The cavalry charges were always spectacular. The horse's hooves threw snow and raised waves of white dust, and the horse's noses spewed out white smoke. The two cavalrymen from the Hebei Yuan army mixed with yellow military uniforms rushed straight to Wang Houjun like two cruise missiles launched from the warships.

However, the number of these two cavalrymen is only one thousand!

This is the biggest flaw of Jiang Yiqu that Wang Hou saw. Yuan Tan called himself the General of the Cavalry. He led his troops to the vicinity of Yecheng to resist Cao Cao and competed with Yuan Shang for the position of the Yuan clan. He would definitely take away a large number of cavalry. All the second-line troops left for Jiang Yiqu were the second-line troops, so naturally there were not many cavalry.

However, even if he had three thousand cavalry, he would have to be in two groups beside his archer troops. Seeing the cavalry on the opposite side rushing towards him, Zhang Liao, who was riding in front of the entire cavalry unit, could not help but show a strong sense of ridicule and murderous intent on the head of the ring-eyed tiger, and let the other party rush for fifty meters first. Then he roared and suddenly slapped the horse, shouted loudly, and launched a charge first. Even his deputy general didn't react. He was already two meters behind when the charge was charged.

The thief cavalry general was so arrogant that he left the team. Zhang Qian, the deputy general of Yuan army, was really angry and happy. He snorted coldly and accelerated the horse speed a little, aiming the spear in his hand straight at the other party's head.

As the two troops arrived, they were in a hurry and aimed at his own head, Zhang Sin's face full of ferocious face and started to drink first.

"Go to die! Come on!!!"

Click~

In the crisp sound, a human head really flew up in the air, and its surname was Zhang! Blood was sprayed on his neck, and Zhang Sin's body was still riding on the war horse for five or six minutes. Then he was pulled off by a Bingzhou wolf cavalry who disliked him. Unlike his passionate charge, Zhang Liao didn't feel any difference from killing those miscellaneous soldiers. He still smiled and raised Wang Hou's special horse spear. The sword-like gun blade slid specifically towards the human neck. At the rapid horse speed, the sound of metal piercing sounds were heard one after another. Zhang Liao, who was holding the spear in both hands, was like Wushuang. In a short time, a series of Yuan Jun's neck sprayed blood and fell off the horse.

"This is impossible!"

Jiang Yiqu almost glared out his old eyes. While he was looking around, it seemed that Wang Hou's cavalry was called cavalry, and his name was tofu. After a hedge, the two Yuan army cavalry were chopped down as neatly as chopping melons and vegetables. The backward cavalry turned around and fled in fear, and their cries and arrogant screams were in line. In just a few minutes, his cavalry team could be cut off from the battle sequence!

Moreover, the archers were also inferior to the shooting. After all, the Taishan recruited the archers to occupy the reasonable shooting position first. The Qi army that counterattacked could only shoot archers from the cracks of the shield. The continuous setbacks deeply hurt Jiang Yiqu's face as a veteran general, and his emotions began to become unstable!

"Tell me the order, and the left and right troops will speed up! The central army advances with shields and surrounds the king's thieves with infantry!"

"drink!"

The order was quickly passed out, and soon, the Qi army's heavy army group took action again. Before he knew it, Jiang Yiqiu's formation had been pulled into an inverted triangle. The heavy infantry carrying the shield shouted and took small steps forward. The central army landed at the end of the battle sequence.

Listening to the crackling sound of arrows hitting the shield, his old face was extremely ferocious, and he was even thinking about how he would deal with these Taishan bandits who annoyed him after defeating Wang Houjun!

Hanging or beheading?

While he was thinking, his front army couldn't help but exclaim, kicking the horse in surprise and splitting the shield. However, the muscles on old Jiang Yiqu's face couldn't help but twitch slightly.

After shooting eight rounds of bows and arrows, the central army advanced for another minute. After about one hundred meters, the Taishan archers who had been shooting on the spot retreated to both sides. However, behind them, what was exposed was Wang Hou's heavy armored army. In a minute and twenty seconds, they marched for more than 500 meters, but the lineup was still arranged in a neat line. At this time, Jiang Yiqu could clearly see the heavy axe gun in Wang Hou's infantry's hands, chest and shoulders polished with shiny large plates!

However, the distance was only fifty meters. Even if he wanted to regret making any tactical changes, it was too late. At this time, he had completely entered Wang Hou's rhythm!

Looking at Qi Jun, who was holding the shield full of arrows and was filled with fear on his face, the darkness and bloodthirst in Wang Hou's heart burst out completely, and he was also in front of his army. His voice was so high that he almost tore it, and his sharp and murderous aura roared excitedly.

"Brothers, please be careful! It's not the enemy ahead, but a group of farmers!"

"You are running and having fun in the morning. When you are sweating profusely, they are still asleep! When you face the scorching sun and are suffocating, they are carrying hoes and weeds in the fields. When you are sweating profusely, they are practicing killing with swords and guns, they are still humble and like their grandson, so that their landlords can command like beasts!"

"The crossbow shot head reward is one staked, and one soldier with armor is rewarded five stakes. The front army kills the thieves and the back team will be rewarded! The opportunity to get rich is here! Kill me!"

Not to mention victory or failure, in Wang Hou's eyes, this is already a chance to make money for his subordinates. How much he can make depends on his ability. The general's momentum is overwhelming, and his subordinates are even more excited by the blood of the beast. With Wang Hou's killing, the neat and stern infantry formation rushed out like an avalanche.

"How is it possible?"

This time, Jiang Yiqu let out two rapid amazements. With his eyes, even though he was running with an axe and gun, Wang Hou's formation was still not messy. A group of muscle men with tendons and flesh stronger than his soldiers shouted, and they advanced together and crashed into his infantry head-on. The sound of refreshing weapons penetrated the body, and then the infantry in front of him were stabbed to the ground one after another.

He even saw with his own eyes that his subordinates roared in fear and despair and stabbed the spear in his hand into the chest of Wang Houzhong infantry who was rushing in. The man turned slightly, and the black spearhead made of iron slid down from the plate armor that was bulging from his chest toward him. The next second, the distance was approaching, and the teammates behind the Wang Family Army called out to slash the gun and slashed from the air with a high axe. With a click, the axe was easily inserted into the bronze helmet. I don’t know which part of the brain mechanism was destroyed. The armored soldiers under his command foamed and twitched all over and collapsed to the ground without control.

The physical fitness of both sides' armored weapons was not on the same level, which was enough for the Maoists! In the roar of Jiang Yiqu's shock and anger, Wang Family Army was even more shameless in playing tricks.

"Look down!"

Both two or three rows were dead! The rafters and shield soldiers in the back row barely stopped Wang Hou's axe gunman slightly. After a call, the axe gunman suddenly bent down to them neatly in their shocked eyes.

It’s not that they are so polite, that they are giving up some shooting space for the crossbowmen in the back row! They were so frightened that they couldn’t even shout out, and countless double-bow steel crossbows raised high appeared in Qi Jun’s pupils, and a little bit of cold light lit their heads!

"General, go quickly!".

A shield blocked Jiang Yiqu's vision. His personal soldiers desperately pulled his lord's house down in the crackling rain of arrows. Without taking two steps, his war horse had a few short crossbow arrows nailed to his head, and he screamed and fell to the ground. However, Jiang Yiqu could no longer care about it. His mind was filled with the horror scenes of soldiers under his command being shot on their heads and slashing wheat.

"How is that possible?"
Chapter completed!