At this time, the battle was still going on in the horizontal formation in front of the car camp.
After being swept away by the iron fire, the infantry of the Jin army sluggishly for a while, but with the officer's stern urging to fight, the subsequent troops stepped on the blood and minced meat of their companions and charged again with their shields. The crossbowmen at the rear of the horizontal formation were firing arrows outwards without stopping. Because the Jin soldiers were holding a shield, the killing effect was not good. Instead, they were missed and knocked down by arrows thrown back by the Jurchens from time to time.
However, once the morale drops, it is difficult to improve it. The entire momentum of the Jin Army cannot be compared with the first wave of charge. In the center of the horizontal array, Han Xuan's flag stood motionless. Guo Ning knew that this old man was waiting for an opportunity, and everything was under his control.
Although the scale of the frontal battle was large, the Jin army never gained the upper hand. In comparison, the side battle is more exciting.
Within an area of more than a mile from south to north, the entanglement between Dingjun's infantry and Jin's elite cavalry gradually became fierce.
If Ding Haijun's queue is compared to a huge millstone, the Jin Army's cavalry entering the formation one after another are like iron blocks and gravel being rolled into the millstone. They were squeezed, stirred, and ground back and forth by the millstone, and they also exerted the same force as the millstone, trying to break the millstone into pieces.
A rough estimate shows that there are about 400 Jin Army cavalry still fighting, and the casualties are around 100; there are 2,000 of our own troops, and the casualties are about three times that of the Jin Army cavalry. With the enemy on foot, Guo Alin's command was no problem at all.
The two armies faced each other on the battlefield, and the battle situation was changing rapidly. There are too many subjective and objective factors that determine the development of the war situation. Whoever has the upper hand is not necessarily wise, and whoever suffers a loss is not necessarily incompetent.
At this moment, Monk Wanyan Chen grew up in Fengzhou, northern Xinjiang of the Kingdom of Jin. Like most of the brave officers of the Kingdom of Jin, he was good at leading elite cavalry in short charges. This method of warfare is the foundation of the founding of Daijin, and it can exert great power on specific occasions.
Especially when the general is brave enough, he can often frustrate the enemy's position with a small number of elite troops, and the subsequent troops can sweep away fallen leaves like a strong wind, with no disadvantages.
Monk Wanyan Chen is naturally a brave general. He can climb high and take dangerous risks, and shoot as fast as flying. When using troops, he advances first and retreats to the rear. It is no exaggeration to say that he is like a small version of Guo Ning.
So Guo Ning is very aware of the problems with this method of warfare. In the final analysis, this tactic is to maximize personal bravery in order to bully the weak in a small area.
If the enemy army has shortcomings in morale, training, and tactics, or if the enemy army is physically weak or the generals leading the army are timid, they will collapse under such a brave assault. But what if there is an army that is full of tenacity and not afraid of casualties, and its personal bravery is exerted to the extreme, but it cannot overwhelm its will to fight?
Judging from Guo Ning's high standards, Ding Haijun at this moment may be a little less ferocious than he was back then. However, after several years of continuous efforts, the general's command ability and the army's own adaptability have become increasingly perfect. And Guo Alin followed the style of his superiors, staying calm throughout the whole process and keeping his two thousand soldiers from collapsing...
After all, Monk Wanyan Chen only had 500 cavalry, and he divided himself into several groups to enter the formation. Repeated charges could not lead to a breakthrough, and he became passive.
No matter how powerful an individual's courage is, being able to defeat ten people is the limit, and being able to defeat a hundred people is legendary. Monk Wanyan Chen cannot resist the power of the entire army. It is easy for him to enter the formation, but it is difficult for him to break out of the formation with five hundred horses.
If he goes all out to fight and charge, ignoring several groups of companions, he can break through the interception with dozens of cavalry. With better luck, he can lead hundreds of cavalry. But what's the point?
The goal of this cavalry charge is not to kill the general and take the flag, but to destroy the Ding Haijun's chariot. Those dozens of cars are all huge and abnormal. If you use a knife or an ax to cut them, it will be like scratching an itch, leaving at most a few ugly marks. To destroy them, you have to light a fire.
If you want to make a fire, you need to pile some firewood, right? When stacking firewood or setting fires, someone must be responsible for dispersing the soldiers in the convoy, right?
How can dozens or hundreds of riders do these things?
While Guo Ning was assessing the losses on both sides, Monk Wanyan Chen led more than 20 cavalrymen in a somewhat embarrassed manner and rushed out of the Dinghai navy infantry array for the third time.
The formation this time was not the result of Monk Wanyan Chen's assault, but because the space for maneuvering in the formation was getting smaller and smaller. If this continued, the cavalry could only rein in their horses and stand still, slashing left and right, no different from infantry. .
Monk Wanyan Chen made a prompt decision and retreated with his bridle in hand. When he emerged from the chaos of the battlefield, he saw that the cavalry following him separated and rejoined several times. There were slightly more at this time, but there were only about eighty of them. He The Naiman general next to him was sitting precariously on his horse. Blood surged from his side along his armor, and his calves were dyed red.
Monk Wanyan Chen himself was also covered in blood. Although most of it was the blood of Dinghai soldiers, old wounds on his body were also cracked. There were new stab wounds on his shoulder and left thigh, and there was also a stray wound stuck in his back. He cut off the arrow shaft with his backhand, but had no time to pull out the arrow cluster, so every time he made a move, blood flowed from his back.
"Ding Haijun randomly pulled out a group of infantry, and it turned out to be so powerful?" Another general looked a little ugly and said: "Captain, we can't even charge!"
"There's no place where we can't make it through!" Monk Wanyan Chen took off his helmet and threw it away, steam rising from the top of his head more than two feet high: "Aren't we going to make it through now?"
"But……"
What else did the general want to say? Monk Wanyan Chen stopped paying attention to him and turned to look at where the camp was.
Because of the rapid movement of the people and horses, smoke and dust were everywhere around them, abruptly turning the day into dusk. Dust and mud fell from the sky again, choking people and making them cough.
His throat was itchy, but he endured it, not wanting the coughing action to affect the muscles in his back and cause severe pain. After waiting for a while, he noticed many shadowy figures running around the carriage, so he turned around again.
More than eighty riders were scattered around in sparse or dense groups, all filled with murderous intent. They stared at Monk Wanyan Chen with bated breath.
"No problem!" He held up the iron spear and pointed in the direction of the car camp: "Look, those cars are gathering, and the soldiers are busy running around. It is obvious that they no longer project, but prepare to defend in place. Guess why? ?”
Just as a burst of smoke passed by, the sight was no longer obstructed. The general squinted his eyes and asked, "Are you afraid that dozens of us will destroy the car? You shouldn't!"
"They are afraid of death!"
"What?"
"This kind of car has never been seen on the battlefield before. I think it must be difficult to build. What is more difficult than building is to train people who can operate this kind of car! Even if we ride over it with hundreds of people, we can chop melons and vegetables. , if you kill a group of key personnel, then the car will be just a waste!"
"What the captain means is that we just rush over and kill him?"
"Haha, that's not necessary..."
Monk Wanyan Chen laughed: "As soon as our cavalry arrived, the vehicles immediately stopped firing. This is equivalent to saving Wanyan Congtan's life! As long as he is not stupid, he will immediately mobilize all the cavalry to outflank Car camp, destroy these weapons! Listen! Do you hear the noise? They are coming!"
