"Change the formation, protect the left and right, focus on shooting with the divine arm bows, Yin Yaozi is responsible for the command, Dunzhu, Man Xiong, and Wang Tongtong are following me!"
Zhang Zhao also saw the scattered Karakhan cavalry. It depends on whether the stronghold can be erected and whether the nail can be used as a nail.
If he defeated Karakhan's five hundred cavalry with one hundred men, who would dare to say that he was not the elite of the Khotan Kingdom?
Following Zhang Zhao's shout, the phalanx turned into two columns. The heavy-armored swordsmen and infantrymen equipped with three layers of armor attacked forward, while the swordsmen and shieldmen covered the divine arm bows and archers to shoot.
Yan Jin was one of the Mo Swordsmen wearing heavy armor. He wore heavy armor and walked directly towards the Karakhan cavalry that was speeding towards them.
A Karahan Qingqi who happened to be around him just raised the horse bow in his hand. Yan Jin shouted and swept over with the Mo Dao in his hand.
In an instant, the horse was cut with a deep blood groove from its buttocks to its neck, as well as the rider's leg on its side.
The horse let out a mournful cry, booming under the severe pain, and instinctively wanted to stay away from Yan Jin. This human being is too terrifying!
But as soon as the horse ran, it immediately caused misery to the people around it, and the charging speed that was still possible suddenly slowed down.
After Yan Jin finished the blow, he immediately used the force of his Mo Dao to half-turn on the spot, then exhaled and slashed from the upper right to the lower left with the Mo Dao.
A wave of blood surged, and even more horrifying screams broke out. The bones of these horses that were chopped down could be seen.
A heavily armored warrior following Yan Jin suddenly thrust his rifle forward. There were too many war horses passing by, and he could hit him casually.
But as soon as he stabbed the leg on the horse's side, several Karakhan cavalry came over and slashed at his outstretched hand with their scimitars.
A dull impact sounded, and an ordinary scimitar could not break the armor even if it was used at the speed of a horse.
'Boom! Boom! The sound of shooting from divine arm bows and long-tip bows was heard. Zhang Zhao's men were all battle-hardened warriors, and they were shooting standing. There were also many Karakhan cavalry, so almost every time they shot, some people would be hit by arrows.
Either the people were shot and fell off their horses, or the horses were injured and ran around, causing even greater chaos.
Yan Jin was still chopping happily. In his opinion, the combat effectiveness of these Karakhan cavalry was too low.
The five of them broke away from the formation and came out to serve as nails. Although they wore three layers of armor, there were only a few of them.
There are one or two hundred cavalry on the opposite side. If there are a few brave leaders, let alone using horses to hit them, they can dismount and form a formation. They can surround them and bring them down with only their spears.
However, except for a few of Karakhan's cavalry who were doing useless chopping with scimitars on horseback, all of them were shooting with bows from a distance.
It looked very lively, but in fact it was useless for Mao. He was shot into a hedgehog, but he still didn't suffer much damage.
On the contrary, these Karakhan cavalry, under the fire of divine arm bows and long-tip bows, would knock down many people almost every time the bow strings sounded.
Zhang Zhao looked back and immediately felt relieved. If these Karakhan cavalry didn't rush up immediately and relied on horse bows, it would be impossible to capture their phalanx.
If they encounter other Tang troops, they may be able to achieve their goal by seducing the archers in the phalanx to shoot continuously, thereby consuming arrows and physical strength.
But Zhang Zhao, not to mention the countless arrows, the divine arm bow is far less energy-consuming than the traditional hard bow.
If the fight continues like this, I'm afraid that the God-Arm Archer will not fall down due to fatigue, but the Karakhanites will collapse because they cannot bear the casualties.
"Dunzup, you throw the spear from behind, and the rest of us will rush in together to engage in a melee. Don't let the heavy arrows from the opposite side shoot up!"
Zhang Zhao had long seen Adumu's arrangement on the opposite side. The biggest threat now was the fifty archers behind who had replaced heavy arrows. These were much harder to resist than the arrows shot by the horse bows.
"Don't worry, Lord, Dunzhu will follow you!" Dunzhu nodded heavily. There was no uneasiness in his eyes about four people beating fifty people. Instead, he was already licking his lips excitedly.
The heavy archers on the opposite side have already begun to form an array. The heavy arrows are very powerful, but they are expensive to make, difficult to practice, and have poor accuracy. They must form an array to achieve good shooting results. Otherwise, if they shoot one by one, who knows what the arrows will be. Where will it fall?
This is a bit like the muskets of later generations. When shooting, a large number of arrows must be used to aim at the same area, using quantity to make up for the lack of accuracy.
So they had to line up slowly, and then release a round of light arrows to test the bow power and shooting range before they could start shooting.
Queuing up seems to be a very easy thing, but for future generations of primary school students, no! All the babies in kindergarten will line up.
To put it bluntly, if junior high school students in the Republic are taught to learn muskets, they will be able to exert combat effectiveness that is no worse than the second-rate or even first-rate European armies in the 19th century.
Because in later generations, it looks like you are going to school, but in fact, apart from learning knowledge, you are just carrying out the military routine.
The teacher in the class is the highest officer, and below the teacher there are monitors, study committee members, sports committee members, and a bunch of other petty officials.
What students have to do, besides recess, they have to listen to the teacher and the class cadres. They also have to do group exercises on weekdays, which places great emphasis on discipline and obedience.
Did you see it? This thing is actually similar to that in the army. Although it has been simplified many times, the principle is the same. Therefore, in later generations, lining up and following orders are just a person's basic skills.
But it's different in this era. Ninety-nine percent of people are illiterate, don't know any discipline, and many people don't even understand the word 'principle'.
There are basically no other feelings between superiors and subordinates except for the relationship of affiliation. An individual's life and wealth are far beyond the concept of family, country and world. Even in Anxi now, few people have the concept of country.
So even if it was just a simple queue, the heavy archers on the opposite side were pushing and mumbling for a long time without completing it.
When they finally finished, Zhang Zhao, Dunzhu Manxiong and Wang Tongtong had already rushed to a place only thirty or forty steps away from them.
However, these people were not nervous, and even laughed happily. Four people attacked the fifty people who had formed a formation. Are you kidding? A mouthful of saliva from one person can drown you all!
"Woo!" A throwing spear flew over from a distance, and a Karakhan man, whose face was red from the cold and sniffling, seemed to have been punched in the air.
He suddenly took a dozen steps back, then sat down on the ground. A spear was stuck on his chest, and the spearhead passed through his chest and nailed him to the ground.
'Woo! Woo! 'Two more spears were thrown, and the crowd suddenly became a little confused, and the newly arranged formation became loose again.
A heavy archer heard the terrifying whistling sound, and he habitually raised the small buckler on his right arm to protect his head.
But then he suddenly shook, and the spear was painted with white paint. The shining silver spear instantly pierced his chest, sending him flying into the air. At the same time, it also penetrated the calf of the person behind him. Nailed both of them to the ground.
"Shoot the arrows! Shoot the arrows! Don't let them come!" At this time, the officer in charge of the commanding team realized that these were not four people coming to die, but four fierce gods coming here.
