After killing the sentry, according to normal thinking, you should attack.
Catch him by surprise and seize the opportunity.
But the nomads are good at riding and shooting, and they are tall and strong. Even if Dayu Erlang is stronger, he will inevitably suffer losses in unfamiliar terrain.
Everyone knows that in battle, there will be casualties, but it is uncomfortable for everyone when the soldiers who have been with you day and night suddenly fall to the ground, and the person who smiled at you just now turns into a cold corpse.
Fang Heng still remembers that his father was depressed for half a month because of the death of his personal guard. Later, General Fang taught him, "If you don't want to lose many people, then you have to plan in advance to protect them."
How to protect it?
Fang Heng thought about the days when the temple was ruined, he thought about digging holes for Zhou Zhiqiang, he thought about outsmarting the Xieyang County magistrate, and he thought about playing cat and mouse with the Wang family.
Those little things in life are integrated and coincide with the art of war taught by his father, making him more and more brilliant.
His eyes were astonishingly bright, he held down the Da Yu'er men who were about to move, and whispered, "Jiang Yi and Jiang Wu will take twenty people to the front to lure the enemy. Be careful to protect yourself. The others will ambush me."
After killing the Tartars many times recently, the members of the fifth team trusted Fang Hengna and obeyed unconditionally.
Jiang Yi and Jiang Wu immediately led the people forward, while the others retreated to hide themselves, ready to fight at any time.
This tactic is actually not difficult to understand.
Twenty or so Da Yu'erlangs rushed over. The Tartars were surprised at first, but then they reacted with anger and wanted to strangle them and avenge the sentry.
It is known that there are no more than thirty enemies at most. The Tartars will send forty or fifty out of caution, but it is impossible to send out all the troops.
When the pursuit reached the ambush, the men of Dayu, who had been preparing for a long time, jumped out and slaughtered all the Tartars.
"Are you still going in, captain?" Jiang Yi asked.
Fang Heng shook his head.
You can't use the same move twice. Tartars are not fools. They will be wary and have doubts.
"Then...should we continue to hide now?" Jiang Wu asked hesitantly.
Guessed it.
Fang Heng snapped his fingers and said, "The entire army is on standby and ambush."
The Tartars lost their sentries, and the forty or fifty compatriots they chased were nowhere to be seen. Out of caution, they would send troops to track them down.
At this time, it depends on the capabilities and numbers of both parties.
If the Tartars sent more people, the fifth team would have to stand still and wait until they were far away to outflank the nest.
Otherwise, kill them directly and then rush into the Tatar den.
Leading troops in battle requires being flexible and adaptable. You cannot directly apply the methods of your ancestors, nor can you memorize the strategies in the book. These are the conclusions that Fang Heng came to during two years of fighting.
He held his breath, crouched behind the lush green grass, and stared straight ahead.
After about tea time, there was the sound of horses. More than thirty Tatars came over. They saw obvious signs of fighting and they were cursing.
Based on my experience in dealing with people in the past few years, the scolding is quite dirty.
Jiang Liu came over and asked in a low voice, "Captain, there are quite a few people, should they be destroyed?"
Everyone immediately grasped the long knives in their hands, ready to rush in at any time.
Fang Heng pursed his lips. Generally speaking, it would be best to rush in and kill the Tartars at this time, but the Tartars were not fools, and they accurately fell into their plans every time.
To put it bluntly, if the Tartars were so easy to deal with, the border areas of the Dayu Dynasty would not have been turbulent for decades.
"Wait a minute." Fang Heng ordered in a suppressed voice.
The men were ready to move, but out of respect, they suppressed their emotions.
After tea time, the Tartars in the front just got on their horses, and hundreds more Tartars came from behind, chattering, as if to confirm that there was no ambush.
Jiang Liu broke out in a cold sweat. If they had been there just now, they would be the food of the Tartars.
Regardless of the small difference in numbers between the two sides, if Dayu were to fight on horseback on the grassland, it would be a miserable victory.
"Captain, what should we do now?" Jiang Yi also came over and asked.
Fang Heng's mind was spinning rapidly.
The fifth team has a total of more than 100 elites with 300 fighting strength. There are about 400 Tatars on the opposite side. If you want to protect people, you can't go head-on, you have to use strategies.
Dayu fought against the Tartars for decades and knew that he was weak on horseback. He once invented the "horse tripping rope" as a sharp weapon against the nomads, but it was gradually abandoned due to its high geographical restrictions.
Fang Heng remembered that he had brought more than twenty cigarettes this time, originally just in case, but now he wanted to use them.
"Jiang Wu, immediately gather fifty masters of cavalry and archery, with their ponytails tied on their outer robes."
"Jiang Yi, lead the others to prepare. After the Tartars chase them out, they will bury the trip rope deeply in place. Remember to insert two branches as marks."
The two agreed without hesitation.
Soon Jiang Yi reacted, "Captain, are the Tartars chasing us? Where are we chasing?"
Fang Heng didn't say anything. He took off his robe and tied it on the horse's tail, then got on the horse again. After nodding to Jiang Wu, he pulled up the reins and shouted, "Drive!"
Fifty good mounted archers followed him, shouting at the same time, "Drive!"
The wind on the grassland was strong, blowing the young man's hair, and beside him were four hundred Tartars with murderous intent, but they were fearless and galloped forward.
The robes on the ponytails also lifted up, bringing the original lineup of fifty people to hundreds.
"Dayu people!"
"Damn Dayu people, they are the ones who killed our compatriots."
The Tartars shouted angrily, quickly turned their horses, and chased them in unison.
The horses of the nomadic people were extremely fast, and the distance between the two groups of people was getting shorter and shorter. Fang Heng turned over and took off the robe from the horse's tail, and threw it back with all his strength.
The others followed suit, and countless clothes rushed towards them, finally blocking the Tartars' progress for a moment.
However, those who should catch up are still chasing after them, chattering in foreign languages and filled with murderous aura, hanging behind Dayu Erlang, which can make them shatter into pieces and grind into the soil at any time.
"My dear men, hurry up." Fang Heng shouted, "You can't stay on the grassland to fatten."
As expected, the young men sped up a bit, and the horses galloped until only their shadows were left, struggling to move forward.
It's just that during this journey, they deviated to the right hand direction without leaving a trace. If someone stood from a God's perspective, they would see them drawing a circle on the grassland, and finally running back to the original place from the other direction.
During this period of about three cups of tea, the horses ran until they were exhausted, the young men were soaked with sweat, and the Tartars were chasing after them, and the distance between the two sides became smaller and smaller.
Fortunately, the tripping ropes have been arranged.
Fang Heng aimed at the branch and whistled, and the fifty people behind him cleverly flew to both sides, barely avoiding the position of the tripping horse rope.
In an instant.
The horse of the Dayu Dynasty fell, and the Tatar horse that followed it also fell. The brave and fighting nomads fell to the ground with various pieces of meat and bones, and even suffered severe fractures.
The men of Dayu who had been lying in ambush rushed out with their swords in hand and fought with the remaining Tartars.
When there were horses, the nomads were the bosses. When there were no horses, the Dayu Dynasty was second, and no one dared to be first!
Kill!
The long knife pierced the neck, and blood dripped all over the sky. No one called for help, not even a whimper.
The living are exhausted, the dead are angry.
