Chapter 472: Wind Blade Wolf Fang

The archers of the Flying Bear Army kept firing arrows while retreating, but the speed at which they fired arrows could not keep up with the speed of Yanyunzhai's light cavalry. And after the camp gate was slammed open, most of the soldiers in the Flying Bear Army still hadn't reacted to what was happening. They didn't know that yesterday, the 30,000 elite soldiers of Yanyunzhai had already arrived at a hill that was only more than 200 miles away from them, and they couldn't imagine that the lord of Yanyunzhai, Li Xian, the king of Yan, would only take 3,000 light horsemen to travel more than 200 miles in one night, and immediately launched an attack on them without making the slightest rest.

Without warning, before the flying bear could understand what was happening, it had already cut through the thickest and toughest skin of the flying bear, and then the knife stabbed into the flying bear's sturdy body without the slightest pause.

The light cavalry that broke into the camp maintained a formation as sharp as a boning knife, and after following Li Xian to ruthlessly tear a layer of flesh from the flying bear, as the knife-like formation went deeper and deeper, the bloody hole was torn bigger and bigger, and became more and more hideous.

Cheng Zhijie followed Li Xian's side closely, and his war horse always maintained a distance half a body behind the big black horse. Use the long lance in his hand to block all the dangers on Li Xian's side, and he can also take the time to stab the soldiers of the Flying Bear Army who killed him to death. The spear in his hand was three feet long, and it could easily cut through the thick leather armor on the soldiers' bodies, and it was easier to cut the throats of the soldiers of the Flying Bear Army, and the lance swept through the neck with the weakest defense, as easy as cutting through a piece of tofu.

His long lance slanted downward and pinpointedly into the heart of a Flying Bear Brigade, and he paused backwards to eliminate the shock force from the lance. Then, with the help of the inertia of the war horse rushing forward, the long lance was picked upward, and the tough lance was quickly straightened after bending, and the corpse hanging on the lance was immediately ejected into the air. Before this brigade rate landed, he had lost his life after being pierced through the heart.

A feather arrow shot on Cheng Zhijie's shoulder, although the strength of the feather arrow shot from sixty steps away was not weak, but it still failed to tear through the refined iron armor on Cheng Zhijie's body, the arrow cluster rubbed a spark on the iron armor, and then stuck in the gap between the shoulder armor and the breastplate, the feather arrow hung there, and shook up and down with Cheng Zhijie's movements, and collided with the iron armor to make a crackling sound.

Half of Cheng Zhijie's body was in front of him, the blood mist that spilled out after the black knife cut through the enemy's body spread out, and Cheng Zhijie's visor was already covered with a layer of blood-red color. He didn't know that this was the first blood mist to explode in front of him, nor did he know how many human heads had been separated under that black knife. He only knew one thing, and that was that when it came to killing, although his horse lance was fast and sharp enough, it was still too slow compared to the black knife that had fallen into the devil.

He fought hard to kill all the enemies who threatened Li Xian's safety from the side, bathing in the blood mist that Li Xian poured out when he killed. He even had an illusion in the thickening blood mist that the black-armored young man in front of him was a black dragon churning and rushing through the sea of blood.

"Brother Cheng!"

Just as he was in a trance, he heard the familiar shouts again.

Before Li Xian became king, the cheerful young man always called him that. But since Li Xian became king, Cheng Zhijie no longer refused to accept Li Xian's affectionate title. As Li Xian said, everyone needs to have a sense of awe, and now Li Xian is His Royal Highness King Yan, he is a subordinate, and he must maintain a heart of awe.

It was in the midst of this blood mist that he heard the familiar name again.

"Brother Cheng, don't follow me, you take half of the cavalry to kill in the northwest direction, I will lead people to kill in the north direction, let's split the Xia army camp!"

King Yan still calls me Brother Cheng! King Yan is still the same brother from before!

Cheng Zhijie's heart warmed, and he agreed loudly, and then took three regiments of cavalry out of the team, and stabbed in the northwest direction. At this moment, his heart was full of pride and blood.

In order to ensure the suddenness of the camp this time, after Li Xian and Cheng Zhijie and others discussed, they deliberately took the cavalry out for more than ten miles, bypassing the camp of the Flying Bear Army and attacking from the east.

The separated light horse was like a steel fork, stabbing into the chest of the flying bear.

A hard lance stabbed straight at Li Xian's face, his body dodged to the side, the black knife was on the hard lance, with the help of the inertia of the big black horse rushing forward, the black knife quickly found an arm along the lance, the blade cut the hand holding the lance, several bloody fingers slipped off and fell to the ground, and then, the black knife cut open the soldier's breastplate and cut a huge hideous opening.

In the wailing of the soldier, the black knife in Li Xian's hand had already slashed towards the next enemy.

Cavalry charges, each person has only one chance to strike at the previous enemy, whether they can kill the other or not, they must leave the other behind. This is what Li Xian strictly ordered the cavalry to do, no matter whether they can kill the other party with one blow or not, they can't make up for the second sword. The enemies left behind will naturally have companions behind to deal with, but if they stop, the formation and speed of the entire cavalry charge will be affected.

"Don't try to kill, rush forward! Hasten! Just rush forward! ”

The captains, brigade leaders, and captains loudly reminded their cavalry, and they reminded the soldiers to stay in formation while killing people.

It was too fast, and the speed at which Yan Yun's light cavalry advanced after entering the Flying Bear Army camp was too fast.

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When Liu Heimin rushed out of his big tent, Yan Yun's light cavalry had already entered the camp of the Flying Bear Army. Seeing the panicked scene in front of him for the first time, Liu Heimin couldn't even believe his eyes.

How can it be!

How is this possible!

After many years, he saw the black-armored light rider holding the red battle flag again. He knew the power of Yan Yun Zhai's light cavalry, and he knew that once Yan Yun Qing cavalry was allowed to keep this speed and rush forward, no one would be able to stop them. If you don't stop it, when Yan Yun's light cavalry cuts half of the camp, even if Sun Wu reincarnates Zhuge and has no power to return to the sky.

"Spearmen!"

Liu Heimin roared loudly: "Blow the horn!" Let the spearmen go up! ”

He shouted loudly as he asked his soldiers to lead his horses.

If you want to stop the forward pace of the light cavalry, you can only rely on the spearmen to assemble and form a phalanx, relying on the sharpness and length of the spears, plus the thickness of the formation to grind down the speed of the light cavalry. At this time, Yan Yun's light cavalry rushed in not much deep, and Liu Heimin knew that he still had a chance to redeem it.

His time in Yanyun Village was not short, and he knew that Li Xian's favorite and best use was light cavalry. So he worked hard and carefully studied how to deal with the light cavalry led by Li Xian himself. He pondered for a long time, not once, but for a certain period of time, he spent almost all day studying how to deal with Li Xian. But his conclusion was a little sad and sad, in the absence of heavy infantry, if you want to win by using infantry to resist Yanyun's light cavalry, you can only use human lives to fill it.

This conclusion had made him angry for a long time, and he knew the way Yan Yun Jing rode to fight. The various formations of the Central Plains cavalry and the wolf pack tactics of the steppe wolf cavalry were blended together, and the strengths of all parties were taken to finally form a tactic that brought the speed advantage of the light cavalry into full play. Once they are stuck by Yan Yun's light cavalry, those who are not suitable for this tactic will not be able to help even if they have five times more troops than the light cavalry. As long as Yan Yun's light cavalry doesn't stop, their enemies won't be able to find a chance to fight back!

If he wanted to defeat the Yanyun elite cavalry led by Li Xian himself with infantry, Liu Heimin calculated that at least five times more troops were needed, using archers and spearmen together, and piling up those damned cavalry who came and went like the wind with human lives.

Because of this, Liu Heimin developed a habit.

He was accustomed to having spearmen stationed at his side, rather than on the outskirts of the camp, as was customary. Because he understood one thing, scattering the spearmen on the periphery, if he was facing Yan Yunjing's cavalry, it didn't make any sense at all. Only by gathering the spearmen and grinding away the sharpness of Yan Yun's light cavalry with the thickness of the spearmen forming a spear formation, can they have a few chances of winning.

Liu Heimin jumped onto his horse and picked up his usual steel fork.

At this time, the two teams of Yan Yun's light cavalry were as sharp and fierce as the steel forks in his hands.

"Archer!"

Liu Heimin took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

"Straight ahead, one hundred and twenty paces, throw!"

He gave the order loudly.

The Flying Bear Army startled Wu Zhuo, thinking that he had misheard Liu Heimin's order.

"General...... One hundred and twenty throws, all ...... It's all our soldiers who have retreated. ”

"The kindness of a woman!"

Liu Heimin said angrily: "If we let the rout soldiers mess up the spearmen's gun formation, we will definitely lose!" Can't you see that if you don't stop it, Yan Yun Qingqi will already have the momentum of inverting the bead curtain, and at that time, the immortals will not be able to turn defeat into victory! ”

"The Admiral understands!"

Wu Zhuo was immediately shocked into a cold sweat when he heard Liu Heimin finish speaking, he had heard of the most sharp and domineering tactics of the light cavalry, but he had never seen it, if it wasn't for Liu Heimin's reminder, he wouldn't have thought of this layer at all.

"Archers release arrows!

Wu Zhuo ordered loudly: "No one is allowed to stop without my order!" ”

In an instant, the feather arrows densely covered the past, and the feather arrows were so dense that they even formed a large moving shadow on the ground. And where the shadows and feathered arrows coincided, there were countless routs of the Flying Bear Army. In just one round of arrow rain, hundreds of routed soldiers were shot to the ground by their comrades, and for a while, the sound of wailing and angry scolding resounded through the clouds.

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The Flying Bear Army's rapid defensive formation composed of archers and spearmen made Li Xian frown slightly, but he didn't have the slightest intention of slowing down. The big black horse neighed happily in the rain of blood, and it seemed to enjoy this bloody scene. The big black horse, which is covered in a layer of full armor, has almost no flaws on its body, which allows it to show its speed unscrupulously. Only such a majestic war horse can still be inferior to Yanyun in speed even after wearing heavy chain armor.

A large number of Flying Bear Army routs were shot to death by their robes, so much so that an open space appeared in front of Yan Yun's light horse. If they rush straight at this high speed, the light cavalry will crash headlong into the Flying Bear Army's spear formation, which has already bared out its fangs.

"Change the crossbow!"

Li Xian pushed the mask up and gave a loud order. Immediately, the cavalry behind him waved the banner conveying the military order. Behind the hula-la-trembling battle flag, the light cavalry quickly hung up their horizontal swords or lances, and took the repeater from their waists.

"Skim over!"

Li Xian held the black knife in his right hand, and raised the repeater with his left hand.

As the big black horse suddenly changed the direction of its advance, the light cavalry behind suddenly dodged to one side. The two light cavalry led by Li Xian and Cheng Zhijie separated on both sides like a turbulent flood hitting a boulder, and the two light cavalry swept past with the guns of the Flying Bear Army, one left and one right.

The flood water went around the boulder, but the waves still crashed against the boulder.

But there is no doubt that Li Xian's light cavalry is not a flood, and the spear array of the Flying Bear Army is not a boulder.

The waves were countless crossbow arrows that shot out.

Yan Yun's light horse, which rushed forward with the array of guns, unscrupulously pulled the mechanism of the repeater, unscrupulously poured the crossbow arrows in the crossbow box out, and unscrupulously harvested the lives of those stunned Flying Bear Army soldiers.

This is the true meaning of Yanyun's light cavalry combat, flexible, fast, sweeping like the wind, biting like a wolf.

No matter who the opponent is, it will also be cut by the wind blade, torn apart by the wolf's fangs, and the flesh and blood will be blurred.