"Wait!" Mu Hanzhang hurriedly called the right guard and said very fast, "I have ordered people to drive stakes around the camp, you have the soldiers quickly tie the trip horse rope to the stake."
Right Hujun was stunned when he heard the words, turned and ran out.
Mu Hanzhang turned to Zuo Hujun and said, "What are the odds of the infantry versus the cavalry?"
Zuo Hujun said quietly: "The cavalry is only about speed, three infantry can fight one cavalry."
Hearing this, Mu Hanzhang nodded slightly: "We have a great chance of winning in terms of number of people, but when the enemy raids the camp, don't panic, and the right guards are impulsive. You hurry up and transfer your troops. Square, fifty feet on each side."
Zuo Hujun clasped his fists, "Order!"
As soon as Zhao Meng led his troops into Shengjing Pass, they were locked up and beaten by dogs. A large number of foot soldiers poured out from the mountain, armed with machetes and slashing horses' hooves. They had to keep running forward, killing as they walked. The troops were heavily stationed, and there were dangers everywhere. Rolling stones, traps, spikes, and everything they did, made them suffer all the way.
"General!" The captain of the Yueqi school gave Zhao Meng a hand. They had just passed a rolling stone formation and even Zhao Meng was injured, so they stopped in place to rest for a while, "It's only been less than ten miles after walking for so long. , how is it good!"
Zhao Meng breathed a sigh of relief, there was an ambush in front of him, and there were chasing soldiers in the back, so he was in a dilemma. Suddenly remembering the words of the military advisor, I hurriedly took out the second kit, opened it, and wrote eight big characters: "The sea of hardships has no end, and it is the shore that comes back."
"What's the meaning of this?" The captain of the Yueqi school was confused, how did the military division write a Zen sentence, and now the situation is critical, how can people guess
Zhao Meng rubbed his beard and thought carefully about his current situation. It was obviously a plan set up by the King of Southwest to catch turtles in the urn. Since the strategist left this sentence, he must have calculated that he was in the game and reminded him to turn back in time. . The infantry was still outside the door, and these cavalry could not afford to wear it, so they had to go back and bring the infantry back.
Zhao Meng, who finally calmed down, quickly got on his horse: "All the officers and men obey the order and quickly return to the Shengjing Pass!"
Jing Shao rushed into the pass with troops and horses, and a group of southwestern troops rushed down from the mountain quickly, tightening the reins and shouting: "The cavalry first, the infantry cross the sword!"
The little black man stood up with a neigh and rushed forward quickly, the horse behind him also accelerated, the foot soldiers behind heard the words, the spear bearer quickly retreated, and the knife bearer hurried a few steps to both sides, "Shu La Pull" the horizontal knife to face the enemy soldiers. Swooping down from the mountain, the impact was full. The machete was only good at cutting horseshoes, but it was no match for a wide knife full of sharp blades.
For a while, there was a series of screams, and the blood fog filled the sky!
In the long line of infantry, the dragon head is Jingshao's personal guard, so it is forbidden to cooperate and cooperate tacitly. The knife-wielding infantry slashed and killed the front enemy soldiers, and then quickly retreated, and the spear-wielding infantry quickly climbed up and firmly restrained those machete soldiers. The mountain road was narrow, and there were not many soldiers who could directly face the enemy. The Southwest Army was delusional to win by cleverness, and the number was not large.
Jing Shao led the army to fight, and there were many corpses along the way. There were countless broken stones, abandoned armor, and thorns. Xiao Hei was very talented and knew how to avoid obstacles, but other horses were not capable of this. Reining the horse to order the infantry to clean up the battlefield first, after a while, he saw the dust billowing in front, and Zhao Meng rushed over with a brigade of cavalry in dismay.
"My lord!" Zhao Meng was very excited when he saw Jing Shao.
Jing Shao looked at him coldly, seeing that his armor was damaged, he thought it was some injuries: "Go back to the main camp for this commander, clear the Shengjing Pass, and then go back to clean up you!"
When Zhao Meng heard the words, his expression changed, and he got off his horse and knelt down and said, "The last general is reckless and willing to be punished, but as a marshal, the prince is guarding the camp. I beg the commander to give the last general another chance..."
"Report~" Before Zhao Meng could finish speaking, the soldiers who reported the letter rode fast horses all the way through the crowd of people, and the army gave way.
"Commander Qi, more than a thousand cavalry raided the camp!" Xinbing's voice was very flustered.
"What!" Jing Shao's eyes widened, if struck by lightning, all the cavalry would be outside, and the raiding camp would definitely suffer heavy casualties, and his Jun Qing was still there!
"My lord, the cavalry is useless on this mountain road, and at the end will lead the infantry first!" Zhao Meng took the opportunity to stand up.
Jing Shao took a deep look at him, and quickly turned the horse's head, "The cavalry obey the order, hurry back to the camp!" Without saying a word, he led most of the cavalry away.
Mu Hanzhang stood outside the tent and looked not far away, the dust was billowing, and he was aggressive, obviously not good.
"咴～～～" That team of raiders really did not concentrate on attacking the camp, but divided into three sides, east, west and south, each attacking in a cone shape. If the speed is too fast, the horses will trip over and over again, the front will fall, and the rear will be tripped by the horse in front, and the neigh will be heard again and again for a while. The Bafang infantry quickly gathered into six parties, watching the horses fall silently.
Soon, the people behind realized that they had tripped the rope, so they slowed down their speed. One, two, ten... One after another, soldiers and horses crossed the rope, and some held a large knife on the horse and swung the knife to cut it off. Follow the example, and the rope will be destroyed in a short time. The enemy army turned into ice picks like the rapids leaking between the fingers, and pierced straight into the formation of the infantry, screaming and killing for a while.
Jing Shao whipped his horse hips violently, hurry up, hurry up, he didn't dare to think about where these people came from, and he didn't dare to imagine what kind of situation Jun Qing was in at the moment.
Xiao Hei sensed the urgency of his master, so he spread his hooves and ran wildly, throwing the soldiers and horses behind him far away, taking the lead and rushing away.
Cavalry doesn't actually have much advantage over infantry, and even if one cavalry is against three infantry, it is a huge loss. Mu Hanzhang frowned as he watched these people rush to kill so desperately, but why
"Whoosh~" Mu Hanzhang was startled, he subconsciously turned sideways to dodge, and an arrow passed through the place where he stood just now and penetrated the middle tent. Looking up, there are arrows and arrows all over the eyes, these people are not cavalry, but archers!
Cavalry does not have an advantage over infantry, even if it is a pair of three, it is not cost-effective, but if it is a horse archer, the arrows are extremely lethal, which can indeed increase the casualties of the camp, but the soldiers who can ride and shoot are the elite soldiers. The King of Southwest's blood attacked the camp, and it must have a purpose, and this purpose...
"Whoosh whoosh!" Countless arrows were shot towards the middle tent, and Mu Hanzhang vaguely felt that this purpose might be him! Turn around and quickly run towards the crowded place, the arrows should not be attacked at close range, the closer you get, the less likely you will be injured.
"Master, be careful!" The right guard turned back and saw that Mu Hanzhang was dodging the arrow, dragged him to his side, and gave him a short knife, "Don't leave me!"
Mu Hanzhang held the knife horizontally in front of him, raised the knife to block the spear that was swung down by the horse, and the right guard slashed with the horizontal knife, immediately cut off the arm holding the spear, and put his foot on the horse's stomach.
"Ah~" The horseman screamed and fell off the horse, and the foot soldiers on the side immediately added a knife and chopped him to death.
"The strategist is really all-rounder!" He was given a short knife just in case, but unexpectedly, the strategist actually knew how to strike twice. The knife technique was precise, the moves were concise, and even though it lacked internal support, the skills were unambiguous.
Mu Hanzhang curled his lips into a smile, did not answer, and pressed against the back of the right guard. His meridians are weak and he cannot practice martial arts, but it does not prevent him from practicing these skills. In order to prevent himself from becoming a sick child, and he is really yearning for martial arts, Mu Hanzhang often secretly watches his father practice swords and spears, and writes down the moves one by one. I practiced secretly in my own yard, and over time, I practiced some life-saving moves, and my body gradually improved.
The cavalry's surprise attack was fast and fierce, but now it was held back, and could not find the target of the attack.
Mu Hanzhang just breathed a sigh of relief, when the horse's hooves came again not far away, his heart tightened suddenly, he looked up, the black horse and silver armor came from the sky one by one, his tightly pursed lips slowly raised, his The Spoon is back!
Jing Shao squeezed his horse's stomach and rushed towards the camp, looking at the chaos from a distance, getting closer and closer, the man in Tsing Yi was so conspicuous among a group of dark soldiers, a bloody dagger was admired. Han Zhang held it in his hand, but it gave the illusion that it was actually a long flute. Seeing that he was safe and sound, a heart that mentioned his throat finally fell, Jing Shao couldn't help but grinned and ran towards his princess.
At this moment, a sudden change occurred, and an enemy soldier who was riding behind the tent suddenly jumped out and waved a long sword towards Mu Hanzhang, who was wearing a long robe.
"Junqing!" Jing Shao only felt that his heart was being clenched fiercely, and he watched the long knife and the giant blade swing at the person who had no power to bind the chicken. Only that smear of blood is striking and thorn red!
"No~" roaring and rushing forward, Jing Shao pulled out the long sword from his waist and chopped off the head of the man on the horse with a click, and the blood splattered three feet immediately! Little Hei raised his hoof and kicked the half-standing horse away, revealing the person behind the horse.
"Counselor!" Right Hujun turned around, shouted in anger, and reached out to pick it up, but someone was faster than his hand.
Jing Shaoteng jumped off the horse and hugged him into his arms, his eyes were red, and his voice trembled: "Junqing, Junqing!"
"Hmm..." Mu Hanzhang snorted, covering his injured shoulder, blood gurgled from between his long and fair fingers, and smiled with his white lips, "Small injury, don't worry... Hey!"
Jing Shao looked at the place where the blood was bubbling, and his heart was so painful that he picked up the person in his arms and walked towards the king's tent, loudly saying: "Find a military doctor, hurry up!"
Without caring about protecting the military division, the right guard raised his sword and scolded: "Damn, dare to hurt our military division, kill!"
"Kill~" When the soldiers heard the words, they rushed towards the few remaining cavalry.
"Junqing..." Jing Shao kept calling the person in his arms, afraid that he would faint.
"Xiaoshao, I'm fine, don't be afraid." Mu Hanzhang leaned against his arms, the injury was only a skin injury, he wanted to laugh at this guy's fuss, but he felt his arms shaking slightly, and finally Unable to bear the scolding, he gently comforted him with his bloody hand.