If you have cavalry charging into the formation, I will use a phalanx of spears to deal with it. The head of the spear is pointed to the sky, the tail of the spear is touching the ground, and the shield is leaning on the middle. No matter how strong the impact of your cavalry is, I will shoot out like a forest with my spear, and you can kill several of my shields. Even if you have several spearmen, my spear will pierce you. Two or three infantrymen are exchanged for one cavalryman, and you can make a profit!
You use light cavalry to harass, and I will use light cavalry to attack. Although the number may be small and may not be as good as yours, the quality is not weak. After all, I have trained with the Huns. As for the quantity, it is not a decisive battle with you, and there is no need for rotation. This is a retreat. Even if there are 100,000 light cavalry, the attack force will only be 20,000 or 30,000. Who doesn't have 20,000 or 30,000? What a far superior force.
After finally waiting for the follow-up infantry to catch up, the Qin Army here left a small group of Qin Army to carry out a tenacious blockade based on the selected geographical advantages to cover the evacuation of the large force.
Although they were following and pursuing, Zhao Jun's troops were still unable to break through Qin Jun's rear defense line. Tens of thousands of Zhao army's elites could only be like a dull knife, scraping the Qin army's flesh piece by piece.
To say it was completely useless, it was not true. The thirty-mile journey was beaten piecemeal, but the Qin army's tens of thousands of pieces of meat were also knocked down. Of course, this small loss is simply not worth mentioning to the Qin army.
Pursuing one after another, fighting again and again, and then being thrown away by the Qin army who was not afraid of death at the cost of their lives, the Zhao army who participated in the battle finally saw what it meant to be an unbeatable Qin army.
Just like this, thirty miles away, in the blink of an eye, between day and night, Zhao Kuo's military order was in front of him, and Sun Gu had no choice but to order the entire army to stop even if he was unwilling to do so.
The tinkling sound of gold resounded throughout the battlefield. Countless galloping Zhao army cavalry reined in their horses helplessly, took a deep breath, stopped on a piece of flat ground, and watched the Qin army gradually. Go away and disappear into the valley not far ahead.
"Good luck to you!" Zhao Jun's cavalry spit on the ground, then turned their horses and slowly returned to the camp behind them.
But what he didn't know was that in the valley not far away, a captain of the Qin Army spat fiercely towards the mountain road and murmured something as helpless as him. Two's words - "Count yourself lucky."
Looking around, in the valley, under the green leaves, there is a deep black. If you look carefully, it is not difficult to find that the pits and valleys are filled with the elites of the Qin army.
Yes, the Qin army has already begun to set up an ambush here.
The failure to set up an ambush before was not because Bai Qi forgot, nor because the terrain was unfavorable, but because he wanted to completely lure Zhao Jun to the west bank. After several days of pursuit and a journey of nearly thirty miles, Bai Qi thought it was time to give the Zhao army some stimulation. Otherwise, this retreat without resistance would be a bit too fake for the always elite Qin army.
Unfortunately, the distance calculated by Bai Qi was also the distance calculated by Zhao Kuo, Lian Po and Tian Dan.
Thirty miles, if it is too much, you will be ambushed, if it is too little, you will not be able to maximize your benefits.
Because of Zhao Kuo's military order, Zhao's army suddenly stopped at the entrance of the Qin army's pocket formation. It was obviously impossible to pursue them back, and even leaving immediately would risk exposing their target. In desperation, Qin's ambush army could only wait for darkness, and then retreat in disgust at night.
But if such an ambush failed, Zhao Kuo's weight in Bai Qi's heart became heavier and heavier.
"So cautious?!" Bai Qi, who was already in Guanglang City, couldn't help but frown slightly when he heard about the situation on the front line: "Perhaps, Zhao Kuo's people are not completely incompetent. If given more time, he can learn more about the battlefield. Experience may be a serious problem for our great Qin."
Unintentionally, while Zhao Kuo confused Bai Qi and established his own "cautious" persona, he also successfully aroused Bai Qi's desire to kill.
Whether it is a blessing or a curse, only God knows.
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On the front line here, the dispersed Zhao troops gradually gathered together under the command of their own captain. Thinking that the camp was slowly gathering, Zhao Kuo in the rear was not idle either, and came with a few soldiers. On top of the West Bank barrier.
However, the scene Zhao Kuo saw was definitely not what he wanted to see.
Before the West Bank Barrier, the corpses of Qin and Zhao had been cleaned up, and there was an endless stream of horse-drawn carriages and ox-carts carrying grain. However, except for the main road, which was still clean and tidy, the dilapidated flags on the side roads were still randomly discarded. On the ground, the broken carriage was overturned on the roadside, arrows were stuck diagonally in the soil, swords were almost rusting in the blood, and a few scattered Zhao soldiers were walking slowly. "Cleaning up" the battlefield.
Obviously, under the barrier, even the battlefield has not been cleaned.
This is true below the barrier, let alone above the barrier.
But Zhao Kuo still endured his anger and hurried to the top of the barrier. It didn't matter if he didn't look at it. The first look made Zhao Kuo so angry that he had high blood pressure.
On top of the ruined ramparts, the fire-scorched battlements, mixed with broken arrows and broken knives, stood silently; several huge gaps were still open, quietly waiting for the coming attack; the Qin army The remaining bed crossbows were still scattered and piled in the corner, gathering mold silently.
And the rolling wood, stones, and golden arrows that were necessary to defend the city were nowhere to be seen on the barrier. There are only two or three Zhao soldiers, less than 5,000 people, who are carrying stones in an orderly manner. It seems, as if, maybe they are repairing the barrier?
Zhao Kuo, who was standing at the top of the fortress, looked at the pitch-black fortress, and a burst of anger instantly ignited his entire chest. His white palms slapped hard on the battlements of the fortress, and his chest rose and fell sharply: Since taking charge of the army, no one has dared to pervert his military orders like this. Is it because he can no longer hold the sword, or is it Chen Zhang who is too distracted? Treat yourself as a person!
When the soldiers on the side saw this, they all fell silent, lowering their heads and waiting for Zhao Kuo's next instructions.
In this situation, Zhao Kuo couldn't help but be angry! He worked hard and tried every means to improve even the slightest chance of survival. But he didn't expect that the repair of the West Bank Barrier, his home's main defense area, was so perfunctory, and it seemed a bit like opening the door to welcome thieves.
In vain, Zhao Kuo wanted to promote Captain Chen Zhang and put him in such an important position, but he didn't expect that he would deal with the tasks he assigned like this. Zhao Kuo somewhat resented the failure of iron to become steel. Of course, this was also the sequelae of his lack of true confidants.
Fortunately, I came over temporarily to do a random inspection, but it was delayed for a day, and now it's not too late to make repairs!
Of course, in fact, this was not entirely Captain Chen Zhang's problem. It was really Chen Zhang's lack of troops, and he had obviously misunderstood the focus of his mission.
