The disciples of Qian Lianghe waited for work, circled a long arc, and chased the retreating Daliang sentry cavalry.
Waiting for work with ease, fighting more with less, this is a one-sided battle in everyone's opinion.
Wang Mukun thinks so.
The generals of the two rivers thought so.
All the children of Lianghe think so.
But the war situation did not develop like this.
The Daliang Sentinel Cavalry on the opposite side did not speed up and flee, but instead formed a formation on the spot.
The Daliang sentries in the middle began to pick up their shields, take off their spears, and prepare to form a formation to defeat the enemy. The ones on the two wings again drew their bows and arrows, and actually formed an encircling crane wing formation.
This move shocked Wang Mukun.
I couldn't help but frown. Aren't these Great Liang sentries afraid of death? Still crazy? Could it be that he wanted to defeat his own team of thousands with a team of less than a hundred people?
The two groups of men and horses approached quickly, and a thousand Lianghe disciples began to shoot with their riding bows.
A wave of arrow rain instantly tilted over the heads of the Great Liang sentry riders, covering almost all the Great Liang sentry riders.
Seeing this situation, Wang Mukun couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief and said lightly, "It's over."
The other generals also showed joy, "Hahaha, these Daliang sentry cavalry are fierce enough, but they don't know whether to live or die. They even try to use a hundred men to fight against my thousand cavalry!"
"That's right, one thousand against one hundred, ten against one, not a single one of these Daliang sentries can escape."
"You are absolutely right. We must not let anyone from the Daliang Iron Horse leave alive this time."
"..."
Wang Mukun smiled indifferently and began to think about how to attack next.
But the next scene completely shocked them.
These Daliang sentries raised their shields to block their vital points, and without slowing down at all, they rushed straight towards the Lianghe disciples on the opposite side.
The sharp arrows clanked against their shields and armor, but the sound was crisp and clear, but it was of no use.
Not a single Daliang sentry rider fell off his horse, and no one was injured.
Next, these Daliang sentries also began to draw their bows and set arrows. They opened their bows like the full moon and shot out big arrows like meteors.
In just an instant, bursts of painful wails and screams erupted from the Lianghe cavalry. Suddenly, people fell on their backs, and there were countless casualties.
In just the first round, dozens of Lianghe disciples fell to their deaths.
Most of them were shot in the face and neck, and could not be saved.
The remaining Lianghe cavalry were frightened and angry, and raised their bows to fight back, but the arrows of the Daliang Sentinel Cavalry were shot out again.
This time, more of the Lianghe cavalry fell off their horses, forty or fifty people. Many of them were frightened and fell off their horses.
Horseback riding and shooting cannot be practiced overnight.
Most of these Daliang Sentinels are Qiang people who were born and raised in the northwest. They have been practicing riding and shooting since they were young.
Wang Mukun saw that his Lianghe cavalry was no match for the opponent's Daliang sentry cavalry, and immediately ordered the cavalry to retreat, with firearms soldiers and crossbowmen preparing to cover.
But the two armies are already anxiously together, how can they retreat?
The Daliang sentry riders were all skilled with bows and horses, their spears and sabers in their hands were like meteors and rain of fire, and they were like tigers entering the flock of sheep, slashing and killing indiscriminately in the formation of the Lianghe cavalry.
Wherever the scimitar slashed, the cavalry from both rivers fell off their horses one after another, and almost no one could join them.
There are fierce men among these Daliang Sentinels armed with big axes and sabers, and they are even more ferocious.
As soon as the huge weapon fell, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and broken limbs flew everywhere. The scene was extremely bloody.
The Daliang Sentinel Cavalry, with less than a hundred men, killed every one in and out of the Lianghe Cavalry formation, and completely destroyed the spirit of the Lianghe children.
Under the huge casualties, the Lianghe cavalry finally couldn't bear it anymore and retreated one after another.
But how could the Daliang sentry cavalry let these lambs escape so easily? They chased them all the way until they reached the carriage camp and then stopped.
What's more, they actually held up two heads of the Two Rivers Cavalry and showed off their power in front of the carriage camp, which was so arrogant.
Wang Mukun was so shocked that he couldn't stand for a moment and almost sat on the ground, "No wonder King Xiaoliang dared to raise an army to rebel. His cavalry is too strong, too strong!"
A final count of the thousand cavalrymen who rushed out revealed that less than 600 came back, and all of them were injured.
There were only single-digit casualties on the opposite side. How could this casualty gap be compared?
At this moment, he even had the urge to retreat. There were only 100 sentries on the opposite side, but he was forced to have 120,000 soldiers unable to advance or retreat. If all 30,000 Daliang iron horses came to kill them, how should he deal with it?
In any case, the Great Liang sentry cavalry finally retreated.
The car camp continued to move forward, and the closer it got to the northwest border town, the weirder the surrounding atmosphere became.
In the vast desert, a large city connected in the distance finally appeared in the eyes of the children of Lianghe. However, before they could be happy, bursts of dust suddenly rose on the horizon,
Then came the thunderous sound of horse hooves, which sounded from far to near, exploding in the ears of every Lianghe disciple.
Storms, thunder, and thunder are nothing more than this, right?
Under such terrifying high pressure, all the Lianghe disciples were extremely nervous.
Even Wang Mukun showed unprecedented worry. This time it was not a hundred Liang sentries, but 30,000 Liang iron horses, and maybe even infantry.
Sure enough, a terrifying steel rainstorm suddenly fell on the heads of the Lianghe disciples. This was the masterpiece of thousands of Daliang iron horses.
Thousands of strong bows tilted out thousands of large arrows, like iron plows, ruthlessly plowing through the camp of the Lianghe children.
"Puff puff puff puff!"
Countless people from Lianghe screamed and fell to the ground. The dead were pillowed on their pillows, and their heads could not be seen at a glance.
Amidst the choking smoke and dense rain of arrows, a cavalryman with his horse and armor on his horse came from all over the sky to kill.
Every cavalryman is covered with armor, even the war horses. The big bows in their hands are taller than people. They shoot arrows like arrows, and the horses gallop around, almost killing people with their arrows.
Dense large arrows fell continuously, killing almost the whole car camp from beginning to end.
The Lianghe disciples in the entire car camp fell to the ground in groups at a speed visible to the naked eye, and their screams resounded through the sky!
This time, the children of Lianghe fell into complete chaos. Many soldiers were so frightened that they knelt down and kowtowed. Some soldiers were walking around, and some even shouted in horror, "The devil is coming, run quickly, the devil is coming!"
These Lianghe children can't reach full armor at all. Even Wang Mukun's personal bodyguards only have one-third full armor, let alone other ordinary soldiers.
Look at the Daliang Iron Horse opposite. Not only the people, but also the horses are covered with armor. All the people and horses are covered with armor.
Look at the Lianghe disciples who are covered in shabby leather armor.
Is it possible for them to withstand the rain of arrows from the Great Liang Iron Horse with only their flesh and blood?
But how can a body of flesh and blood withstand the attack of arrows?
After only fighting for a stick of incense, no less than 3,000 people from the two rivers were killed or injured.
What's even worse is morale!
The morale of the entire army was low.
Even Wang Mukun was in despair. With the war going like this, he had no choice.
It's pity for these people from Lianghe who traveled thousands of miles to the northwest border city without even receiving a reward. They just came with a rush of blood and an order. As a result, even their bones could not return to their hometown and could only stay behind. This vast desert really echoes the saying, the body is wrapped in horse leather and the soul returns to a foreign land!
The terrifying arrow rain brought by thousands of Daliang iron horses had just come to an end, and the deafening sound of horse hooves sounded again.
I saw countless Daliang iron horses with flying tiger flags, flying dragon flags and various flags on their backs rushing out from all directions. There were only a few thousand people and horses. Facing the car camp composed of 120,000 Lianghe disciples, they showed no fear and instead acted wantonly. provocative.
These Daliang iron horses were so arrogant that they let out ear-piercing roars in a blatant humiliation and provocation outside the range of Cheying's firearms and crossbows.
This is undoubtedly irritating the children of Lianghe, but at this moment, no one of the children of Lianghe dares to come out of the camp to challenge. They have been completely frightened.
Wang Mukun gritted his teeth angrily and turned around to look, but was surprised to find that all the generals under his command looked fearful.
Those brave young generals who were not afraid of death are now like eggplants beaten by frost.
Now, he knows that he has lost this war.
It doesn't matter if he loses, but what about the Gale Dynasty? What should your majesty do?
Immediately afterwards, the sound of drums and horns slowly sounded from the horizon.
I saw groups of armored cavalry appearing like a wall on the boundless battlefield. People were shouting and neighing, it was so fierce.
This time, not only the Daliang Iron Horse appeared, but also a huge infantry formation.
The flags were like surging waves, and the cold and terrifying murderous intent was soaring into the sky.
At the front were tall Qiang warriors. They wore the unique foot armor of the Qiang people and held eight-foot-long spears. The blades of the spears were glowing with a dark red sheen. It was unknown how much human blood they had stained. It's dyed into this horrible look.
In the middle are crossbowmen holding strong bows and crossbows, carrying long and thick arrows on their backs, and advancing slowly.
The last ones to appear were the mixed infantry composed of Tubo people, Qiang people and northwest natives. They were armed with axes, knives, spears and spears. They were a dark mass. Although they were chaotic, they were still fierce.
And in this sea of armor, a huge banner stood out.
On the large scroll, the word "Great Liang" is embroidered impressively.
Below is the master of Great Liang, the head of these elite soldiers, the King of Little Liang, Li Yitong.
He was riding on a bloody horse, and his domineering eyes were getting colder and colder. The man in front of him seemed like a demon from hell, born with a terrifying evil aura.
Finally, Wang Mukun, the most powerful supporter of today's emperor, fell into his trap.
This place was the tomb he chose for Wang Mukun.
Looking at the hedgehog-like car camp, a hint of contempt appeared on the corner of his mouth.
