"Mom, sister, just wait for the good news of my meritorious service." Batu cheered himself up in his heart, made up his mind, and then his right hand, which was holding the saber, seemed to be tighter.

Soon, the recruits of the three regiments knew that they were not facing a drill, but a real battle, and the six thousand soldiers suppressed the excitement in their hearts and turned it into motivation, one by one with wide eyes and clenched hands, hoping that the enemy would appear in front of them in the next moment, and let them kill one of them.

"A regiment of recruits, come with me to get bows and arrows. Start with a battalion and a company, follow me. The voice of the head of the regiment came out in the silence of the night. A group of soldiers followed the voice and followed the shadow straight to the carriage behind them. They are in charge of escorting supplies, such as bows and arrows and other necessities, not only all, but also a lot of them.

Three regiments of recruits went into action. Lu Zhuo also walked to the side of the three battalion commanders under him, "You guys should also go down and prepare." We've cleared a chunk of snow from here, just enough for the cavalry to spread, and when the enemy is overwhelmed by the bow and arrows, you'll hear the charge and you'll rush out. Remember, 6,000 recruits are watching you, don't discredit our 2nd Regiment with a disgrace. ”

Listening to Lu Zhuo's instructions, the three battalion commanders said in unison, "Regiment commander, please rest assured, it depends on our next performance." ”

From receiving the news of the enemy attack to the pre-battle preparations, neither Lu Zhuo nor his three battalion commanders showed any sense of panic. Everything is as Yang Chendong said, we must maintain a heart of battle at any time, only in this way can we calmly and unpanickedly when the war comes.

The mercenary camp was ready to meet the enemy, and not far away, after a quarter of an hour or more, Plato finally appeared with five thousand horsemen leading his horse.

If they abandon their horses, they will probably save more than half of their time, and then the mercenaries will not have time to assemble and prepare. It's a pity that Plato missed the golden time to attack, and now that he has appeared, he has become a living target.

The second reinforced cavalry regiment was not equipped with muskets, and it could not achieve the ability to kill the enemy from a distance. But a strong bow and fifty arrows on each of them still gave them great confidence.

Plato finally appeared, and also found the mercenary tent that could be seen from afar. But what puzzled him was that it was obviously dark in the vicinity, and there was not even a single torch, giving people the feeling of a dead account.

The scene in front of him gave Plato a bad feeling, but he had already rushed here, and he had to send it. He could even feel a pair of eyes staring at his side in the darkness, but he still gave the order to charge.

"Everyone, abandon their horses and charge with infantry instead. The time has come to defeat the mercenaries and raise the prestige of our Tatar cavalry. Holding his saber aloft in his hand and a small wooden shield in his left hand, Plaa gave the order for the army to charge.

"Kill!" The five thousand Tatar soldiers, under the orders of the commander, all shouted loudly, and then rushed straight ahead like a tide. In the dark, black as water, it gives a majestic and infinite momentum.

In the mercenary barracks, there was darkness. Under Lu Zhuo's orders, all the torches were extinguished. And after squatting for a few minutes, everyone's eyes had returned to their original state, and they could see the enemy from afar. When they saw that there were so many enemies that seemed to have no end, many recruits began to break out in a cold sweat on their foreheads, bodies, and palms.

Although it is said that their usual training is based on actual combat, and even in the short period of more than two months of recruit training, they have conducted several military confrontation exercises, but after all, the exercises are exercises and cannot be taken seriously. Where is it like this time, facing a real enemy, and if you are not careful, you may die here?

Everyone understands that if you fight, you will die. The difference is who will die.

"Be calm, calm down, take a deep breath, think about the relatives in our family who are looking forward to the good news, think about the good future, look at the goal, adjust your breathing, and prepare to release the arrow!" Mixed with a large number of veterans, squad leaders and deputy squad leaders among the recruits, they felt the changes in the recruits, and they kept speaking and cheering.

One voice after another sounded, making the originally tense and restless recruit barracks much quieter. By this time, the Tatar soldiers had rushed to a position eighty meters in front of the barracks, which had already entered the range of bows and arrows.

"Shoot the arrows!" A loud shout suddenly came, it was the voice of the commander of the first regiment of recruits. Accompanying him was the voice of the second and third commanders of the recruits.

Out of instinct, as soon as the voice fell, an unknown number of bows and arrows burst out of the air and shot straight into the camp of Tatar soldiers rushing from the opposite side.

Ding-dong, ding-dong...

The sound of arrows breaking through the air, the sound of landing, and the sound of hitting the weapon of the shield sounded one after another, which was very lively.

A wave of 6,000 bows and arrows shot out, and they hit the Tatar soldiers head-on, and for a while I don't know how many black shadows fell to the ground, and at least no less than 300 people suffered various arrow wounds of varying degrees.

"The effect is good, come again, release the arrow!" Seeing that 6,000 bows and arrows were fired, but only 300 enemies were killed and wounded, the commander of the new regiment couldn't help but lament in his heart, the new soldiers were still new soldiers, and they were still too nervous, so that most of them did not play to their original level.

The voice of encouragement sounded, compared to just now, some of the recruits had begun to gradually get used to it, and when they took out their bows and arrows from the quiver again, their hands were not as shaky as before, and their eyes became much calmer at this moment.

"Haha, see no, recruits are recruits after all, so they can't hurt us, what are you afraid of, let's kill together." Plato was protected by a group of personal soldiers, and when the bow and arrow came from afar, he was either a shield or a meat shield in front of him, so that not only was he unwound in a wave, but even none of the personal soldiers who were protecting his safety were injured.

This result naturally made him overjoyed, and instantly burst with self-confidence, shouting loudly, cheering up the soldiers below, and at the same time speeding up the pace and speed of the impact.

It was true that there were recruits on the other side, and most of them did not go to the battlefield, but do not forget that they had been training in the mercenary camp for two months. Originally, it was screened out by more than tens of thousands of young adults, and the foundation was originally good, and with hard training, their strength has changed qualitatively in a very short period of time.

The first wave of bows and arrows didn't play well, just because they were too nervous for the first time, but when they let go of that tension, when they picked up the hard bow, many warriors had already entered the state, they opened one eye, aimed at the target with one eye closed, adjusted their breathing, and then the long arrow shot out, flying away like a meteor.

Once in the groove, the advantage of the bow attack began to be revealed, and even if only one-sixth of the six thousand soldiers hit the target, the result was terrifying. By the time they fell into the Tatar army, the result was that more and more soldiers were shot with bows and arrows and fell in the way of the charge.

"Good! Well shot! Seeing the enemy falling to the ground in pieces, and there were less than six out of ten who could really rush to the front, the regiment commander Lu Zhuo laughed. Come on, blow the trumpet, it's time for us to fight back. ”

Toot Toot ......Toot

The loud horn of the charge has sounded, and with this exciting sound, thousands of war horses suddenly rushed out on the left and right sides of the battlefield, and the high-speed war horses flew in the heavy snow, bringing up one after another white snowflakes, and correspondingly, the red blood mixed with the white snow.

The snow had just fallen around the camp that had already been cleared of snow, and it could not stop the horses from galloping in this area. And under the impact of the high-speed war horse, when the volley of the saber fell from the height, I don't know how many heads flew up on the ground, and I don't know how much blood was sprinkled across the earth at this moment.

The accuracy of the bow and arrow improved, and there was the sudden attack of the war horse, and the Tatar army at this moment had a feeling of being stunned.

Why, when a bow and arrow that was originally just a façade can be shot so accurately? Why is the frequency of bow attacks getting faster? Why can the opposing cavalry gallop at will on the snowy ground? Why...

There are so many whys, but no one is going to answer them anymore. Some are just the constant wailing of companions' shouts, cries, and cries for help.

"General, let's withdraw, we have already lost forty percent of our combat strength, if we don't withdraw again, I'm afraid we won't be able to withdraw." Seeing that more and more of his companions were being cut to the ground, and seeing that the number of soldiers around him was getting smaller and smaller, a commander in the army ran to Plata's side, crying.

Plato still has a trace of unwillingness, he has not really fought with the opponent's recruits, I believe that if they can fight in close combat, their advantages will definitely be highlighted, which is why he dares to take 5,000 soldiers to fight against 8,000 mercenaries.

It's just that the situation on the battlefield no longer allows him to do this, because if he continues to fight, I am afraid that as the commander said, he will no longer have the possibility of escaping. At that time, even if the recruits who had suffered a heavy blow to the mercenaries, what could they do?

Gritting his teeth, his face was unwilling, and after several consecutive changes, Plato finally gritted his teeth and gave an order, "Withdraw!" Fight and retreat, and if the opponent dares to rush over, fight back with all your strength when you reach a place where the snow is thick. ”