Chapter 731: Where is the lieutenant?

The terror of the cavalry captain was completely revealed at this time. Wanyan Tutu closed his eyes and looked at the unique team of cavalry. The number of people should not exceed 5,000. Five thousand people said that there were no more or less.

After all, he was a veteran who had been through the battlefield for a long time. He immediately made up his mind that when he reached this point, he could no longer leave any more. Instead of fighting with these cavalry captains, it would be better to defeat their team in one fell swoop and then take advantage of the victory to deal with these cavalrymen.

Wanyan Tutu's solid muscles shook, and the iron spear in his hand pointed forward, stabbed into the sky with an oblique angle, and shouted: "Kill!"

Thirty thousand iron cavalry began to move slowly.

Faster, faster and faster...

Then the fierce knight leaned down and his body kept adjusting his sitting posture as the horse pounded.

"Wutu!"

Rumble...

Millions of horses were speeding, and the spears were pressing down slightly, forming a series of moving spear forests. The sound of the spear tip breaking through the wind made a sound, and everyone's eyes flashed with cruelty, their faces became ferocious, and their murderous intent was revealed.

Their goal is the stepping formation.

The sound of the 30,000 cavalry was earth-shaking, and even the roar of the war drums was overshadowed by the murderous aura and the dust and smoke that was rolled up; countless horses rushed out, dispersed, and condensed together, and cavalry formations that looked like sharp knives rushed forward at extremely fast speed.

The Jurchens were not satisfied with ten thousand, and they were invincible.

What the 30,000 Jurchen cavalry burst out was like a waterfall that was flowing down three thousand feet, sweeping everything with an unstoppable momentum.

There is always only one war technique for the Jurchens, but only this one is the most effective, that is, like a storm, it launches an impact without hesitation and washes everything in front of you.

This method was used to deal with the tribes of Heishan Baishui and the Khitans. It was effective and direct, and would not drag on the mud. As long as it defeated the team, no matter how many cavalry captains were, they would not be able to recover their defeat.

Rumble... Rumble...

Thirty thousand iron cavalry were getting closer and closer, the war horses neighed, and the iron hooves fell shortly on the grass containing the dewdrop and immediately jumped up, without any pretentiousness, and the downward spear was slightly raised.

One hundred feet...

The infantry behind the chariot formation could be clearly seen that these damn Xia soldiers did not show any fear when facing the Jurchen cavalry, but... they could soon see the power of the Jurchens, and it would be useless to huddle in the chariot formation.

At this time, the infantry lieutenants behind the chariot began to draw out their knives, and a call rang out: "Bowman..."

In the back team of the spear formation, a famous archer began to pull up the longbow. The longbow was pulled up with a full moon. The feathered arrows were placed on the bowstrings, and the arrows were slanted towards the sky. Everyone was waiting with their breath, and almost everyone could hear each other's heartbeat.

"shoot!"

"shoot!"

"shoot!"

One by one, the sounds were circulating in the queues that lasted for miles, followed by the feathered arrows covering the clouds and passing through half an arc into the sky, and then broke through the sky and fell.

There was a small riot in the Jurchen cavalry team. Hundreds of Jurchens fell off their horses with a muffled groan. They might not be shot to death, but they would never have any chance of being caught. The poor worm who fell to the ground was soon trampled by the companions of the back team and wailed.

At this time, the cavalry captains on both wings began to take action. They rushed to the periphery of the Jurchen charge cavalry formation and began to fly. Arrows were everywhere on all sides. In just a short period of time, hundreds of people fell off their horses.

The two wings of the Jurchen cavalry began to rush out several teams of cavalry out, with a total of six or seven thousand people rushing towards the cavalry captain. They were not trying to chase the cavalry captain, but just to cover the team to charge towards the insurgent formation.

The remaining 20,000 Jurchen cavalry braved the rain of arrows and continued to launch the last charge.

Fifty feet...

Forty feet...

Every step closer is accompanied by a large number of casualties.

Wanyan Tutu's heart was bleeding. He never expected that at such a close distance, these infantry had not yet been defeated. Relying on his previous experience, any infantry in the wilderness encountered them without even charging, which was enough to scare them and flee in all directions.

This is the difference between infantry and cavalry, so often three thousand cavalry can chase tens of thousands of infantry massacres. It is not because the strength of the three thousand cavalry far exceeds that of infantry, but no one is stupid enough to fight head-on with the speeding war horses. If a person loses his courage, he does not have to wait for the cavalry to charge, the entire infantry formation will become chaotic and trample on each other, and what he is waiting for is the harvest of the cavalry.

But……

These stupid guys seemed to have no sign of loosening. Even under the command, the soldiers in the front team laid out spears diagonally behind the formation, as dense as reeds on the lakeside.

Of course, Wanyan Tutu would not know that in front of these infantrymen, there would be backbones wearing iron-shelled hats. They held the sword and stood with their robes. If they did not take a step back, the people around them would never retreat. The "Iron-shelled Fanyang Hat" is the source of the power of these ants-like infringers.

The lieutenants were yelling: "Hold on the car formation, raise a spear, block them, block them!"

The spear tip was diagonally facing the cavalry, so dense that it made people's scalp explode. The Jurchen cavalry who rushed first were angry and suspicious in their eyes. Like Wanyan Tutu, they noticed something strange. The guys in front of them seemed not easy to deal with. They may not be more fierce than the Khitans, and they may not have the strong physique of the enemies in the desert, but they have unparalleled courage. This courage may cause them great trouble.

Hissing...

Without hesitation, the Jurchen cavalry in the front had already crashed into the spear forest, and the horses neighed and fell down. The cavalry on the horse were instantly stabbed countless holes. The chariot that was crossing the stairs formation also made a thud, like a collapsed dam.

"Stop!"

This is just the beginning. Once the loss is made, the consequences will be fatal. The captains' eyes are red. They rest their swords and hold their shoulders tightly against one end of the car formation. In addition to the spearmen who set up the spears, the sword and shield soldiers of the rear team also squeeze forward one after another, pressing against their lifeline.

"Dongdong..."

The force of the war horses sprinted with all their strength was more than a thousand pounds. With each impact, although the lives of the Jurchen cavalry like a moth to a fire were harvested, they either fell off their horses, stepped on them by their companions into meat paste, or hit into the spear forest, blood flowed like a stream, or flew into the stair formation, and were soon cut into several sections by the Xia army of the stair formation. However, each impact made the stair formation loose, and even this extremely powerful force caused the infantry behind the stair formation to be knocked away.

Rulin's spear was already covered with flesh and blood, and the corpses piled up under the chariot formation were like a hill. It was these corpses that gave the Jurchens in the back team the opportunity to take advantage of the opportunity. They rushed up along the mountain of corpses, and then rushed into the infantry formation with their spears.

Even though there were large chariots, the situation inevitably began to give in and suffer all the hardships of the stair formation. The Jurchen cavalry who flew into the stair formation looked like a tiger, and with the help of the impact of the war horses, they were crazily harvesting their lives. Then countless spears stabbed from all sides and stabbed them to death.

At the beginning, there was still plenty of effort to deal with it, but as more and more Jurchen cavalry rushed into the formation, these Jurchens who survived their lives from the chariot formation and spear forest were not afraid and faced death without hesitation. However, before death, two or three infantry always became the souls of their horses.

"Wutu!"

Seeing that the car array was already falling, the straight carts were now like winding coastlines, and there were even a few places where they had made a hole. The Jurchen cavalry rushed over like a tide and saw the dawn instantly, with a rainbow of morale. They stepped on the corpses of the front team and burst into roars.

The staircase formation began to spread panic. This panic caused chaos in the queue. Wuda, who was supervising the battle in the team, felt the atmosphere, and there were already fine beads of sweat on his forehead. Once the staircase formation was defeated, all the efforts made by the Xia army would be gone. But...

Wuda looked at the Hengshan Cavalry in the back team. The Hengshan Cavalry had begun to move to the left wing, as if it was about to launch a charge.

But... at least one stick of incense must be held on, so that you can see the dawn of victory.

Wuda pursed his lips, and his gray face was unstable. At this moment, a general seemed to see through Wuda's thoughts. The general who carried a Confucian sword on his waist, a silver medal on his chest, pulled out the Confucian sword on his waist and roared: "Where is the captain?"

"Where is the lieutenant..." The nearby lieutenant camp officers, team officers, and even the personal guards yelled together.

"Where is the lieutenant?" There were people carrying Confucian swords roaring together in every corner of the step formation, as if calling for their companions in the distance.

At this time, the iron-shelled Fanyang hats began to run forward, abandoning their own team, and surging forward with the general.

The soldiers in the invading formation were stunned and saw familiar figures. Those usually old-fashioned guys appeared from everywhere in the car formation. They shouted proudly: "The Captain is here, here!"

Hundreds of lieutenants and team officials appeared in a gap of three or four feet in size. They raised their knives without hesitation, and then countless Jurchen cavalrymen entered the gap.

The flesh and blood body went to resist the torrent formed by the cavalry and was instantly washed away. More than a dozen captains wearing iron-shelled Fanyang hats were poured into the pool of blood. The cavalry's sprint could not help but slow down. At this time, more desperate captains rushed over, cut off the horse's legs, stabbed the horse's belly, and swept the cavalry off the horse.

But the gap was like the exit of hell, and there were more and more cavalrymen, stepping on the land accumulated by the bodies, and continuing to rush in.

"kill!"

The blood of the captain was not in vain. At this time, even the timid soldiers were crazy. Cowardice would be contagious and courage would be contagious. The soldiers who had planned to run away with their heads in their arms were now erecting spears, and they were attacking the gap like a tide. Some people were knocking away, and blood was raining all over the sky. More people crowded up, slashed with knives, blocked with their bodies, stabbed with their spears, and even pounced on them to pull off the knights on the horse, rolled together, clenched with their fingers, and bite them with their teeth.

The formation after the chariot formation was closer, and everyone was surging towards the chariot formation, not airtight. The Jurchen cavalry came in from the gap, and they blocked the enemy at the gap with flesh and blood.

At this time, another car array appeared, and the car was hit in a mess. There was no need to give an order at this time, there was a roar: "Where is the lieutenant?"

"Where is the lieutenant?"

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The Jurchen cavalry was shocked and attacked with all their might, but they still couldn't escape the formation. The formation was like a small boat in the ocean that was stormy. Every time it was shaking, it was beaten by the sea waves several feet high, but it always appeared in the raging waves like a miracle.

Tired... Deep tiredness, not only the Jurchen cavalry, but even the soldiers in the insurgent formation also had a kind of fatigue that penetrated deep into their bones. With the chariot formation, everyone became numb, rushed over, knocked away, and then was pulled off the horse and cut off their heads. A chariot formation turned into a meat grinder. Every minute and every second, countless people fell in a pool of blood, and countless people made the last sound.

However, every time this time, when the fearless Jurchen cavalry dispersed a section of the chariot formation, the familiar voice sounded again.
Chapter completed!