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Chapter 983: Decisive Battle with Huanglong (22)

"Slavic cavalry?"

Under the banner with the word "Wei", Wei Ru's right hand symbolically held a horse-shaped stick that was eight feet long, with an astonished expression on his delicate face.

Although she guessed that Chunyuan must have a trump card, she didn't expect it to be so big.

The Slavs and the Mongolians had been fighting for more than ten years, and they were considered a feud.

Can this be reconciled?

Wei Ru opened his small mouth, took a breath very childishly, calmed down, and then asked the messenger: "Does your Majesty have any orders?"

Although the opponent is a large-scale cavalry, if they are prepared for battle and all members are wearing armor, then the horse speed will not be too fast. The spies' horses are very fast.

There is still some time before the Slavs set foot on the battlefield.

The Han army can quickly leave the battlefield and return to the camp.

This is tantamount to cutting off one's tail to survive, and will inevitably sacrifice a considerable number of soldiers. But it is better than the entire army being wiped out.

In her opinion, at this point in this war, the chances of winning are really slim.

They were not prepared to fight the Slavs.

"There are no other orders. Your Majesty just asked us to inform the generals." The messenger shook his head and said.

"General." After saying that, the ordering soldier raised his head and looked at Wei Ru.

"Huh?" Wei Ru looked dazed for a moment, without any orders?

"We will definitely win. Your Majesty will never lose." The messenger said firmly, then he clasped his fists and rode away.

This sentence made Wei Ru laugh and shake his head slightly.

Am I being comforted by a messenger? But yes, we will not lose.

The Han people will not lose.

Thinking of this, the expression on Wei Ru's face became extremely determined, and then he said to his messenger: "Convey this news to all thousands of households."

"Get ready. We are about to face the attack of the Slavic cavalry."

"Yes." Wei Ru's messengers, sweating profusely, responded and dispersed to deliver the order. Now the thousands of households are either fighting at the front or are crowded in the rear, so it is difficult to find them.

In a very short period of time, the news of the Slavs' participation in the war spread throughout the Han army.

In the military formation of Feng Chong and Hou Wancheng.

Next to the banner with the word "Feng", Feng Chong was holding the sun and moon Wuguang, which was killed by Zhang Ba Da Dao. The armor on his body was stained red with blood. The thick blood fell along the gaps in the armor, gathered on the skirt and armor, and then dripped.

On the ground, wherever he passed was the Shura field, a bloody road.

"Kill!!!!" Feng Chong's face was extremely excited, and he kept roaring.

His cavalry attacked Hou Wancheng's infantry formation, unable to raise its head, and also caused huge casualties to Hou Wancheng.

"What did you say?!" Suddenly, Feng Chong stopped swinging his sword and asked the cavalry beside him to hold it. He held the sword in his right hand and wiped the sweat from his face with his left hand. He looked at Wu Nian's messenger with an unfriendly expression.

"General, 20,000 Slavic cavalry have joined the battle." Wu Nian's messenger glanced at Feng Chong in fear. This guy was famous for his bad temper. Although he was a personal soldier of the king, he might still be scolded.

Feng Chong did not get angry. Instead, his eyes shone brightly, showing a thoughtful look. He calmly asked: "Does your Majesty have any orders?"

"No." The messenger shook his head and said.

Feng Chong took a deep breath, and his expression became calmer. His right hand holding the sword tightened, and veins popped out on the back of his hand.

He looked up at the high platform and said to himself: "I understand."

Now the generals of the Han army are forming a long snake formation. Each department is fighting against thousands of households in the Mongolian and Yuan Dynasties.

cavalry.

A large-scale cavalry was formed.

Especially the Slavic cavalry is rumored to be very powerful. If they are allowed to attack at will, the Han army's infantry formation will be defeated.

Then the Slavic cavalry might overwhelm the Han army's infantry formation from beginning to end.

Although Wu Nian didn't say it.

But Feng Chong felt that he understood it.

"At the critical moment, you still have to watch me!!!! Fight with them." After a moment of calmness, Feng Chong suddenly became excited and almost reached the peak.

"Brothers, follow the flag and abandon Hou Wancheng's troops. Let's go through fire and water together." Feng Chong raised the Zhangba sword in his hand, and his strong voice spread far away.

"The general has an order. Abandon Hou Wancheng's troops and follow the general's flag."

"The general has an order. Abandon Hou Wancheng's troops and follow the general's flag."

On the battlefield, there is only one way to convey orders to the entire army: everyone follows the instructions.

Soon, all the cavalrymen knew Feng Chong's order, and then the soldier who lost his horse reached out to hold his companion's hand, got on his horse, and rode with his companion.

"Kill!!!!!" The heavy armored and heavy cavalry did not retreat. Instead, they roared with all their strength and attacked Hou Wancheng's military formation with a desperate attitude.

After repelling the opponent, they quickly turned their horses and together with the large group of people, followed the general's flag and quickly left the battlefield.

"Swish, swish, swish!!!!" The light cavalry in front quickly sheathed their swords, took out the bows behind their horses, bent the bows, nocked arrows, and fired continuously.

Suddenly, arrows rained down.

"Ahhhh!!!" Hou Wancheng's army was caught off guard and was repulsed. He was also hit by a hail of arrows, and screamed again and again. Countless people were injured.

But soon, the archers and divine arm archers of Hou Wancheng's army reacted and fired arrows in return.

Among Feng Chong's heavily armored and heavy cavalrymen at the rear, some stumbled, some fell off their horses, and for a while they were also turned upside down.

Under the banner of "Hou", Hou Wancheng exhaled a long breath, and the pressure on his body suddenly relaxed.

He was pressed and beaten for so long.

Finally, it's time for us to fight back.

Soon, the expression on Hou Wancheng's face changed, revealing a ferocious look. He raised the horse in his hand and shouted: "Brothers, follow me. Let's attack Longqie."

"kill!!!!!!"

The soldiers of Hou Wancheng's army did not complain. After a short rest, they followed Hou Wancheng and attacked Long Qie's troops like a siege tree hitting the city gate.

"Damn it!!!!!!!!!! Zhang Yong, Li Sheng, Chang He. The three of you led your troops to resist Hou Wancheng, and you have to stop it even if you fight to the death. If we collapse, others will collapse too."

When Long Qie, who was fighting with Jin Xuanyun's tribe, saw this scene, his eyes suddenly burst into tears and his teeth were almost broken. He raised his horse and shouted.

He didn't gain much advantage in fighting Jin Xuanyun, let alone having an additional Hou Wancheng tribe?

Two thousand households are fighting against me, they really think highly of me.

But this time Long Qi didn't scold Feng Chong. If Feng Chong didn't stop the Slavic cavalry, the situation would only get worse.

With a cavalry force of ten thousand households, they fought with Hou Wancheng and suffered heavy casualties. The exhausted cavalrymen of ten thousand households went to meet the terrifying twenty thousand Slavic cavalry who were waiting for work.

It can be said that Feng Chong went to die.

Although this guy has a bad mouth, he is reliable at critical moments.

A battle involving hundreds of thousands of people between the two armies resulted in an extra 20,000 strong cavalry. It was not just a change in quantity, but a chain reaction.
Chapter completed!
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