Chapter 260: Counting is Counting
At night, it is as clear as water, and the wisps of starlight are projected on the autumn grassland through the gaps in the dark clouds, adding a touch of gloom.
Sharp eyes vigilantly watched the wind and grass around them in the darkness, and countless torches gathered into a circle, reflecting the purple spectrum in the middle.
"My lord, since you have expected that the Huns have laid a net, why did you decide to plunge into it?"
Zhao Yun tore off a small piece of mutton and stuffed it into his mouth, and after chewing and swallowing it, he looked up at Feng Yi and asked puzzled.
Feng Yi smiled lightly, "After all, we are fighting deep into the enemy's territory, and the sooner we end the battle, the better."
If it lasts for a long time, the Xiongnu will definitely take action, and then the war will be difficult to end, and it will turn into a full-scale war.
After all, my Wuji strength is still shallow, and I am very disadvantaged to fight the Huns in the vast grassland.
The four targets I had chosen were all deliberately designed by me to reveal to the other side the pattern of our attacks.
At this time, the remaining army of the Liwang Department of the Xiongnu Right Valley was only more than 1.3 million, and there were no special troops with strong combat power.
With the strength of my 20,000 Zixiao Guards, even if I fight hard, I won't be afraid in the slightest.
Of course, such a hard fight is also a bit irrational, after all, it is likely to be a lose-lose situation in the end.
But this battle is not my Wuji Army alone, the king of Zuogu Li has already sent back the news that he will cooperate with us in the decisive battle.
However, the movement of their march was too great, and after a long time, their whereabouts would definitely be revealed.
Considering the advantage of our maneuverability and flexibility, and not revealing the traces of our cooperation, it is undoubtedly the most advantageous to choose the decisive battle at night.
So, I set the time for the battle to be at the beginning of the season.
The army of the Left Valley Liwang will arrive at the end of the ugly hour, and when our side is in the middle of a fierce battle with the Right Valley Liwang and attracts its attention, the army of the Left Valley Liwang will give it a fatal blow from the rear!
In this way, the outcome of the war can be decided, and the purpose of this expedition against the Xiongnu will also be achieved.
Although it is very likely that many Zixiao Guardians will be lost as a result, it is necessary to act in order to end the war as soon as possible and avoid any eventuality! ”
Zhao Yun couldn't help but be stunned, and then admired it for a while.
This lord is really resourceful, if he can only think of three steps, but others think of nine steps;
Such far-reaching vision and planning are not comparable to him at all.
However, Zhao Yun believes that as long as he can continue to withstand the baptism of the great war and combine the content of the art of war with reality, his combat experience will continue to improve.
"After the meal, tell the army to rest early.
The battle in the early hours of tomorrow morning is a bitter battle, and the soldiers must keep their spirits up. ”
"No! Don't worry, my lord, I'll arrange it. ”
Zhao Yun respectfully agreed, then got up and left quickly.
In the middle of the ugly hour, as an order to set off was given, the Zixiao guards who had already recuperated their spirits and cleaned up their weapons all had certain eyes, and silently patted their horses and walked towards the dark front.
They knew the dangers of the battle, but no one was afraid of it.
They are the guards of the purple sky, and they should be proud of the top of the nine heavens!
There may be all kinds of calamities in this world, but they never have the slightest fear;
They are the sharpest swords in the hands of the Lord, and any enemy who stands in his way will become the soul of their men!
The night wind whined, the grass shadowed, and in the midst of the dull sound of hooves, a purple crowd was galloping on horseback, with the call of death......
At the beginning of the hour, Submunta sat in the big yurt in the center of the tribe with a calm face, his mind was obviously a little indifferent, and there were still a few bloodshots in his eyes.
He didn't know exactly when Feng Wuji would come, and in which direction it would come.
From returning to the clan yesterday noon until this time, he had never closed his eyes, for fear that the next breath of the ghost army would rush to kill him.
And Horai Cangwu resolutely used his own tribe as bait, and even did not allow his family to leave for refuge, which made him even more angry.
At this time, he regretted that he had abandoned the king of Zuogu Li and voted for He Lai Cangwu.
It's just that it's obviously too late to regret it at this time.
Even if he wanted to flee with his clan, there was no possibility at all, and there was still hope of living if he stayed and fought to the death against Feng Wuji;
But if he dared to escape, he would definitely be killed by the army of the Liwang of the Right Valley, which had already surrounded this place.
"Pawn! The soldiers have never closed their eyes until now, and many of them are a little unable to hold on.
If this continues, even if Feng Wuji leads the army to kill, the army will not be able to maintain much combat power.
Do you think you want them to take a break? ”
A young general suddenly lifted the curtain of the tent, walked into the big tent, and said to He Lai Cangwu with some sorrow.
Perhaps in order to appease Sub Monta, Horai Cangwu had previously elevated his position to the head of the household.
However, Submunta knew in his heart that this position of head of household had little practical meaning at all;
The population and the number of soldiers of his own tribe are there, and the real right to speak has not increased much.
Hearing this, Sub Mengta's brows furrowed slightly, Feng Wuji was like a mountain that overwhelmed him, he could not rest, but his army could not.
After thinking about it slightly, Sub Monta suddenly smiled strangely and said:
"Tell the warriors of the tribe to rest in peace, and as for the patrol, leave it to the people of the king of the right valley."
The young general was stunned for a moment, and then said happily: "It's still thoughtful when the adults are thoughtful, and the little ones will arrange it." ”
When the young general was about to leave, a figure broke in in in a hurry.
Sub Monta couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart, and he didn't have time to scold the man, but got up and asked anxiously:
"What's going on? Is it the army of Feng Wuji that has killed it? ”
"Back, back, back ......"
The figure was one of the small leaders in charge of the southern patrol, but it was difficult to speak for a while under the violent running at this time.
Submunta suddenly glared in anger, waved his hand and shouted, "No need to be polite! Come on, isn't it Feng Wuji's killing? ”
"No, I don't know, but listening to the movement, the movement, the response, it should be wrong, it can't be wrong!"
The soldier finally said the words, but his expression was relieved, but he suddenly fainted, obviously his head was a little deprived of oxygen under the nervousness in his heart......
Sub Monta ignored this, but hurriedly shouted:
"Quickly order the army to assemble, and at the same time gather all the people in the camp in the north!"
"No!"
Ten thousand horses galloping, hooves like thunder, Feng Yi looked at the tribe dotted with firelight in the distance, and a cold color flashed in his eyes.
In fact, the reason why the tribe in front of him was chosen as the last target was also because its leader was Submunta.
Submunta, a very nasty flea, has repeatedly led people to disturb his Wuji City, stirring up so many things, how can he bear it?
In the midst of the flickering firelight, a large army was quickly gathering and advancing towards the Wuji Army.
Sure enough, a playful smile flashed in Feng Yi's eyes, but a sneer hung on the corner of his mouth.
These troops numbered seventy or eighty thousand, and according to the intelligence, the Subu tribe had only 30,000 soldiers, and the number of troops did not match at all.
Then there is only one possibility, as he expected, the other party has already laid a big urn here, and is waiting to catch his slippery turtle.
"Fire Bolt Ready!"
With Feng Yi's deep shout, the Zixiao Guards looked back and began to quickly take the bow and twist the rocket in turn, and at the same time took out the fire stick and ignited the rocket.
The two armies were approaching rapidly, and when there were only about six hundred meters left on both sides, Feng Yi nodded slightly towards a Zixiao guard holding high the Ming Huang Ling Banner on the side.
The soldier understood, and soon waved the flag three times from side to side, and then pointed sharply forward.
Suddenly, from front to back, thousands of arrows were fired in unison, and sparks dotted with each other, as if a red wave swept up in the sky.
Sharp arrows roared, and in the rapid sound of breaking the air, countless Hun cavalry were rocketed, and they kept screaming and falling off their horses.
Although the Right Valley Liwang Department is much stronger than the Left Valley Liwang Department, its economic ability is also average, and the armor equipped for the soldiers is very ordinary;
So in the face of Zixiaowei's rocket, there is almost no much defense.
After the distance was reduced to 400 meters, the Hun cavalry, who had been pressed on the head and shot wildly, could finally let go and shoot back;
It's just that the Zixiao guards are all equipped with special cavalry round shields, and the armor has strong defensive capabilities;
In addition, the reflexes of each Zixiao Guardian are extremely strong, and their eyes are sharp, and they do not use torches in this starry night;
Therefore, although the shooting of the Hun cavalry was full of threat, it actually did not bring much damage to Zixiaowei.
On the way of more than 500 meters, the Hun cavalry fell by seven or eight thousand, but the Zixiao guards only fell by less than thirty people.
The distance became shorter and shorter, and when there were only more than 100 meters left in the front of the two sides, both sides invariably put away their war bows;
Then he raised his gun or drew his sword, all of them glared at each other angrily and rushed at a gallop.
The scene of the short-handed encounter, which shocked the Hun cavalry, was staged again.
Originally, the strongest of his Huns was to charge and kill on horseback, and then to shoot on horseback.
Although the art of mounted archery is not a specially trained archer, it should not be comparable to the people of the Central Plains;
It's just that the Central Plains is vast and can train an elite cavalry archers, and they admit it;
But this time they were killed at close range, why were they still slaughtered one-sidedly?
Although the opponent is stabbing with a spear and has the advantage of distance, it is impossible for them to resist without the flexible reaction and rapid maneuver of the Huns......
The two sides were rushing and killing each other, but the Hun soldiers, who were originally fearless and full of confidence, were frightened for the first time.
The weapons are not comparable, the reaction speed is not comparable, and even the armor is far from comparable;
Under such a gap, their companions are constantly being killed, but it is difficult to cause harm to the other party;
Such an act of sending people to death has confused countless people, how should this battle be fought?
As for the origin of the enemy in front of them, no one mentioned it at all among the generals of the Huns.
Fortunately, it was not mentioned, otherwise when you know that the four tribes were slaughtered cleanly, it is the enemy in front of you, I am afraid that under the trembling of the Hun army, Pu will be defeated as soon as it makes contact...... ()
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