The Eight Hundred Riders were accelerating, and several death camp scouts in front were shouting wildly.

The wind blew away their shouts.

In the sky, a broad dark cloud blocked the sun.

The horse's hooves hit the ground hard, and grass clippings flew.

A lone goshawk was alarmed by the murderous aura below and flapped its wings to fly high.

Nayin was suddenly startled, "Are they actually prepared?"

But then he laughed and said, "Four hundred people were defeated in one blow."

Nayin shook his long sword: "It's time to seize the merit, warriors..."

"Must win!"

The shouts of eight hundred people were like rolling thunder under dark clouds, shaking the earth.

The grain truck was still forming a circle. At first, everyone was a little confused and a little confused. But at this moment, everyone looked pale.

"quick!"

The officials shouted wildly and ran, occasionally looking back and trembling all over as they looked at the galloping enemy cavalry.

"If I can survive today, I will go to worship God, no, I will go to worship Yang Ming Mansion!"

An array of four hundred people stood in front of a circular array of grain trucks.

Some of the soldiers were trembling.

They faced the attack of horse thieves, but the power of the horse thieves was far less than that of the tribal warriors in front.

And four hundred versus eight hundred, will they lose?

These thoughts flash through most people's minds.

Morale is inevitably low.

Yang Xuan was on the flank. He rode his horse and rushed to the front of the array, saying: "At this moment, I won't talk about the morality of the family and the country. It's just about life and death. The only thing I can tell you is to wait..."

He drew his sword.

Four hundred pairs of eyes looked at him.

Yang Xuan raised his sword.

"Today, I will not take a step back!"

The four hundred sergeants were shocked.

Yang Xuan slapped the breastplate with the spine of his sword, "I will not retreat even one step, what are you waiting for?"

The spear is raised high.

The screams came roaring.

"Fight to the death! Fight to the death! Fight to the death!"

Yang Xuan rode his horse to the flank and shouted:

"Archer……"

The sergeant behind pointed his longbow at the sky in front.

No need for precision, just dense throws.

Lin Da stood at the front, holding a spear and shouting: "Yeah, don't be afraid!"

Most of the scouts were lost, and the remaining cavalry came in a hurry.

"Detour!" Yang Xuan ordered.

Several riders took a detour from the left, but one rider panicked and headed towards the formation.

Yang Xuan took a deep breath and said, "Shoot!"

The archers were stunned for a moment. The concept of shooting their comrades was still relatively unfamiliar to them.

"Shoot!" Yang Xuan shouted.

Listen to orders, listen to orders, or listen to orders like a special girl!

This sentence was in everyone's mind, and they fired arrows involuntarily.

Arrows are flying.

You are not allowed to collide with this formation during war, otherwise you will be killed without mercy!

The shocked and regretful scout turned into a hedgehog and fell down in front of the formation.

Yang Xuan's eyelids twitched.

There is a saying in the art of war: Compassion does not command troops!

The art of war in the scroll is as vast as the sea. From the Warring States Period to modern times, he read and pondered over and over again eagerly, looking for many battle examples to ponder and ponder.

Today is his maiden battle.

The enemy rider dismounted when he was more than a hundred paces away.

In this era, unless it was the elite cavalry of the Northern Liao Dynasty, the war horses could not face the sharpness of the spear.

Nayin shouted: "There are criminals in front, warriors, for money, food, women, for everything... attack!"

"Must win!"

Hundreds of people lined up and charged forward.

The people in the front are preparing bows and arrows, and the people behind are wearing armor. They will act as battering rams, breaking through the array of death camps, and then swarming forward to completely defeat the death camps.

Nayin looked at Yang Xuan, smiled and said, "This is the best slave."

The confidants around him complimented him: "After we take him back and humiliate that idiot Hua Zhuo, we will make him the leader's slave."

The front is approaching rapidly.

Lin Da clenched his spear and nervously watched the tribal warriors unfurling their bows and unloading their arrows.

Behind him, Zhao Youcai shouted, "Fire the arrow!"

Just as the arrow was about to be shot, arrows were also being fired from the opposite side.

"Lower your head."

Ding ding ding!

Lin Da felt his shoulders shake, and then the arrow hit the ground.

"ah!"

Someone unlucky behind him was hit by an arrow. Without looking, Lin Da knew that the arrow penetrated the weak spot of the armor.

He looked up and saw the enemy archers in front fell down.

The bows and arrows of the Tang Dynasty had a longer range, so if the enemy wanted to shoot at each other, they had to bear the price of heavy casualties to the archers.

Obviously, the enemy on the opposite side was unwilling to bear it.

After a wave of arrows, the archers retreated, revealing the armored enemy soldiers behind them.

These enemy soldiers were armed with various types of weapons, and some even carried maces.

"The first battle..." Yang Xuan looked at the enemy troops running and ordered: "Pay attention to the left wing."

A group of enemy cavalry was watching eagerly on the left flank.

Once the front is defeated, this group of cavalry will take advantage of the situation to cover up and kill them, no, they will pursue them.

"Lang Jun, we are approaching."

This was the first time the old thief saw a battle formation of this scale, and his color changed.

"Calm down!"

Yang Xuan looked across the battle lines that were about to collide and looked at Nayin behind him.

Nayin seemed to be very calm, even a little comfortable. He held up a water bag or a wine bag and drank from it.

"The enemy is full of confidence!"

Yang Xuan whispered: "Then let them have a bloody encounter."

The enemy troops are running, getting closer and closer.

The enemy soldiers in front of Lin Da grinned and roared, and he even saw a few teeth missing from the enemy soldiers.

"preparation……"

Someone shouted from behind.

Lin Da clenched his spear and stared at the toothless enemy in front of him.

The toothless enemy soldier smiled ferociously and raised his long knife at him.
To be continued...