Because the scene was too chaotic, the mobile battalions were extremely scattered and constantly interspersed in the front line. Even though the Ninghu Gong Battalion had a large number of people, its effect was extremely limited in order to prevent accidental injuries and make it difficult to aim at the target.
The cavalry battalion, which also suffered heavy losses, could only rush forward to catch up with the mobile battalion. Unfortunately, it was a fantasy for the heavy cavalry to chase the light cavalry.
And the mobile battalion was all "horse archers", running away while shooting arrows. After a pursuit, Ning Hu's cavalry suffered heavy losses, with only a dozen cavalry left.
Seeing that the cavalry battalion and light infantry battalion of Ning Hu Army were harassed by the mobile battalion and turned into a mess, Qin Feng's solemn brows completely relaxed.
No more hesitation, wave the flag immediately!
After receiving the order, the firepower battalion put their bows and arrows on their backs, dropped their Mo Dao, and pulled out their waist sabers. The foot archers switched to fighting on foot, outflanking them from the flanks, and like a sharp blade, penetrated directly into the back of the Ning Hu Army's archer camp.
Due to the emptiness of Daliang's treasury, the role of archers was almost exclusively archers. It was difficult for a rich man like Qin Feng to arm archers to the teeth.
The gap between the archers of Ning Hu's army and the archers of Xu Mo's army is simply wider than the gap between heavy infantry and light infantry.
Facing the sudden firepower battalion, the archer battalion, which had a numerical advantage, could not organize any effective resistance, and it was almost a one-sided massacre.
The light infantry battalion tried to support several times, but unfortunately it was entangled by the mobile battalion and could not escape at all.
In just one cup of tea, the archer camp has been completely wiped out!
Ning Hu was deeply involved in the chaos in the middle formation and knew nothing about it.
Qin Feng stood on the city wall and had complete control over the battlefield trends. The moment he annihilated the enemy archer camp, Qin Feng had already given the order.
The firepower battalion threw down their sabers, took out their bows and arrows, and began to truly take advantage of the archers' advantages.
The front was harassed and entangled by the mobile battalion, and the rear was fired at indiscriminately by the firepower battalion. The Ning Hu Army's light infantry battalion was gradually eroded and eventually collapsed.
The remaining dozen or so heavy cavalrymen of Ning Hu Army carried out a suicidal attack.
However, it was still limited by the venue. The horse could not move up quickly and it was difficult to form a decent impact. Instead, it was surrounded by firepower camps, either shot to death by random arrows, or directly pulled off the horse, causing a burst of madness.
As a result, only Ning Hu's heavy infantry battalion remained.
But at the same time, the armored battalion of Xu Mo's army was almost exhausted, leaving only eight people led by Xu Mo, gathered together and struggling.
Ning Hu's army already had a numerical advantage, but despite the ebb and flow, there were still more than a hundred people left.
Facing an enemy force that was more than ten times his own, Xu Mo's forehead was covered with veins and he shouted hysterically: "We have achieved our tactical goal, and we will die without regrets!"
"Kill one to earn enough money, kill two to earn one, brothers, let's fight!"
Led by Xu Mo, the remaining eight people were not afraid of death and engaged in life-exchanging tactics with the enemy. They killed three or four more people before being surrounded and annihilated by Ning Hu's army.
Xu Mo received a blow on the chest and almost lost his breath. He clutched the handle of the ax tightly and knelt down on one knee unwillingly. He stared at Ning Hu and said word by word: "As expected of the young Marquis, with superb martial arts skills. Children in the capital, no one can be better than you!"
Although Ning Hu won, he was not arrogant. On the contrary, he looked at Xu Mo with hot eyes, and he was actually a little sympathetic: "We are outnumbered, but we can still hold on for so long. Xu Mo, you are also a hero... But we are already in the battle." Broken, the overall situation has been decided."
The corner of Xu Mo's mouth raised slightly, revealing a sad smile: "Yes, everything is as Brother Qin expected. Tactically you won, but strategically you lost... At the expense of tactics, you gained strategic victory."
Hearing this, Ning Hu's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly looked up at the city wall, only to find that Qin Feng had already dropped the flag, returned to the wicker chair, and gnawed the sugar cane comfortably.
Ning Hu couldn't help but wonder: "The heavy armored infantry were completely wiped out and the central formation was lost. Why was Qin Feng so relaxed? Although those infantry archers are powerful, they do not have an advantage in numbers, let alone equipment. Can they turn defeat into victory?"
Just then, a horse neighed.
Ning Hu's face changed drastically, and he slowly turned around to look, only to see that the enemy cavalry had surrounded him, walking three levels inside and three levels outside, and shooting cold arrows from time to time.
Looking at the heavy armored soldiers around him, they were constantly being eliminated and consumed.
Ning Hu was filled with unwillingness, regained his strength, and roared: "We are not defeated yet, kill!"
Ning Hu led the remaining heavy infantry to counterattack the mobile battalion. Unfortunately, it was more difficult for the heavy infantry to catch up with the rangers than it was for a turtle to catch up with a cheetah.
The scene that followed was extremely tragic.
Rangers are like "flying kites". When the enemy advances, we retreat, when the enemy retreats, we pursue them, and when the enemy tires, we attack.
Under the exhaustion of You Qi, Ning Hu was helpless despite his martial arts skills.
What made him even more desperate was that there were dozens of firepower archers armed to the teeth, carrying bows and arrows on their backs, armor-piercing swords on their waists, and holding Mo knives, standing outside to rest.
In just one stick of incense, the heavy infantry battalion that Ning Hu was proud of was exhausted, and during the whole process, the firepower battalion did not intervene at all.
Qin Feng, who was sitting on the city wall and gnawing sugar cane to moisten his throat, couldn't help laughing: "Without the cooperation of other arms, wouldn't the heavy infantry be hung up by the rangers and beaten? It is impossible to rush into the formation. In this life, Impossible. The cavalry are all golden, how can they be used to do such rough work?"
As the last heavy infantryman was hit by an arrow and eliminated, Ning Hu was the only one left on the scene.
The mobile battalion surrounded Ning Hu without being stupid, and seemed to be deliberately playing tricks on Ning Hu.
Ning Hu's force was outstanding, and the small golden melon in his hand was full of threats. But when faced with the mobile battalion, he could only kill him at the neck, without any chance to display his martial arts.
At this moment, the firepower camp that had completed their corrections surrounded Ning Hu with Mo knives from all directions and sneered: "Little Marquis, why don't you throw away the golden melon? You give it a powerful blow. You can exchange your life, but you will be chopped into pieces in the next second."
Ning Hu secretly hated the pair of little golden melons in his hands. If it were Bu Yang, he would still be able to fight!
Bada...
The little pumpkin fell to the ground.
Dozens of infantry archers swarmed up, held Ning Hu down, tied him up, and carried him toward the city wall.
All the civil and military officials at the scene were silent, and they all looked like they had seen a ghost.
Qin Tianhu was sometimes shocked and sometimes excited: "Victory with less, more than many, annihilating all the enemy troops, and capturing the leader of the thieves alive?! I'm afraid this tactic is used..."
Li Xu looked shocked: "A thousand forbidden troops, led by Ning Hu, were actually given away by three hundred guards... Qin Feng, is it the reincarnation of Wu Quxing?!"
Emperor Liang was silent for a long time, his deep eyes always staring at Qin Feng on the city wall, feeling both love and fear in his heart.
What I love is that this boy is extremely talented and I am so lucky to have him! What I'm afraid of is that this boy's abilities are too strong and he might be superior to his master...
It won't work if it's too weak, and it won't work if it's too strong!
