ALL NOVEL
Chapter 504
As Jiang Jizu's words fell, the army, which was previously in a triangular formation, immediately changed its formation, arranging itself in a long line.
"Continue turning, hook goose formation!"
The crowd continued to change, and the five thousand troops from the headquarters quickly formed up, finally managing to withstand the ferocious attack of the Northern Nomads.
Guanjin Line's troops were a little slower, and in the blink of an eye, countless more lives fell.
"General, let me." Jin Vice General carried a long blade and rushed to the forefront, "Lads, follow me and move, left flank extend, right flank extend! Leave the middle open!"
The Dayu formation was exquisite and unparalleled.
The experience forged with blood by their ancestors had been passed down from generation to generation. How could the enemy grasp it thoroughly in just a few days?
The Fang family had the Fang family's formation, and the Jiang family also had the Jiang family's formation.
When the soldiers who were fighting desperately changed into a new formation, the Northern Nomads' advantage disappeared almost entirely.
But at the same time, the difference in numbers between the two sides was also gradually narrowed.
Ninety thousand border troops against ninety thousand Northern Nomads with the advantage already stripped away, only able to kill in a sea of ??blood.
You ride your horse and trample my face, I pierce your chest with my long spear.
Blood splattered, severed limbs laid horizontally, screams to the sky, hot tears rolled.
Unable to distinguish whose blood it was, or whose life it was, or whose horse or weapon it was.
With the consolidation of the Dayu Dynasty's national power in recent years, changing from offense to defense, such tragic killings had not happened for a long time.
The Northern Nomads cavalry was scarce and did not want to collide head-on. Most of them sneaked into small villages, killed, looted and plundered before returning with food. Even if they occasionally fought, it was just small units.
It was rare to kill on such a scale in the sea of ??people, to the point of exhaustion, to the point of being drenched in blood, and to fight to the last ounce of strength.
In history, large-scale clashes were actually very rare.
Where there were more people, there were more thoughts, and this was even more true for armies numbered in the tens of thousands. The beliefs of the officers and soldiers were more important than anything else.
A positive example was the Yue Family Army. Yue Fei was the belief of the officers and soldiers. With just one word from him, the army would charge forward without hesitation.
But similarly, if something happened to Yue Fei, the soldiers would lose heart and the army would collapse.
For ordinary armies without sufficient beliefs and convictions, as limbs were severed and blood splattered, as familiar people around them fell one by one, and casualties reached a certain number, they would basically be defeated.
In the battle between the two armies, if you flee the other party will pursue. In the pursuit process some more would be annihilated, leaving behind a small number who managed to escape with their lives.
But fighting against a different race was not the same.
The Northern Nomads were fierce by nature, moved swiftly, and as long as the Dayu troops retreated, the final result could only be death.
Stationed at Guanjin Line, with the Central Plains behind them, the peaceful lives of countless common people, where else could they retreat?
Jin Vice General and Zhou General went into battle at the same time, in order to boost morale and support everyone to fight to the end, to expel the alien race from the border and let them roll back to their own grasslands.
The long blades swung widely, armor clanked.
As more and more people fell, the ground was almost entirely covered with viscous blood.
The border troops and the Northern Nomads were almost all frightened.
Everyone wanted to live, no one wanted to die.
"General, do we have to fight again? So many people have died, so many..." A captain sobbed as he asked.
Zhou General stabbed his single blade into the ground to support himself, looked around and said, "Fight, if we don't fight, what then? Once we retreat, military morale will collapse."
"But everyone is already afraid. If we continue fighting, they will only flee throwing away their sabres." The captain wiped his eyes, "General, what should we do?"
Zhou General shook his head without speaking, shame and regret surging from his eyes.
He regretted being overconfident, regretted not making arrangements in advance, Guanjin Line collapsed inexplicably. If General Jiang had not cautiously stayed behind, he didn't know how many of these hundred thousand troops could have survived. "We can't retreat." Jin Vice General wiped the blood off his face, "The two sides are evenly matched. We feared them and the Northern Nomads also feared us. Now it just depends on who can last to the end."
Once someone was defeated, the other side would gain a huge victory.
"But how can we ensure that we can hold on until the Northern Nomads are defeated?" Zhou General asked uncharacteristically at a loss.
He was the garrison general who had personally come to lead the troops. To provide further assurance, there was only...
"I'll do it." Jiang Jizu took off his cloak, held the Nine Consecutive Ring Broadsword, "The formation continues to change, lads do not be afraid. The Dayu Dynasty will never abandon its people, will never give up on its officers and soldiers!"
"The general is with the soldiers and men, the officers and soldiers are with the border guards!"
"The border guards are with the thousands of common people!"
Even old generals could still wield long blades and still hack and slash the enemy.
When bedridden, their whole bodies ached, but wearing armor they became brave and formidable.
Suddenly, the sky was filled with crimson clouds. As the light rose, the general in front was so tall and majestic.
The morale of countless officers and soldiers was aroused, and they roared and charged with the determination to win.
The Northern Nomads showed fear again and unconsciously retreated two steps.
And on the battlefield, once you retreated, that was the beginning.
One step, retreating from Guanjin Line's city defense.
Two steps, retreating from Guanjin Line's gate.
Three steps, roll back to the grasslands!
On a small hill outside Guanjin Line, the complexions of several young men observing the battle suddenly changed.
"Crap, that guy has boosted their morale." The leader said in clumsy Mandarin, "The formation has also changed, it's not the one you gave us."
"Your Highness is wise. These two people look like frauds. They even tricked us into sending so many elite troops to attack. Maybe they are colluding inside and outside to plot against us." Another man responded in the language of the alien race.
The prince turned his head, looking displeased, but did not speak.
"What are you mumbling about?" Zhu Changyu was somewhat impatient, "I already said it clearly when I gave you the formation. It was just the Fang family's formation. Can you control someone using another formation?"
The prince looked even more displeased.
Fang Yuan pulled his sleeve behind him, "Third Prince Anda, please don't get angry. The current battle situation is evenly matched. Being able to break Guanjin Line is not easy. The rest can only depend on the combat power of both sides."
This sounded much more gentle, but the meaning still poked the chest of the alien race: If your own combat power is not good, who can you blame?
Thinking that without that booklet, perhaps even Guanjin Line could not be broken open, the Third Prince's expression eased a lot more.
His gaze was fixed on Jiang Jizu as he murmured, "Bring me my bow and arrow."
The Northern Nomads were good at riding and shooting, able to take a life from a hundred paces away, piercing straight into the chest.
Throughout history, there have been many great generals who were shot and killed for poking their heads out. To avoid this situation, generals usually would not poke their heads out or stand at the forefront of the troops when battling.
Today, in order to boost morale, it had given the alien race a chance.
"General Jiang ... Great Border General." The Third Prince murmured as he drew his bow.
He took ten breaths to aim and then released the bowstring.
The sharp blade whizzed away. Fang Yuan and Zhu Changyu both changed color.