? Chapter 362: The battle situation is like chess, you come and go

Soretai took the order and left, Azig glanced at the general behind him, and then looked at Doni with a stupid face: "Doni, you take your people to the back of the opponent's camp, if the opponent is well defended, just 'commotion' and retreat, if the defense behind is empty, you might as well rush to see!" ”

He looked at Doni meaningfully, and then glanced at Hedu who was standing next to Doni: "We met wolves on the grassland, and when they showed their claws and grinned, if they came behind their butts for a while, it would be much more efficient than holding a knife and fighting with this group of beasts." ”

"Order!" Doni raised his chin towards Hodo, and walked away in a hurry. Azig looked at his back and sighed slightly in his heart, this son of his own, compared to Doni, is like a docile little lamb and a wolf cub, and it is really difficult for the two of them to be so good.

If Mu Shi knew that Azig on the other side used the wolf pack to describe the Fengzi camp, he would definitely feel very honored, although in the hearts of all people, comparing people to beasts seems to be a disrespectful statement, but to be worthy of this first-class fierce general of the Qing Dynasty such an evaluation, and it is compared to a tough and fierce beast like a wolf, even if he is a little displeased, he is only afraid that he will laugh at it.

In the middle of the battlefield, a few soldiers who shouted and scolded, some of them were exhausted, and whoever yelled for a long time would also feel dry and exhausted, Mu Shi was pondering, this morale was also mobilized, whether to replace these individuals, there was no movement on the Tartar side, indicating that this method did not work, those who should have been fooled have been fooled a long time ago, and those who should not be fooled have no use scolding again.

At this moment, a few short trumpets sounded, and then I saw a hundred horses rushing out of the ranks of the Tartars, one by one, holding the belly of the horses, trotting towards the side of the Fengzi camp.

"Lord Garrison, do you want to let them go?" A thousand households beside Mu Shi 'revealed' a trace of excitement on his face, this thousand households, but he had seen the scene of his horse team and the Tartar cavalry fighting in small groups, if these more than 100 people against more than 100 people, he believed that his horse team was completely confident to eat this enemy.

Mu Shi nodded slightly, and the thousand households turned around directly and said a few words to the standard-bearer beside him.

Rong Qi has been paying attention to the middle of the battlefield, to be honest, in such a battlefield, a person's feeling is too small, and he finally understands why he sometimes sells his skills when he is in the pro-soldier team, and why Sun Tou'er and those colleagues have such eyes.

In such a battlefield of tens of thousands of people, no matter how good your skills are, you are in vain, you are powerful, can you dodge the salvo of dozens and hundreds of muskets in the air? You're amazing, can you dodge the spears that are stabbing at you from all sides? Not to mention the galloping battle of thousands of troops, no matter how high your martial arts are, in the face of dense enemies, you can't kill, even if you kill dozens or hundreds of people, so what, the final outcome is still exhausted to death, and there is absolutely no miracle.

"Lord Baihu, the banner of the Chinese army, meet the left wing Tartar cavalry!" The man behind him shouted.

Rong Qi looked at the direction of the Chinese army, saw the constantly waving flag, confirmed the order, raised his right hand upward, and pointed forward fiercely, and the knights behind him, who had been waiting impatiently, swarmed out.

As soon as the cavalry on this side moved, Soretai's cavalry on the right flank also began to move, but instead of imagining Rong Qi's subordinates rushing over at a trot, it was slow, and the entire front pressed forward.

At the same time, the horn sounded again, and the small group of cavalry, which had been trotting towards the battlefield, heard the horn, and the whole speed suddenly slowed down, and from trotting to strolling on the battlefield, it was only a few horn sounds, and they completed the transformation.

"Tell Rong Qi to stop!" Mu Shi said with a frown when she saw the situation on the battlefield.

The current situation on the battlefield is a little delicate, obviously, the meaning of the other party's entire left flank is that he doesn't want his cavalry to come into contact with their more than 100 people, but he is not quite sure of the other party's intentions, but he knows that if the other party presses up on the whole line, then, there is no prologue, there is no cutscene, it is likely to be a full-scale battle, and he is not ready for this.

It's like two chess players, before they 'feel' each other's chess strength and chess moves, neither of them wants to make a desperate bet, and catching the other party is a fierce attack. There is no difference between marching and playing chess, playing chess, each person is just so many chess pieces, but there are always losses and wins and ties, and in the same way, fighting a war is not a simple competition of numbers, combat power, but also depends on the ability of the commander, otherwise, what kind of strength do you still fight, two armies meet, directly pull people out, compare the number of people, isn't it already divided between victory and defeat?

This small group of cavalry of the opponent is a temptation, which is the first move of the opponent, and sending a team of horses is a response to the temptation of the opponent. Obviously, the other party used the posture of a decisive battle to tell himself that this response was wrong and not what the other party wanted to see.

The next moment, he knew that his judgment was right, Rong Qi's men and horses stopped in the place where the cavalry squad of the Tartars was separated, and the Tartar brigade that was slowly pressing towards the front of the left flank also slowly came to a standstill, obviously, the other party was not willing to start a full-scale battle so early.

Seeing the cavalry of the Fengzi battalion rushing towards him, he gave up the posture of attacking, and the Tartar cavalry squad strolling idly in the middle of the battlefield began to move, but this time, they did not exert any more force to drive the horses under their hips, but advanced more than a hundred units to the front, and immediately all turned over from their horses and jumped down.

Mu Shi's eyelids jumped, he knew what the other party was going to do, he had just sent a few soldiers with loud voices to scold the other party, and he dared to feel that these Tartars felt that they had lost face, and now they came to find a place.

"Sword and shield, flip! Swarm, get ready! ”

He didn't want to give the other party this opportunity, even if the other party knew about the Fengzi Battalion's response to their so-called "riding and shooting" Wushuang", he didn't care, he wanted the other party to understand that they were not doing any unrealistic ideas except for this hard encounter.

As soon as the hundred or so Tartar knights turned over and dismounted, they immediately took out the big bow behind them, stretched out their bows and arrows, and 'shot' at the sky in front of them. These hundred or so people, all of whom were picked out by Soretai after their 'archery' skills, were given a very simple order, approaching the enemy's military formation to the 'shooting' range of the bow and arrow, and then 'shooting' the arrows in the quiver and going back!

The officers told them that as long as they reached the range of the bow and arrow, it was enough, and the firearms of the Ming army could not hit that far at all, and at such a long distance, even if the firearms could hit people, the power was pitiful, and there was not much difference between the tickling of the 'women', they could do it boldly and without any scruples, as long as the enemy's army moved, they could even 'shoot' while retreating, as long as they could 'mess' the opponent's position, for him, it would be a big attack.

All, they take it in stride!

On the battlefield, there are three phalanxes with heads, in a flattened fret, the wings are slightly forward, and the middle phalanx is a little behind, these Tartar soldiers are in the middle of this pint, and these bows and arrows they 'shoot' out are not only towards the word phalanx above the word shape, but also some of them go towards the word phalanx on both sides. It's just a 'chaos' and 'shooting' without rules.

'Chaos' and 'shooting' are 'chaotic' and 'shooting', but they are speed, which really made the officers and soldiers of the Fengzi battalion look at their eyes, and as soon as the arrows in the hands of these Tartars were put on the bows, they did not stop in their hands, and the arrows 'shot' whizzed.

The soldiers of the Fengzi Battalion in the front row did not have much panic in their eyes, although they were holding hooks and grabs in their hands, they could only watch the bows and arrows flying around their heads, and they could not be distracted at all to protect themselves, and it was even impossible to make actions to evade protection. But they know that these bows and arrows fall on their heads, and the opportunities on their bodies are not hit, and these Tartars are all 'shooting' from their backs in order to pursue the 'shooting' range, and these arrows with sharp arrows are afraid that the brothers in the middle of the phalanx will suffer it.

The officers and soldiers of the Fengzi Battalion in the middle of the phalanx also did not have much panic, because on their heads, the dense cowhide shield covered the sky above their heads tightly, and under the cowhide shield, the one who looked at them with a simple smile and Rulin's arm supported the shield in his hand was the sword and shield soldier brothers who appeared beside them from behind.

Aggressive! The arrows rained down on the cowhide shield, and apart from the occasional few that came in through the gaps in the shield and caused minor casualties, the attack was basically futile.

Azig frowned.

Mu Shishu frowned.

The Tartar cavalry, whose arms were sore, put the bow on their backs again, as their commander said, the other party's firearms, really can't hit so far, they have been 'shooting' for a long time, none of those firearms sounded, and now, they are going to return to their own formation, even these guys who were 'shot' are not convinced, and they can't catch up with them.

"Bang bang bang!" A series of muffled sounds, from their front, from their left, from their right, at the same time, and then, all the mounted and unmounted Tartar cavalrymen heard at the same time the sound they were most familiar with, not the sound of the bowstring, but each one!

Wind! It was the sound of the wind brought by the arrows breaking through the air, countless times denser than the wind they had just had.

The enemy also has a large number of archers!!

As soon as they thought about this, they didn't even have much time to judge where these arrows came from, in their sight, the sky had been occupied by arrows, and some of them reacted quickly, and immediately realized the great danger, and hid in a kick, hiding their bodies tightly under the belly of the horses, and there were horses with not very clever brains, but frantically 'pumping' horses, speeding up, trying to run out of the range of the bow and arrows.

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