Chapter 909 Breakthrough
Sometimes, fighting on the battlefield is all about one breath.
Jin Zheng had no more than 3,000 infantry, plus about 500 cavalry. Even if he guarded the main roads and guarded them with fences, he was still in danger of being attacked from the front and back.
There was definitely a fight last night, and there must have been some fish that slipped through the net.
They fled alone and could not ride a horse, but within a few days they could walk back to Shengle.
If you encounter patrolling rangers or tribes grazing nearby on the way, you can also beg them to send a message back.
Sheng Le will get the news in three days, at most three days.
Then there are urgent discussions, dispatching troops and horses, distributing supplies, and appointing commanders. If this process is fast, it takes one day, if it is slow, it takes two days, and then it takes another two days to march.
In other words, in six days at most, they will face a blow from behind.
It might be faster if a tribal leader takes the initiative and leads his troops south.
At this time, the battle is about who is bolder and who can persevere better.
There are also reinforcements from our side in the upper reaches of Zhongling River advancing here. Kim Zheng does not expect Wang to send troops to rescue, but the reinforcements from the direction of Mayi can only crawl to Shanwu. Once they arrive, the soldiers and horses left behind at Shanwu can move westward along the river valley and bring reinforcements.
The sun gradually rose, and Jin Zheng stood on a high slope, carefully overlooking the entire battlefield.
There are about 4,000 enemy troops and over 6,000 horses.
Suotou looked like a monkey covered in mud, and his morale didn't look very high. When the officer ordered the team to be organized, it took a long time to complete.
The most terrifying thing is that they are now going to dismount and fight on foot to attack the camp.
Jin Zheng waited on the hillside until the sun set in the west, and the rope head did not launch an attack. Just as he was surprised, he saw another army coming from the south, numbering about three thousand. They were probably tribal soldiers retreating north with Helan Aitou.
It turned out that they were waiting for reinforcements! Jin Zheng sneered. They came just in time and beat them together.
It was at this time that Suotou finally launched the first round of attack.
They scraped together some bucklers for cavalry and temporarily boosted their morale, so they looked decent.
From Jin Zheng's point of view, the rope heads all over the mountains and plains were advancing step by step, and even the formation was scattered as they walked. Perhaps, their formation was not set up well to begin with, and the tactics of cavalry warfare were completely different from those of infantry warfare, making it a bit difficult for them.
Chen Jingen stood on the wooden wall. He was a little nervous at first, but now he breathed a sigh of relief.
As long as the rope head doesn't get on the horse, doesn't run around, doesn't harass them, and doesn't get off the horse and confront them face to face, there's nothing to fear.
"Bang!" The suspension bridge was lowered.
More than 1,600 soldiers from the government filed out and prepared to form a formation. They actually did not intend to defend the camp and wanted to fight the enemy in the field.
"Coming!" A shout suddenly sounded in front of the formation.
Outside the wooden wall guarded by the Jin army was a trench, and outside the trench was an earth wall. Outside the earth wall, there were scattered antlers. At this time, about a hundred strong men recruited with heavy sums of money were standing there.
Seeing the rope heads coming in formation, they walked towards each other without fear, wearing rare iron armor, shouting loudly to cheer themselves up - because they were running for a long distance, they didn't carry much iron armor.
The rope head is gradually approaching.
Their officers are also working hard to restrain the formation and prevent it from becoming more scattered.
"I think the rope heads are worse than the refugees!" Hundreds of strong men were holding various instruments, as if they were on a spring outing. The formation was deliberately spread out, and someone laughed as they walked.
"Grandpa needs a wine vessel, who will offer his head?"
"Suotou, when we defeat Shengle, we will have a taste of your mother-in-law."
"I still need a few slaves. Whoever kneels down and surrenders will spare your life."
"This iron armor is really in the way. Grandpa doesn't want to wear it anymore!"
As they walked, they shouted proudly.
Suotou looked at them blankly, unable to understand what they were shouting. He only knew that it was probably not a good thing.
But what shocked them the most was that a mere hundred or so people dared to rush towards them, treating them as if they were nothing.
Those who are knowledgeable know that this is a way of fighting that Shao Xun likes very much: with the promise of generous profits, he recruits skilled warriors who dare to fight and form them into "war fronts", or "disbanded troops".
There are only a few of them, but they are all like desperadoes, active in front of their own infantry formations. They attack the opponent during battle, disrupt their formation, and create opportunities for their own formations.
What is in front of us is this group of desperadoes, risking their lives to win the opportunity to reach the sky - the most important thing is that Liang Wang has a good reputation, he really gives it.
The drumming suddenly became intense, and both parties speeded up their pace in unison.
The hundred warriors were divided into three parts, each charging at one place.
The sword and shield bearers were in the front, followed closely by the spearmen and heavy swordsmen. Hundreds of people shouted in unison, with momentum like a rainbow.
Large arrows were fired from the opposite side, and some warriors fell to the ground screaming in pain. The remaining people quickened their pace, followed closely behind the shield bearers, rushed to the front of the rope head formation, and fought hand to hand.
"Give me your head!" One person held a heavy sword, shouldered the two spears that were thrust towards him, and slashed hard on the neck of the person opposite.
Blood splattered out, but the neck did not fall off.
He seemed to be getting more and more angry, and he approached another person and shouted angrily: "Give it or not!"
He split a spear with his heavy sword, swung another with his backhand, and charged in with all his strength. In the process of charging forward, the armor was filled with the harsh sound of metal friction. He could no longer figure out how many swords and guns were greeting him, and he had no intention of finding out, so he just rushed forward with all his strength.
The enemy he found was already close, and his spear was of no use, so he could only retreat continuously.
But it was useless, the heavy sword cut down the head of the bag, almost removing half of the shoulder.
"It's not over yet?" The soldier became even more angry and raised his sword again.
He completely gave up on defense and relied on his armor to resist. When he swung his heavy sword, it carried the roaring wind and killed one person every time.
The rope heads in the back row thrust out spears from the gaps between people, while those in the front row held the middle of the gun shaft and stabbed their ankles and calves from top to bottom. Some people rushed straight to the door.
The angry soldier lowered his head, and his helmet was quickly knocked to the ground. His hair was disheveled, and there was faint pain everywhere in his body. He roared irritably and rushed forward with all his strength. In the midst of the dense gun barrels and Find one person in the crowd and kill him quickly.
"Crack!" The neck bone seemed to be broken, and blood spurted out.
"Death! Let's all die!" The soldiers seemed to be unbearable by the pain on their bodies. They used their last remaining strength to squeeze towards the place with the most people.
Seeing him coming, the rope heads retreated one after another, and the formation was extremely chaotic.
"Kill!" The soldier's eyes were red and his heavy sword was flying up and down, as if he had entered some kind of crazy state.
"I have five sons, and they have all grown up. Haha, I have five sons!" After cutting off another man's chest and abdomen until blood dripped, a spear stabbed him in the throat, and the charge of the soldiers came to an abrupt halt. He stopped and fell to the ground helplessly.
"This red soil is very good, suitable for burying me!" Another Iron Armor soldier rushed over, and after killing three people one after another, he was stabbed in the foot and staggered to his knees.
A spear was stabbed at him, and he grabbed the barrel of the gun with all his strength.
Another thrust came, and he gave way slightly and clamped it firmly under his arm.
The pain in my feet was excruciating, and the blood flowed like a torrent and couldn't be stopped at all.
The third spear came and penetrated his neck directly.
He fell to the ground with a crash.
"Captain, don't break your promise!" An iron-armored warrior covered his head and rushed towards the place with the most ropes.
The big shield on the left hand was full of continuous "bang bang" sounds, and there were countless weapons on it.
He didn't care at all, he just moved forward, rushed, and tried his best to create chaos.
The Huanshou knife held in his right hand was slashing and stabbing randomly, regardless of whether it hurt anyone or not, and injured a few more.
His momentum was so fierce that the rope heads gave way, allowing him to go five or six steps deeper into the formation before finally falling down, covered with wounds all over his body.
More than 1,600 soldiers from the government have already formed their formation and are coming quickly.
They could clearly see that a mere hundred desperadoes had created great chaos for the enemy. Many arrays were even directly sunk in, and people were huddled together, pushing and shoving, making a huge noise.
A rope head, nothing more than that!
The officers carrying the flags blew their whistles almost at the same time.
The 1,600 soldiers in a column shouted "kill" together, quickened their pace, and rushed into the rope head formation with a violent and swift attitude.
Some of the warriors who were lucky enough to survive continued to charge, while others dispersed to both sides and retreated.
Their mission has been completed, and they don't need to participate in the next fight.
After running out for a while, someone turned around and looked back, only to see that their own column had seized their opportunity to create chaos and wedged themselves deeply into the rope head formation.
Suo Tou did not surrender.
The first group of people who rushed up were definitely not a mob, but fighting on foot was not their strong point. Countless people rushed towards the center frantically, trying to block the gap and prevent their own formation from disintegrating.
Of course Zuo Feilongwei's soldiers were aware of their intentions. Both sides fought with their lives and fought fiercely at the gap.
Killing and killing, the formation of the rope head is still irresistibly concave inward, unable to withstand it at all.
"My maidservant, don't retreat, charge again!" I don't know who took the lead in shouting, and then I saw more than 20 people holding spears and swords, and they turned back to kill the enemy, attacking the enemy from the flank.
Most of them had lost strength and had wounds of various sizes on their bodies. At this time, they completely forgot about these disadvantages. They all rushed into the rope formation for the second time with excited expressions, blushing faces, and once again created a bloody storm.
Jin Zheng stood on the wall and watched, laughing.
The frontal charge of the conical column almost completely penetrated the thousands of attacking rope heads in the first batch, and some people on its left and right wings had even turned around and fled.
In other words, these proactive attack rope heads are on the verge of collapse.
At this moment, the enemy troops far behind waved their flags, and more than two thousand troops followed them.
Jin Zheng was startled at first, and then laughed.
This is because someone saw that the situation was over and was about to run away! If it was reinforcements, they wouldn't still be holding horses.
The rope head is destroyed!
Sure enough, as more and more people fled, the rope head's formation became more and more scattered and chaotic, and finally collapsed completely.
Helan Aitou sat on the horse and climbed up to look far away. Seeing this situation, his figure swayed and he almost fell to the ground.
(End of chapter)