic array of foot soldiers in the book of war, officially known as "Inverted Goose Walking", and veterans who have been in the battlefield prefer to call it "Deadly Ghost Scissors". Once the two horizontal and vertical queues form a scissor-like angle, it is impossible for the opponent to break through the triangle gap unless the opponent fills the triangular gap with a corpse.

During the ordinary exercises, the Youzhou army can also put up this formation, and it is far more neat than the Boling people. But when they arrived at the real battlefield, they rushed into the middle of the "deadly ghost scissors" in groups as if they didn't know the damn formation, and then they were stabbed by the enemy with long lances in waves, turning into cold and stiff corpses.

The blood mist dispersed, and the wind above the battlefield gradually took on its color. Through the pale pink wind, Luo Cheng saw one of his brigade leaders rushing into the "scissors mouth" with more than 100 brothers. The brave brigade commander used his lance to pick off the enemy's fatal blow, and before he could fight back, a cold wind struck diagonally, blowing through the leather armor and shirt, from the ribs to the lower abdomen. The hapless brigade lowered his head in surprise, just in time to see a dark red spear. "Poof!" The lance was quickly pulled out, and the blood suddenly dyed the lance back red. "Ahh

At the same moment, dozens of Youzhou soldiers fell to the ground alternately. A few who survived died instantly, but most of the wounded still had the luxury of trying to plug the wounds on their bodies with their fingers in vain. The blood from the wound was covered more and more, and it flowed faster and faster, breaking through the fingers and dripping all over the palms, and the stream darkened the entire hillside.

"Change formation, change formation. Stand back and change formations! Luo Cheng was heartbroken and shouted hoarsely. The herald next to him raised his horn and tried his best to convey the commander's orders clearly. "Woo-woo-woo-woo-" The sound of the horn was sent to every corner of the battlefield through the shouting of killing, but the right wing of the Youzhou Army, which was fighting to the death with the enemy, did not hear it at all.

The sound of the horns was too far from the front of the battle, and the drums of the Boling army were beating too quickly. "Knock, knock, knock, knock!" Accompanied by a cold, sharp drum beat, the Boling soldiers kept coming out of the lance, pulling out the lance, pulling the lance, pulling out the lance, each of which made the thickness of the Youzhou army sandwiched between the two teams thinner. It's just a matter of a few breaths, and the hundreds of Youzhou soldiers closest to them are only a few dozen left. And the few lucky ones who could still stand no longer dared to rush forward, standing alone in the middle of a large pile of robed corpses, their eyes blank and helpless.

"Shieldman, take twenty steps forward, phalanx. Hold against the back of the long lance hand. Archers, shieldbearers are prepared behind them. If you dare to retreat, shoot! Fan Zhongmou, the general of Youzhou who commanded the right flank, pulled out his horizontal knife and yelled. He'd never fought such a battle, never. Obviously, if you take another forty steps forward, you can stagger with the enemy, and after you stagger it, you can stand at the same height as the enemy and regain the terrain advantage. Obviously, victory is just around the corner, the number of soldiers in Youzhou is more than that of the other party, and the military appearance is more neat than the other side...

More than 500 Youzhou soldiers holding giant shields stepped forward on the blood stains of their robes and pushed forward with the scissors in front of them.

They blocked the retreat of the lancers.

"Ahh The lancers who were blocked from retreating let out desperate screams, as if protesting against the cruelty of the commander, and as if demonstrating against the enemy. They howled and rushed into the middle of the red steel jungle, one after the other, like moths throwing themselves into the fire.

The flame of life was extinguished in a flash. The "ghost scissors" that took the lives of countless Youzhou soldiers slowly pushed down the hillside, not in a hurry.

The Youzhou soldiers holding the giant shield could see the blade getting closer and closer, silver and silver, and there were blood beads hanging on the tip. They could not retreat, and if they retreated under the threat of the enemy, they would expose the unprotected archers to the opponent's lance, and the entire right wing could collapse in an instant.

Who can't afford this responsibility.

The cold light that was slowly approaching was like the devil's teeth, and people did not dare to look at it directly. Several Youzhou soldiers in front of them quietly moved their heels back, trying to distance themselves from death. As if with a heart in mind, the entire shield array moved backwards as a whole, first a little, then an inch, and as the enemy army got closer and closer, the backward movement gradually turned into a big stride back.

"Stop, stop, the young marshal is watching us!" Fan Zhongmou wiped his sweat, and his voice was already crying. The strategy he had just come up with was to use the shield hand to push the front of the Dead Goose Formation, and then send the archers to shoot upward. However, the distance between the enemy and his own people was only ten paces, and it was difficult for the feathered arrows fired from the back to hit the target. If you switch to flat shooting, you may be the first to be shot by your own brother who is in front of the archer.

Fan Zhongmou didn't know what to do to be correct, and the formations he had learned quickly rolled through his mind one after another, but none of them worked. His hand holding the knife began to tremble, tremble, and then, the trembling stopped, and his whole body hardened in an instant, filled with a bitter cold.

"Woo-woo-woo-woo!" The horn for help suddenly sounded from behind, causing Fan Zhongmouxian's body to stiffen at first, and then almost collapse.

Lu Fang stepped forward and led people to fill the left side of the shield player. Fu Jie led people to block the right side, everyone, and the shield hand formed a horizontal team! Alerted by the trumpet, he yelled for fear that his orders would not be heard by his subordinates.

Stupid, stabilize the position with the horizontal team on the spot, and wait for the left wing to kill and converge! After passing the general's order, Luo Cheng angrily threw the horn back to the soldiers around him, his eyes blood-red.

From the moment the enemy began to change formations to the moment he delivered the order to Fan Zhongmou's ears, less than half a pillar of incense time had passed. But in this short period of half a pillar of incense, more than 400 lives were buried by Governor Fan Zhong. "I really shouldn't let him be alone!" Luo Cheng thought hatefully. "But before meeting a real opponent, who can find out that Captain Fan is a mediocre talent on paper?!"

The right flank of the Youzhou Army, which had become the simplest horizontal formation, still could not block the opponent's attack and was forced to retreat. Regardless of the general's adaptability and the level of training of the soldiers, they cannot be compared with their opponents. Those Boling people, under the leadership of the veterans of a hundred battles, roared wave after wave, and the offensive was like a tide. And the Youzhou brothers who insisted on the formation were like a dam of sand, and the cracks were cracked in three strokes and two blows.

The panicked Youzhou archer let go of the bowstring and shot the feathered arrows into the air like locusts. Some of them hit the enemy, while others landed on their own heads, inflicting huge casualties on both sides of the enemy. The lancers, who had no shields to hide, had to dodge, and as soon as their bodies moved, the enemy burst in. Several Boling armor warriors rushed into the Youzhou archers with knives in one hand and shields in the other, like wolves entering a flock of sheep.

Governor Fan Zhongmou personally killed the front line, he was strong in martial arts, and there was almost no enemy under his command. But individual bravery could not contain the decline of the entire team. Soon, his position became a point of attack, and more and more Boling armor soldiers leaned over and attacked him from the front, left, and right.

The loyal soldiers rushed forward and used their bodies to block the lance that was stabbing at Fan Zhongmou's waist. Captain Fan, who was red-eyed, swung his knife sharply, slashing the lance that pierced into Paoze's body in two. "Yikes!" He roared, swinging his sword at his nearest enemy. The Boling soldier refused to fight him, threw the broken lance at Fan Zhongmou's feet, and then quickly retreated into the protection of his companions.

Six or seven long lances stabbed over, forcing Fan Zhongmou to dodge left and right. "Someone!" He commanded loudly, "Come on, follow me, kill them all!" There was no response. The enemy's eyes were full of smiles, as if to mock him for not being able to use soldiers, and for being brave and resourceful. The icy lance stabbed again, and the light on the tip of the lance was desperately cold.

"It's over!" Fan Zhongmou laughed miserably. He is a Youzhou boy who knows how to wash away his shame. A lance pierced his shin, failing to penetrate wrought iron and thick cowhide. He staggered, his body lunging forward, and the sword swept across.

"Ding, ding, ding" a few lances fell in response. Fan Zhongmou's body also lost its balance and fell heavily on the hillside. Lying in a pool of blood, he closed his eyes, waiting for the blow of relief. After a few breaths, he didn't feel any pain, but he was faintly disgusted by the bloody gas around him.

The Boling Army is retreating! Fan Zhongmou, who was surprised, widened his eyes. I saw Liu Dexin, who was originally in command of the left-wing foot soldiers, jump over his body, and led more than 100 brothers to push the enemy's formation out of a pit. Immediately after, another group of brothers lifted his shoulders.

"Kill, let me kill!" Captain Fan shouted frantically, his face full of tears. "Kill, let me kill and avenge the brothers!" His cries grew low, and gradually turned into howls.

"The young marshal asked us to stand here! Gather your men and hold back the enemy! And the turnaround! Liu Dexin, the commander of the left army, shouted loudly while leading the dead soldiers to disengage from the enemy.

"Turnaround? Where is it? Fan Zhongmou, whose face was red and white with blood and tears, asked in surprise.

"Don't talk nonsense, grab your knife!" Liu Dexin stuffed a knife into Fan Zhongmou's hand and straightened his body.

"And the turnaround!" Fan Zhongmou, who grabbed the life-saving straw, strode towards his own soldiers. Those people were all scattered by the enemy army before, and now Liu Dexin helped to gather them again. "There's still a turnaround, let's hold on and crucify the enemy here!" He laughed, tears streaming down his face.

He knew where the turning point was. Just when he was desperate with the enemy just now, the young marshal Luo Cheng had already pulled the cavalry to the periphery of the battlefield. The Boling army killed people too freely, and the overall position had moved from the center of the gentle slope to the edge of the gentle slope. As long as the Youzhou army, which has its left and right wings together, can entangle the enemy and not give the opponent a chance to break through completely. In half a pillar of incense, the cavalry led by the young marshal will be able to detour back to the enemy's flank.

At that time, 1,500 cavalry rolled down the hillside like an avalanche, and they could definitely tear the Boling in front of them to pieces.

Alcoholic's note: There have been some things to deal with in the past two days. Updates are slowed down. Start working on it next Monday. This article is reprinted from telecommunication address, non-telecommunication address, Luo Cheng, who has read military books, recognizes the battle formation conjured up by the enemy. It is a very classic array of foot soldiers in the book of war, officially known as "Inverted Goose Walking", and veterans who have been in the battlefield prefer to call it "Deadly Ghost Scissors". Once the two horizontal and vertical queues form a scissor-like angle, it is impossible for the opponent to break through the triangle gap unless the opponent fills the triangular gap with a corpse.

During the ordinary exercises, the Youzhou army can also put up this formation, and it is far more neat than the Boling people. But when they arrived at the real battlefield, they rushed into the middle of the "deadly ghost scissors" in groups as if they didn't know the damn formation, and then they were stabbed by the enemy with long lances in waves, turning into cold and stiff corpses.

The blood mist dispersed, and the wind above the battlefield gradually took on its color. Through the pale pink wind, Luo Cheng saw one of his brigade leaders rushing into the "scissors mouth" with more than 100 brothers. The brave brigade commander used his lance to pick off the enemy's fatal blow, and before he could fight back, a cold wind struck diagonally, blowing through the leather armor and shirt, from the ribs to the lower abdomen. The hapless brigade lowered his head in surprise, just in time to see a dark red spear. "Poof!" The lance was quickly pulled out, and the blood suddenly dyed the lance back red. "Ahh

At the same moment, dozens of Youzhou soldiers fell to the ground alternately. A few who survived died instantly, but most of the wounded still had the luxury of trying to plug the wounds on their bodies with their fingers in vain. The blood from the wound was covered more and more, and it flowed faster and faster, breaking through the fingers and dripping all over the palms, and the stream darkened the entire hillside.

"Change formation, change formation. Stand back and change formations! Luo Cheng was heartbroken and shouted hoarsely. The herald next to him raised his horn and tried his best to convey the commander's orders clearly. "Woo-woo-woo-woo-" The sound of the horn was sent to every corner of the battlefield through the shouting of killing, but the right wing of the Youzhou Army, which was fighting to the death with the enemy, did not hear it at all.

The sound of the horns was too far from the front of the battle, and the drums of the Boling army were beating too quickly. "Knock, knock, knock, knock!" Accompanied by a cold, sharp drum beat, the Boling soldiers kept coming out of the lance, pulling out the lance, pulling the lance, pulling out the lance, each of which made the thickness of the Youzhou army sandwiched between the two teams thinner. It's just a matter of a few breaths, and the hundreds of Youzhou soldiers closest to them are only a few dozen left. And the few lucky ones who could still stand no longer dared to rush forward, standing alone in the middle of a large pile of robed corpses, their eyes blank and helpless.

"Shieldman, take twenty steps forward, phalanx. Hold against the back of the long lance hand. Archers, shieldbearers are prepared behind them. If you dare to retreat, shoot! Fan Zhongmou, the general of Youzhou who commanded the right flank, pulled out his horizontal knife and yelled. He'd never fought such a battle, never. Obviously, if you take another forty steps forward, you can stagger with the enemy, and after you stagger it, you can stand at the same height as the enemy and regain the terrain advantage. Obviously, victory is just around the corner, the number of soldiers in Youzhou is more than that of the other party, and the military appearance is more neat than the other side...

More than 500 Youzhou soldiers holding giant shields stepped forward on the blood stains of their robes and pushed forward with the scissors in front of them.

They blocked the retreat of the lancers.

"Ahh The lancers who were blocked from retreating let out desperate screams, as if protesting against the cruelty of the commander, and as if demonstrating against the enemy. They howled and rushed into the middle of the red steel jungle, one after the other, like moths throwing themselves into the fire.

The flame of life was extinguished in a flash. The "ghost scissors" that took the lives of countless Youzhou soldiers slowly pushed down the hillside, not in a hurry.

The Youzhou soldiers holding the giant shield could see the blade getting closer and closer, silver and silver, and there were blood beads hanging on the tip. They could not retreat, and if they retreated under the threat of the enemy, they would expose the unprotected archers to the opponent's lance, and the entire right wing could collapse in an instant.

Who can't afford this responsibility.

The cold light that was slowly approaching was like the devil's teeth, and people did not dare to look at it directly. Several Youzhou soldiers in front of them quietly moved their heels back, trying to distance themselves from death. As if with a heart in mind, the entire shield array moved backwards as a whole, first a little, then an inch, and as the enemy army got closer and closer, the backward movement gradually turned into a big stride back.

"Stop, stop, the young marshal is watching us!" Fan Zhongmou wiped his sweat, and his voice was already crying. The strategy he had just come up with was to use the shield hand to push the front of the Dead Goose Formation, and then send the archers to shoot upward. However, the distance between the enemy and his own people was only ten paces, and it was difficult for the feathered arrows fired from the back to hit the target. If you switch to flat shooting, you may be the first to be shot by your own brother who is in front of the archer.

Fan Zhongmou didn't know what to do to be correct, and the formations he had learned quickly rolled through his mind one after another, but none of them worked. His hand holding the knife began to tremble, tremble, and then, the trembling stopped, and his whole body hardened in an instant, filled with a bitter cold.

"Woo-woo-woo-woo!" The horn for help suddenly sounded from behind, causing Fan Zhongmouxian's body to stiffen at first, and then almost collapse.

Lu Fang stepped forward and led people to fill the left side of the shield player. Fu Jie led people to block the right side, everyone, and the shield hand formed a horizontal team! Alerted by the trumpet, he yelled for fear that his orders would not be heard by his subordinates.

Stupid, stabilize the position with the horizontal team on the spot, and wait for the left wing to kill and converge! After passing the general's order, Luo Cheng angrily threw the horn back to the soldiers around him, his eyes blood-red.

From the moment the enemy began to change formations to the moment he delivered the order to Fan Zhongmou's ears, less than half a pillar of incense time had passed. But in this short period of half a pillar of incense, more than 400 lives were buried by Governor Fan Zhong. "I really shouldn't let him be alone!" Luo Cheng thought hatefully. "But before meeting a real opponent, who can find out that Captain Fan is a mediocre talent on paper?!"

The right flank of the Youzhou Army, which had become the simplest horizontal formation, still could not block the opponent's attack and was forced to retreat. Regardless of the general's adaptability and the level of training of the soldiers, they cannot be compared with their opponents. Those Boling people, under the leadership of the veterans of a hundred battles, roared wave after wave, and the offensive was like a tide. And the Youzhou brothers who insisted on the formation were like a dam of sand, and the cracks were cracked in three strokes and two blows.

The panicked Youzhou archer let go of the bowstring and shot the feathered arrows into the air like locusts. Some of them hit the enemy, while others landed on their own heads, inflicting huge casualties on both sides of the enemy. The lancers, who had no shields to hide, had to dodge, and as soon as their bodies moved, the enemy burst in. Several Boling armor warriors rushed into the Youzhou archers with knives in one hand and shields in the other, like wolves entering a flock of sheep.

Governor Fan Zhongmou personally killed the front line, he was strong in martial arts, and there was almost no enemy under his command. But individual bravery could not contain the decline of the entire team. Soon, his position became a point of attack, and more and more Boling armor soldiers leaned over and attacked him from the front, left, and right.

The loyal soldiers rushed forward and used their bodies to block the lance that was stabbing at Fan Zhongmou's waist. Captain Fan, who was red-eyed, swung his knife sharply, slashing the lance that pierced into Paoze's body in two. "Yikes!" He roared, swinging his sword at his nearest enemy. The Boling soldier refused to fight him, threw the broken lance at Fan Zhongmou's feet, and then quickly retreated into the protection of his companions.

Six or seven long lances stabbed over, forcing Fan Zhongmou to dodge left and right. "Someone!" He commanded loudly, "Come on, follow me, kill them all!" There was no response. The enemy's eyes were full of smiles, as if to mock him for not being able to use soldiers, and for being brave and resourceful. The icy lance stabbed again, and the light on the tip of the lance was desperately cold.

"It's over!" Fan Zhongmou laughed miserably. He is a Youzhou boy who knows how to wash away his shame. A lance pierced his shin, failing to penetrate wrought iron and thick cowhide. He staggered, his body lunging forward, and the sword swept across.

"Ding, ding, ding" a few lances fell in response. Fan Zhongmou's body also lost its balance and fell heavily on the hillside. Lying in a pool of blood, he closed his eyes, waiting for the blow of relief. After a few breaths, he didn't feel any pain, but he was faintly disgusted by the bloody gas around him.

The Boling Army is retreating! Fan Zhongmou, who was surprised, widened his eyes. I saw Liu Dexin, who was originally in command of the left-wing foot soldiers, jump over his body, and led more than 100 brothers to push the enemy's formation out of a pit. Immediately after, another group of brothers lifted his shoulders.

"Kill, let me kill!" Captain Fan shouted frantically, his face full of tears. "Kill, let me kill and avenge the brothers!" His cries grew low, and gradually turned into howls.

"The young marshal asked us to stand here! Gather your men and hold back the enemy! And the turnaround! Liu Dexin, the commander of the left army, shouted loudly while leading the dead soldiers to disengage from the enemy.

"Turnaround? Where is it? Fan Zhongmou, whose face was red and white with blood and tears, asked in surprise.

"Don't talk nonsense, grab your knife!" Liu Dexin stuffed a knife into Fan Zhongmou's hand and straightened his body.

"And the turnaround!" Fan Zhongmou, who grabbed the life-saving straw, strode towards his own soldiers. Those people were all scattered by the enemy army before, and now Liu Dexin helped to gather them again. "There's still a turnaround, let's hold on and crucify the enemy here!" He laughed, tears streaming down his face.

He knew where the turning point was. Just when he was desperate with the enemy just now, the young marshal Luo Cheng had already pulled the cavalry to the periphery of the battlefield. The Boling army killed people too freely, and the overall position had moved from the center of the gentle slope to the edge of the gentle slope. As long as the Youzhou army, which has its left and right wings together, can entangle the enemy and not give the opponent a chance to break through completely. In half a pillar of incense, the cavalry led by the young marshal will be able to detour back to the enemy's flank.

At that time, 1,500 cavalry rolled down the hillside like an avalanche, and they could definitely tear the Boling in front of them to pieces.

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