The battlefield is changing rapidly.

When the two cavalry teams of more than 1,000 people on both sides pursued each other in front of the two armies and went deep into the distant wilderness.

From the two flanks in front of the Han army, three or five cavalry groups ranging in number from a few hundred to a thousand were again inclined out.

Obviously, the Han army had made up their minds to play a game of cavalry fighting and chasing with the Zhelan cavalry.

Moreover, the Zhelan cavalry can't play it.

If you don't play, the cavalry of the Han army will go to find trouble with your chrysanthemum.

There has never been an army that can resist an attack from the back when it has a strong enemy in front of it.

"It's too much of a deception!" King Zhelan bit his lip, and the green tendons on his forehead were exposed.

Never! Never! No cavalry has ever dared to provoke and insult Zhelan in front of Zhelan's big eagle banner!

"Since you want to seek death, then this king will fulfill you!" King Zhelan waved his horsewhip and pointed to his son: "Humei, you take your headquarters, go to the right flank, and have a good time with the cavalry attacking from the Han Dynasty!" ”

"Yes!" Prince Zhelan, named Kitsune, took out his knife and cut a scar on his cheek according to the tradition of Oriran, allowing blood to flow down.

Because, from the skills and tactics of the talented Han cavalry charging into battle, Hu Mei already knew that the cavalry in front of him was a respectable cavalry.

And for the Zhelan people, sending such an elite to hell represents the supreme glory!

"You are worthy of being me, the great prince of Zhelan, the sacrifice of Fox!" He turned on his horse and beckoned to his own cavalry: "Come with me!" ”

More than 1,000 horsemen thundered. Following his master, he randomly opened a formation. towards the right flank of the side, the left flank of the Han army. Pounced.

For these true elites of the Zhilan Headquarters, there is no cavalry in this world that can defeat them.

Such a thing is a fact that they proved with the blood of the soldiers of the Han Dynasty in the past, the cavalry of Donghu, Yueshi, and Wusun.

White-bladed charge, bare-chested fighting, this is what the Zhelan people do best and love most.

In their opinion, the cavalry of the Han Dynasty, who did not play with good riding and shooting, came to invite them to fight. It's just impatient.

"In the bones!" The king of Zhelan called out a name again.

When a burly strong man heard this, he came to the king of Zhelan, knelt down, kissed the earth, and said, "Master, what do you command?" ”

This strong man was unusually tall and burly.

He is nearly eight feet tall.

It is a well-known giant in the Huns.

At the same time, he is also the first warrior of the Zhelan tribe.

His appearance is very different from that of the Zhelan people, but his nose and eye sockets are the same as most of the Zhelan cavalry.

Apparently. It's a mixed race.

This nobleman named Zhelan in the Extravagant Bone is actually a slave.

Slave of King Zhelan.

In the steppe, slaves were also hierarchical.

The slaves of the court alone are inherently higher than the slaves of other tribes.

And the status and status of slaves directly subordinate to certain nobles are even higher than the clan status of some nobles.

It's like this extravagance. His master is the king of Zhelan, so in the Zhelan tribe. His status is even second only to the prince of the king of Zhelan.

"My faithful servant!" King Zhelan looked at his slave gently and said, "Take a thousand people with you." Go to the left flank and meet the Han cavalry who dare to approach. Twist their heads back for me! ”

"Dear master, as you wish!" He sneered and sneered.

As a result, from the left and right flanks of the Zhelan tribe's military array, two teams of cavalry also rushed out respectively to meet the Han cavalry who came out of the Han army formation.

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"I'm so confident!" Yi Zong stood in a chariot and watched from afar.

The facts are already obvious.

The king of Zhelan on the other side had already told him with his actions - how many people you send, how many people I send, only a little!

Is there a kind? If you have a kind, keep playing!

Yi Zong stroked the hilt of his sword and looked at the big sword on the other side.

Then, he took over the blank paper sent by more than a dozen Han army staff officers.

On the blank paper, there are still strings of numbers and calculations.

After reading the data and results on these papers, Yi Zong turned his head to look behind him and asked, "Cuirassier, how long will it take to enter the full speed charge?" ”

"General, we still need to advance two hundred steps, and our cuirassiers can enter the best charging distance!" A staff officer replied.

"Good!" Yi Zong smiled and turned back, he looked at the Hun Daxu in front of him, and thought in his heart: "I'm afraid you will cry soon......"

The innovation of technology and tactics was in the center of the Han Dynasty, and all the old equipment and tactics were eliminated.

In the past drills and deductions and calculations.

The newly equipped cavalry of the Han Army can fight three or even four in group battles.

Some people even shouted the slogan of 'one man should be five hu'.

As for the cuirassiers?

All those who have seen them charge have become the brains of the cuirass and the pumps.

"Beat the drums!" Yi Zong raised his hand and gave an order: "Cheer for our soldiers!" ”

On the battlefield in the distance, the Han cavalry in black military uniforms and the Zhelan cavalry wearing animal skins are like several huge waves that are distinct, competing on this wide battlefield.

To be reasonable, the Huns were more skilled in riding, more tacit in cooperation with men and horses, and more familiar with each other.

However, the Han army's riding skills and the cooperation of men and horses were barely strong, and they could only be regarded as qualified.

But......

In the face of new equipment and tactics, none of these shortcomings are worth having.

The drums are more rich and solemn.

Even, in the main formation of the Han army, hundreds of civilian soldiers selected from the examination of the scholars put down the calculation pen and abacus in their hands and began to sing sacred war songs.

"I'll get out of my car, and I'll be in the pasture. Since the Son of Heaven, it is said that I have come. Summoning his servant is called a load. How difficult it is for the king. "There is nothing more fitting for ......the battlefield in front of us than this classic poem."

In the chorus, the cavalry of the Han and Hungarian sides. The first contact began.

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The left flank of the Zhelan tribe.

The more than 1,000 elite horsemen led by the partridge and another Guduhou were divided into two groups and slowly caught up with the Han cavalry in front.

It's not because of how fast they are. Rather, it was because the Han riders on the opposite side were waiting for them in front.

The partridge even saw the Han rider in front of him, and after rounding a mountain, turned around and began to form a group.

He raised his hand, and the hundreds of horsemen under his command immediately slowed down and slowly stopped, like machines.

"So bold?" The partridge sneered inwardly.

He remembered the Han captives he had seen a few days ago in Wuzhou.

Well, the guts of the Han Chinese. It's really big.

In that situation, he still refused to give in and surrender, and still refused to bend his knees into slavery.

But......

"This is not the confidence that you can make enemies with me, the great Orilan Bone Marquis, and the Partridge" The Partridge sneered and pulled out the bronze collar he was carrying with him from his back.

This is the fighting artifact of the Zhelan cavalry.

In other tribes, this short spear is at best a throwing weapon.

But in the hands of the Zhelan, it became the king of a hundred soldiers.

In the Huns. There was no better soldier at wielding these short spears than the Zhelans.

Therefore, every Zhelan cavalry will carry three bronze collars with him.

Even. For the Zhelan cavalry, the bronze collar is more useful and powerful than the bow and arrow.

Shoot the bow right away. It is difficult to aim and hit the enemy.

But collars are different, collars do not need to be wound with a bow. As long as you throw it hard, you can inflict damage on enemies.

Even if you can't hurt the enemy. It can also disrupt the enemy's formation and create fighters for the subsequent hand-to-hand encounters.

Therefore, each of the cavalry under the partridge pulled out a spare bronze collar from behind his back, and at the same time grabbed the meteor hammer wrapped around his waist.

Every Zhelan cavalry can't wait to enjoy the upcoming bloody battles and white-knives exchanges.

For the people of Zhelan, this is the most wonderful thing in the world!

They just love to watch their enemies, the way they hit their heads and bleed, rolling on the ground, crying and wailing, and they love to watch their enemies smash their skulls, break bones, and cut off limbs little by little, when they spurt blood.

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On the opposite side of them were more than 500 cavalry of the Han army's southern army Zuo Sima.

Zuo Sima is a twenty-seven or eighteen-year-old man.

He is from Yongxian County, Guanzhong, where the Temple of the Five Emperors is located.

But he knew who his ancestors were.

"My ancestor is the boss of the Duke of Qin!" He took out the crossbow he was carrying at his waist and did one final check.

One hundred and fifty years ago, his ancestor, Qin Kai, the general of Yan State, commanded the Yan army, chased Donghu in the north, and expanded thousands of miles of land for Zhuxia.

Today, it is his turn to be a descendant of his ancestors, inherit the cause and great deeds of his ancestors, and continue to make contributions to Zhuxia.

He felt that the blood in his chest was boiling, and every cell was roaring: rush, rush, crush those Yidi!

"I am the left Sima Qin Mu of the Southern Army of the Great Han Dynasty, and Yi Di is killed!" After shouting these words in his heart, he grabbed the reins, took the crossbow machine, pointed forward, and ordered: "Gentlemen, make meritorious contributions, right now!" ”

He turned back to his subordinates and said, "We are the husbands of the Southern Army, and we must not lose to the Qiu Bamen of the Northern Army!" ”

"Wild boar shooting competition, start now!" He gave a loud order: "The whole army obeys my orders, spread out in a cone, and hunt freely in groups of three horsemen!" ”

"Wan Sheng! Wansheng! Wansheng! The soldiers raised their arms and shouted.

"For Your Majesty!" Qin Mu loosened the reins of the horse and took the lead in charging.

Behind him, his troops, according to the tactics they had trained in the past, opened up a three-layer battle formation and rushed towards the enemy a hundred paces ahead.

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At this moment, the Han army is under the control.

The chorus of civilian soldiers reached its peak.

Yizong couldn't help but join in, and sang and sang together with his own soldiers: "In the past, I went back, and I was Fanghua." Now I think about it, rain and snow. The king's affairs are difficult, let alone start living. Won't you be nostalgic? I'm afraid of this brief book......"

When he was excited, Yizong simply took off his robe and picked up the drum hammer. Cheer on his soldiers.

Knock knock! Knock knock!

The majestic sound of war drums was heard for dozens of miles.

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On the battlefield. The galloping war horse is like a lightning bolt.

The partridge looked up at the Han riders who were hurrying forward. He pointed the bronze collar in his hand forward: "Rush up and tear them apart!" ”

"Wow, wow, wow!" Zhelan's cavalry, his eyes were bloodshot in an instant, his hair was scattered, and he entered crazy mode.

Then, they also clamped their legs, and the horses immediately accelerated at full speed.

Two cavalry, on a battlefield that was no more than a mile away, collided head-on.

Partridges lead the way. Catching up with the Han general who was also rushing to the front, he grinned and grabbed the bronze collar in his hand tightly.

Experience has taught him that he can throw his weapon at a distance of about fifteen paces, and at least force the general to turn, and if he is lucky, he can even knock him off his horse.

However, his smile quickly solidified on his face.

Because he saw the right hand of the Han general. A familiar weapon appeared.

"Soso, Suo, Suo!" The sound of the crossbow machine firing was continuous.

He was taken aback and quickly leaned down on his horse.

This was the standard posture of the Huns in the past when they were guarding against a sneak attack by the Han army's crossbowmen.

But in his heart, there was a big question: "When did the people of the Han Dynasty have a crossbow that can be wound in advance?" ”

However. He didn't have time to think about it.

The Han army on the opposite side, at about thirty paces, pulled the crossbow machine one after another.

In the blink of an eye. The partridge heard it behind him. The screams kept coming.

The Zhelan people are keen on hand-to-hand combat and love to charge with a white blade. Meet at close quarters.

But this also brought a fatal aftermath - most of the Zhelan cavalry did not like to wear defensive items, and many even proudly claimed that I did not have even a trace of defense on me!

There is no doubt that such a cavalry, once covered by the enemy's long-range projection fire, will suffer heavy losses.

Now, this preference and characteristic have also dealt a heavy blow to the Zhelan people.

Judging by the sound, the partridge had at least dozens or even hundreds of cavalry who were hit by the crossbow arrows of the Han army.

At least fifty or sixty people were dismissed.

In this short time, even two or three breaths, he lost more than a tenth of his troops.

This made the partridge tremble.

But he was not afraid, but raised his head, looked at the Han army frantically, and urged his war horse to accelerate again.

Long-range projection firepower, all the Xiongnu tribes, can not be compared with the Han army.

But what about hand-to-hand combat?

The partridge ripped off the meteor hammer from his waist and shook it in his hand.

Within five steps, he wanted the Han general on the other side to burst his brain!

However, in the next second, he let out a heart-rending shout: "No! ”

Because, he saw that the Han army, which was only ten steps away, collectively lost the crossbow machine in their hands.

These precious and terrifying and powerful weapons were thrown away by them like garbage.

Then, they drew the ring-headed knives from their backs.

The long knife, flickering with cold light, was extremely long, at least, two or three times longer than any kind of Hun weapon that the Partridge had ever seen on horseback.

"Crush them!"

The last thing the partridge heard was an unfamiliar roar, and then he felt a pain in his neck, and the whole world spun in an instant.

Bang, his forehead touched the dirt on the ground.

The aroma of the earth reached his nose.

It reminded him of his homeland thousands of miles away.

At the end of his life, he opened his mouth, and countless blood foams spat out from his nostrils and mouth.

In his pupils, he saw the wild fruits on Qilian Mountain in his hometown, hanging full of branches, and saw his children riding lambs playing at the foot of Gaolan Mountain, and also saw countless blood flowing down from the peaks of Qilian Mountain and Gaolan Mountain.

In these seas of blood, countless resentful spirits are howling, roaring, cursing, and scolding.

"It turns out that what the shamans say is all lies...... the thought flashed through his mind: "There is no connection between the ancestors and the gods, there are only ...... Hell and the judgment of sin! ”

But......

"If there is an afterlife, I still have to fight, I have to fight, I have to loot and slaughter, and I have to be a cavalry of Zhelan!" He finally raised his eyes and saw the hooves of the horses trampled by, as well as his beloved horses bowing their heads and braiding their hair, as well as the Han horses who were far away: "You Han Dynasty people are neither willing to surrender obediently, nor willing to be the slaves of my Great Huns, is it really ...... Let...... I...... Good...... For...... Difficult! ”

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Qin Mu led his cavalry and rushed through the military formation of Zhelan cavalry.

He reached out and touched his face, which was wet and full of hot blood.

He stuck out his tongue and licked it, salty!

Then, he reined in his horse and looked at the battlefield ahead.

Where is already hell. (To be continued.) )

PS: Although, my unicorn arm told me that I can't stop at all!

However, I'm still shamefully out of context here, wahahaha, I'm so shameless!

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