From Chief to Ball

The chariot holding the halberd pulled out the javelin on the chariot from the right, and threw the javelin when it was about fifty steps away from the enemy.

With the speed of the chariot coupled with the extraordinary physical strength, Chen Jian saw a javelin piercing through a person on the opposite side. He gave a good drink and beat the war drum with all his strength on the bumpy car.

The drums were getting faster and faster, and the speed of the chariot also accelerated to the maximum when it was close to the enemy's line, and it was dozens of steps away from the following infantry.

The archers in the back stopped throwing, and the followers ran forward, shooting feather arrows to the rear of the line.

Chen Jian's small chariot followed behind the two heavy chariots, and the direction of the chariot's impact was directed at the place with the most people on the opposite side. That was the breakthrough point selected by Dawu, and he was going to insert it into the center of more than 300 people from there. The formation was completely torn apart.

But the chariot that appeared suddenly shattered his fantasy. The galloping horse was a little crazy, and its thick chest knocked away a stunned prairie soldier heavily.

The people on both sides looked at the chariot at a loss, but they were either shot by the bows and arrows on the chariot, or passed by the dagger with the hook.

Almost without any resistance, the chariot broke through the line in Dawu's defensive city. It didn't break through the entire line, but tore a hole in the very center.

The more than 200 grassland soldiers defending formed a thin line and the formation was very loose. These infantry had not yet experienced the horror of being dominated by cavalry attacks on the battlefield.

The Xiacheng infantry following behind the chariots adopted a column, with three chariots in front, and the rest of the soldiers lined up in more than a dozen rows to follow, forming a front that was only seven or eight paces wide.

Chen Jian's chariot rushed into the opposite line. Two soldiers of the grassland tribe held up stone axes to block the horse, but they were knocked down by the horse, and the horse's hoof stepped heavily on him.

The right side of the chariot waved a long halberd, killing the soldiers on both sides of the chariot, and the soldiers on the two wings moved towards this side to support, but the chariot was too fast, and it only blocked it for a moment, and it had already torn through Dawu's line of defense. They charged towards the unsuspecting prairie tribe with their backs turned towards them.

The following Xiacheng new army filled the gap, and the speed of the chariot slowed down, but the infantry had already followed, charging with all their strength along the gap opened.

Chen Jian gripped a throwing spear tightly and stared at Dawu who was dozens of steps away. Dozens of people around Dawu densely packed Dawu in the center. They tore apart their defenses, but still mustered up the courage to defend their leader with the crude weapons in their hands.

Chen Jian didn't know who Dawu was, and he didn't want to know, because Dawu didn't leave a deep impression on him at all, and he wasn't qualified to make an impression in his heart, but he knew that the man on horseback must be the leader of the grassland .

Grasping the railing of the chariot with his left hand and the javelin with his right, he threw it towards Dawu, stabbing to death the clansmen who were guarding Dawu.

The chariot also started to turn here, and the horses hadn't adapted to the impact. Looking at the dense crowd and the raised stone spears, they chose to run sideways.

The infantry behind them had already caught up from the opened gap, and no longer followed the chariot. The sword and shield soldiers lined up and rushed towards the grassland tribes in the form of a human wall shouting.

Chapter 56 Annihilation

Many years later, after the tribes on the prairie learned the wheel and the word chariot, there would always be some old people who had experienced the Battle of Yangguan suddenly awakened from their dreams, nightmares about the fear they had experienced.

Xia Cheng called it the Battle of Yangguan, they called it the Battle of the Golden Skull, the names are different, but the memories left behind are the same.

"Chariots! Chariots! Their chariots are coming!"

This is an indelible fear in their hearts, and the words after waking up from the dream will always be hysterical.

This was the first time they saw a chariot. Several horses were moving, and they were rushing towards the weak line. Those who tried to stop would be knocked down by the horses, or their throats would be cut by the halberds.

No one can block the charging horses without training. Even though the grassland tribes are with horses all day long, they have never seen real charging cavalry.

They don't know how to use stirrups, don't have high bridge saddles, and don't use the technique of throwing spears with reverse grips. Their horses are only used for maneuvering and chasing routs.

The defense line of 200 people is not too small, and there are less than 200 people on Chen Jian's side, but the 200 people defending only form two weak lines of defense, which cannot stop the impact of the chariot at all.

Once the gap was opened, the infantry behind rushed into the gap and split the front into two, attacking Dawu with all their strength, and the missing commanding soldiers were just a mess.

The speed was too fast, as soon as Dawu had just let a group of people attack the wolf fur formation, his own formation had already collapsed, several javelins were stuck beside him, and the bows and arrows kept shooting the most loyal clansmen around him to death. The soldiers attacked like a tide... All this caught him off guard.

It was impossible for the chariots to charge in a straight line all the time. When approaching a large number of people, the three chariots turned to the right at the same time, and attacked the loose formation on the right wing of the grassland from the side and rear, making it impossible for them to gather.

There were only three chariots and nine people, but the right wing of more than 100 people was completely scattered, and they began to flee in panic, completely unable to organize effective resistance.

The fifty riders behind also grasped the reality, chasing and killing the broken soldiers on the battlefield. This is not a battle, but a massacre.

The infantry of the new army was only [-] steps away from Dawu. Those soldiers who fought with the wolf skin could not turn back, but they heard the voice behind them.

"Leader Dawu, I can't beat you! Let's go! If you don't go, you will all die here!"

Luo Xing yelled loudly, he had experienced the horror of these battle formations, and it was even more ferocious than the time he fought with himself, and he would never forget the moment when his left wing of the formation collapsed, knowing that it would be too late if he didn't run away.

Dawu slapped his thigh fiercely, raised his head to the sky and screamed, the roar was full of unwillingness and loneliness.

When he was born, there was no fragrance of flowers and no Ganoderma lucidum, but his mother told him that there was a crescent-like birthmark on his buttocks. When he was very young, his mother told Dawu: "My Dawu is Different from others."

Dawu has always felt that he is different, because this kind of thought that is destined by nature gave him the ambition to unify all tribes in the grassland. Whenever he encounters setbacks, he will turn his head in the river to look at his unique Birthmarks, tell yourself that all this is just a test, and it turned out that you were doomed from the time you were born, and wherever the moon shines will be your pastures, otherwise, why do other people in the tribe have no birthmarks, but why do you have them?

Sometimes, people need to feel that they are different in order to let their hearts enter a broader stage.

When Dawu received the love of the tribe day by day, and the tribe expanded day by day, he knew that he was really different, and no one could compete with him in the whole world.

Brother and father are all very powerful people on the grassland, but he feels that he is stronger than them, so he is the strongest person in the whole world.

Until now, when the soldiers on the opposite side shouted to attack his last line of defense, when his right wing had already collapsed, when Luo Xing yelled for him to escape, he knew that everything was over.

This battle was commanded by him, and he lost, even more thoroughly than his father. He slapped himself hard, hoping that this was a dream, but it wasn't.

The sound of fighting in his ears was blurred, the blood in his heart rushed to the top of his head, his eyes were a little dark, and the voices in his ears seemed to be in the distant sky. He didn't wake up until the falling star hit him heavily. The leader has already begun to flee.

Take a last look at the battlefield that is still fighting and is about to collapse. The right-wing chariots are rampant, rushing the loose clansmen into chaos. No one dares to resist. Fifty riders swept past these rout soldiers and headed towards the valley from the right. Shock; the big banner near the old leader has been skewed, obviously they can't hold it anymore...

He knew that if he left at this time, the entire battlefield would completely lose command and turn into a hunting and massacre, but he also knew that if he didn't leave, it might be too late.

So he called out to the clansmen around him, protected him and rushed out to the left, and the leaders of those clans followed behind him and ran out together.

The moment he started to escape, the left wing, which was already panicked and crumbling, collapsed instantly. The escape of the coach made the clansmen lose their courage to fight.

When Dawu ran to the woods, there were more than 30 tribesmen and leaders of six small tribes by his side. He stopped suddenly, took out the iron knife presented to him by Luoxing, approached a leader, and stabbed him fiercely. The leader's throat.

Once, he hoped to rely on the respect of his tribe and the support of the leaders to become the leader of the tribes in the grassland, but now, all of this has been trampled on the opposite side at Yangguan. After this failure, the leaders of those small tribes will no longer trust him. he.

The leader got off his horse, and Dawu shouted: "Clan people, kill them! Leave the corpses to the people on the opposite side, and leave the hatred to their clansmen!"

Following Dawu's order, the clansmen around him pulled out their iron swords and short spears, stabbed the leaders to death, glanced at the clansmen on the battlefield, and let out a strange cry.

"Dawu, our people are still in the north! Hamer is also in the north, and the witch priest is still in the camp!"

"I can't control that much anymore. If you go to the north, you will be surrounded. Look at their riders who have already gone to the valley. The spirit of war will protect them! Let's go!"

Dawu yelled, and the people around him glanced at the collapsed battlefield, and followed Dawu into the pine forest without looking back.

On the other side of the battlefield, the old leader saw Dawu's collapse. He knew that the situation was over. The riders on the opposite side were already running towards the valley, and it would be too late if he didn't run.

Under the banner, he issued the last order for the Battle of Yangguan: let the guards who followed him hack to death the tribesmen of the other tribes standing in front of him, make a gap in the rebellious army, and head towards the valley first run away.

There was no one to support the wolf-tailed flag, and it was going to be skewed, but no one paid attention to it, and the morale of the army was gone. Although they consumed the spirit of more than 300 people led by the wolf belt, they also consumed their own on the other side. When they lost their hope of victory, when the old leader hacked the tribe to death, collapse was inevitable.

Hammer saw all this and knew that his people had lost, but he didn't run away.

His arm was stabbed by Shi Shan, and he also left a scar on Shi Shan's leg. At this time, Hamer ran to the big banner and firmly supported the wooden pole with his uninjured right arm, like a wind in the desert. Seabuckthorn standing in the middle.