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Wang Qiang followed Yun Zhao, looking at the chaotic battlefield, and couldn't help but say contemptuously: "No wonder Wang Haogu was defeated. Is this the general he relied on? It's not so good?"

Yun Zhao looked at Wang Qiang with a smile, "Oh, then tell me, are they not doing well there?"

Wang Qiang was excited and he wanted to compete with himself. "The most important thing for generals to fight against cavalry with infantry is that the formation must be tight and a strict formation should be used to fight the impact of cavalry. However, Wan Shichang was not in charge of his subordinates and actually formed such a chaotic situation, which was very unfavorable for infantry."

"Is there any more?" Yun Zhao asked.

"Yes, although Wan Shichang gave up his own advantages and used his own shortcomings to face the enemy's strengths, he finally fought tenaciously and blocked the enemy's first wave of attacks. Park Dem-meng should rush forward at this time, defeating the opponent's first wave of attacks in one fell swoop, and assist Wan Shichang to establish a stable defense line. This is the way to win." Wang Qiang said.

Yun Zhao looked at the battlefield silently without making any sound.

"General, am I wrong?" Wang Qiang asked confidently.

"Wang Qiang, if you moved to Wan Shichang at this time, you would have been defeated!" Yun Zhao said lightly: "Park Demeng, Wan Shichang has been a general for many years, and he really has his own uniqueness. Look carefully and learn more about the experiences of these old people."

Wang Qiang couldn't believe his ears, "General, this, this?"

"You only saw that Wan Shichang did not organize a strict army to fight the cavalry, but you saw that when the opponent's cavalry charged, Wan Shichang's troops had already shown signs of commotion, fear and fear of the enemy?" Yun Zhao waved the whip in his hand. "The army they commanded was not our old Anqing border army. The old Anqing border army had been fighting with the Mongolian army for many years and had long been used to dealing with the impact of the Mongolian and Yuan cavalry. It was the first time these soldiers fought such a war. Moreover, they were the broken soldiers who had just been collected. It was already amazing that Wan Shichang could successfully arouse the fighting spirit of the soldiers on the eve of the soldiers' collapse! What's more, he also entangled these cavalry."

"As for Park De-meng, if he goes to rescue Wan Shichang at this time, he is very likely to fall into chaos. As you said, he may help Wan Shichang defeat this group of cavalry. But after the defeat, can they quickly organize a defense line? Or, they cannot organize a defense line at all?" Yun Zhao looked at Wang Qiang.

"This?" Wang Qiang was speechless.

"If they can't organize a defense line, then the main force of the Mongol Yuan can directly attack Huo Zhenting's original formation." Yun Zhao said lightly: "In this battle, Huo Zhenting will lose!"

"I didn't think it through!" Wang Qiang couldn't help but blush.

"Wang Qiang, the way to use military forces depends on one's heart. Never be superstitious about military books, nor do you rely entirely on past experiences. Sometimes, you can defeat the enemy and win on the battlefield. If you hold on to the rules and regulations, the chance of losing is far higher than your chance of winning."

"I understand!"

Yun Zhao laughed. "It's obvious that it's not too early. Slowly, if you fight too many battles or suffer a few defeats, you will feel a pain in your skin. You will truly understand. Remember one thing, the generals who command the war on both sides are humans, and people will make mistakes. On the battlefield, it depends on whether you can grasp the other party's mistakes, or who makes more mistakes. No matter how careful the plan is in advance, there may be omissions. It depends on the generals' ability to face the enemy."

Wang Qiang nodded vigorously.

"Look, Wan Shichang is slowly gathering his troops inward, and the first wave of cavalry bypasses them and launches an attack on Park Dem-meng's troops. If I expected it is right, Park Dem-meng must have prepared surprises for them on both wings."

Wang Qiang looked up and saw that the second wave of Mongol cavalry bypassed the battlefield ahead at an extremely fast speed and rushed from both wings to Park Dem-meng's side. Cold sweat broke out from his back. He roughly estimated the opponent's speed. If he followed his previous design, it would be bad.

"Jiang is so spicy, it makes sense!" he muttered.

Park Dem-meng's seemingly weak wings suddenly shouted, and rows of archers stood up from the gun forest, and feather arrows pounced into the sky, shot to the highest point, then turned around and rushed down, covering the rushing cavalry. The screams and the sound of falling horses were endless. The Mongol cavalry desperately danced their sabers above their heads, knocking the falling arrows away, but there were always arrows falling from the gap and shooting a cavalry to the ground.

After the three-wheeled arrows, the momentum of the impact had begun to slow down. Park's military flag was waving, and a whirlwind sounded. The archers were retracted, and a spear-like military formation formed by a long spear appeared in front of the impacting cavalry.

The cavalry rode their horses in the air and hit them hard. This is the classic, authentic traditional model of infantry fighting cavalry.

Wan Shichang slowly brought the messy team together to form a small circular formation. In this chaos, he lost at least thousands of people, and the opponent also left hundreds of cavalry in the formation. It would be no loss. He fought against the cavalry, one to two, one to three, or even one to five, and Wan Shichang felt that the loss ratio of one to two, one to three, or even one to five was acceptable.

Seeing the third wave of cavalry approaching from a distance, Wan Shichang and his subordinates began to slowly retreat, pressing towards Park Demeng's right wing. Baitu and hundreds of his cavalry also slowly retreated. He wanted to reserve space and launch another attack. The attack just now was actually blocked by the opponent's attack. Baitu's face was furious.

Wan Shichang's retreat forced the Mongolian Yuan cavalry on the right wing to make way, otherwise they would become a sandwich cake. Wan Shichang and Park Demeng returned to their division together, and a larger square formation appeared in front of the cavalry.

Huo Zhenting let out a long breath, his formation slowly moved forward and moved closer to the battlefield, and in the distance, Tienig's main force was also approaching.

Thousands of cavalry gathered in a cross section of about a kilometer and rolled in. Their momentum was so amazing that there was no need to say much. The ground trembled and the shouts overwhelmed everything.

The forward did not break through the opponent, which made Tinig very dissatisfied. The two thousand-man teams returned in vain, which made him hope to chase the enemy to attack the opponent's own formation in one go. Even so, Tinig was not too frustrated. Even if he was about to encounter the opponent's stingy military formation, the left and right had just made more sacrifices.

In Huo Zhenting's army, the first thing was the crossbows roaring. Crossbow arrows as thick as arms were drilling out a bloody path among the torrent cavalry group. However, the slow rate of the crossbows fired was destined to have extremely limited roles in the face of such a fast charge. Tienig obviously clearly understood the rate of fire of the crossbows and ignored them at all.

Huo Zhenting looked at the fast approaching main force of the Tienig cavalry, and a grim smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Demon-Subduing Crossbow!" he roared in a low voice.

Twenty demon-subduing crossbows hidden in Huo Zhenting's army were launched almost at the same time. Three hundred demon-subduing crossbows, which were smaller than the crossbows, flew into the air with a scream like ghosts and wolves howling.

When he was testing the arrow, a crossbow arrow surprised veterans like Huo Zhenting. Now three hundred such crossbow arrows were launched at the same time, and the roars caused by them actually suppressed the roars of thousands of cavalry opposite, and the sound of horse hooves like muffled thunder. Tienig looked up at the sky, and the crossbow arrows that whistled over and flew over with a small tail flashing with red light, "What's this?" he blurted out.

Before he could react, with a sound of swelling, more than three hundred gorgeous flowers bloomed in the air, and the fiery red flowers pierced towards the torrent cavalry with a scream.

Under Tinig's gaze, the soldiers who were arrowed naturally fell head-on. In this kind of scene, if they were not stepped into meat paste, they would not have survived by the ancestors. But what surprised Tinig was that the sparks falling from the crossbow arrows were burning bigger and bigger on the soldiers' iron armor, and the forward was in a panic in an instant.

The screams of ghosts and wolves howling, and the burning flames made the war horses panic in a moment. Fire has always been something that animals fear, especially when these fires fall, they cannot be extinguished. The Mongolian soldiers soon discovered that when the crossbow arrows flying in the air burned, some black raindrops would fall. These water droplets were stuck on the armor, and an unpleasant smell spread. Whenever they touched a little spark, they would burn with a bang.

The Demon-Subduing Crossbow was constantly firing, and balls of sparks exploded in the air, which was extremely beautiful, but when they fell, they caused large pieces of damage.

Among the Zhending troops, a group of cavalry jumped out. They held a rope pocket in their hands and turned rapidly on their heads. With the help of horsepower, they threw them forward with force. The Mongolian army waved their sabers to smash these black things. To their surprise, these things were not iron mouths or stones with some lethality, but were actually some clay pots. Naturally, the clay pots could not resist the attack of the steel knife, and they broke one after another. At the same time, black liquid came to their faces.

A row of archers ran out of the queue, and above the arrow, the fire was faint, and it turned out to be a rocket.

The string sounded and the arrow came out. The group of cavalry who rushed in the front instantly turned into firemen. No matter where these arrows fell, whether they hit these archers or landed on the ground, in short, the inconspicuous flames turned into sky-high fires in the next moment.

In the attacking Mongolian cavalry and Huo Zhenting's army, it turned into a sea of ​​fire in a short time.

The demon-subduing crossbow in the air roared and flew sharply. The Huo team on the ground kept throwing pots with tinder oil forward, and the rockets shot out one after another. Looking at the neatly storm-route queue that had just been trapped in great chaos, a familiar scene suddenly appeared in Tienig's mind. In Jishan, Wu Liqi's three thousand elite soldiers were missing, and he was both heartbroken. The horrifying scene was once again staged in front of him, and this time the protagonist was replaced by himself.
Chapter completed!