It felt bad to be pressed and beaten, and what was worse was that the logistics troops were still unable to come out inside the valley passage. Hu Gang's plan was to run long distances and advance lightly, so he only brought rations for ten days. According to normal practice, all the cavalrymen who went to fight carried rations for five days, and the remaining half was left to the baggage team for responsibility. They were also equipped with horses, but their speed was not as fast as the combat troops, but they exceeded the baggage infantry in the conventional concept.

There is not much food left in them at present, and most of the supplies carried by the baggage team are bows and arrows, as well as spare armor.

"Run, rush to the south. The whites came from there and killed them all."

"Don't be afraid, they don't have horses and are not as fast as us. Just rush over and you can win!"

"Don't worry about their cannons, as long as that thing rushes closer, it will be a pile of scrap iron."

The scouts sent out did not send back the news. The brigade of cavalry leaned against the northwest valley exit, and the southward direction was rolling mountains, which were obliquely southeast. The only breakthrough directions to choose from are the north, northeast, east and southeast.

Turn around and attack the white men ambushing the mountain? This practice is not advisable. The cavalry is not infantry, not to mention that Hu Gang is not familiar with this area. Cavalry attacking the mountain requires gentle slopes. He has sent some people to scatter to find favorable terrain, but it is difficult to gain in a short period of time. Moreover, the situation is unclear now. The best way is to send small-scale troops to attack tentatively, and then concentrate troops to choose the main direction to assault based on the intelligence collected from all aspects.

Hu Gang controlled the frightened war horse under his crotch, and he fell into intense thoughts in his mind, but suddenly he heard the adjutant's anxious and anxious shout: "Sir, I have urgent news to report to you."

The adjutant rode his horse from the southeast with several cavalry guards. He soon ran to the nearest place. Hu Gang saw them surrounded by a man covered in blood. When everyone came to the front and dispersed, Hu Gang could finally see the man's face clearly.

He was a scout whom he sent before.

He lay on the horse's back, his face pale, grabbed the reins with his right hand and covered his abdomen with his left hand. He probably was injured, because the situation was urgent and there was no time to bandage it. The outflow of intestines could be vaguely seen from the gaps between his fingers and armor.

Hu Gang suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart and asked hurriedly: "What happened?"

"Sir... there are white people everywhere in front of you." The injured scout seemed extremely difficult to speak, mixed with heavy breathing: "They brought artillery, and the brothers in our team... were all dead... Before the captain died, I asked me to come back and report to the Sir: I can't rush through this direction... I must... find another way out."

A few minutes later, equally bad news came from the north and east - the white army had blocked all intersections, and they cooperated with muskets and infantry and artillery to block all the road ahead of the cavalry.

Hu Gang has never realized this in his heart as well as he is now!

Although the information he had was not very detailed, he had already understood the combat intentions of the white generals on the other side.

They occupied both sides of the canyon passage in advance and urged the tiger cavalry to speed up the canyon with sporadic shooting. Outside, the open space they are currently in, is the battlefield chosen by the white people.

This area is mountainous and many places are dense forests. Not to mention cavalry, it is difficult for infantry to unfold in movement. Judging from time, the whites should have come earlier than themselves, so they arranged in advance and occupied intersections in various directions. Once the battle started, they began to squeeze from the outside to the inside with a heavy musket array, compressing all the tiger cavalry in a narrow circle.

The volleyball and cannons are the most commonly used and most advantageous tactics for white people.

After sorting out the situation, Hu Gang found that there were very few choices left for him, and there was no absolutely safe way out.

Now, the best way is to turn around immediately and order all the cavalry to re-enter the valley passage and return along the way.

This is extremely risky, and with the cunning of the whites, they should have reserved a large number of soldiers on the tops of the hills on both sides. The previous sporadic shootings were just to urge the cavalry to leave. Once they turned around and retreated, the cavalry would inevitably be subjected to intensive shooting from the top of their heads.

The large number of white people is their biggest advantage.

The white musketeers who surrounded each other from multiple directions will continue to narrow the encirclement. Judging from the shells that had fallen before, Hu Gang had not left much time to think, and he had to make a choice as soon as possible.

"Rise my flag and order: attack the north with all your might."

Hu Gang slowly drew out his sword and ordered the adjutant in a calm and fierce tone. Only by opening the north can we contact the reinforcements of other tribes as soon as possible. Hu Gang no longer considers the threat brought by the giant "No. 6". He began to understand why the Dragon Regent insisted on sticking to the reinforcements. The damn southern dwarves were not as weak as they imagined. They were cunning and cruel, and they also had advantages in weapons.

Ten thousand cavalry concentrated on attacking the north side. Even if they had to pay a certain degree of casualties, the chance of rushing out was very high.

The entire cavalry that had completed the entire team began to turn, and no one questioned Hu Gang's decision. The strong Tiger cavalry did not fear the flying shells, and drew out their battle knives and spears, and began to accelerate towards the north.

The sun was swallowed up again by the dense clouds, without raining or snowing, and the cold and dry wind howled like a ghost. Far away, Hu saw a black line appearing on the horizon. He urged the horse to continue moving forward, and the black line became thicker, showing a blurry outline of the infantry array.

The white dwarf's fighting style is no different from the past. The infantry holding a few meters of long halberds are still responsible for blocking the situation. There are heavy musket soldiers in the middle that are divided into three layers of upright, standing, and kneeling. This three-layer arrangement method can maximize the power of muskets, but because the opponent is a northern giant, the traditional battle lineup is changed. Especially after the large-caliber heavy-duty lifting gun was developed, the southern whites also created a telescopic pole that specializes in supporting heavy barrels according to actual combat needs.

Hu Gang raised his sword high and let out a fierce and captivating roar: "Roar over and kill them all!"

The white infantry array was not thick, roughly estimated to be no more than 100,000 people. Of course, the key to deciding the outcome of the war was not simply comparing the number of people. Although the number of opponents was large, the overall thickness was forced to be thinned by the long array on both sides. It is worth mentioning that the whites occupied the favorable terrain—they were leaning on the hillside, and the long halberds in front were arranged at the bottom front, which would not block the shooting of the musketeers in the back.

A trace of disdain flashed in Hu Gang's eyes.

The long halberd hands are all scumbags. With just one charge, they will be dispersed immediately and will be defeated.

The only thing that disturbed him was that the array of white musketeers on the opposite side was too thick, reaching as many as six rows.

Hu Gang forced himself to try not to think about the worrying problems. The advantage of the cavalry lies in his speed. As long as he rushed over, the extremely powerful close combat power of the northern barbarians would be enough to solve all the troubles.

"rush!"

The adjutant followed closely by his side, with a triangle inserted on his back waving the flag in the wind. With him as the core, there is a team of fifteen riders around him, and they also have flags with the same pattern and shape on their backs. Only in this way can everyone see clearly and follow the direction of the attack.

It's very close to the white array.

Hu Gang suddenly saw that the neatly arranged white musketeers had changed. Each of them retreated back for a group, giving up enough room. Behind them, a light cannon was pushed out.

This kind of gun is not very caliber, but in Hu Gang's simple and simple cognitive thinking, the power of the gun is directly related to the thickness of the tube. He determined that it was a small-caliber gun, and its lethality was stronger than that of the conventional large-caliber gun.

His blood became cold again and almost solidified.

Fired from the other side.

It is chain bullets and shotguns.

The flying chain blasts were circling in the air, bringing out flesh and blood rings with the theme of "death". The solid chains were flying, and the iron balls tied to both ends to tear the human body with a powerful impact force. The tiger cavalry rushed in the front were cut into both ends, and the heads of people were smashed to pieces, falling from the horse, and trampled by countless horse hooves, becoming bright red sauce mixed with the soil.

The large group of shotguns were comparable to giant iron fists, and they smashed short "pits" in the rapidly rushing cavalry team. If a certain force manipulator stops in time, you can see the impact area of ​​the shotguns colliding with the cavalry team head-on, and the scattered flesh and blood collapsed from the human body and the war horse. The hard steel balls shot into the eye sockets, smashed the eyeballs and penetrated the brain, and the skull was raised high by powerful destructive forces, and the rider and war horses turned into flesh and blood sieves.

Duke Flamar stood on the top of a mountain not far away, and watched through the telescope, watching the satisfactory battle situation so far.

Telescopes are a good thing. The God of Luck belongs to white people. The barbaric northern giants do not know how to burn glass, so naturally there is no question of lens processing. To be honest, this battle does have a great probability of "betting". What Flamar bets about the northern giants is that the information is not smooth, and there is no telescope to carefully observe the distance.

The relationship between the Viking Kingdom and the Porcelain Kingdom can only be considered ordinary. But this does not affect the personal relationship between Marquis Elken and Flamar. The nobles have their own set of behavioral laws, and the direction of Viscount Onemo's attack is not a secret for Flamar. This involves the two principles of "fair distribution" and "trophy". Simply put, it is just a sentence---you have your way to make money, and I have my business practices.

Since the Kingdom of Prairie has chosen the northeast, Flamar can only aim at the northwest and select it as the offensive route of the main force of the Viking Kingdom.

As long as a normal-minded nobleman would not choose the north. There are too many "No.6" there. God knows how many sub-body they split after eating the corpses of the northern giant? Vlamar never thought of relying on that kind of monster to defeat the northern giant. To be fair, he was very satisfied with the "No.6"'s record of capturing the Dragon Lock Pass, but it was limited to this. Monsters are monsters, and they can never be on par with humans. Moreover, the words Calis said before are not unreasonable——The Holy See is strong and must maintain a friendly and cooperative relationship with the Holy See. Bishop Somson wants him, as long as it can fill his greedy appetite, the remaining part is enough to make all the kingdoms full.

The offensive route to the north belongs to the Holy See. No one can cross the line before Bishop Somson speaks.

Framar knew very well that his scouts did not have an advantage in speed. He could only speed up his march and sent a large number of scouts to survey the surrounding terrain. He arrived at the outskirts of the canyon two days earlier than Hut and drew a detailed topographic map. Since then, Duke Framar has been planning to use this place as the main battlefield to fight a beautiful annihilation battle.

Whites don’t know much about the northern giants, but this does not mean that many things cannot be accurately judged through "guess".

The stones on the ground of this canyon passage are relatively smooth and there are not too many weeds. This means that people often pass by. As long as an ambush is set on both sides of the canyon, satisfactory results can be achieved.

The problem that Hu just thought of was Framar.

He arranged 40,000 musketeers on both sides of the canyon.

At the exit of the valley, southeast, east and north, Framar is surrounded by 400,000 people. This is a semi-ring crescent formation. Once the northern giant appears in the valley, the overall battle formation begins to move to the west. It is like a huge monster opening its bloody mouth, biting out the prey that took the initiative to enter its mouth, and completely swallowing it.

As Hu Gang thought before, the cavalry team could retreat and escape along the canyon. However, doing so would require extremely heavy casualties. The previous sporadic shooting would become intensive blockades, and more people would die at that time.

In fact, Flamar was not sure whether the army of northern giants would appear in the southwest direction. He just had a vague prediction of "possible". He planned to stay here for five days to one week. On the one hand, he was waiting for the logistics and supplies troops, and on the other hand, he was reluctant to leave the natural battlefield with such a superior terrain.

Hu Gang's heart was bleeding, and he felt a faint red color beside his eyes. The stray bullet tore his scalp and blood flowed into his eyes. Although it was not fatal, it angered the young tiger.

"Run! Speed ​​up and rush over!"

Those light artillery are too lethal to the cavalry.

But we still have a chance!

When the white halberd was about a hundred meters away, the tiger cavalry who was rushing in the front row suddenly tilted and screamed and fell down.

According to Flamar's order, countless pits were dug out from the frontier positions. Their depth was about thirty centimeters, and they were about the same size as the horse hooves of the northern war horses, slightly larger. These hole-like small pits were not difficult to dig, but they could cause fatal damage to high-speed horses.

When the war horse under his crotch was wailing and tilted, the tiger clearly heard the crisp sound of its leg bone breaking.
Chapter completed!