Chapter 325: Luring the Enemy (1)

"It's not good...... the beard of the ancient road on the tower suddenly changed, and he shouted in a low voice: "Yinghao, give the order to attack." ”

"Yes......"

With a loud sound, a tall red flag fluttered in the wind.

A general of the Chinese army saw clearly, he silently put on his helmet, rode out, and said in a loud voice: "Brothers from the headquarters, come with me." ”

His voice was so loud that it spread far away, and there was a hint of rumbling.

Five thousand cavalry followed behind him, slowly galloping towards the famous Golden Wolf Army.

For the Han army's first provocation, Hami Thorn naturally would not show the slightest weakness.

As soon as the banner was unfurled, Ava Han sneered, waved his big hand, and the same five thousand iron horsemen slowly walked upwards to greet him.

The speed of both sides gradually increased, and the speed of the horse's hooves became even more rapid.

The knights in the front row could already clearly see the fanatical and hideous faces of each other, and they raised their sabers in their hands and slashed down face to face.

The two teams of cavalry collided together in the middle of the battlefield without any tricks, and it was an incomparably powerful impulse, an absolute force that neither men and horses could withstand.

Due to the limitations of the terrain, the guerrilla tactics that the Huns were best at could not be used to the fullest, but in this head-to-head confrontation, they did not show weakness.

The clanging of blades, the mournful screams of horses falling, and the wails of pain before the momentary moment rang out on the battlefield.

The Han general's eyes were blazing, and he personally led a large army to fight bravely, and the five thousand men under his command were his proudest warriors. In the face of an incomparably powerful enemy, they launched a furious attack without hesitation.

He is the first warrior of the Cheng family's 100,000 private soldiers, and his name is Xu Xiongfei.

"Ding......

The loud clashing of gold and iron was deafening.

Xu Xiongfei's eyes raised, his big hand holding the spear was sore, the other party had such strength, even he couldn't help but tremble in his heart.

"Good arm strength."

A heroic voice came into his ears, and a Hun general was baring his teeth and roaring at him.

Xu Xiongfei didn't say anything, so he took advantage of the staggered time of the two horses to shoot backhand, and stabbed the opponent's chest and abdomen like lightning.

However, the gun was halfway through and collided with the opponent's return hand.

A crisp sound came to the ears, and the bodies of the two of them shook slightly at the same time. The iron horses galloped, and their figures instantly disappeared in the endless sea of people.

"Who is the Han general?" Avahan asked aloud.

"Xu Xiongfei."

With a loud shout, the silver spear in his hand was lightly picked, and a Hun was picked up by him into the air and fell heavily to the ground.

Individual prowess is always small in large-scale wars. Whether Xu Xiongfei is willing to admit it or not, his troops are still far behind the same number of Golden Wolf Army, and not bit by bit.

The Huns were born on horseback, grew up on horseback, and were the best at riding and shooting, and their control skills for horses were indeed like arm commands. No one in the world has the same level.

After a head-to-head confrontation, it was the warriors of the Yi Cheng family who fell to the ground forever who accounted for the majority.

The Huns' horse team suddenly dispersed outward, and the cavalry on the periphery drew their bows and arrows with their backs, and shot an arrow on the back of the bumpy horse.

The soldiers of the Cheng family were obviously prepared, and they were also colored. However, the same tactics show different results.

Those who fell from the horse with arrows, the soldiers of the Cheng family were far more than the Huns.

In this melee, the Huns had the absolute upper hand without dispute.

In the camp of the Huns, Hami frowned, and he had no way to guess Gu Dao's actions.

The two armies fought in a decent manner, and the commanders of the two sides did not make any mistakes.

In this way, the only people who can achieve the final victory are the highly skilled Huns.

It's impossible for Gu Dao to not understand this truth, so where is his ambush?

If it can't be found, then it is not yet known who will die in today's battle.

"Strange." Mao Dun had been watching the changes in the situation in the field, and suddenly frowned and said.

Hami was stunned and asked, "What's strange?" ”

Mao Dun shook his head and said, "It's okay that this group of Southern Barbarian archers and horses are skilled, but why are they so familiar with their combat methods?" ”

Hami Thorn looked closely, although their drape was different from that of the Golden Wolf Army, but they were all light armor, sabers, and crossbow arrows.

Their equipment was also extremely familiar, and Hami's expression was in a trance for a moment, just now, he thought that he had returned to more than twenty years ago.

At that time, he had just assisted Mao Dun to ascend to the position of Shan Yu, and led his troops to defeat the hero Nan Yi. Then he sent troops south, pointing directly at the Central Plains. It is the time to be high-spirited, complacent, and invincible.

However, at this moment, he met the biggest opponent in his life, the Ancient Dao Beard of the Aquila Legion.

The two sides fought for several months, and he suffered the first defeat in his life, which made him completely sober up, and he never dared to underestimate the world again.

"Teacher, Aquila Legion."

Harri's voice rang out behind him.

Turning his head to look, he only heard him say in a deep voice: "There are at least thirty percent of them, all of whom are veterans of the Sky Eagle Legion." ”

With a wry smile, Hami sighed: "Gu Dao is really painstaking for the Cheng family. ”

Nearly thirty percent of those who are fighting with the Golden Wolf Army are veterans of the Sky Eagle Legion who have retired.

For more than 20 years, Gu Dao Fu has continuously arranged for soldiers to recover. In fact, what no one knew was that those people did not return home, but were directly recruited by the Cheng family.

If it weren't for that, Gu Dao would not have put them in the middle army with peace of mind.

The warriors of the Yellow Dragon Legion were furious, and they formed their formations, their swords unsheathed, and their arrows wound.

They received an order from the Grand Commander - to kill.

It is necessary to kill the Huns until there is no armor left.

However, at this time, Fu Duo raised his sword eyebrows, and he waved his hand lightly, as if he had swept away an insignificant mosquito on his arm.

The sergeants around them understood this, and they ran to the side of the remaining hundred carts, pulled off the curtains, and drove down a group of ragged civilians from the cars.

The cries and scolding were mixed, and the scene was suddenly chaotic.

Liu Zhengmin's face suddenly turned extremely pale, not only him, but all the generals around him, the 50,000 soldiers of the Yellow Dragon Legion all changed their faces.

Behind this group of people, the Huns waved their whips and whipped them hard, driving them ahead of the army.

With this posture, anyone can guess who they are.

"Call it, call your relatives back, it's still the same old saying, treat everyone equally, and never pursue it."

There was a trace of cold coldness in Fu Duo's eyes, Zhang Zihua's knife did not take his life, but it made him recognize one thing.

The Han and the Xiongnu, after all, are two completely different peoples, and what they say is the same, it is simply an article on the surface.

Between them, there is a sea of blood feud accumulated over hundreds of years, and it is impossible to fill this trench.

The only option is the extinction of one side, or the assimilation of the vanquished.

And what he has to do at the moment is the latter. This is the national policy set by Hami, and no one can go against it.

The warriors of the Yellow Dragon Legion hesitated, their eyes no longer steadfast.

Their hands trembled as they held their weapons, and the open bowstrings silently retracted.

In front of them, it was not those fierce and brutal Huns, but their relatives, their relatives who stayed in the Great Han Jingshi.

Most of the soldiers of the Yellow Dragon Legion were drawn from the vicinity of the Beijing Division and served in the Legion, and once they were promoted to the rank of 100 people, their parents and relatives would be admitted to the Beijing Division for placement.

Nominally, he is sympathetic to the generals, but he has never had some role as a hostage.

Among the 50,000 Yellow Dragon Legions here, there are 500 100-man commanders, 50 1000-person commanders, and 5 10,000-person commanders. In addition, all the families of the soldiers who were originally from Beijing were secretly escorted to Taiyuan by Hami Thorn without exception, for today's battle.

The Huns drove these unarmed civilians and slowly moved in the direction of the Yellow Dragon Legion.

"Commander, what are we going to do?"

Although he was forced to be calm, the trembling voice still couldn't hide the panic in his heart.

Liu Zhengmin turned his head to look at a 10,000-strong cavalry commander behind him, his face was also bloodless.

A bitter smile appeared on his face, and a thin layer of mist suddenly appeared in Liu Zhengmin's eyes. He bowed his head, closed his eyes, and gently wiped away the tears that represented cowardice.

But when he raised his head again, there was no longer any hesitation in his eyes, and his waist was straight like the straight pine.

"Herald, crossbowmen ready."

With a slight movement, the 10,000-strong commander stretched out his hand and grabbed Liu Zhengmin, and asked anxiously and sadly: "General, think twice......"

glanced at him coldly, Liu Zhengmin's tone became more and more cold: "Since ancient times, loyalty and filial piety have been difficult to achieve, either to serve the country loyally, or to abandon the army and surrender, you ...... Take your pick. ”

Silently withdrew the hand holding his boss, and the muscles on his face twitched.

"Bow and arrow, prepare ......"

Almost gritting his teeth, the expression of the 10,000-strong chief suddenly became stern. He stared at the approaching group of young and old, his eyes full of sorrow.

From him downwards, the faces of all the generals were extremely ugly, and their eyes were no longer persistent and firm, but blank.

The voice of the 10,000-strong chief stopped abruptly, and the word "hair" seemed to have the power of tens of millions of catties, making him linger on his lips, but he could not say it.

moved, behind the people, the four-clan coalition army finally moved.

They moved their horses and approached closely behind the stumbling people.

Wang Honghan's hands were covered with sweat, in such a situation, the Yellow Dragon Army could no longer count on it, so how did he choose.