Chinese New Year

Chapter 539 Transformation
The sun shines through the woods, and before the morning dew has disappeared, the squirrels come out, sniffing the branches, ready to start a busy day.

It's autumn now. Even though there is plenty of food, we won't be able to survive if the stored food is not enough to survive the winter.

The squirrel was busy jumping around in the woods. Suddenly, it paused for a while, looked into the distance quietly, and then ran away and ran into the tree hole.

The earth was shaking and the cavalry was marching.

On the distant horizon, smoke and dust rose one after another.

Wave after wave of cavalry appeared on the horizon and marched forward quickly.

This was a huge wave that covered the entire sky and filled the wilderness, farmlands, forests, and river valleys.

"Don't be silly, there are at most two thousand cavalrymen." Peng Ling, the leader of the Heiliang Army, looked at the new recruits in the team and sneered.

The new recruits came from the Silver Spear Camp. Actually, they were not pure green hands. They had been trained for at least two years and had good basic skills, but they lacked combat experience.

"Only two thousand cavalry?" The recruit was stunned.

He thought that there were at least tens of thousands of cavalrymen coming, because there were endless cavalry figures in the smoke and dust behind.

"You'll know it by listening to the noise, you idiot!" The deputy team leader next to Peng Ling couldn't help but laugh out loud.

In fact, who isn’t like this when first going to the battlefield?

He once saw a Hun cavalry charge and was so frightened that his legs were trembling with fear. Finally, an old soldier told him that there were only a thousand cavalrymen.

It was then that he realized for the first time that a thousand cavalrymen charging could be so powerful that it made people panic and subconsciously want to escape.

Unfortunately, the old soldier died in Caoqiao.

In the great battle that day, the rebel general Lu Ming suddenly launched a charge into the enemy's formation, and both sides killed each other with corpses scattered all over the ground. The old soldier's chest was hit and dented, and he died on the spot.

This is the battlefield.

Comrades who were still laughing and talking today are gone in an instant. There is no time to feel sad, as they will immediately be thrown into the next battle. After one battle after another, those who can survive in the end are the lucky ones.

The deputy captain is also a veteran now.

From Heyang to Liyang, from Fangtou to Xiangguo, he saw dozens of battles and lost more than ten men.

He now has the obligation to comfort and teach the newcomers so that they can fully utilize what they have learned in the training ground and fight the enemy to the end.

Perhaps, this is called inheritance.

As long as the Black Sword Army was not completely destroyed, and as long as the new recruits could grow up, even if he died in a corner in the future, the new recruits who grew up would be like him, pointing at the rampant enemy cavalry group and saying contemptuously: "It's just a few thousand cavalry!"

When the new recruit saw that the old soldier was still chatting and laughing, he miraculously calmed down.

The hand holding the spear was not so tight anymore, saliva came out of his mouth, and his legs stopped shaking. Although he was still quite nervous, he could barely follow the veterans and advance and retreat according to the flags, drums and gongs.

Actually, that's all.

You can advance and retreat, you can wield the lance in your hand, and you can contribute your part on the battlefield. You don't need to be a very good fighter, nor do you need to achieve success on your first battlefield. It's enough to complete the whole process.

If you do this a few more times, the gains will come naturally.

After killing someone in a battle, you will feel like you have suddenly figured something out, and you will feel completely different.

After a few times like this, a killer warrior, a battlefield veteran is born. You will gradually adapt, gradually become like a fish in water, gradually become indifferent to life, gradually become bloodthirsty, and gradually become perverted...

"Boom boom boom..." The sound of drums rang out from behind the hillside.

Just as the new recruit was about to jump up, he was stopped by Peng Ling.

"Listen carefully where the drum sound is coming from." He said seriously, "If you don't know, look at the flag. Now it's the green flag, which means we are not moving out."

The recruit turned his head and saw a green flag flying high among the dead branches and leaves.

More than 2,000 soldiers from four groups who were ambushed in the valley jumped up and rushed down the hillside, shouting.

The recruit was convinced.

No wonder some veterans kept looking at flags and asking about combat deployment before the battle. But he was so confused and stupid that he couldn't even follow the crowd.

It's not good to be too afraid.

Being too excited is not good either.

We have to treat this battle as training just like the old guys did, that's what a strong team should do.

"Boom boom boom..." The drums started again.

This time the sound came from behind, and the recruit was startled.

"Charge!" The deputy team leader pushed him and he went out first.

Six hundred people rushed down the gentle slope.

The distance was not long, just a few dozen steps, and they quickly reached the bottom.

"Line up! Line up!" the owner of the building shouted loudly.

The team leaders with recognition flags on their backs also shouted loudly, calling on their soldiers to come closer and restore the formation that had become scattered while going downhill.

When the new recruit was going downhill, he bumped into a bush and his pants were torn, revealing half of his buttocks. He panicked and lost sight of his comrades.

He looked around and saw a "crane" flying in the sky, and immediately approached it.

The identification flag on the back of team leader Peng Ling has a crane painted on it, making it very easy to recognize.

"Forward!" the owner of the building ordered loudly.

Without anyone's instructions, the swordsmen and shieldmen were already at the front when the team was organized.

Those who were good at archery also pushed forward.

"Spearmen, what are you standing there for? Step forward!" Peng Ling kicked the new recruit.

The new recruit suddenly realized what was going on and, holding his thick and long lance, pushed behind the sword and shield soldier.

The exciting drumbeats never stopped.

The rustling sound of footsteps filled my ears.

The new recruit held his rifle, looked at the chaotic battlefield ahead, and listened to the constant reminders from the veterans around him, and his heart became more and more calm.

He had a strange feeling.

The panting swordsman in front, the "sly-eyed" archer on the right, the "strong man" carrying a wooden club on the left, and the Heyang folks holding hook-and-sickle spears diagonally behind him are all his brothers.

What is there to be afraid of when being in such a group and fighting together with brothers?
As long as the Heiliang Army is still there, he will never tire of telling the newcomers about the glorious past of his brothers.

"Kill!" The leader raised his sword high and shouted. "Kill!" The smoke and dust filled the distance ahead, and the new recruits couldn't see where the enemy was at all. They just followed them, damn it!
"Swoosh!" The archer shot an arrow.

A scream seemed to be heard in the smoke and dust.

"His hands are still so steady!" Team leader Peng Ling exclaimed in praise, then took a few quick steps and rushed into the smoke.

The new recruit followed and stepped forward. He already saw vague figures, which were the enemy cavalry.

He knew that the bandits had been tricked because they had dug a trap to trap the horses last night.

This bunch of thieves were even more stupid than him. They were lured by the light cavalry of the Henan nobles and rushed over directly, then fell into chaos.

"Get him!" A war horse neighed and rushed over. The lancer with a hook rushed out from behind and quickly hooked the horse's leg.

On the other side, there seemed to be another hook-and-sickle spearman hooking the horse's leg.

The "strong man" roared, raised a thick top and thin bottom wooden club, and smashed it up with a huge force.

The enemy rider's chest caved in visibly, blood oozing from his mouth and nose, and he fell to the ground.

The recruit was so stimulated by the scene of people falling to the ground that he rushed out directly.

A thief knight took a saber and slashed at the sword and shield soldier's large shield.

The recruit took two quick steps and thrust his spear forward.

Shit, the stab missed!
In a hurry, he swung his lance and swept the enemy cavalry off their horses.

A swordsman stepped forward and accurately chopped the enemy's neck with his ring-handled sword, causing blood to gushed out.

The recruit smiled.

What I have in my hand is a lance, not a spear, so it’s easy for me to knock down one or two of you!

He seemed to have unloaded a heavy burden, and with his spear in hand, he stabbed at yet another enemy rider.

The stray sword and shield soldiers and archers came towards him, and a moment later, a strong man holding a long axe also came over.

They are all veterans and know that forming a small group will be more powerful and have a higher survival rate on the battlefield.

The recruits found the feeling of being needed and the feeling of being integrated into the collective. This is right, absolutely right!

The pitch-black lances stabbed and smashed in the smoke and dust, knocking down two riders in a few breaths.

The strong man with a long axe is also very capable. Occasionally, when he encounters enemy cavalry wearing iron armor, he relies on him to break the armor.

The archers were always hiding in the crowd, and their arrows were fast and accurate, hitting the flesh with every arrow.

The new recruits with lances were in high spirits of killing, as if their Ren and Du meridians had been opened up. All the skills they had practiced hard in the past two years came back to them, and they now used every move they made on the enemy.

At the end of the fight, he didn't know where he rushed to. Anyway, as long as he saw someone still sitting on horseback, he would chase him and stab him until the sound of gongs rang out on the hillside.

"Sound the horn and retreat!" The burly man with a long axe pulled him and retreated.

The sound of hurried horse hooves was heard from the front left.

The recruit was shocked.

"We're one of us, covering our retreat." The sturdy man turned his head and said, then continued running forward.

The recruit was relieved and ran back to the attack position a moment later.

The officers with recognition flags on their backs stepped forward one by one and called on their soldiers to come closer.

The recruit's temples were throbbing, he hadn't recovered from the melee just now.

The deputy team leader came over, looked at the mud marks on his face from sweat, laughed, and said, "You fought well just now. It's just that you charged too hard, and you couldn't hear me calling you from behind."

The new soldier wanted to laugh, but he found that he was exhausted. Fighting in armor was too tiring.

The deputy team leader patted him on the shoulder and said, "Take it easy next time. You're using up your energy too quickly. That's not right."

The recruits were embarrassed.

It turned out that he had just started and still had a lot to learn.

Even though it was a melee just now, don't get separated from your comrades easily.

If you are too excited, you will consume your energy quickly and become exhausted easily. You must learn to allocate your energy reasonably in the future.

"Have the thieves retreated?" he asked after a moment.

The deputy captain looked at Peng Ling.

Peng Ling put his hands on the pergola and looked into the distance.

"The bandit cavalry has been defeated and the nobles' light cavalry are chasing them." He said, "This group of bandits should have slipped in from under Shexian City."

The place where they were located was Gushan, more than a hundred miles away from Shexian County.

At the foot of the mountain is a flat post road. Many horse traps were dug last night to lure the enemy cavalry to rush over and cause chaos.

The four groups of soldiers in the center were the first to rush down the mountain to fight. In fact, they were the ones who made a detour to the left and attacked the enemy's flank.

At this moment, the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, and the battlefield was littered with corpses of people and horses. There were always three or four hundred cavalrymen.

"Drink some water, not too much, half a cake will be enough." Peng Ling instructed after reading it.

The recruit immediately took out the Hu pancake he had brought with him and found a patch of grass to sit down.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw a group of people on the hillside in the distance.

A large flag with the word "Hou" on it was flying high, with many officers standing under it, pointing and talking at the battlefield.

The recruit withdrew his envious gaze.

He had just fought a great battle and had fought until he was exhausted, and he didn't know why he had fought.

I don't know where I am on the battlefield.

I don't know which enemy unit I hit.

I don’t know where the enemy comes from or where they are going.

Anyway, just follow the order and kill him!
But he still envied the group of people on the hillside. They had a panoramic view of the whole situation and commanded their troops to attack, encircle, and retreat...

That's really exciting!

(End of this chapter)