Xie Lin was in the center of the army. He listened to the flag bearer's continuous reports on the battle situation ahead, his brows never relaxed.

He had already heard about the combat power of the Longbow Army, and knew that it was the hardest nut to crack among the four border battalions of the Liang Kingdom. Previously, Zhang Qingbai easily defeated the Guping Army led by Ning Zhong on the southern battlefield. This news did not make Xie Lin relax.

Complacent, because he knew very well that Tang Youzhi was not a waste like Ning Zhong, and the average quality of the Longbow Army was far better than that of the Guping Army.

But he didn't expect that the progress of the battle would be so difficult at the beginning.

Two elite light cavalry raided the flanks of Liang Jun, but were stopped by Tang Youzhi's only cavalry force. They did not take advantage of the opponent, and it was barely a draw.

Liang Jun's infantry formation was as stable as a rock, and each of the three armies on the left, front and right had 5,000 heavily armored infantry advancing steadily.

Tang Youzhi led a central army of 10,000 men to follow closely, and another 5,000 rear troops pressed the formation.

Xiwu Qingqi did not dare to attack the Liang Army infantry formation rashly, not to mention that the two long spears of Tang Linfen and Gu Mang were unstoppable and firmly protected the flanks of the infantry.

Xie Lin said in a deep voice: "The front army attacks!"

Twenty thousand Xiwu infantrymen marched in neat steps, held their weapons high, and faced Liang Jun's front line as if they were dead.

As soon as it came into contact, it melted like boiling water and snow, and large pieces of the young man brandishing weapons fell down.

If the cavalry's confrontation is like wind, thunder and lightning, then the infantry's fight is a burst of iron and blood. The infantry whose retreat is blocked by the comrades behind them can only rush up to face the opponent's sword, or stab it with a knife.

Either kill the opponent or be stabbed to death by the opponent. There is no third way.

Even if you can kill the enemy in front of you, there is still an endless black crowd in your sight, each of them wants their own life. This sense of oppression is like being in front of a huge wave that is about to hit you, and you never know which one is sunshine or death.

Come on yourself first.

The roars of generals and military judges at all levels rang out everywhere, but the soldiers fighting on the front line could not hear these sounds at all. They only saw the enemy, and their ears only had noise and noise. The blood in their bodies kept boiling, and they were killing the first soldier.

After one person, they gradually enter a state of madness.

As time went by, the originally distinct battle lines became intertwined, and the two sides fought repeatedly over a distance of about a hundred feet. The Western Wu infantry had an advantage in numbers, but the morale of the Longbow Army was even stronger, especially that of Tang Youzhi before the war.

The impassioned mobilization made these young men forget the horror of death.

The battle line was advancing little by little towards Xiwu's main formation. Even though Xiwu's infantry gritted its teeth and fought tooth and nail, it still gradually showed signs of decline.

Xie Lin calmed down at this moment, and there was no trace of panic or anxiety on his face. He personally stood on the chariot and looked ahead. After observing for a moment, he said in a deep voice: "Order Leng Ziyi to lead the army to attack the left flank of Liang Jun."

"Follow the order!"

The flag bearer sent out a flag, and at the same time the herald galloped away. After a while, a cavalry team of ten thousand people came out from the rear of Xiwu's main formation and attacked the left wing of the infantry in Daliang.

The reason why Xie Lin did not attack with the army immediately was because he wanted to use the front army to test the true strength of the Longbow Army and at the same time find out the opponent's weaknesses. As both famous generals who started from humble beginnings, Xie Lin knew the truth that when it comes to the number of soldiers,

If there are more than 20,000, there will inevitably be a disparity in internal strength, and it is impossible for everyone to develop strong combat power.

Gu Yuan

After repeated observations of the three formations Tang Youzhi set up, Xie Lin finally confirmed that their weak point was on the left wing.

At this time, both Tang Linfen and Gu Mang faced a considerable number of enemies and were unable to support their right wing in a hurry. Tang Youzhi had noticed the movement of the third cavalry of Xiwu early, but strangely he did not respond.

He watched helplessly as the cavalry charged towards the slightly chaotic formation on the right wing.

Xiwu's military superiority was fully demonstrated at this moment, and the attack with thousands of cavalry at every turn was heroic.

The horses galloped across the plains, and the sound of their hooves was as continuous as the muffled thunder in spring. Although they were still riding lightly, the scene of thousands of horses galloping was magnificent, especially the leader of ten thousand men, Leng Ziyi, who was rushing at the front. He was so majestic that he looked like a god descending from heaven.

The man was already burly, and he was covered in armor. Even the horse's head was covered with a layer of leather armor. The weight was self-evident. Fortunately, the horse under his crotch was called a steed, and it could still maintain an astonishing high speed.

The infantry on the right wing of Daliang was commanded by Commander Hong Wu. His face was stern and his eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and he shouted resolutely: "The front army shrinks! The spears on the right are arrayed! The archers shoot in three rounds!"

Even though these 5,000 heavily armored infantry are slightly weaker, they are only relatively speaking, and they are far from being able to panic immediately when faced with cavalry charging into the formation.

The soldiers stabilized their formation according to the orders of their respective generals. When the Xiwu cavalry rushed up, all the infantry standing on the right stretched out their spears at the same time.

The tip of the spear was extremely sharp, like stabbing into tofu, and penetrated the first wave of Xiwu army horses that rushed up. At the same time, the archers at the rear kept throwing arrows, trying their best to cover the Xiwu cavalry behind them.

When the high-speed charging cavalry stepped into the formation regardless of life and death, the pikemen could only cause effective damage, but could not stop the torrent.

For a moment, the neighing of the war horses and the miserable howls of the soldiers were intertwined. The soil gradually turned reddish brown, and the blood could not solidify. The soldiers continued to fall, and the dappled sunlight shone on them, painting a tragic picture.

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Hong Wu gritted his teeth and came to the right, personally took down a Xiwu cavalryman from his horse, and then stepped on the opponent's heart. The man suddenly spat out a cloud of blood mist, staring at Hong Wu with wide eyes, as if he had not seen him before.

Jue continued to pounce on the next target, and at the same time kept shouting to boost morale. Only then was he able to block the attack of the Xiwu cavalry.

Under the flag of the Chinese army commander, a counselor said anxiously: "Master Marquis, the situation on the right wing is unstable. Should we send reinforcements?"

Tang Youzhi shook his head and said, "No need."

The counselor's lips moved, but he did not dare to persuade him any more. He was worried that if the formation on the right side was overwhelmed, it would definitely affect the other two formations. Coupled with Xiwu's superior strength, the consequences would be unimaginable. But he also knew that although Tang Youzhi was usually gentle,

On the battlefield, there is no room for doubt or disobedience.

Of course Tang Youzhi knew what the counselor was thinking, and his eyes suddenly turned to the northeast.

At this moment, the dust and smoke rose up in the distance, like a whirlwind. Even on the battlefield where the shouts were loud, the sound of horse hooves could be heard like rain, and a powerful cavalry galloped over.

The leader was Pei Yue, and behind him was Jia Cheng, who was carrying the banner with the character Pei.

Chen Xianda, Shang Yu, Meng Longfu and Fu Hongzhi each led a part of the cavalry, following closely behind Pei Yue. They bypassed the area where Gu Mang was at lightning speed and rushed towards him from the side and rear.

The Western Wu cavalry led by Leng Ziyi.
Chapter completed!