Compared with the dismay of the jujube coalition, Zhang Ji reported yesterday's results as early as Dong Zhuo's arrival, which made Dong Zhuo very happy.
They won a victory before the war even started. Isn't this a good sign?
It seems that God wants me to win!
Zhang Wenguo is really my blessing!
Since he was replaced as a vanguard, the previous decline has been reversed in one fell swoop, and even good news has been reported frequently.
Dong Zhuo turned his attention to Zhang Ji, laughed and praised: "Wen Cheng is brave. After we win this battle and wipe out the Guandong bandits, I will report to the emperor and make you a prince!"
Zhang Ji quickly bowed down and said, "Thank you so much, Prime Minister!"
At this time, Dong Zhuo also noticed the jujube coalition opposite. The smile on his face slowly faded, and his eyes showed murderous intent.
"The army of thieves has arrived, does Wen Cheng still dare to fight again?"
"Why don't you dare? The general has been looking forward to killing thieves for the prime minister's country!" Zhang Ji immediately responded loudly.
He had carefully observed just now and did not find Liu Bei or his troops, so he became much more courageous.
"Okay, I have Wencheng, so why worry about not winning this battle!" Dong Zhuo looked up to the sky and laughed, "Send the order, the whole army forms a formation, prepare to charge!"
Now that he was sure that there was no ambush around, Dong Zhuo planned to rush in first to test the quality of the Guandong princes.
The two sides are already mortal enemies, so the process of answering questions in front of the battle is simply unnecessary.
Looking at the Kwantung princes, after seeing the arrival of Dong Zhuo's army, they did not bother to investigate the details of Zhang Chao's previous defeat, and hurriedly ordered the entire army to prepare for battle.
Both sides have traveled ten or twenty miles, and they always need to rest before fighting.
Liu Dai looked around behind him and said loudly: "Everyone, who dares to fight first?"
Hearing this, Zhang Chao, who had suffered a big loss yesterday, wanted to speak, but was stopped by his brother Zhang Miao.
Although Dong Zhuo's army was small in number, he was not someone to be trifled with. The leader would inevitably end badly, so the princes of Yuan Shao's faction all chose to remain silent.
Seeing no one responded, Liu Dai couldn't help but frown, a trace of dissatisfaction flashed in his eyes.
Why, you're all holding back and thinking about picking up the bargain in the end, right?
At the critical moment, it was ally Qiao Mao who took the initiative to stand up.
"Your Majesty, I would like to serve as a pioneer!"
"Okay, I will allocate ten thousand troops to you to clear the way for the army!"
"As you command!"
Qiao Mao cupped his fists and ordered his troops to rush to the forefront of the coalition forces.
On the opposite side, Zhang Ji had already led 10,000 Xiliang cavalry to rush over first.
Seeing Zhang Ji's previous performance, and just to be on the safe side, Dong Zhuo gave him another 5,000 troops.
"Bo Yuan, don't charge too hard later. If you see Liu Bei's troops, pull back quickly!"
Before the battle, Zhang Ji warned his nephew.
At this point, he had no choice but to believe his nephew's judgment - the Kwantung Allied Forces, except for Liu Bei's troops, were a bunch of trash.
"Uncle, don't worry, I understand."
Zhang Xiu nodded, grabbed the horse's belly, rushed to the front of the team, and killed Qiao Mao.
Facing the charge of the Xiliang cavalry, Qiao Mao did not dare to neglect. After all, there was Wang Gong's bloody example before him. He no longer dared to hedge against the enemy, but chose a safer way of playing.
"Array up!"
Qiao Mao gave an order, and two thousand soldiers came forward with shields to form three defensive arrays. A thousand crossbowmen were scattered on both wings, and all their arrows were cocked. When the enemy troops rushed into the shooting range, thousands of arrows were fired. hair.
On the outermost side, Qiao Mao deployed two thousand cavalry, which was also his entire family fortune, and they were all deployed at this moment.
The entire formation was layered one above another, protecting Qiao Mao and his thousand soldiers in the middle.
As the deafening sound of horse hooves got closer and closer, the Xiliang cavalry had already reached not far away. The soldiers at the front looked at the thousands of galloping horses with a look of fear on their faces.
Not to mention them, even Qiao Mao himself at the very back couldn't help but murmur in his heart.
Can he really win against such a fierce Xiliang army?
After a while, Zhang Xiu's vanguard troops finally entered the range of the bow and arrow.
"Quick, shoot the arrow, shoot the arrow!"
Qiao Mao shouted quickly before she had time to think about it.
In an instant, arrows rained from the sky like locusts and attacked Zhang Xiu's troops.
Compared with the nervous Qiao Mao, Zhang Xiu has long been accustomed to strange things. After leading the army in battle for many years, he had endured countless waves of enemy arrow attacks. He calmly shouted: "Raise your shield and speed up the charge!"
As the only long-range attack method on the battlefield, arrows cannot cause large-scale destruction like firearms.
The only function is to slow down the enemy's attack speed.
People have emotions and can be happy or afraid. Facing this rain of arrows, no one knows whether it will be him who dies, so he will inevitably shrink back due to the fear in his heart.
As long as the enemy troops in the first row retreat, the ones behind them will also have to slow down.
In this way, the mobility advantage of the cavalry was greatly reduced. By the time they reached Qiao Mao's formation, there was not much impact left.
Qiao Mao understood this, and Zhang Xiu naturally understood it, so he chose to do the opposite. Instead of slowing down, he ordered the advance to be accelerated.
As a result, the distance where three rounds of arrow rain could have been fired could now only be fired two rounds.
Finally, the two rounds of arrow rain were released. When the crossbowman wanted to string the arrow again, Zhang Xiu had already reached the front of the formation.
This time, it was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep.
The impact of the cavalry charging at full speed is very terrifying, and this is the strongest Xiliang cavalry in the world.
In just a moment, Qiao Mao's army's first line of defense was shattered. The infantry in the first row were even knocked out with their shields.
"Hold it, hold it!"
Qiao Mao yelled crazily, his face already distorted with excitement.
But no matter how much he shouted, he couldn't stop Zhang Xiu from charging.
After breaking through the first defensive array, Zhang Xiu's offensive was slowed down a bit, but it was still sharp enough and he continued to attack the second array.
In the span of about a stick of incense, Qiao Mao's second line of defense was also broken.
At this time, Qiao Mao had shouted until his voice was hoarse, but it was still of no use.
The surrounding soldiers had unconcealed fear on their faces, and some even began to retreat slowly.
"No retreat is allowed. Anyone who dares to retreat will be killed without mercy!"
Qiao Mao immediately shouted, and at the same time sent his own soldiers to supervise the battle team.
Once there is a sign of retreat at this time, it will immediately turn into a disastrous escape, and the army will be reduced to fish and meat at the mercy of others.
It has to be said that Qiao Mao's stop was quite timely. The bright swords and guns stood behind the army. The soldiers who originally wanted to escape immediately gave up their thoughts and had no choice but to continue fighting with the Xiliang army.
It's a pity that no matter how timely Qiao Mao's operation is, he can't make up for the gap in strength.
Finally, the third line of defense was broken.
Seeing that there was no obstacle ahead, Zhang Xiu roared excitedly, wiped the blood on his face, and led his soldiers into the hinterland of Qiao Mao's army.
At this moment, the Xiliang army was like a sharp knife, piercing into the heart of Qiao Mao's army, and then churning and rolling inside.
In just a moment, Qiao Mao's military formation was shattered into pieces.
The rest is just harvesting.
At this time, even the supervising team could not stop the soldiers from being defeated.
The soldiers scrambled to turn around and flee, fearing that they would fall behind and become the dead souls of the Xiliang army.
"Failed, completely defeated..."
Qiao Mao looked at the chaotic military formation, his mouth was extremely bitter, and his face was full of despair.
Looking back on the entire battle, Qiao Mao's operation was not bad, and he didn't even make any mistakes.
But the gap in hard power still caused him to lose quickly, and it was a miserable defeat!
