As Jiang Jizu finished speaking, the originally triangular army immediately changed its formation and formed a long formation.
"Keep turning, Gou Changyan!"
The crowd continued to change, and the five thousand soldiers from the headquarters quickly formed a formation and finally withstood the ferocious Tartar offensive.
The soldiers on the Guanjin Line moved a little slower, and an unknown number of lives fell in the blink of an eye.
"General, let me come." Vice General Jin shouldered the long sword and rushed to the front. "My sons, follow me, stretch to the left, stretch to the right! Leave the middle open!"
Dayu's formation is unparalleled in its exquisiteness.
The experience forged with the blood of our ancestors has been passed down from generation to generation. How can it be understood by the enemy in just a few days?
The Fang family has the Fang family's formation, and the Jiang family also has the Jiang family's formation.
When the soldiers who fought bloody battles changed into new formations, the Tartars' advantage disappeared.
But at the same time, the difference in numbers between the two sides was gradually evened out.
The 90,000 border troops faced off against the 90,000 Tartars. Their advantage had been taken away and they could only fight in a sea of blood.
You rode your horse on my face, and I pierced your chest with my spear.
Blood splattered, limbs were broken, screams were heard, and tears were boiling.
You can't tell whose blood it is, whose life it is, or whose horse it is, or whose weapon it is.
As the Dayu Dynasty's national strength has stabilized in recent years, it has switched from offense to defense. Such a brutal fight has not happened for a long time.
The Tartar cavalry was relatively small and unwilling to fight head-on. Most of them sneaked into small villages, killed, burned, looted and returned with food. Even if they occasionally fought hard, they were only small groups.
It is rare to fight like this in a sea of people, fight until exhaustion, fight until blood drips, and use the last bit of strength.
In history, large-scale fights are actually rare.
It is said that where there are many people, there are many thoughts, and this is especially true for an army of tens of thousands. The beliefs of the soldiers are more important than anything else.
A positive example is the Yue Family Army. Yue Fei is the belief of the soldiers. As long as he says a word, the army will charge immediately and move forward indomitably.
But similarly, if something happens to Yue Fei and the morale of the soldiers is shattered, the army will also be defeated.
Ordinary armies do not have enough belief and belief. As limbs break and blood splatters, familiar people around them fall one after another, and the casualties reach a certain number, they are basically defeated.
When two armies are fighting, if you run away, the other side will chase you. In the process of chasing, some of them will be annihilated, and a small number of them will survive.
But fighting with aliens is different.
Tartars are cruel by nature and move quickly. As long as Dayu soldiers retreat, the final result can only be death.
We are guarding the Guanjin Line, with the Central Plains behind us and countless people living peacefully. Where can we retreat to?
Vice General Jin and General Zhou left the field at the same time. The purpose was to boost morale, to support everyone in fighting to the end, to expel the foreigners and let them go back to their own grassland.
The long sword opened and closed, and the armor clanked.
As more and more people fell down, the ground was almost covered with sticky blood.
Whether it is the border troops or the Tartars, almost all of them are timid.
Everyone wants to live, no one wants to die.
"General, do you want to fight again? So many people have died, so many people." A young general asked sobbing.
General Zhou thrust his sword into the ground. While supporting his body, he looked around and said, "Fight. What will happen if you don't fight? After retreating, the morale of the army will collapse."
"But everyone is already scared. If we continue to fight, we will just abandon our swords and run away." The young general wiped his eyes, "General, what are we going to do?"
General Zhou shook his head and said nothing, shame and annoyance welling up in his eyes.
He regretted that he had been too confident and that he had not planned a strategy in advance. The Guanjin Line collapsed inexplicably. If General Jiang hadn't stayed cautiously, he didn't know how many of the 100,000 troops would have survived.
"We can't retreat." Vice General Jin wiped the blood from his face. "Both sides are evenly matched. We are afraid, and so are the Tatars. Now it's time to see who can resist to the end."
Once one person is defeated, the other side will be victorious.
"But how can we ensure that we can survive until the Tatars are defeated?" General Zhou was rarely hesitant.
He, the guarding general, has already come to lead the troops in person, so the only guarantee he can make is...
"I'm coming." Jiang Jizu took off his cloak and held a nine-link sword in his hand. "The formations continue to change. Don't be afraid, sons and daughters. The Dayu Dynasty will never abandon its people or its soldiers!"
"The generals and soldiers are together, and the soldiers and border guards are together!"
"Border defense! Be with thousands of people!"
No matter how old a general is, he can still wield a long sword and chop down his enemies.
When lying in bed, their bodies are covered with pain, but when they put on armor, they are incomparable warriors.
The sky suddenly turned into red clouds. As the light rose, the general in front looked so tall and majestic.
Countless soldiers were inspired, roaring and sprinting with determination to win.
The Tartars became timid again and took two steps back unconsciously.
On the battlefield, as long as you retreat, that's the beginning.
Take one step to exit the Guanjin Line city defense.
Two steps to exit the Guanjin Line gate.
Three steps to get back to the grassland!
On the hill outside Guanjin Line, the expressions of several young people observing the battle suddenly changed.
"Oops, that man has boosted our morale." The leader said in poor mandarin, "The formation has also changed. You didn't give it to us."
"Prince Yingming, these two people look like liars. They tricked so many of our elites into attacking. Maybe they are working together to plot against us." Another person responded in a foreign language.
The prince turned his head, looking displeased, but said nothing.
"What are you talking about?" Zhu Changyu was a little impatient, "I made it clear when I gave you the formation. It's just the Fang family's formation. Can you control other formations used by others?"
The prince's eyes became increasingly displeased.
Fang Yuan tugged on his sleeve from behind and said, "Third Prince Anda, please don't be upset. The battle in front of us is evenly matched. It is not easy to break through the barrier. The rest can only depend on the fighting strength of both sides."
These words sounded much gentler, but the meaning still hit the chest of the foreign race: If you are not good at fighting, who can you rely on?
Thinking that without that booklet, even the Guan Jin thread might not be able to be broken, the third prince's expression softened a lot.
He stared at Jiang Jizu and said thoughtfully, "Bring me my bow and arrows."
Tartars are good at riding and shooting. They can kill people from a hundred feet away and stab them directly in the chest.
In history, there are many generals who were shot because they stuck their heads out. To avoid this situation, generals usually would not stick their heads out during battles, let alone stand at the front of the team.
Today, in order to boost morale, the foreign race was given a chance.
"General Jiang... Frontier General." The third prince muttered, drawing his bow and arrow.
He took ten breaths to align, then released the bowstring.
The sharp blade whizzed away, and both Fang Yuan and Zhu Changyu changed their colors.
