Spring and Autumn I Am King

PS: I know that my war dramas are too bad and disappoint the readers. Therefore, in response to everyone's comments, this book will have as few annoying war dramas as possible, just to save the extra space and let the readers save some money. You can also finish this book earlier, above. .Lx Lewen mobile network will be updated tomorrow at night.

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One hundred and twenty steps, which was originally a safe distance beyond the range of the bow and arrow. In this position, the infantry could charge with confidence. Unless Yang Youji was born again, few people could shoot arrows this far.

Not to mention the spear, even if the evil is here, you can only throw the spear thirty or forty paces away, which is already the limit.

But this is the limit of manpower, not the limit of equipment!

The advancing Qi army's side division was finally not bombarded by stone bullets. What came to welcome him this time were dozens of sharp spears whistling!

Standing on the chariot, Gao Wupi only felt a scream in front of him. It seemed that dozens of huge impact forces hit the front row Qi people, pushing them back step by step. The leather armor became vulnerable in an instant, and the armored soldier rushed back a few steps before stopping. So far, they have nailed two or three of the charging Qi soldiers to the ground together, like a long skewer of meat, blood flowing along the spear shaft! Terrifying!

Not to mention the stagnant charge and panic of the Qi people under this drastic change, Mu Xia, who was as steady as a rock, listened to the muffled sound behind him, and clasped his fingers tightly together. Standing in front of the army, he saw the heavy damage to Qiren in his eyes. This ballista was indeed a weapon of the military. He admired Zhao Wuxi's ingenious ideas and Gongshuban's ingenious craftsmanship. The things that come out are absolutely unprecedented.

However, although the ballista can damage the morale of the enemy, the actual damage is not much. If you want to win the battle, you still have to rely on the soldiers to fight in melee.

"Go forward!" After a round of spear raindrops, Mucha raised his shield. They were arranged here by Zhao Wuxi, not just to defend against the enemy!

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A wave of spear rain made the Qi army a little stunned, but most of them still moved forward according to their inertia, dashing to within a few dozen steps, and they could even see the strange wooden machinery on the river bank.

Due to the two ballista bombardments during the period, the Qi people's array was a little scattered, and there were several places where the spears had penetrated several people. But they finally reached the most favorable distance for combat, but they found that they could no longer move forward, and were instead blocked by the dense spears and large shields of the Zhao army.

In front of them is the phalanx of military soldiers that Zhao Jun is famous for. After the armored soldiers are lined up, the army is full of spears and halberds. When Mu Xia waved his hand, a sound of drums rang out, and the armored soldiers began to march forward calmly. The Qi people who had to hit the vicinity could not move forward half a step.

There was also the sound of a bow and crossbow firing from the side. Qi's archers tried to counterattack, but at this distance they were suppressed by the crossbow machine and could not lift their heads. At the same time, behind Qi Jun, suddenly changed!

"Single cavalry, it's Zhao Jun's cavalry alone!" The hundreds of soldiers who had been arranged by Gao Wupi on the flank suddenly scurried like a bombed nest, and rumbling horseshoes sounded behind them.

Arrows fell on the flanks and rear of the Qi army like raindrops, and a considerable number of cavalry archers appeared behind them, mercilessly harvesting the unsuspecting Qi people. It went to the north, but in fact, it quietly turned around and gave the Qi people a fatal blow to the Qi people who rushed forward to destroy the ballista!

The cavalry archers harassed back and forth several times, disrupting the originally neat formation of the Qi people, and then it was the turn of the cavalry to come on stage.

The overtones of the horn blew resounding through the river. A total of 500 cavalry riders formed a long formation in two rows. The ring-headed swords erected on the array shone in the sunlight, pointing directly behind Qi!

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There is the whirring of the wind in his ears, and the breath of rivers, grass, summer flowers and blood in his nose.

By the way, there is also the smell of the enemy's fear, which is Yu Xi's contempt and disgust.

"Gather!"

Yu Xi paid no attention to the arrows flying far away. He watched his formation left and right as he ran. The 250 cavalry in the first diamond formation started jogging, and there were surging horses everywhere. head. The cavalry officers at the rear of the formation effectively controlled the team, and the formation did not cause confusion. The results of years of hard training were reflected. They were not comparable to the poor imitations of the Qi people. They were the only established team in the Central Plains of this era. cavalry!

The hooves on the river beach are no longer scattered and cluttered, and the dense hoofs slowly merge into a rumbling noise, which is like a beautiful movement on the mulberry tree in Yu Xi's ears.

They were soon only a hundred steps away from Qi Ren, and they could even see the horrified expression on Qi Ren's face.

"Speed ​​up, charge!"

Another forward horn sounded, and the Huan Shou Knife in Yu Xi's hand leaned forward, and at the same time their bodies leaned forward. Five hundred rushing horses speeded up at the same time, and the rumbling sound of hooves was like thunder rushing from far to near.

From time to time, there are riders who fall over from the middle arrow, but it has no effect on the overall situation.

"Trap, it's a trap..." On the other hand, Gao Wupi fell on the chariot in despair. Although the bombardment of the ballista stopped, there was a rock-solid phalanx in front and an unstoppable cavalry behind. It was obviously a trap set by Zhao Wuxi for him!

But Haotian didn't have time to listen to his wailing, the short distance was fleeting, and the next moment, the cavalry formation and Qi Ren burst out with exhausted roars, one side was brave, the other side was fear.

"kill!"

boom! The torrent of the iron cavalry collided with the loose front of the Qi army, and the collision between the men and the horses continued. The spears and halberds raised by the Qi people in desperation also stabbed many unlucky riders. Some horses fell to the ground with their riders, rolling desperately on the ground, and the broken spear shafts tossed in the air with blood.

This sudden cavalry attack was like a hurricane, and it rushed the Qi people's front into a thousand holes, leaving only the corpses and wounded on the ground.

Like a huge hand pressing them on the anvil, the other hand slammed it with a giant hammer. After repeated tactical impact with the hammer and anvil, the Qi army of up to 5,000 people was completely blown up. .

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In the Central Military Department, Zhao Wu Xie, who had witnessed Zhao Jun's cavalry charge many times, also stepped on the chariot and stood up involuntarily. The knives, the dirt and grass clippings carried by the two thousand iron hooves nailed with horseshoes flew everywhere, and the vibrations caused by the galloping can even be felt here.

No matter how many times he sees this scene, Zhao Wuxi's mood will be extremely excited, and he will charge on horseback. This is the feeling of a man. Once upon a time, in the battle in the snowfield, he charged with a light cavalry that was far less well-equipped and entered the Qi army camp, very close to Qi Hou...

But now his status is different, Zhao Wuxi doesn't want to die as a charge, leading to the unfortunate general of the army without a leader, although he really wants to participate in the cavalry charge...

He can only hold the command flag in his hand now, imagining that everything in front of him is chess in his hand, and tens of thousands of people are fighting hard under his fingers, recalling the past life, like a dream.

"That Qi army is completely finished." He calmed down the strange thoughts in his heart and showed a satisfied smile. The cavalry and the ballista were as precious as the ballista. Every time he saw their meritorious deeds, Zhao Wuxi would feel that it was worth the money.

He then turned his attention to the frontal battlefield, clenched the drum vertebrae tightly, and began to beat the drum himself. This drum sound indicates the real attack of Zhao Jun, and it is also the rumbling tail sound that ends the battle!

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"Destiny Mysterious Bird!" The last call before the battle resounded through the array of the Zhao-Song coalition forces. Regardless of whether they were descendants of Ying or Zi, the soldiers raised their heads and shouted with pride. The common historical myth of a thousand years ago was exaggerated, making Zhao Bing and Song Zun feel that they were indeed in the same camp, and Zhao Wuxi needed them as an opportunity to unite.

The big drum that Wu Xie personally tapped sent out a dense drumbeat, and the elites of the Zhao and Song armies, who had been hidden in the snow, began to pour out of their nests and rushed towards the position where the enemy's front line was chaotic.

Qi Wan was covered in thick leather armor, even his face, with only his eyes and nostrils exposed. He led the heavily armed pawns holding iron halberds and large shields and marched forward with heavy steps. After several car bases in front were knocked out by ballistas, the enemy's arrow rain was much weaker, and the sparse arrows could not cause damage to the heavy armor.

The densely packed spears stood up, almost blocking the sky. Zhao Jun uttered another horn, and the sound of the drums quickly turned into step points. Ten phalanxes of five hundred people moved forward at the same time, like pieces of moving long. Spear Forest.

With only the last dozen or so steps left, Qi Wan's military formation was filled with distorted faces. The trigger of the crossbow rang, knocking over the two closest Qi people on the opposite side, and the opponent responded with color. Some Qi people archers later seized the last opportunity to shoot blunt arrows, trying to cause damage to the Zhao army soldiers.

There were screams from both arrays. At this point, the last round of blows before the melee battle was completed, and the dense front line made it impossible for everyone to escape. At this time, the combat skills were of little use, and the only thing the soldiers could rely on was Luck is left.

In the next instant, the black and soapy torrents collided head-on. The Zhao-Song coalition forces roared down with a slight downward momentum. The sharp weapons passed by, and red waves appeared in the Qiren front. The sound of broken weapons and screams continued, and the brutal cold weapon combat was reaping life at a faster speed.

In Qi Wan's field of vision, people were constantly being shot down by arrows, but the crossbow bolts were also reaping Qi Ren's life, not to mention that the stone bullets fired by the ballista fell behind Qi Ren. Zhao Jun had no such worries, their rear and flanks were guaranteed.

Many Zhao Jun and Qi soldiers in the front row stabbed each other at the same time, Qi Wan's ears were filled with crazy shouts and the screams of wounded soldiers, and all the weapons were wielding assassination. A Qi Ren with a long sword in front of him rushed forward, his eyes widened, trying to kill him. But before Qi Wan could make a move, the two eight-foot spears on the side stabbed at the attack. The thin leather armor couldn't resist the sharp iron spear at all, and he stabbed him with a chill, and blood spilled on the sand.

The same thing happened all over the front. As a new force, the pawns were skilled in combat, with spears and swords and shields alternately leaping forward. After the long soldiers attacked, the swords and shields of the short soldiers rushed forward and continued to attack, giving the opponent no chance to breathe at all. The continuous offensive made the opposing Qi people only have the strength to parry, and some people were injured and fell to the ground~www.wuxiahere.com~ In the face of these powerful opponents, the Qi army's front began to slowly retreat, then retreated faster and faster, and finally became a rout. !

"I lost, I lost..." Guo Xia sighed in his heart. The banner of the Qi people's central army was swaying in the wind. Attacking here, the gap is getting bigger and bigger, and finally it can't be filled at all.

Qi Zun's courage was lost, and for a while, Yudou, a trapped beast who fought against the water, has now become a discouraged and bereaved dog. In less than two hours, the battle has come to an end.

Guo Xia began to regret it. If I had known this, it would be better to keep the pontoon bridge. I would rather be attacked by half-crossing, losing more than half of the troops, and also take Qi people across Wenshui...

Now, how should it be? Guo Xia knew very well that when the Zhao Jun cavalry on the left and right flank flanked over, the tens of thousands of them would be blocked on the river bank, and there was no room for counterattack, leaving him not much time to think of countermeasures.

However, misfortunes do not come singly. At this moment, some cronies rushed to report: "Guozi, Young Master Yangsheng ran away! He killed the supervisor and brought the army with him, and wanted to forcibly cross the river!"

(To be continued.)