Seeing more than a thousand tribesmen in the middle being chased and killed indiscriminately by a few hundred Yuan troops, Peng Hu's face turned red and white while standing on the parallel chariot.
"Why did Peng Zhao take the lead? Who asked him to retreat on his own initiative?"
"No retreat!"
Peng Hu could only vent his anger by drawing his sword and roaring, but he was unable to prevent Peng Zhao and his tribe from retreating.
The clan armed forces are of the same surname and clan, so naturally there is no such thing as a war team that is against humanity.
And because they didn't know how to line up their troops, Peng Hu's middle army was almost right next to the front army, with only twenty or thirty steps between the two troops.
As soon as the front army turned around and fled, they ran directly into Peng Hu's central army, disrupting the formation of Peng Hu's troops.
From Yuan Jun's release of fire horses, to taking the initiative to attack, to the collapse of the front army, everything happened too fast.
There was no time left for Peng Hu to react. When Peng Hu wanted to lead people into battle himself, the situation was no longer under his control.
"Master Tiger, let's retreat too!"
The leader next to him saw that the situation was not good and immediately advised him.
"No, I haven't fought yet, how can I escape first?"
Peng Hu gritted his teeth and looked unconvinced.
"Now it's not a question of whether you can beat him or not!"
"But it's impossible to fight at all!"
The leader pointed at the Peng tribe members who were huddled together in front and back, and said earnestly:
"The people in front are running back as if their lives are dead. We can't get in front of the officers and soldiers at all!"
"Third Young Master, the more serious this is, the harder it is to take the lead! Otherwise, it will play into the hands of the officers and soldiers!"
"Let's not fight them now. There are only a few hundred of them. I'm sorry they don't dare to pursue them too far!"
"It won't be too late to destroy this group of officers and soldiers once we have thousands of people regrouped!"
Although Peng Hu was not angry, the situation was stronger than the others, so he could only reluctantly order a retreat.
The big man next to him quickly picked up a big stick and struck a big gong in quick succession.
The sound of the gong has unique penetrating power. Although the formation of thousands of Peng's troops is very scattered, the rapid sound of the gong quickly reaches everyone's ears.
After receiving the order to retreat, everyone finally retreated together.
The four to five thousand clan armed forces commanded by Peng Hu were mainly composed of farmers of the same clan and tenant slaves who were attached to the Peng family.
Strong clans and surnames all hide their weapons in the people. These thousands of people are farmers when they pick up their hoes, and they are warriors when they put down their hoes and find the swords and spears at home.
Whenever there is a break in farming, the Peng family will gather together all the young men over the age of twelve in the clan, and they will be trained by people with strong martial arts skills in the clan or invited instructors.
Unlike fishermen who make a living on the water, they need to keep all waterways quiet so as not to disturb the fish, so whistles are often used to communicate.
Farmers often need to help each other during busy farming and autumn harvest, so they are very lively and like to gather together to make trouble.
Therefore, every time these farmers are gathered together, these people stand together and start bragging, making jokes, and making a mess.
Often, various conflicts and troubles would break out privately before practice even started.
When it comes to training, all kinds of buffs are stacked up, and relying on the strength of the crowd, the law cannot blame the crowd, and the law cannot blame the relatives, so they deal with the problem casually.
Therefore, the training effect is not good.
But it is not completely ineffective. At least the training organized every year allows these people to understand basic commands.
Since ancient times, farmers have been used as soldiers. Since they like to be lively, they use the most lively sounds of gongs and drums to order the soldiers.
Therefore, the beating of drums to march and the sound of gold to withdraw troops in the army are derived from simple life.
Although Peng's tribe was extremely simple, they also followed such orders.
The sound of drums is the order to advance; the rapid sound of gongs is the order to retreat.
The slow and melodious sound of gongs or drums is a signal to summon everyone.
Here Peng Hu ordered people to beat the gongs repeatedly to give the order to retreat, but Yuan Yao delayed waving the flag to ask the drummers behind to stop beating the drums.
But he still commanded his soldiers to charge and kill as much as they wanted!
Just like a wolf driving a flock of sheep, it bites at the back and won't let go.
On the river, Peng Cai looked at this scene, his eyes full of ferocity.
At this moment, he already knew that he had underestimated the enemy, and he was very regretful that he did not go to the land to command.
If he had been in charge at the beginning and Peng Hu, who had strong limbs and a simple mind, had been allowed to fight in the front line, he would definitely not have been chased and killed indiscriminately like this now.
Although Peng Hu followed his own plan, he hid the hunters and light archers holding bows and arrows behind the crowd, preparing to catch Yuan's army off guard.
You, Yuan Yao, would never have thought that my Peng clan also has hundreds of archers, and among them there are more than a hundred hunters who hunt bears and tigers in Fuyi Mountain all year round.
But unexpectedly, Yuan Jun released the fire horse first, catching Peng Hu off guard.
Although Peng Hu is extremely brave, he is simple-minded and cannot adapt to changes.
If I, Peng Cai, were in charge, when you, Yuan Yao, released the fire horses, I would send out all the hunters who were good at shooting and brave the rain of your arrows to kill them all, without giving them to you Yuan Yao. An opportunity to create chaos.
It’s a pity that there is no if!
Peng Cai could only hammer down the ship plank angrily.
"Hmph! Let him kill! Let him keep rushing forward!"
"Consider your head but not your buttocks!"
"Let's see how long he can continue to be arrogant!"
"Immediately send an order to Peng Jin, asking him to take advantage of the fact that there are no officers and soldiers at the bridge entrance, and take all his men to board the boat from behind the officers and soldiers!"
"I want to see how Commander Yuan can handle my attacks from both front and rear!"
There are two clans under the Peng clan that specialize in fishing and hunting, one big and one small.
The larger branch is attached to Peng Lang, the only son of Mr. Peng, who is the one who followed Peng Lang to attack Yuan Yao just now.
The smaller branch has only a few hundred households, and its leader is Peng Jin, who is attached to Peng Cai.
"Young Master, there are only a few hundred people in Peng Jin. I'm afraid they will be driven into the water by these vicious officers and soldiers even if they get ashore!"
The tribesmen next to them were already a little timid towards Yuan Jun who was charging so bravely.
"idiot!"
"Let the more than a thousand people guarding the bridge on the other side of the river get on the boat and pull them over together!"
"There are two thousand people in total, let's see how he can get into the water!"
"I want to finish my work in one battle!"
Peng Cai said fiercely.
But Yuan Yao, who was more than a thousand meters away, seemed to hear Peng Cai's words.
Not long after Peng Cai gave the order, Yuan Yao ordered Jin Jin to withdraw his troops.
Sergeant Yuan immediately stopped chasing, and then ruthlessly cut off the left ear from the corpse of the Peng clan member on the ground and put it back in his pocket, just like killing a chicken or a sheep.
Ordinary soldiers fight in units of one regiment or one commander. During close combat, he always stayed with the corps commander and chief.
The corps commander and chief commander followed the small flag of the team leader. The team leader looked to the camp commander, and the camp commander looked to the fake marquis. The fake marquis followed Yuan Yao's orders and waved the flag to command the march and retreat.
After killing the enemy, it was too late to cut off the head, so he cut off the left ear instead.
There are some people who cut off their ears indiscriminately to claim military merit, but with the corps commander keeping an eye on them, they usually don't go too far.
After all, being reported or found out for falsely claiming military merit is an extremely serious crime!
Not only will there be no military reward, but you will also be severely punished!
And the most important thing is that once you are convicted, you will be punished together. All the soldiers and commanders of the same unit, as well as the captain and the captain will be punished together!
This is a complete military merit system. There is mutual supervision and relative fairness can be maintained.
