Chapter 179: This is war

Chapter 179 This Is War
Although the three hundred Mandu banner cavalry stormed into the Sui army's squadron, the sturdy cavalry lost its sharpness like the dragon sinking into the mire. In the densely-packed formation of the Sui Army, the light cavalry's speed advantage disappeared. Once the cavalry couldn't rush, the cavalry sitting on horseback was almost the same as the long handle barbed during the weekday training.
Thaler was brave enough, and his mace was heavy enough. From rushing into the Sui Army array to death, he sent at least a dozen Sui soldiers into the Yincaodi government. With his martial arts, there should have been more dazzling results in the upcoming war. But ... he was so easily and simply swallowed up by the Sui army.
He died in arrogance, and the might of the enemy army was not the main reason to kill him.
This was the first war between two of the world's most powerful empires in more than a century. The Mongolian cavalry who had crisscrossed the western world had never encountered anyone who dared to resist them. In other words ... Meng Yuan people are more unfamiliar with war than Sui people. Wherever Meng Yuan cavalry went, no one dared not lower his head. Although Thaler had killed many people before, the killing was not killing at all. For a long time, no one dared to resist making them a very arrogant character.
In their view, those Sui people who did not even have a warhorse were like the weak tribe. As soon as the cavalry rushed over, they would kneel and surrender. Thaler looked at the Sui people as if a slave master was arrogant and ignorant of the ugly slaves. But there is no doubt that the Sui people were not the only shepherds under his hands.
Three hundred fine riding, failed to charge ten steps of the Sui Army.
The distant wolf wolf frowned slightly, his face gradually becoming heavy.
"There is no war horse ... Sui people can also have such combat power."
He sighed, and then shook his head again: "Fortunately, the brave Thaler and his three hundred cavalry have used their lives to prove the tactics of the Sui army. Although he was dead, he still stood. Great work. Please help me remember, after returning, kill two women in North Liao and a horse rider to bury funeral for Tale. "
His relatives immediately answered.
"The weapons used by the Sui people are very long. If our cavalry can't fly over like an eagle, once they are entangled, they will become helpless, which is not good ..."
The Mandu Wolf thought for a while and instructed: "Zhenna, Teli, you two each bring 500 cavalry and attack the two wings of the Sui Army. Remember, don't rush into the enemy's army, and bring cavalry in their body The side passed by like a wind. Then greeted them with the fangs and arrows, and let them experience the archery of our Manchu Banner Warriors! "
"Huh!"
Mandu Wolf's two men, Zhan Na and Teli, took charge and rushed out of the array with five hundred cavalry.
Li Xiaozong looked at the enemies who died in battle, with a serious expression.
It seems that the first attack of the Mongolian cavalry was resolved neatly. Three hundred sturdy grassland riders failed to charge in ten steps. But Li Xiaozong also saw another thing, which made his worry more and more serious. Three hundred Qingqi set foot on the battlefield and was trapped by the battlefield was expected. But ... Sui Army lost no less than the Meng Yuan people. From this, we can see that the Meng Yuan cavalry has a powerful fighting force.
The trapped cavalry can still fight off almost the same number of enemies.
"Twenty steps back!"
Li Xiaozong shook the flag and said loudly.
With the sound of the trumpet, the army formation of more than two thousand people quickly moved backward by twenty steps. In this way, the corpses left after the slaughter are let out, and these corpses can also play a role in blocking the enemy cavalry's charge. The army had just retreated, and the cavalry opposite Mandu Banner launched another attack. The two cavalry rushed to the left and right, seemingly to impact the wings of the Sui Army.
"Archer ready!"
Li Xiaozong waved the flag, and the archer, who had previously retreated, moved forward again. The soldiers on both wings quickly changed their formation from square to round. The shield and long armour were ready, and the moment the archers pulled down, they could quickly make up for it.
These formations were trained countless times in their weekdays. As soon as the commander's command flag was moved, the soldiers barely needed to think about it, and they could run subconsciously to complete the transformation. The reason why Da Sui's infantry was able to win in countless foreign wars has a lot to do with their infinite formation. Whether offensive or defensive, Da Sui's army has many formations to use.
However, the second offensive of the Mandu Banner Cavalry had caused the Sui people to suffer.
The enemy has no intention of stepping into the battlefield.
A thousand cavalry swept past the wings of the army formation, about forty steps away from the army formation. Those Mandu Banner cavalry, howling like a wolf, kept pouring their fangs and arrows towards the military formation of Da Sui while speeding. . The prairie cavalry is skilled at arching horses, and they can easily control war horses by relying only on their legs. Compared to the infantry bow of the Great Sui Infantry, the rangeback of the grassland cavalry is closer, and it is made of boxwood instead of the composite material of the Great Sui infantry bow.
Although the boxwood bow seems to be at least one size smaller than Da Sui's step bow, it has a faster rate of fire. Within the distance of seventy steps, if the arrows are fired at the same time, the prairie cavalry fires three arrows at a time. The large Sui infantry who uses the step bow shoots a maximum of two arrows.
The cavalry passing by on both sides of the army formation like the wind, and the Sui army on the periphery of the general formation tearing away like a slice of meat. The densely packed rain-fanged arrows flew into the Sui army, and the archer of Da Sui fell down in sorrow. The standing Sui people became targets, but the Sui people's archers could hardly catch the fast-moving enemy riders.
Soon, the two cavalry skimmed over the sides of the army formation, and then crossed the rear of the Da Sui Army formation, scrubbing the Sui troops again with feather arrows.
"General!"
A pro soldier shouted eagerly to Li Xiaozong: "If we continue this way, our people will not be shot by the cavalry of the Mandu Banner any time soon!"
Li Xiaozong's brow froze and her lips were almost bitten.
On the opposite side, Mandu Wolf couldn't help laughing, his eyes were proud: "Infantry vs. cavalry, as long as you don't touch ... Li Xiaozong, why do you win?"
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Less than a mile away from Wolf Rushan Gorge, Zhao Sen waved his hand weakly and issued a military order: "Kill from the flanks, don't rescue Pan Mei again! Charge the canyon, in no case can the Mengyuan people block the canyon!"
"Oh!"
The soldiers responded loudly, then changed formations and tried to evacuate the battle group. Pan Mei was trapped so deep that Zhao Sen's troop battalion could not tear the enemy's siege and rescue it. From the outside, Pan Mei's team was not even seen. Under such heavy siege, Zhao Sen did not have any clue to break through the layers of enemies with his 1,222 soldiers.
Seeing the Sui Army trying to withdraw from the periphery, the Mengyuan people of the brigade urged the horse to separate from the team surrounding Pan Mei and chase Zhao Sen.
"I-fuck-he-mom!"
Pan Mei, who was trapped in the middle, scolded angrily and took a smear. He looked at the enemies who were rushing forward like crazy, with a flash of fear in his eyes. Although he had resentment in his heart when he withdrew, he still maintained the basic qualities of a General Sui. His men and women marched into the march quickly to the canyon, and when they were about to rush to the mouth of the canyon, they were surrounded by the Mongolians who came up from all sides.
That's not a soldier!
When Pan Mei saw countless herdsmen surrounding him, he didn't care too much. Among those herders, he even saw women and half-old children who barely reached his shoulders. What terrible thing is there in such a group of people?
But as soon as the two sides contacted, Pan Mei knew she had made a big mistake.
Li Xiaozong reminded him before that the folk customs on the grassland were tough. The boy dared to climb up on horseback at the age of four or five. And those women with dark skins and strong bodies are no worse than men when wielding a machete. They howled, and the wolves gathered around and swallowed the Sui one by one.
A Da Sui You Xiaowei soldier of a camp is surrounded by herders of at least tens of thousands. And those herders don't seem to have any fear of death. Although they are sturdy, they are faced with a well-trained Da Sui You Xiaowei elite soldier. They can shoot horses and shoot arrows, but their killing skills are not comparable to those of Da Sui soldiers. But even so, at the cost of killing two herdsmen or even three or four people to fight off a Da Sui soldier, none of them was scared by blood and corpses.
"The enemy is divided."
A sharp-eyed soldier shouted at the discovery in front of him, and he could see the smoke rising behind the herdsmen's team, which was a sign that the enemy's team was leaving.
"There is reinforcements to help us!"
Pan Mei's eyes brightened, and she then pointed in that direction with her long hair: "Feng Yazhen, kill it!"
The remaining five or six hundred Sui soldiers, using Pan Mei as an arrow, killed the slightly weaker siege formation. Pan Mei now regrets that she did not listen to Li Xiaozong, did not experience real war, and could not obtain all the knowledge of the enemy.
Li Xiaozong said that herders are soldiers when they pick up the machete. But Pan Mei didn't care at the time. In his opinion, the people were the people, and they were regarded as bandits at most.
But now he understands that when a country is invaded by the enemy's army, the people can often burst out with the same combat power as the army, or even more crazy.
He no longer remembers how many people were killed by his long stab, including old people, women, and half-old children. But he didn't have a bit of intolerance, because it was a battlefield, and the enemies were all opposite. If you soften because the other person is a child, that child will not hesitate to cut the machete into your throat.
Why haven't they met with people outside?
Pan Mei stabbed to death a Mongolian woman with blood on her face. The woman had a bucket-like waist and an ugly face. When she fell down, the expression on her face was stubborn. Pan Mei saw the hatred in her eyes, and this hatred made his heart tighten.
If the rescuers outside are killing inside, why haven't they seen their flags?
Pan Mei had questions in her mind, but quickly found the answer.
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Pan Mei took a deep breath and suddenly poked the oncoming herders off the horse. But just as he stretched his horse forward, his warhorse was cut off by two herders. The horse that had lost its focus fell forward, and Pan Mei was severely dumped out. The long cricket in his hand flew out and couldn't reach it.
A herdsman saw the enemy general fall off the horse and roared off the horse's back. Holding the machete in both hands, he stabbed Pan Mei's chest fiercely.
"Go away"
Pan Mei kicked the herdsman and flew out, then tried to pull out the horizontal knife under her body. But the horizontal knife was too long, and he could not pull it out while lying on the ground. At this time, a herdsman who was passing by leaned down and cut on the shoulder of Pan Mei who had just sat up.
Blood splattered, and Pan Mei threw forward with inertia.
The herdsman jumped off the horse and rushed to Pan Mei with a machete. Pan Mei climbed up with pain and pulled out the horizontal knife, stabbed it into the herdsman's abdomen, and then smashed it open again: "Humble man, get out!"
He cursed, but his back was split openly by the enemy. He stumbled again and was stopped by the nomads who rushed over. One, two, three ... Fifty or six herdsmen Pilohan squeezed Pan Mei below. Countless fists smashed down and the knife stabbed in again and again.
"Get away ... you ... shitish ... barbarians!"
Intermittent shouts came from below, and finally it was hard to hear.
When herders stood up, the deadly enemy in front of them was beyond recognition. Under the iron armor, the thick blood was flowing along the gap of the armor.
The herdsmen stunned, and then rushed up again, slamming down the iron armor on the dead body.
No one looked at those dead eyes, and no one paid attention to the unwilling expression.