It is impossible to pinch soft persimmons forever in war.

There are always some hard stubble battles.

Only when you can fight a vicious battle and complete a metamorphosis in essence can you be considered a truly strong army.

The Hu people's combat strength is stronger than that of the Qiang people, especially the cavalry, which comes and goes like the wind, light and swift.

If he hadn't obtained the equipment of the Western Capital, Yang Zheng would not have touched it hard no matter what, but now that the soldiers are murderous, well-equipped, and their morale is high, when will they not fight at this time?

This time he entered the West Sea, in addition to relieving Xiahouba's predicament, but also for training.

The sword and shield men were in front, the spearmen were behind, and a thousand light horsemen swam around the perimeter.

Blue sky and white clouds, green grass, surrounded by snow-capped peaks.

The wind that rolled down from the southern plateau blew across the vast West Sea and the shoulders of every young soldier.

The world is so majestic, how can a man not rise up?

The sound of rumbling footsteps mingled with the sound of clanging armor.

It was as if a black cloud was floating forward on the earth.

Thirty miles away from the enemy camp, two teams of light horsemen fought out on the left and on the right.

It's like two fists, hitting each other head-on.

Yang Zheng lined up in the south with the wind, and the enemy rode against the wind in the north.

Mobile cavalry is always the king of the battlefield.

Ordinary people are still terrified in the face of a wild beast that is galloping wildly, let alone a cavalryman wielding a weapon?

In the array, the old soldiers who served as the commander, the chief, and the Dubo tried their best to calm the emotions of the soldiers.

Five hundred, four hundred, two hundred, one hundred and fifty steps......

The enemy cavalry in the front row bends their bows and arrows.

But the crossbow machine had already been set up in the infantry formation.

"Put!"

At a hundred paces, the Dubs roared.

The sound of the bowstrings fluttering, like a swarm of countless bees flapping their wings neatly, and the sound of "buzzing, buzzing" fluttered with the wind to the north.

At the same time, Hu Qi's gallop shot also came.

But in this era, Hu Qi did not have stirrups, and needed to clamp the horse's belly with both feet, and the stability of the bow and arrow could be imagined, and it was a headwind, and hundreds of feather arrows were crooked and twisted, and when they flew halfway, they were powerless to plunge into the grass.

Then, screams rang out.

The bolts pierced their thin leather armor, tearing their flesh apart and pinning them to the grass.

Calling for ......

One after another suddenly collapsed in the gallop, stumbling over the horses behind.

"Spear!"

"Sword and shield!"

The roars of the old pawns sounded again in the infantry formation.

The soldiers threw away their crossbows and raised their spears and shields.

The movements are skillful as the instincts of the body.

The war has not really started yet, but Yang Zheng already knows that victory belongs to him.

Cavalry is indeed the darling of the battlefield, but it is not omnipotent.

In the face of a well-armed infantry formation, the cavalry was nothing more than that.

In history, Liu Yu of the Song Dynasty defeated the 30,000 iron cavalry of the Northern Wei Dynasty with more than 2,000 elite foot soldiers.

It is people who decide wars.

It is the will of the soldiers and the decision of the generals.

A rain of arrows, Hu cavalry fell more than 200 horses.

But at this moment they had rushed within fifty paces, and they had many men of their own, and they wanted to be outnumbered by the crowd.

The blades of the two sides collided together, and the flesh and blood also collided together.

A puff of blood splattered.

The horses let out terrible screams, or were pierced through the chest and abdomen with spears, or disemboweled by swords and shields.

Every ethnic group that has survived and grown in this era has its own uniqueness.

The Hu people are fierce and not afraid of death.

One after the other, they crashed into spears and shields.

Yang Zheng's subordinates also began to suffer casualties.

But this is a necessary process in war.

Accustomed to seeing death, it also made his heart extremely hard.

It's a battle of and tides.

Either the dikes are torn down, or the tide is blocked.

The Qiang spearmen and the sword and shield men of the first column suffered heavy casualties, some were crushed by their horses, and some were pierced through the necks by the iron forks of the Hu people.

The Hu man picked up the corpse and grinned, but was immediately picked up in the air by several spears on the left and right.

The second column of spearmen, sword and shield bearers, under the supervision of the commander and the chief, struggled forward.

The fierce fighting filled the air with a strong smell of blood.

"General, can the cavalry be dispatched?" Yin Chun sent people to ask for battle several times.

"No!" Yang Zheng flatly refused.

If the infantry cannot be stopped, it will be useless for the cavalry to rush forward.

Although the battle was fierce, the infantry of their own side were wearing iron armor, occupying the high ground in the south, and it was a tailwind, so they had an absolute advantage.

The cavalry was used for the final blow.

Yang Zheng not only has to win this battle, but also to cut the grass and eradicate the roots!

However, the cavalry could not go up, but the soldiers were on time.

"Liu Heng!"

"The subordinates are here!" Liu Heng's eyes glowed red, like a fierce beast that had been hungry for a long time.

The eyes of the more than two hundred pro-soldiers around him also rose a faint layer of blood red.

"Lead one hundred and fifty guards into battle!"

"Obey!" Liu Heng roared, holding a knife in his left hand and a spear in his right hand, wearing two layers of iron armor, like a humanoid iron beast, striding towards the front.

The step array automatically makes way for them.

The soldiers were brave men chosen from all tribes.

There are all Han and Qiang.

Eat the most meat on weekdays and receive the most rewards.

Raising soldiers for a thousand days is used for a while.

And now, it's time for them to use their lives.

It was as if a spear was piercing out of the array.

Liu Heng took the lead alone, and rushed into the enemy cavalry, and the spear swept and overturned the two horses, but the spear could not withstand the huge force and broke.

Seeing that he had no long soldiers, the horse's hooves rushed and stabbed at him with an iron fork.

Liu Heng did not retreat but advanced, took a step forward with a knife in both hands, and slashed down obliquely, and the knife light brought blood light.

Hu Jiang's stabbing action came to an abrupt halt, as if he had been frozen.

The horse neighed, staggered, and continued to run forward a dozen paces, crashing into the soldier's great shield.

And the general on the horse, with his head on his left shoulder, slid down from his body.

The horse neighed like a madman, as if it had experienced great fear.

Two more Hu horsemen shook their blood bravery, one on the left and one on the right and rushed towards Liu Heng with spears.

Liu Heng picked up the broken spear on the ground, threw it out, rode the horse's neck in the middle, and fell to the ground, Hu Qi was thrown at Liu Heng's feet, stepped on it, and Hu Ren's head was white and red and flowed to the ground.

The other horse galloped forward, Liu Heng's posture remained unchanged, and he slashed it with a knife.

The horses and cavalry were divided into four parts.

But Liu Heng was also knocked away by the inertia of the war horse.

There was an eerie silence on the battlefield, and most of the people's eyes were focused on the fallen Liu Heng.

The silence only lasted for three or four breaths, Liu Heng got up from the ground again, spit out a mouthful of blood, raised the broken ring knife, the expression on his face was distorted again, revealing a mouth full of bloodstained teeth, and let out a beast-like roar: "Duh-"

It was as if an invisible wind swirled around him.

The war horses of the Hu people rose one after another, retreating uncontrollably.

The faces of the horsemen were terrified.

There is no more fear of death from the previous charge.

The own infantry burst into loud cheers.

The clean and neat killing stimulated the fighting spirit of every soldier.

The battlefield of cold weapons belongs to the brave.

The more than 150 pro-soldiers took advantage of the situation to kill, spears and stabs, blades rolled, crossbow arrows flew fiercely, and Hu cavalry fell off their horses one after another.

Yang Zheng looked up to the sky and laughed, "This son should be the enemy of ten thousand people!" ”

Since the Yellow Turban Rebellion at the end of the Han Dynasty, the world's disputes have lasted for more than 60 years.

How many fierce generals have been born in this land?

There are many who can leave names, and many more who don't.

Which Han army does not have one or two fierce generals?

"The enemy's courage has been lost, the cavalry attacked, and there was no armor left!" Hu Qi's courage had been defeated, and Yang Zheng decisively ordered.