Su Wenyao lowered his head and checked the arrows in the quiver one by one. They were all made of dense hardwood and the arrowheads were very heavy. However, compared to Beiliang's arrows, there were still some slight differences. However, on the whole, they belonged to the same type of arrow. These two were like "close relatives" and could be said to be two completely different types from the many bows and arrows in the Liyang Border. The latter focused more on shooting range, shooting speed, and adhered to the "three strikes before facing the enemy" in ancient military books. This was not because the latter had taken a different path. It was just that the battles in the interior were mostly infantrymen versus infantrymen, so the speed of advancement was naturally slower than the cavalry charge. As for the former, even if Liang Mang's arrows were supported by the outstanding strength of the northern warriors, they still only sought the four words "death by breaking armor". In fact, the Beimang Cavalry did not embark on this extreme path in the beginning. It was only because of the 20 years of confrontation that they were seriously affected by the superior armor of the Beiliang. Otherwise, with Beimang's superb horsemanship and archery, they could often exhaust the enemy to death like flying kites when facing most of the other Liyang Border Army.
Su Wenyao casually threw away two arrows that had cracks on their shafts. After hearing the main general Yu Luandao's humorous words, he laughed softly and raised his head. He said, "Those Xiches are not really stupid. They know that if they don't take down Beiliang, all their talk about going south from Ji Province and conquering the Central Plains and fighting all the way to Tai 'an City is fake. How many people do we have? We've already made their supply lines chaotic. If the entire Beiliang Border Army is left unattended, what will happen to the Southern Dynasty? Perhaps even the Beimang Palace will be destroyed by us. However, logic is logic. As individuals, they all hope to do less and gain more. If the Beimang bigwigs want to attack Ji Province and Liaodong, I, Su Wenyao, can't wait for so many of them. How many fewer people will die in our Beiliang? "
Shi Yulu nodded and said in a low voice, "Fatty Dong and that Taiping Order really deserve to die!"
The chief scout officer Fan Fen suddenly arrived on horseback, reporting the military situation to the officers. "Thirty li to the south, there are eight hundred cavalry. Their armor is even better than the Northern Mang cavalry we encountered before. They should be the vanguard that withdrew from the gourd. From the looks of it, if we continue to head south, we will encounter two or three more of these small cavalry groups at most, and then we will encounter the Rouran Cavalry very quickly."
Yu Luandao put on a fake smile. His handsome face was filled with the viciousness that had been accumulating for a long time. He said ferociously, "Let's not care about the Rouran Cavalry first. It's a waste not to eat the bait. Let's eat these eight hundred cavalrymen first! .............. to....
When fighting an enemy force of only eight hundred riders, there were ways to fight eight hundred, and when fighting eight thousand, there were also ways to fight eight thousand. Right now, Yu Luandao didn't have more than three thousand five hundred Hidden Cavalry, so everything had to be done in a 'proper manner'. It was because in the end, Hidden Cavalry's enemies, apart from the Northern Mang cavalry on the surface, were also Hidden Cavalry 'themselves'. Yu Luandao had to take into consideration the stamina, spirit, warhorses, and crossbows of his own soldiers. Now, the Phantom Cavalry's sense of archery had reached its peak. However, if they continued fighting for too long, it would also lead to irreversible side effects. This meant that the Phantom Cavalry could only fight a 'three-pronged battle'. They had to quickly finish off the enemy with the least number of charges, quickly withdraw from the battlefield, and quickly enter a safe area to rest and reorganize. After receiving the military intelligence from Fan Fen, the main force of the Phantom Cavalry began to slow down. The front line was divided into three layers. Su Wenyao, who was' bottom 'in the previous battle, led a thousand cavalry in the front. Yu Luandao led a thousand cavalry in the middle. Shi Yulu's thousand cavalry escorted a large number of horses to' bring up the rear '. Fan Fen's four hundred scouts, who had the most horsepower, began to attack first. They' circled 'in front of the left flank to prevent any stragglers from escaping.
What Yu Luandao wanted to do was to use the advantage of numbers to split up the multiple charges that were equivalent to launching at the same time, trying to take away the 800 cavalry with three brushes. Unless it was absolutely necessary, he would not let his subordinates charge back and forth. The warhorses of the Phantom Cavalry could not hold on any longer, and so could the tenacious cavalrymen. They had given up on the heavy weapons that were more powerful but cumbersome, and mainly used sabers to fight the light cavalry. Even though both sides were prepared to die, there would not be too many corpses left behind at the line of death where both sides met. However, under the order of Yu Luandao, apart from the battle outside Silver Harrier City in North of Ji, in all the other six battles, big and small, outside the mouth of the gourd, the light cavalry of Youzhou were ordered to kill during the charge. The price of such an order was to kill and be killed. Only a few of them were lightly wounded, but many of them were severely wounded. The most secretive and cold-blooded part of Yu Luandao's strategy was that, besides the fact that it was easy for the Phantom Cavalry to secure the victory right from the beginning, there were not many wounded cavalrymen who left the main force after the battle and retreated to the east. Shi Yulu and Su Wenyao were well aware of this, and so were the captains and officers. However, no one objected to it, and no one questioned it.
No matter how soul-stirring the poems from the frontier fortress were, they could not describe the cruelty of the battlefield where everyone was forced to commit suicide.
Each man of Youzhou cavalry rode three horses. Which of the warhorses did not carry the sabers of their fallen comrades?
Regarding this kind of extra burden, no matter how cold-hearted Yu Luandao was, and no matter how strict he was about the details, he could not bear to control it.
Outside the battlefield where the killing had yet to begin, a group of five Beimang cavalrymen rode in the opposite direction of the eight hundred cavalrymen. They were rushing south at top speed, trying to send the important information to the main force in the south that they had encountered the Youzhou cavalry.
Suddenly, an inconspicuous little black dot that had bypassed the main battlefield appeared from the rear flank. This figure was running as fast as thunder, much faster than the warhorses.
He made a semicircle and blocked the path of the five cavalrymen. Both of his feet stepped on the yellow sand and kicked up a cloud of dust.
The five cavalrymen were stunned by this strange scene. A hundred paces in front of them stood a thin and weak child with a Beiliang saber on his back.
When he was twenty steps away from the leading horse, the child who appeared and disappeared mysteriously had already dodged four arrows. He leaped high into the air and caught the last arrow that was aimed at his chest. He punched the warhorse's head with his fist. The warhorse's head exploded and its front legs were broken. The warhorse was almost flipped upside down by the punch. The squad leader jumped in front of the warhorse, but his chest was hit by the child's fist. He directly knocked the warhorse behind him out of the way. The third rider's throat was pierced by the child's arrow, and he fell off his horse and died. The two squads on the left and right who had dodged the attack did not dare to continue fighting. They spurred their horses and charged forward.
The child turned around and ran wildly. He caught up with a cavalryman and grabbed the tail of a warhorse with both hands. His feet steadied, and the galloping warhorse's hooves came to a halt. Its tail was broken, and it neighed in pain as it desperately tried to speed up.
The child rushed out with a single step, standing shoulder to shoulder with that warhorse. With a casual sweep of his fist, he struck the warhorse's abdomen, sending the Northern Mang scout on its back flying along with the warhorse. That scout, whose feet didn't leave the stirrups in time, fell to the ground and was forcibly knocked to death by the warhorse's back.
The child's figure did not slow down at all. He quickly caught up with the last cavalryman, who was trembling in fear. He bent down, grabbed the horse's hind legs with both hands, and twisted his feet on the ground. The warhorse's hooves were off the ground, and it spun in a circle in the air before it was thrown out.
After the cavalryman was thrown off the horse, he struggled to stand up. The child came in front of him, pulled out the Beiliang Saber from his back, and stabbed it into the Beimang barbarian's heart. After pulling out the saber and putting it back into the scabbard, the child said calmly, "Big guy, this is the 379th one."
Later, Commandant Fan Fen and the 400 scouts saw this scene from afar. They did not come forward to say anything. Instead, they began to form a formation in the north. After Fan Fen helped the child bring a warhorse, he patted the Beiliang Saber on his waist and laughed softly, "Little General, why don't you take my saber after I die? I'm not greedy. When the time comes, you can help me kill 50 Beimang barbarians."
Yu Dilong jumped onto the horse's back and stood with his saber in his sleeves. The child who was covered in blood rolled his eyes.
Nowadays, the Youzhou cavalry liked to call this child called Yu Dilong "Little General".
Two days ago, Yu Dilong was supposed to escort sixty wounded riders to the east under Xu Fengnian's arrangement, but the child refused no matter what. Even though Xu Fengnian's face was angry, the child was still holding the warhorse with one hand, which had the Big Man's relic on it, and the Northern Cold Saber on his back. He did not say anything, he did not want to leave either. Later on, it was a lightly injured officer who took the initiative to leave the main force, personally escorting the wounded as they retreated. Before leaving, he joked with this little general who had slaughtered his way through several great battles, telling him that he would just treat it as owing him fifty Northern Mang barbarians. Only then did Hsu Fengnian tacitly agree to let Yu Dilong stay. The child probably really respected Hsu Fengnian, his master. Even if he stayed in the army, he did not dare to appear beside Yu Luandao and the others. One man and one horse hung alone at the tail of the cavalry and never spoke to anyone. Other than going out with Fan Fen's scouts to spy on the military situation, he always silently followed behind the army alone.
On the main battlefield, the 800 Beimang cavalry were almost completely wiped out after three charges. The 70 to 80 fleeing cavalrymen were also completely wiped out by Yu Dilong and Fan Fen's 400 scouts. All the Beimang cavalrymen who were still alive were finished off by the Youzhou cavalry who were cleaning up the battlefield.
Xu Fengnian stabbed a Northern Mang centurion to death with his iron spear, whose eyes were filled with resentment before he died. He lightly raised his head and looked towards the west. More than ten riders who were watching the battle from the other side of the river appeared in the distance.
Hsu Fengnian's heart sank. He did not see that familiar figure in his field of vision.
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