In just two back and forths, the rebel cavalry was cut into pieces, and hundreds of scattered cavalry were left to flee towards the main formation.
Originally, Mengchang wanted to lead these defeated troops to rush into the rebel camp, trying to kill them all to see if there was any chance to cover up the defeated army.
He could imagine how Yuan Futong was unprepared. After losing the giant bee, the young general received the signal and tried his best to collect the broken troops and bypass the formation. Meng Chang could only give up.
When it comes to military strategy, Meng Chang is self-aware. He can sound the drum and make some flashy suggestions on the overall strategic direction. If he really leads the troops to fight, even marching will be difficult.
Ability on the battlefield comes from practice and experience. The first eighteen years can only be used to hone one's martial arts skills and polish one's body.
The experiences he learned on the battlefield came from Meng Xiong's oral experiences, and they were mostly life-saving methods and attacking techniques.
It taught him how to be a soldier who can obey orders, but it cannot teach him how to be a general who can win decisively thousands of miles away.
In the late Shang Dynasty, a large number of bamboo slips were already written, and the advent of paper would have to be pushed back several hundred years.
Bamboo slips that can record marching formations and battle formation skills are hard to buy, and the major princes don't have many in their hands.
Most of them were taught by the elders of the aristocracy who were immersed in them through their ears and eyes. Meng Xiong had not yet reached that level, and the only things he could give to Meng Chang were those he had personally experienced.
Fortunately, Chonghou also gave him many opportunities to follow Zhuo Shou, and occasionally let him serve tea and pour water, listen to Chonghou Huerti's orders and handle various important tasks.
During the process, he also tried to rotate different soldiers to understand the differences in combat between different arms and the timing of entering the battlefield.
The time was too short and the learning efficiency was far from enough. Meng Chang was not greedy and saw other captains giving orders to retreat and regroup.
They would also follow them shamelessly, carefully observing the characteristics of these senior captains in leading troops, and eagerly learning and summarizing.
Listening to Zhang Guifang's narration, Chong Houhu felt relieved and couldn't help laughing.
"It is really satisfying to make the old thief feel the pain of losing a son. These two should be the sons of the thief Yuan, Yuan Shouren and Yuan Shouyi. Bah! What a waste of such two good names of loyalty and courage. I just don’t know whether I killed the boss or the second son, but if I stabbed Yuan Shouren to death with one shot."
"Beihai must have lost its young master."
The war has reached a fever pitch. After all, the coalition soldiers are more elite and have far more troops than the rebels.
The former division, which had been in a deadlock, gradually got back on track with the help of Zhao Bing and Li Jing, and the phalanx that was in disarray was rebuilt.
If it weren't for the strange effect brought by the red light, the rebels on the battlefield would have fled in all directions.
Victory was only a matter of time, and the rebels were already showing signs of defeat.
Yuan Futong was not panicked at all. He never expected that he could win over the elite troops in the hands of Chonghou Hu with the help of these discordant rabble. His reliance had not been fully revealed yet.
Yuan Futong shouted excitedly and loudly toward the black clouds: "All the great saints, please help me. I beg you all to show your magical power."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sudden rumbling sound from the middle of the coalition army. After a while, the ground shook, and a huge centipede came out of the ground and went straight for the Chonghou Tiger who was in charge of the Chinese army.
Upon seeing this, Chen Qi and Zhang Guifang immediately stepped forward to fight, and at the same time shouted to Chonghou to retreat.
In the rolling black clouds in the distance, a huge figure also appeared. When the black clouds emerged, it was a giant snake that was several times taller than the Yancheng wall.
The body of the giant snake is huge, and there are nine human heads on the head. The proportion of the human heads is also very large. From a distance, the size of a human head is comparable to the size of a hundred-man phalanx.
"Xiang Liu."
Chonghou Hu finally panicked. According to legend, wasn't Xiang Liu killed directly by Dayu when he was controlling the flood?
This snake has nine heads. Although it is not as exaggerated as recorded, each head is as big as a mountain.
But the miniature version of Xiang Liu is definitely not something ordinary people like them can deal with.
Xiang Liu appeared, with nine heads chanting unknown spells loudly.
The previously white-hot battlefield was suddenly transformed again, and countless fallen soldiers and soldiers stood up regardless of camp.
Some of the wounds on their necks were still bleeding, but they picked up weapons without hesitation and attacked the coalition forces.
It just seems that these people's eyes are dull, their bodies are like empty shells, they have no fighting skills or skills, and they all rely on instinct and brute force.
The coalition forces collapsed, and there were giant beasts in front of them. At this moment, they saw their fallen comrades and enemies standing up again. The hot-blooded state they had just had dissipated in an instant, and they ran backwards.
No matter how much restraint the captain and military commanders exerted, the effect was still insignificant, and the morale of the military was about to collapse.
Chonghou Hu pushed away Zhuo Shou who was trying to persuade him to retreat, signaled the flag bearer to give the order, raised his spear and shouted.
"In the past, the ancestors of Chengtang could suppress the monsters in the world with their mortal bodies. What do you have to fear? If you can kill them the first time, you can naturally kill them the second time. All officers and men are not allowed to retreat. There is no life for me. Fight to the death. in the end."
At this moment, Chonghou Hu's voice was like thunder, resounding throughout Yancheng, and a hazy mist appeared on his body, as if a tiger was about to be released from the cage.
The originally frightened coalition soldiers suddenly became more courageous, and the collapsed phalanx began to return to normal.
Even the turbulent Yancheng city wall was slightly affected. The fragile nerves that were still fighting fiercely were calmed for a moment, and they hacked and killed the Jingren, unicorns, and crustaceans clinging to the city wall even more recklessly.
"Old man, you've hidden so much. Thirteen years ago, you and I were in the tent of Prince Shou. We were trapped in prison alone, and almost died at the hands of ghosts. I never saw you showing such a hand. Four years ago, Uncle Xi Hou Jichang Fachong, you would rather be beaten until you call for help from Chao Ge but you are still hiding, but now you are not hiding from me, you really value me."
Yuan Futong was really impressed by Chonghou Hu now. It was rare for him to be famous. Chonghou Hu was always busy with many things, but he could still insist on polishing his body and studying diligently every day.
This tiger power was obviously honed step by step between life and death, and it was even more difficult than those who obtained supernatural powers through awakening.
Faced with the oncoming giant centipede, the Chonghou Tiger was not afraid at all, and moved as quickly as a big cat. It avoided the giant centipede's bite and the sharp sting of its thousand legs, and every time it avoided it at the same time and stabbed it with powerful force. attack.
The spear in his hand kept stabbing at the giant centipede's belly armor frequently. The iron cold light spear head wiped out bursts of sparks on the giant centipede's body, but it just missed piercing the belly armor every time.
"Hmph!" He blew his breath and hit the giant centipede's body, but it failed to have a very good effect. The giant centipede seemed not to be harmed and had no impact at all.
Zhang Guifang also performed Tao skills and hit the giant centipede on the head. This technique is called soul falling. If it hits a person, there will be no blood or scars, and it will hit the soul directly.
If he hadn't been the master of Yang Shen, his soul would have been shattered in one blow.
However, the Soul Falling Technique was not easy to use at this moment. After the giant centipede was hit, it was only dazed for a short time, then shook its head and continued to wreak havoc in the military formation.
Even though the two of them possess magical skills and strong martial arts skills, they still have no way of getting started with this tricky thing.
The Chonghou Tiger groaned and roared from within his body. After dodging another stab from the insect's feet, he saw the right moment and thrust out his spear, poking at the giant centipede's joints. The spear penetrated like a hot knife. The cold oil is so smooth that it penetrates half of the gun body.
The arrogant giant centipede was in pain, and immediately fell to the ground, roaring, and rolled with all its strength, trying to pull out the spear embedded in its joints. Chonghou Tiger immediately let go of his beloved spear and dodged away.
Seeing this, Zhang Guifang and Chen Qi imitated each other and took advantage of the gap between the giant centipede's rolling to rush up and greet the gap.
The arrogant giant centipede suffered a great loss and was successfully cured by three people in turns. This also gave the soldiers confidence that the monster was not invincible and their leader was not an old ordinary person.
With morale soaring, the cavalry battalions on the left and right wings also received new instructions to cut the battlefield.
"drive!"
Meng Chang took the lead and rushed behind the enemy with 5,000 cavalry behind him. He changed his formation and charged half of the enemy's back.
The military order finally came, and Mengchang, who had been idle for a long time, licked his lips with bloodthirsty.
A child from the Yuan family could not quench his murderous desire for revenge.
