How is it possible, it can't be!

Pimple Li opened his eyes wide, and watched the young horseman fall straight in front of him, and the feeling in his heart could not be described in words.

He pulled out a falling feather arrow not far from the ground and swiped it in his hand.

At this moment, he seemed to understand everything.

The arrows used by the Han army were not only much heavier than ordinary arrows, but also the shooting method was a projectile developed to increase the distance of the bow.

The advantage of this shooting method is that it can shoot far and has greater lethality, but the disadvantages are also extremely obvious and the accuracy is insufficient.

The Xianbei cavalry who rushed in front fell off their horses because of the hidden iron thistle, and the cavalry in the rear saw it, and they turned around in place and did not dare to act rashly.

With such a large pile of live targets, five thousand arrows in volley, even a blind man could hit a large part of him.

The Xianbei horsemen brandished their scimitars on horseback, trying to block the arrows fired by the Han army.

The rain of arrows rained wave after wave, and more and more Xianbei people fell to the ground.

"General, the arrows of the Han army are too fierce, and we have suffered many casualties, are we advancing or retreating?" The lieutenant rolled over to Pimple's side and asked aloud eagerly.

Advance or retreat?

This is undoubtedly another big problem for Pimple Li.

He really wanted to run to the commander of the Han army, but who knew how many vicious thistles were hidden in the remaining hundred or so steps?

If he orders a retreat, then even if he is completely lost, plus he is a general, how can he gain a foothold under Budugen in the future.

After hesitating, Qi Li thought of a compromise solution.

"Adjutant General, you quickly return to the main army, report everything here to the king, whether to advance or retreat, and ask him to decide." Pimple Li lifted the long knife and blocked two arrows for the lieutenant general, as a vanguard general, he must be on the front line of the battlefield.

The lieutenant took the order, grabbed the horse of one of the horsemen, and hurried back.

The Xianbei people are in a dilemma, and the Han army is naturally popular.

"General Gao, when did you sprinkle these thistles?" The anger on Fang Yue's face was long gone, and he came to Gao Shun's side with great curiosity, and even changed his title back to 'General Gao'.

"How can I have this kind of wisdom, this is what the gentleman asked the wolf to ride the camp to spread." Gao Shun told the truth, admiring the seemingly idle young Confucian from the bottom of his heart, perhaps from the moment the snow fell, he had already expected everything.

"It's him."

Fang Yue muttered, looking at the feather arrows flying in the sky one after another, and complained with some dissatisfaction: "This wave is five thousand arrows, and only three or five hundred people have fallen from the Xianbei people, so this hit rate is inevitably too low." After shooting 200,000 arrows, it is estimated that he can only hurt him, which is not cost-effective. ”

The Xianbei soldier who was shot by the arrow feather covered his wounds and wailed in pain on the ground.

Gao Shun saw the terrible tragic situation in his eyes, without a trace of pity, and said in a muffled voice: "If 200,000 arrows can replace 20,000 cavalry, it will not be a loss." ”

200,000 heavy arrows for 20,000 cavalry, isn't this a loss? You know, the cost of one heavy arrow is equivalent to the sum of five ordinary arrows.

Fang Yue's face was full of question marks, he really couldn't figure it out.

Now that there is the suppression of the thistle, then wait for the Xianbei people's army to dispatch with peace of mind, and when several waves of salvos come down, the casualties of the Xianbei people will definitely be several times that of now.

Why didn't Gao Shun wait any longer, and even ordered the archers to speed up, eager to shoot the remaining arrows faster.

What the hell was going on in his head!

Fang Yue's words came to his lips, but he swallowed them back.

At the same time, the lieutenant of the pimple Li rushed back to Budugen as quickly as possible, and reported the battle situation in front of him truthfully.

Bu Dugen's style of acting has always been decisive and swift, after hearing that Qi Li was restrained by the iron thistle buried by the Han people, he immediately recruited another tiger general, "Dagor, this king ordered you to lead 15,000 horsemen to reinforce Qi Li, remember, the formation should not be too loose, with twenty or thirty horsemen as a row, launch a sharp knife-shaped stab charge." ”

"Dagore commanded!"

The man in the yellow-spotted tiger skin armor clenched his fist to his chest, then turned his head and shouted at the cavalry behind him: "Wolf cubs, take thirty people in a row, follow me to break the Han army formation on the opposite side!" ”

"Kill!" More than 10,000 horsemen behind him roared angrily, riding their horses and raising their swords.

The Xianbei people once again dispatched 15,000 horsemen and rushed towards the Han army.

Gao Shun, who was sitting in the Chinese army, saw it from afar, and he still had the same wooden face that had not changed for thousands of years, and muttered to himself: "These Xianbei barbarians have a bit of brains, and they have found a flaw so quickly." ”

Fang Yue saw the Xianbei people's cavalry formation, his face changed slightly, and he took the initiative to suggest to Gao Shun: "General Gao, the Xianbei people are advancing in a row of twenty or thirty horsemen, and while narrowing the scope of the attack, it greatly enhances its follow-up impact ability. Its momentum is too fierce, and the crossbowmen and foot soldiers in front of our army will definitely not be able to stop it, so it is better to avoid its edge for the time being. ”

As for the thistles that lay the ground, the Xianbei people rushed through in waves, and at most they could only injure a few dozen of his war horses, which could not pose a huge threat like before.

Gao Shun didn't nod, and asked Fang Yue instead: "Where did General Fang's courage go just now?" ”

Fang Yuejun's face flushed, and his face was embarrassed.

He originally wanted to fight, but considering the thistle terrestris in the snow, he didn't know where to bury it, so he decisively gave up this idea, in case his favorite horse hurt his foot, it would be more than worth the loss, and he couldn't cry at that time.

It's always a little bit of time, and it's very angry.

Give me another hour and I'll be done,,,

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The Xianbei people once again dispatched 15,000 horsemen and rushed towards the Han army.

Gao Shun, who was sitting in the Chinese army, saw it from afar, and he still had the same wooden face that had not changed for thousands of years, and muttered to himself: "These Xianbei barbarians have a bit of brains, and they have found a flaw so quickly." ”

Fang Yue saw the Xianbei people's cavalry formation, his face changed slightly, and he took the initiative to suggest to Gao Shun: "General Gao, the Xianbei people are advancing in a row of twenty or thirty horsemen, and while narrowing the scope of the attack, it greatly enhances its follow-up impact ability. Its momentum is too fierce, and the crossbowmen and foot soldiers in front of our army will definitely not be able to stop it, so it is better to avoid its edge for the time being. ”

As for the thistles that lay the ground, the Xianbei people rushed through in waves, and at most they could only injure a few dozen of his war horses, which could not pose a huge threat like before.

Gao Shun didn't nod, and asked Fang Yue instead: "Where did General Fang's courage go just now?" ”

Fang Yuejun's face flushed, and his face was embarrassed.

He originally wanted to fight, but considering the thistle terrestris in the snow, he didn't know where to bury it, so he decisively gave up this idea, in case his favorite horse hurt his foot, it would be more than worth the loss, and he couldn't cry at that time.