The sharp arrow array fiercely plunged into the Hun army.

The sudden change made all the Huns only think about escaping.

Frontal combat.

It was not the strong point of the Huns.

What they are best at has always been the kind of safari tactics of the Guerrilla Army.

Use the horse's mobility to achieve results.

It's just that these are all jokes in front of Zhang Qi.

The five or six generations of horses that were bred based on riding and cutting war horses are not comparable to the war horses of the current era or even the future era.

Their speed, stamina, and guts are all top-notch enough to break through the table.

"Wind!"

The young rider rests his legs on the stirrups and straightens them.

With a spear in his hand, he picked off a Hun who had just climbed on a grassland war horse.

Then the war horse, which cooperated with the rider, stepped on the horse's hoof, and the horse's shoe with the horseshoe fell on the Huns.

The latter spat blood from his mouth and whimpered in the blink of an eye.

"Good wind! Keep up with you! ”

The Law of Sighs –

The horse never slowed down, and remained side by side with its own kind.

The fanaticism revealed in the young rider's eyes, staring at the man in front of him who swept left and right, bringing a rain of blood.

A bone arrow swooped in and slammed into the rider's right arm.

The bone arrow shattered, and the shaft struck sideways before falling to the ground.

"Look for death!"

The young rider glared angrily in the direction the arrow had come from.

The one who knows the way in his left hand takes the spear, and then swipes it around his waist with his right hand.

A short axe with a cold-edged sharp axe blade and a pronounced sharp angle appeared in his hand.

The horse kept pointing forward, he held his breath and threw his right hand hard.

Bang.

The throwing hatchet was embedded in the head of the Hun who had just dared to shoot an arrow at him.

"Color!"

The colleague who was attacking the inner ring of the cavalry on his side couldn't help but cheer at him.

The young rider nodded at his colleague and continued to dive into the kill.

The outside of the battlefield.

The guerrillas who were pulling away in the left and right directions were raining arrows at the moment.

Every heavy arrow is a waste, but they don't care, and Zhang Qi doesn't care.

The purpose of this battle is to solve the problem quickly.

Kill the enemy quickly, how much to kill is not the point, the point is to let this group of Huns flee in fear.

As it turned out, Zhang Qi was right.

Under such violent onslaught, these Huns had no intention of resisting.

The 100,000 Hun army has been broken up under the bite of Zhang Qi's wolf pack.

This can't be blamed on the Huns, but the position of the Huns today is changed with the Han army.

In the case that the Han army did not make a defensive posture in advance, if you let the Han army come, the Han army will also collapse.

Of course, the Han army would not have collapsed as completely as the Huns.

The advantage of multiple arms is that they can make restraint measures, rather than being completely numb like the pure cavalry Huns.

The Huns scattered and fled.

The 100,000-strong army disappeared in an instant.

Only a large number of Hun corpses and steppe war horses remained on the ground.

The escape of the Huns is what Zhang Qi wants to see, but in order to prevent these hyenas from gathering and coming back, Zhang Qi's butcher knife still can't stop.

"No need to take prisoners today, kill the enemy, kill the enemy!"

In a quarter of an hour, the officers and men of the Liaodong Army fought bravely, and there was no opponent in front of them.

Two quarters of an hour into the battle, the soldiers who were at the blade of the Blade Array had already changed a batch, and the first ones had already entered the Blade Array.

Three quarters of an hour into the engagement.

The dust settled.

The unburned bonfire smoked green smoke.

The native yellow meadows have been stained red with blood.

Even Zhang Qi.

My hands are shaking a little at the moment.

A quarter of an hour and fifteen minutes.

Such a high-intensity fight lasted forty-five minutes, and even an iron man could not stand it.

But he knew it wasn't time to rest.

Looking at the corpses of the Huns on the ground, you can roughly guess the number of no less than eight thousand without counting.

"Collect the corpses of comrades, count the casualties, and behead the corpses of the Huns on the ground."

"Tsukikyo Temple!"

"Let those wild dogs not dare to come one step further!"

"No!"

Turn over and dismount.

Zhang Qi let go of the painting dragon Qingtian halberd that he had been holding tightly, and in the end, his halberd shaft was slippery, if it weren't for the effect of increasing friction in his hand armor, he might not be able to hold the halberd.

The white tassel used to prevent blood from wetting the halberd rod has been completely beaten into a ball of blood, and blood is constantly dripping downward.

Zhang Qi lifted the mask on his face, and the fresh air touched his face, making him feel comfortable.

As a improvised shock cavalry.

The performance of the Liaodong Army today has exceeded Zhang Qi's expectations, but he did not expect that the Liaodong Army, which accounts for only a small part of the daily riding training, will not show much weaker combat effectiveness than the Eagle Strike Army of the shock cavalry after being armed with appropriate equipment.

It's not in vain that he has worked hard with the Liaodong Army when he has nothing to do all these years.

The officers and men of the Liaodong Army seized the time to rest.

This time, the guerrilla army, who didn't exert much effort, cleaned up the battlefield.

The casualties on Zhang Qi's side were not large, although the number of people on both sides combined was more than 100,000, but there were only 10,000 or 20,000 people who really attacked.

Coupled with the advanced nature of the ordnance, except for a few unlucky people who were injured by themselves, there were no sacrificed soldiers.

That is, the Huns.

If it was replaced by the Han army, sufficient iron weapons would still be able to hurt the soldiers under Zhang Qi's command.

So although the Huns who are stirring up the situation are now being blown away, Zhang Qi still has not relaxed much.

Because the big ones are still to come.

Cleaning up the blood stains on his body.

The guerrilla army beheaded a corpse of a Huns, and then wounded on the way to Juyanze, and stationed a Jingguan.

The faces of the tragic deaths lost a trace of brilliance.

They just looked at it.

Looking.

Eventually, it will be reduced to a meal for scavengers on the grasslands.

The bodies were piled together.

With Zhang Qi here, this army will not lack anything.

No baggage team in this world can compare to Zhang Qi.

Putting aside the worthless combat effectiveness, Zhang Qi's greatest use is the transport team on the battlefield.

Molotov cocktails were put in one after the other.

A raging fire burned.

It smells of disgusting burning.

It's almost time to rest.

Zhang Qi reorganized the army again.

And in Juyanze.

Wei Qing's face was calm!

"Build a village on the spot, and the chariots will go outward, but whenever the Huns appear, give priority to blocking the enemy, and do not pursue!"

Probably with the blessing of the gods, Wei Qing did not choose to attack the remaining guerrilla army in Juyanze at the first time, but chose to build fortifications in situ.

This is not that Wei Qing does not dare to fight to the death with the Guyi Army, but this is his most clever step.

It is known that there are not many Guerrilla troops left.

He naturally wanted to seize the opportunity to carry forward the most skillful positional warfare of the Han army.

Ju Yanze is so big, if he wants to fight with the guerrilla army, it is impossible to catch up.

But if the Han army has a firm foothold in Juyanze.

The offensive and defensive posture is about to change!

"But Zhongqing, what about the grain and grass!"

(End of chapter)