Eighty paces away in battle, the battle relied only on individual talent and strength, and there was no formation to rely on. To drive and harass, the era without hussars could only rely on scouts.

Their task was not to send them to their deaths, but to find a way to disrupt the opponent's formation, create chaos before the charge, or lure the opposing infantry away from the line.

A young man from the Meteorite tribe who called fire took the first drop of blood, and he rushed to the front, killing a man with a bronze sword.

Fire is his name, but not a campfire that can be lit for warmth, but the name of a star in the sky. The names of the tribesmen began when the priests began to observe the stars, and gradually named them after various stars.

That star always glows fiery red and is bright. Every year when the peaches were ripe, the star with the same name would appear and set in the west at dusk, and the people would find that the weather would gradually get cooler from that time onwards.

At this point, the fire kicked away the opponent who had been stabbed to death, and placed the iron sword on the ground with his feet straight.

During the fight, the opponent's copper sword broke, and he took the opportunity to stab the iron sword into the opponent's ribs, and when he pulled it out, he found that his iron sword was bent in the fight just now.

After stepping on the straight, he found that he was only eighty paces away from the opposing formation, and a few steps further, his spear could be thrown into the enemy.

Even if only one died, the opponent's neat military formation would not be so neat, and in the chaos, his own people would have a chance to avoid those feathered arrows and rush closer.

Like a dense herd of deer, even a tiger will be torn apart by the belly of the top before there is chaos, and those hunters who go to cause chaos must be the best and most cunning.

Picking up the spear on the ground and running forward with a roar, he saw that the archers on the opposite side were already a little panicked, some of them were looking back and seemed to be expecting the order to shoot arrows, some of them subconsciously retreated, and some of them pulled the arrows half apart and aimed them at him.

"Yes, yes! Let's mess up! ”

He shouted in his heart, with the power of running, his right hand was raised sideways, his body suddenly stopped, his right arm drew a perfect arc in the air, and when he was about to let go of the spear, there was a sharp pain in his chest.

The spear flew out crookedly, and Fire looked in horror at the feathered arrow that was still trembling in his chest, and tried to pull it out, his eyes looking around for who had killed him.

He thought it was someone in front of him, but it wasn't, but a scout on the side, holding a bow, pulled out the second full moon.

Fire looked at the flying feathered arrows, his mind turned very fast before he was dying, he thought, he was afraid that he was going to die, but the enemy was not in chaos.

The scout shot the fire, rushed to his side and cut off his head, hung the iron sword at his waist, rushed forward with the head on fire, took out his bow and arrows and shot two arrows at the chaotic enemy formation, lifted the fire hair, and threw the fire head into his people with all his might......

The brawl in front of the formation soon ended, and eight of the twenty members of the Meteorite Clan died, and the rest ran back to their own formation. Chen Jian's clansmen controlled the front of the formation, and nine people died, but the goal had been achieved, and the military formation was not in the slightest confusion.

Your scouts are constantly harassing the opponent's formation with bows and arrows, or throwing the enemy's head at them, constantly provoking and harassing, slowing down the speed of their movement.

The distance between the main forces of the two sides was only one hundred and eighty paces, and the pace of the Meteorite tribe had significantly accelerated, and some distance further, the bow and arrow had already been able to shoot, and there was no way to restrain the pace without long-term training.

Because of the harassment of the scouts, the originally flat front became a slash, and the tribe opposite Chen Jian was much faster than the rest, because there was no harassment in front of them.

Chen Jian listened to the uneven pace on the other side, estimated the distance, and beat the war drum.

The scouts withdrew, and the archers in the front row on the left flank bent their bows, their feathered arrows mounted, and began the first round of throwing with their perceived elevation angles.

The distance was too far for almost no lethal effect, and only three or four people were shot.

But Jian Chen's desired goal was achieved, and at the moment when the feather arrow fell, the pace on the opposite side was significantly doubled, and several tribes holding stone spears had already broken away from the protection of the left and right flanks and rushed forward.

The team, which was originally like a hemp rope, has become a sawtooth at this time, with a front and a back.

Chen Jian looked at the one hundred and thirty people around him, pulled out Wu Feng, and shouted, "Forward!" ”

The clansman who had been waiting for a long time took a step and advanced towards the enemy faster than usual, and he walked on the far right of the line, advancing much faster, and the clansmen were able to keep up with their pace.

At this time, the distance is only one hundred and fifty steps, and even if Luoxing finds that his main force is on the right, he will not be able to change the formation, and he will soon be engaged with the enemy, and now the change of formation will only cause chaos.

The tribe facing Chen Jian began to approach, and the number was about a hundred, only a few people were holding iron tools, and the rest were stone tools. Their task was originally to delay Chen Jian and others to support the left wing, but now they have become a breakthrough for Chen Jian to open.

When he got close to fifty paces, Chen Jian restrained his clansmen and slowed down his pace, there were already people throwing javelins on the opposite side, there were not many of them, and they were not neat, two people were stabbed, and the two squads behind him immediately filled their positions.

Woo......

The ocarina blows, and more than 30 archers such as wolf skin quickly draw arrows, and the distance of forty or fifty paces can be completely shot by the archers who have trained for most of the year.

Collapse......

The bows and arrows rang out almost simultaneously, and at the moment when the opposite side was about to charge, more than a dozen people were hit by arrows. The second round of feathered arrows was also fired quickly.

The originally dense formation was quickly shot out of the gap by these two rounds of feather arrows and became sparse.

The moment the feather arrows flew out, twenty sword and shield soldiers ran forward at the same time, threw their throwing spears, and rushed out shouting.

At thirty paces, his speed was increased to the maximum, and a sword and shield soldier held a bronze sword, shielded his body with a leather shield, and rushed into the gap where he was shot with spears and arrows.

He bumped into a person, stepped on that person's body, blocked the stone axe smashed in front of him, and the bronze sword stabbed the opponent in the chest, and he had only one belief in his mind, rushing forward, passing through the opponent's formation, and forming a team behind.

He didn't care about the enemies behind him, because the spearmen were right behind him, and they would rush in through the gap and attack the sparse crowd.

The spearmen were in a team of five, and they no longer needed to be level, like wooden wedges, wedged into the gap that the sword and shield soldiers rushed out.

The spearmen stabbed the enemies they could see, the bronze spear tip was sharpened, the feeling of piercing into the body was completely different from that of a stone spear, the short hand would protect their flanks, they only needed to concentrate on dealing with the enemy in front of them, and the comrades next to them were their own brothers, so they didn't need to worry about anything.

Almost as soon as the spearmen met the enemy, the team of the hundred and ten men had already collapsed, and it was no longer a battle at all, but a massacre.

Two rounds of feather arrows and one round of spears, coupled with the charge of the sword and shield soldiers, had already killed a small half of the people, and this kind of instant death was shocking.

Like a wild cat jumping into a bird's nest, these men threw down their weapons and fled, completely losing their will.

The gap between organized and unorganized is not something that can be bridged by will and bravery.

Jian Chen quickly blew the pottery whistle, forbidding the pursuit, and immediately regrouped the team, the defeated team was completely incapable of fighting, and there was no need to waste time for them.

There were dozens of corpses lying on the ground at their feet, and a few seriously injured people were crawling into the distance, similar to a worm in the eyes of the tribesmen, and there was no time to step on them.

When the commander heard the pottery whistle, he called out to his soldiers, and if he did not obey the order to pursue the commander to sit together, it would not be pleasant to be whipped.

It's just that they were amazed at the speed of the other party's collapse, and many of them had no enemies around them before they had blood on their spears. The enemy is like a rabbit being chased by a wolf cub, running in no direction.

While the team was in place, the sword and shield soldiers retrieved their throwing spears and quickly lined up.

Chen Jian looked at the left side, because of his own forward departure and the delay of the scouts, the time for his side to meet the enemy was seventy or eighty steps earlier than his left flank, and the time difference had already been beaten.

Not daring to waste time, he quickly turned his ranks to the left, and by this time one hundred and thirty men under his command were already in the left rear of the enemy.

Raised Wu Feng again, calculated the distance and bevel of travel, and pointed in one direction and shouted, "Forward!" ”

With the excitement of just winning, the re-aligned team followed in the footsteps of Jian Chen, and marched into the battlefield again with fast but not chaotic steps.

Eighty steps forward, two hundred and fifty steps horizontally, the square plus the hypotenuse of the square is 255 steps, and the speed of travel is about 70 steps per minute.

If the falling star doesn't make any adjustments, the eighty paces that the Meteorite clan has to rush, counting the two tribes to be defeated, only need to hold on to the left flank for five to seven minutes.