Chapter 168: Avoid the false and attack the real

Chapter 168: Avoid the false and attack the real

Chapter 168: Avoid the false and attack the real
Time passed, and two hours passed in the blink of an eye.
The sun in the sky is like a hot furnace, constantly scorching the earth.

Even though the hottest period has passed, the earth is still filled with stuffiness.

The sound of a horn rang out from the bottom of the mountain. Lu Yunyi, who was sitting quietly under the shade of a tree and reading the military newspaper, suddenly raised his head, with a gleam of light in his eyes.
He quickly took the telescope placed on one side and the clothes woven with green leaves hanging on one side.

He quickly reached the edge of the cliff, covered his body with clothes, and checked the battlefield below.

The forward scouts acted quickly. After learning of the trap, they immediately changed their strategy and launched an attack in just two hours.

The sound of horse hooves of more than two thousand cavalrymen rang out hurriedly, making a thumping sound on the ground, and they surrounded the area from four directions in the south!

The gates of the military camp of Marshal Duoyan and Prince Huining were hastily opened, and the soldiers responded to the challenge, marching in a panic.

If they stay indoors, the unfinished camp will be destroyed by the scouts of the vanguard army.

It would only take a few rockets to destroy all their efforts these days.

Under such circumstances, Marshal Duoyan and King Huining must engage in battle!

Lu Yunyi lay on the top of the mountain, shaking the telescope in his hand back and forth, looking around for the figures of the two grassland generals.

The mountaintop where they were standing was empty, and Marshal Duoyan and King Huining were nowhere to be found.
Soon, Lu Yunyi's eyes focused, and he saw Marshal Duoyan in the camp on the right.
He did not ride on his horse to fight, but stood on a high platform, quietly overlooking the entire battlefield.

Soldiers kept moving around him, hiding in the tents near the southern fence.

Behind the military camp, there was a cavalry of more than a thousand people waiting there. Judging from the armor they were wearing, they should be the elite troops of King Huining.

Once the soldiers of the front army's scout unit rushed out and fell into the trap, they would kill them in one fell swoop.

But unfortunately, the direction was wrong and all efforts were in vain. The scouts of the front army would not be able to break through the camp on the right.

At this time, Liu Heiying also crawled over with the booklet in his hand.
He was also covered in green clothes and holding a telescope in his hand.

Seeing him coming, Lu Yunyi ordered:

"Record all the traps set up in the camp below, and find out the military habits of Marshal Duoyan and King Huining.

Now that we are here, let’s resolve this war quickly.”

Lu Yunyi narrowed his eyes and looked at the sun not far away, with helplessness flashing in his eyes.
It’s too hot!!!!

And if we don’t end this war quickly, we might not be able to catch up with most of them.

Liu Heiying also had such feelings, and asked aloud while recording:
"Brother Yun'er, we can come forward and ask them to surrender now. They will definitely surrender."

Lu Yunyi looked at the battlefield below and said:
"Surrender is not the goal, but the means.

The court's next battle direction is in the southwest. The northern border areas must be pacified as much as possible to prevent any chaos.
If we ask them to surrender now, they still have troops under their command, so there is no guarantee that they will not have other intentions.

If the situation recurs, it will be a headache for the court and a disgrace to us.
Therefore, it is better to kill them all. It would be best to tie up the three kings of the Northeast and take them to Yingtian, and then support their descendants.

In this way, the Liaowang County will be stable for at least ten years."

Liu Heiying blinked his eyes, looked up with a look of sudden realization and smiled:
"Brother Yun'er is really thoughtful.
Wang Shen and his brothers have found a way around the back of the mountain.
Although it was a bit narrow, it was passable. The brothers were a little impatient.

But for safety reasons, we are still developing the area, and it will probably be completed by evening."

"Well done. Although Liaodong is not as good as the southwest, there are still some mosquitoes, snakes and rats in the mountains and forests. Let the soldiers pay more attention to protection.
If he didn't die on the battlefield but died in the mountains, that would be a big joke."

"Don't worry, Brother Yun'er, everything has been arranged."

Lu Yunyi was still very confident that Liu Heiying was doing things. He nodded and ignored him, and turned to look at the battlefield below.
Lu Yunyi's eyes were like torches, piercing through the dust and smoke.
Looking down at the dark red and messy land baptized by war,
Two thousand cavalrymen from the front scout unit,
Dressed in iron armor, they were like a black iron torrent, split into more than ten streams, and moved back and forth across the battlefield.

The dust that was raised almost covered the entire battlefield, making it difficult to see clearly.

The grassland troops of King Huining and Marshal Duoyan were far inferior to the elite scouts of the front army.

They wore simple leather armor, and some even wore colorful clothes instead of armor.

They gathered in front of the two camps, riding on war horses and waving scimitars.

The sounds rose and fell, as if growing in momentum.

But looking down from above, one could easily see that their morale was low and the soldiers were afraid to move forward.

At least they did not dare to move forward until the two commanders issued strict military orders.

Finally, their fear of war angered the grassland commander.
The sound of trumpets and drums rang out one after another, and there were also some faint curses.

Lu Yunyi also saw the military supervisors, about ten of them.
He just rushed into the army formation, dragged out one of the centurions and hacked him to death on the spot, probably as a warning to others.

At this point, the grassland soldiers slowly began to move, charging towards the front army's scouts from both sides of the battlefield!

Lu Yunyi took a deep breath and cheered himself up.

What he was looking at were not the grassland soldiers, but the scouts of the vanguard army.

This time he was outside the game, away from the battlefield.
It just so happens that the enemy is weak, so we can take this opportunity to see the weaknesses of the front army's scout unit and improve them.

The only people in the army can rely on are the soldiers at their disposal.
If the soldiers are brave, then everything will go smoothly.

If the soldiers are defeated repeatedly and their fighting capacity is weak, the commander will naturally suffer badly, so the stronger the soldiers, the better.

He took out a notebook and a brush from his bosom and began to record everything.

And below, there were also documents beside Zhang Yuwu and Fuliu recording the battle in front of them.

The two of them were a little different from the morning. Wu Fuliu also stood on the saddle.

The two stood side by side, looking down at the chaotic battlefield ahead.

The front scouts had already started fighting with the grassland people, screams and the smell of blood were gradually transmitted.

The expressions of the two men had become much more serious.

Unlike in the morning, this time there were many armored soldiers among the young and strong men on the grassland.

They should be real soldiers, not the young and strong men who were sent to die at will in the morning.

In their sight, Liao Xinyuan's troops, who were fighting the most fiercely, had already shifted from the original central battlefield to the right battlefield.
The two hundred men under his command encountered the fiercest resistance, and those who tried to stop them were soldiers in armor.

The cavalry of both sides suddenly collided with each other like an iron stream in a storm!
The sound of horse hooves was as deafening as thunder. The iron hooves stepped on the ground, splashing up pieces of dust. The blood plasma accumulated on the ground was also caused by the trembling of the earth, causing ripples.

The soldiers of the front army scouts brandished their long swords, flashing with cold light, and every swing was accompanied by a whistling sound that tore through the air.

Liao Xinyuan, as he did in the past, took the lead and charged forward hard!
Time seemed to freeze, the figures of both sides intertwined, the long swords collided with flesh and blood, making a unique puffing sound.

The horses neighed, the soldiers shouted,

In an instant, the entire battlefield on the right was filled with blood and iron, intertwined with each other!
But soon, Zhang Yu keenly discovered that the situation was not right. Those grassland cavalrymen were not as brave as they looked.
Instead, they fought and retreated, being pushed forward little by little by the scouts of the front army.

In less than a cup of tea, they had retreated more than a hundred feet.
If their horses had not been facing forward, they might have been thought to be fleeing in panic.

Wu Fuliu also noticed something was wrong, and a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes:
"Are these grassland people so impatient? Are they starting to retreat now?"

Zhang Yu also frowned, with a strange look on his face.

But no matter what, we must respond and not defeat the blocking soldiers so easily.

Otherwise, if we retreat before reaching the camp on the right, we will easily be discovered.

"Sir, these grassland people are afraid of fighting. Maybe we need to make some strategic changes."

Wu Fuliu looked solemn and nodded:

"That's fine. Just give your orders. These are some changes that we have anticipated."

Zhang Yu's face was solemn, and he immediately looked towards the central battlefield. The troops in a stalemate with the grassland people there were Ning Chong's troops. Years ago, he and Liao Xinyuan had disobeyed military orders and were withdrawn from their positions as centurions and demoted to ordinary soldiers.

The two of them were quite ambitious and gained a lot in the Northern Expedition.
In addition, Lu Yunyi also remembered their old friendship and allowed him to return to his position as a centurion.

This back and forth made the two men more calm. In the established strategy, the retreat on the right battlefield must not let the grassland people see any clues.
Therefore, the adjacent central battlefield was destined to remain in a stalemate, so that they could show their defeat at the right time and then retreat calmly.

Then the soldiers on the right battlefield responsible for strangulation can give up the victory and go to support the central battlefield, thus leaving the right battlefield.

This is reasonable, although a little rough.

But things change rapidly on the battlefield, so it’s better to hide it for a while.

Zhang Yu had all sorts of thoughts flashing through his mind. Without any hesitation, he picked up the loudspeaker and shouted:
"Ning Chong! Hold on!"

The messenger beside him also raised more than a dozen loudspeakers and started shouting.

"Ning Chong! Hold on!"

The loud voice spread throughout the battlefield, reaching Ning Chong's ears and the ears of the grassland people who were resisting him.

Ning Chong was carefully swinging his long sword at this moment.

I was afraid that I would accidentally kill the grassland people in front of me.
Hearing this military order, he cursed inwardly,
Then, without hesitation, he loosened his long sword a little, just in time for the grassland man's scimitar to attack.

He resisted hastily, uttered a cry of surprise, and covered his wrist in pretending to be in pain.
The soldiers around him were in much the same situation. Ning Chong's troops, which had been in a stalemate, suddenly showed signs of defeat.
Being pressed by the grassland people in front, they retreated little by little.

Ning Chong sighed and held the knife in both hands to stop the grassland people who were chasing him, with a complicated expression on his face.

He clearly remembered that General Lu once said,

The cavalry battle formation does not involve hacking and killing on horseback, but rather coming and going like a shadow and like the wind. If an attack fails, they will retreat in an instant and charge again.

Now the war horses are moving leisurely, and the soldiers riding on the horses are doing the same hacking and fighting as the infantry.

But the grassland people in front of them were still fighting back and forth with them.
The cavalry battlefield turned into an infantry phalanx, and Ning Chong felt that the scene before him was a little absurd.

But he had experienced the consequences of disobeying military orders, so he could only retreat little by little.

He looked to the right, where the sound of horse hooves was like thunder. More than a hundred cavalrymen from both sides were fighting back and forth, charging and making detours!

After each charge, the grassland people would leave behind more than ten corpses. That kind of battle formation was a real cavalry fight.

In a quarter of an hour, Ning Chong and his troops had retreated more than a hundred feet.
The grassland man in front of him not only did not notice anything wrong, but swung his long sword even more vigorously.
This was probably the first time they had gained the upper hand on the battlefield, so they were eager for quick success and extremely excited.

At this time, Zhang Yu, who was not far away, took out the loudspeaker again.
This time he faced to the right and shouted, even adding some urgency on purpose:

"Liao Xinyuan!! Back off! Back off!! Don't go too deep alone!!!"

Turn to the central battlefield and relieve the siege! ! "

Liao Xinyuan, who was fighting on the right, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

If no more military orders come, these grassland people will be defeated.

In less than two quarters of an hour of fighting, at least seventy or eighty grassland people lost their lives.

There were countless wounded fighters, and the resistance they could offer was getting smaller and smaller.

Without any hesitation, he let out a loud shout with a firm look in his eyes:
"Brothers!! Retreat!! Go save the brothers!!"

The soldiers beside him also breathed a sigh of relief. The timid fighting was really uncomfortable.

Their eyes suddenly became sharp, their relaxed bodies gradually tensed up, their legs clamped around the horses' bellies,
He tightly grasped the long sword and spear in his hands, and the warhorse under him no longer restricted its speed and began to gallop wildly.
They made a great arc in the open space,
Resolutely charge towards the grassland soldiers on the central battlefield!
There was a loud sound of horse hooves. Ning Chong, who was retreating, moved his ears slightly and his eyes focused. Soon he saw the smoke rising to the right.

At this moment, the grassland man in front of him attacked again with his long sword, slashing down in the air. The sound of breaking wind rang in Ning Chong's ears.

Ning Chong's mouth corners suddenly curled up, his eyes became brutal, and he spat and cursed:

"I'm really giving you face, brothers, fight back!"

Then, he slowly raised his right arm and collided with the long sword that was swinging towards him!

when!
The sound of metal and stone colliding suddenly rang out, and something happened that shocked the grassland man. The sharp long knife hit the arm guard but could not go in an inch.
The 'Northern Yuan remnant' who had fought him back and forth seemed to have a surge of strength in his body.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't push the raised arm down!

He even saw the remnant of the Northern Yuan Dynasty looking at his blade with interest, and finally sneered:
"The blade is already fucking bent, why are you still chopping!"

Before he could react, a strong sound of breaking wind came from his left ear.

The grassland man turned his head to look, his pupils had shrunk to the size of a needle tip.

He swore that his eyesight had never been better.

He saw the blade of the "Northern Yuan Remnant",
Smooth and neat, a line runs smoothly from left to right without even a bend.
He raised his eyebrows slightly and sighed in his heart, what a good knife!

But the next moment, he felt that the world was turning upside down.

The world before my eyes seemed to begin to tumble and to be falling down little by little.

As he rolled over, he saw a headless corpse standing on a horse, doing the same movements as him.

Suddenly, he had a flash of enlightenment: I was already dead.

The world before his eyes suddenly went dark, he lost consciousness, and his head fell to the ground with a soft "thump".

After chopping off the man's head, Ning Chong turned his horse around without any hesitation and galloped away. The soldiers beside him did the same.
The grassland people in the central battlefield opened their eyes wide and showed excitement on their faces.
Beat them back! Beat them back!
But soon their faces changed again and again.

In their sight, the remnants of the Northern Yuan Dynasty who did not even turn their heads back stopped more than a hundred feet away.

He turned his horse's head again and rushed over without any hesitation.
The horses' hooves thundered, the smoke billowed,
The sharp long knife in his hand reflected the sunlight, making people's eyes hurt!

Before they could react, they heard someone from their tribe shouting:
"Someone's coming from the left!!"

The soldiers led by Liao Xinyuan rushed forward without any hesitation.

The long swords in their hands swung, the spears stabbed, and the horses charged!

In an instant, the smell of blood filled the air, and they cleared a bloody road filled with corpses, cutting off the grassland people's cavalry!
At this moment, the cavalry led by Ning Chong also rushed over in an instant. A hundred feet was not enough for the cavalry to accumulate enough momentum.
But the grassland cavalry before them had become grassland infantry.

That's enough!

The scouts of the front army were like sharp blades that had just been swung, suddenly tearing through the stagnant battle formation of the grassland people!

In the sunlight, the blades shone, illuminating the soldiers' resolute faces which were completely different from before!

As you step into the enemy camp, fighting breaks out instantly, with war cries and shouts intertwined, deafening!
The bloody smell stinks in the hot sun.

The scouts in the front army wielded their swords without hesitation.

Every slash is accompanied by the enemy's wailing and the collision of flesh and blood!
Their movements were swift and accurate, and every blow caused blood to splatter everywhere, dyeing the green grassland beneath their feet red. The heavy blood broke the newly grown buds.

In an instant, the central battle formation of the grassland people became shaky.

After being attacked twice from the front and back by the troops led by Liao Xinyuan and Ning Chong, the entire army was easily wiped out!

Not far away, Zhang Yu, standing on the saddle, waved his fist fiercely.

In an instant, the grassland people lost at least four hundred lives, and the entire central battlefield became empty.

Different from the young men in the morning, these people should be the real soldiers of the Second King.

After five days of struggle, their foundation was truly damaged.

The excitement on Zhang Yu's face quickly faded, and he became solemn. He quickly looked at Wu Fuliu and said:

"Sir, if you win too easily, they might see through you."

Wu Fuliu showed a trace of helplessness on his face. This was also the first time he had fought such a strange battle.
He thought for a moment and said quickly:
"Abandon the center right battlefield and attack to the left.
Archers pressed forward with flaming arrows, forcing them to replenish the battlefield.
Use the same trick again, this time hit from left to right!
There is still half an hour to reach the Sun Road, that's enough time!"

"Yes!!" Zhang Yu showed excitement and quickly issued military orders!
　There is more in the evening, my Lords.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)