It was a terrible feeling to be pressed and beaten, and even worse was that the logistics troops were still inside the valley passage and could not get out. Hu Gang's plan was to travel long distances and travel lightly, so he only brought ten days' rations. According to normal practice, all cavalry marching into battle carried five days' rations with them, and the remaining half was given to the baggage brigade. They were also equipped with horses, but not as fast as combat units, but more than conventional baggage infantry.

At present, they carry little food left, and most of the supplies carried by the baggage team are bows and arrows, as well as spare armor.

"Rush, rush south. The whites came from over there, kill them all. ”

"Don't be afraid, they don't have horses, they're not as fast as we are. Just rush over and win! ”

"Leave their cannons alone, that thing just rushes close to a pile of scrap metal."

The scouts sent out never heard back. The cavalry of the brigade had its back to the valley exit in the northwest, and due south were rolling mountains, which continued diagonally to the southeast. The only breakout directions available to choose from are north, northeast, east and southeast.

Turn around and attack the whites who are lying in ambush in the mountains? This is not advisable. Cavalry is not infantry, not to mention that Hu Gang is not familiar with this area. The cavalry needed a gentle slope to attack the mountain, and he had already sent some of his men to disperse in search of favorable terrain, but it was difficult to gain anything in a short time. Moreover, the situation is unclear at present, and the best way is to first send a small force to make a tentative attack, and then concentrate forces to choose the main direction for a surprise attack based on the information gathered from all sides.

Hu Gang controlled the frightened war horse under his crotch, and his mind fell into intense thought, but suddenly he heard the adjutant's anxious and eager shout: "Lord Commander, I have urgent news to report to you." ”

The adjutant rode his horse from the southeast with several cavalry escorts. Soon running closer, Tiger Gang saw them surrounded by a man covered in blood. When everyone came and dispersed, Hu Gang could finally see the man's face clearly.

It's a scout he sent before.

He lay on his horse, his face pale, his right hand grasping the reins, and his left hand clutching his abdomen. It is estimated that he was injured, because the situation was urgent, and the outflow of intestines could be faintly seen through the gaps between his fingers and armor.

Hu Gang suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart, and hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"Your Excellency...... Front...... The front is full of whites. The wounded scout spoke with great difficulty, mixed with heavy gasps: "They have artillery, our brothers...... All dead...... The captain asked me to ...... before he died. Let me come back and report to my lord: I can't rush in this direction...... Have to...... Find another way. ”

A few minutes later, equally bad news came from the north and east———— the white army had blocked all the junctions, and they blocked all the advance of the cavalry with musket infantry and artillery.

Hu Gang's heart has never been so enlightened as it is now!

Although the information he had was not very detailed, he had already understood the combat intentions of the white generals opposite.

They occupied both sides of the canyon passage in advance, urging the Tiger cavalry to speed up and rush out of the canyon with sporadic fire. Outside, the open space where he is currently located, is the battlefield chosen by the whites.

The area is mountainous and many places are densely forested. Not to mention cavalry, even infantry is difficult to deploy in motion. Judging by the time, the whites should have come earlier than themselves, so they arranged in advance, occupied the junctions in each direction respectively, and once the battle began, they began to squeeze from the outside to the inside with a thick array of muskets, compressing all the Tiger cavalry in a narrow circle.

Platoon guns plus artillery, this is the most common and advantageous tactic of whites.

After sorting out the situation, Hu Gang found that there were very few options left for him, and there was no absolutely safe way out.

Now, the best thing to do now is to turn around at once, and order all the cavalry to re-enter the valley pass and return along the way they came.

It was extremely risky to do so, and with the cunning of the whites, they should have reserved a large number of soldiers on the top of the hills on either side. The previous sporadic gunfire was only to drive the cavalry away, and once it turned and retreated, the cavalry was bound to be killed by a dense fire from the overhead.

The white population is numerous, and this is their greatest advantage.

White musketeers coming from multiple directions would shrink the encirclement. Judging from the shells that fell before, there is not much time left for Hu Gang to think, and he must make a choice as soon as possible.

"Raise my flag, order: attack the north with all your might."

Hu Gang slowly pulled out his saber and gave orders to the adjutant in a calm and fierce tone. Only by opening up the north can we get in touch with other tribal reinforcements as soon as possible. Tiger Gang now ignores the threat posed by the giant "Six". He began to understand why the Dragon Regent insisted on holding out and waiting for reinforcements. Damn the southern dwarves aren't as weak as they think, they're cunning and ruthless, and they have the advantage in weapons.

10,000 cavalry concentrated on attacking the north, even if they had to pay a certain amount of casualties, but there was a high chance of rushing out.

The cavalry, which had completed the whole formation, began to turn, and no one questioned Hu Gang's decision, and the strong Tiger cavalry, fearless of the constantly flying cannonballs, drew their swords and spears one after another, and began to accelerate towards the north.

The sun was swallowed up again by thick clouds, there was no rain or snow, and the cold, dry wind howled like a ghost. In the distance, Tiger Gang saw a black line appear on the horizon. He pushed his horse on, the black line thickening to reveal the outline of an indistinct infantry array.

The white dwarf played in the same way as in the past, still armed with several meters of halberds in front of the infantry, in charge of the block, in the middle of which were heavy musketeers divided into three layers: up, standing and kneeling. This three-layer arrangement method can maximize the power of the musket, but because the opponent is the northern giant, the traditional three-layer battle column of standing, kneeling and lying down will be changed, especially after the development of large-caliber heavy lifting guns, the southern whites have also created a telescopic frame rod that is used together to support the heavy barrel according to the needs of actual combat.

Tiger Gang raised his saber and let out a fierce roar: "Rush over and kill them all!" ”

The infantry array of the whites was not very thick, and was roughly estimated to be no more than 100,000 men. Of course, the key to winning or losing a war is not simply the number of people who compete. Although there are a large number of opponents, the overall thickness is forced to be thinned by the long array on both sides. It is worth mentioning that the whites occupied the favorable terrain———— they lined up with their backs against the hillside, and the halberders in front lined up in the front line at the very bottom, which would not block the fire of the musketeers in the rear.

A hint of disdain flashed in Hu Gang's eyes.

The halberd hands are all scum. With a single charge, they were immediately scattered and crushed.

The only thing that disturbed him was that the array of white musketeers on the opposite side was so thick that it reached a full six rows.

Tiger Gang forced himself to try not to think about the worrying issues. The advantage of the cavalry is speed, as long as it rushes over, with the incomparable melee combat power of the northern barbarians, it is enough to solve all the troubles.

"Rush!"

The lieutenant followed close behind, waving a triangular flag in the wind on his back. With him at the core, there is a squad of fifteen riders around him, who also carry flags with the same pattern and shape. Only in this way can everyone see clearly and firmly follow the direction of attack.

It's already close to the white array.

Hu Gang suddenly saw a change in the array of white musketeers that were neatly arranged. They stepped back in groups of two, making room for plenty of space. Behind them, a light gun was pushed out.

The caliber of this kind of artillery is not large, but in Hugang's simple and simple cognitive thinking, the power of the gun is directly related to the thickness of the tube. He was sure that it was a small-caliber gun, and that it was more lethal than a large-caliber gun in the conventional sense.

His blood was cold again, almost congealing.

Artillery was fired on the other side.

It's chain bombs and shotguns.

The flying chain projectiles swirled in circles in the air, bringing up rings of flesh with the theme of "death". The sturdy chains were spinning, and the iron balls tied to the ends tore through the body with a powerful impact. The Tiger cavalry who rushed to the front were cut into two ends on the spot, and the heads of some people were smashed to pieces, falling from their horses, and being trampled by countless horses' hooves, turning into a bright red sauce mixed with the earth.

The large group of shotguns was comparable to a giant iron fist, smashing out short "pits" in the rapidly impacting cavalry. If some kind of force manipulator were to stop time, they could see the shotgun impact area collide head-on with the cavalry, and scattered flesh and blood would be torn apart from the human body and the warhorse. Hard steel balls shot into the eye sockets, shattered the eyeballs, and pierced the skull, the skull was lifted high by the powerful destructive force, and the rider and the horse were reduced to a sieve of flesh and blood.

Duke Vlamar stood on the top of a hill not far away, watching through his telescope, the satisfactory state of battle so far.

Telescopes are a good thing. The god of luck belongs to the white man, and the savage northern giants do not know how to fire glass, so naturally there is no lens processing. To be honest, there is indeed a high probability of "betting" in this battle. Flamal gambled that the northern giants were poorly informed, and that they did not have telescopes to make detailed observations in the distance.

The relationship between the Viking Kingdom and the Plantagenet Kingdom can only be considered average. But this did not affect the personal relationship between the Marquis of Elken and Flamal. The nobles had their own set of rules of conduct, and the direction of Viscount Onemo's attack was not a secret to Flamal. This involves the two principles of "fair distribution" and "spoils". To put it simply———— you have your way to make a fortune, and I have my business experience.

Now that the Plantagenet Kingdom has chosen the northeast direction, Vlamal can only target the northwest and choose it as the offensive route for the main force of the Viking Kingdom.

As long as the nobles in their right mind will not choose due north. There are so many "Sixs" out there, and God knows how many of their progeny they split after feasting on the corpses of the northern giants? Flamar had never thought of relying on that kind of monster to defeat the northern giants. In all fairness, he was very satisfied with the record of "No. 6" in capturing Suolong Pass, but it was limited to that. Monsters are monsters, and they can never be equal to humans. Moreover, what Calis said before is not unreasonable———— the Holy See is powerful and must maintain friendly and cooperative relations with the Holy See. Bishop Somson gave him what he wanted, as long as it could satisfy his greedy appetite, and the rest was enough to feed all the kingdoms.

The offensive route to the north belonged to the Holy See. No one can cross the line until Bishop Somson speaks.

Flamal is well aware that his scouts don't have an advantage in terms of speed. He could only gather intelligence by speeding up his march and sending a large number of scouts to survey the surrounding terrain. He arrived at the periphery of the canyon passage two days earlier than Hu Gang and drew a detailed topographical map. Since then, Duke Flamar has been planning to use this as the main battlefield to fight a beautiful war of annihilation.

Whites don't know much about the northern giants, but that doesn't mean that many things can't be judged accurately by "guessing."

The rocks on the floor of this canyon pass are relatively smooth and there is not much weed. This means that there are often people passing through. As long as the ambush is preset on both sides of the canyon, a satisfactory effect can be achieved.

The question that Tiger just thought of, Flamal thought of.

He placed 40,000 musketeers on both sides of the gorge.

At the exit of the valley, to the southeast, east and north, Flamar formed an encirclement of 400,000 men. It was a semi-circular crescent formation, and as soon as the northern giants appeared in the valley, the entire battle formation began to move westward. It was as if the huge monster opened its bloody mouth and bit out the prey that took the initiative to enter its mouth, completely devouring it.

Just as Hu Gang had thought before, the cavalry could retreat and escape along the way from the canyon. But to do so is to pay a very heavy toll. The previous sporadic shots would turn into dense blockades, and more people would die by then.

In fact, Vlamar was not sure that the army of the northern giants would appear in the southwest. He only vaguely has a "maybe" prediction. He intends to stay here for five days to a week. On the one hand, it is waiting for logistics and heavy troops, and on the other hand, it is also a natural battlefield that is reluctant to have such superior terrain.

Hu Gang's heart was dripping blood, and he felt a faint red in front of his eyes. A stray bullet tore through his scalp, and blood flowed into his eye socket. Although not fatal, it angered the young tiger.

"Rush! Speed up and rush over! ”

Those light artillery were too lethal to the cavalry.

But we still have a chance!

When there were still about 100 meters away from the white halberd's hand, the Tiger Clan cavalry who rushed to the front row suddenly crooked, screamed and fell.

On Flamal's orders, numerous dense pits were dug in the forward positions. They are about thirty centimeters deep and about the same size as the hooves of northern war horses, but slightly larger. These small hole-like pits are not difficult to dig, but they can cause fatal injuries to horses galloping at high speeds.

When the war horse under its crotch let out a wail and fell, the tiger gang clearly heard the crisp breaking sound of its leg bones.

As long as a horse's leg steps into a tight pit, it is difficult to pull it out in a short time. The extremely high running speed dragged the horse's body and lost its balance in an instant, and the result was that the man turned on his back.