On the way down the mountain, everyone had almost eaten dry food. There was no choice when they were hungry. Many people started eating fried beans with natives. It rained a few more times on the way down the mountain, and the itinerary was much more difficult.

By the second day, more natives were catching up.

The mountains were filled with indigenous people's calls, which was a bit like the cry of apes, long and loud, making people feel upset.

Then there were spears and arrow feathers falling down. Xu Zixian estimated that the indigenous people's bow power was about eight forces, and they were also a hundred-pound hard bow in later generations. In later generations, the bow and arrow clubs could catch fifty pounds and one or two in a thousand pounds. This hard bow and iron arrow were no different from throwing a gun at close range. Within thirty steps, a huge blood hole could be created when shooting the human body.

But these arrows were shot at a distance of hundreds of steps, and their power was reduced by half. Moreover, all the cavalry were wearing armor, and the threat of these arrows was reduced to zero.

It’s just that some arrows will pose a threat to the horse. If they fall over, the knights will use a malfunctioning knife to open these arrows with a horizontal knife or a long snail.

Several wounded soldiers were injured by the natives and had a fever on the way, so they had to send more cavalry to take care of them.

On the third day, when he was turning out of the valley entrance, Xu Zi had to send some cavalry to sweep the left and right sides. More and more native people rushed out and kept harassing them with guns and bows.

Many natives had resentment on their faces, which seemed to be the storm of the valley village that made them extremely angry.

The strategy of luring the enemy and counter-tempting the enemy is obviously the winner of the Nan'an Marquis Mansion.

On the morning of the fourth day after going down the mountain, when Xu Zixian and others climbed the last valley, they looked at everyone's faces and they were all black and thin.

The grass in the distance saw thick smoke rising again from it, and Xu Zi smiled knowingly.

It seems that he has led people deep into the mountains for a while, and the indigenous people's eyes were attracted, and no one has harassed them. The speed of burning wasteland along the official roads is also significantly accelerating.

Along the streams, official roads, and valleys, as long as there are fire-induced objects, there will be burning fires everywhere.

Some beasts and poisonous snakes fled in panic, and were not afraid of the cavalry here. After escaping from the fire in the distance, they disappeared from the distance.

Xu Zixian set up a pergola with his hands and saw the shrubs, forests and wild grasses in the distance burning. The sunshine in the East Fan is quite strong, and many grasses and trees are very dry. As long as they are not rainy and heavy in moisture, they will use fire-induced objects to light up the fire, and they will only separate the fire-separation zones in advance. Otherwise, the fire will not stop for several days and nights, and may even cause larger wildfires.

In the distance, a large number of natives appeared in the valley.

The dense figures are like shrubs that suddenly grow. A large number of swords and spears are shining with cold light by the morning sunlight, and more are stone guns, stone axes, and stone knives.

There is a shortage of iron in the mountains. Now the limited iron of the natives should be obtained by intermittent trade with merchants, and it is a product obtained by using flax, beans, and sand gold.

The entire valley was filled with indigenous people, which looked very spectacular at first glance.

On the other side, where the smoke rose, more than 400 cavalrymen rode their horses and the rumbling sound of horse hooves covered all the sounds in the world.

Zhang Huchen's face showed a look of surprise, and from afar he bowed to Xu Zixian: "Your Majesty, you have a bad worry about your subordinates."

"I went deeper, but I didn't expect it to take so long." Xu Zixian smiled slightly and said, "Huchen, you have to sing the next scene."

"Yes, I know."

This time, Xu Zixian did not plan to lead the cavalry to charge. What he had done before had been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, enough to establish the image of commander in the cavalry battalion.

If everything is rushing to do, how will the generals deal with it?

Zhang Huchen made a contribution when he went to Beijing and rushed through the battle in Jiangtan. Since then, he has been mediocre since then. Perhaps today is the time for him to become famous.

Xu Zixian led the guards to continue driving forward, and stopped on a high slope several miles away to stop the horse.

The indigenous people in the valley have already surged down, with more and more people and more densely populated.

The natives didn't know about placing the array, and they were mixed together, like psoriasis growing on the dense grass.

It took about an hour for the indigenous people in the brigade to cross the valley and enter the hilly plains.

There are about 4,000 people, covering a very wide area, with a large number of seven or eight hundred people, and at least two or three hundred people, ranging from dozens of steps to more than a hundred steps apart.

The cavalry battalion is also marching.

The forest-like long horns were erected, and the overtones of the new copper horn sounded across the hillside. The four cavalry flags were lined up in three long arrays, each with more than 130 people. The silver light shone under the sunlight on the array.

The front row of the cavalry battalion uses a 10-foot long slat, and the second and third rows use thickened and widened horizontal swords and slender barrier swords. The three rows of cavalry all run through cloth armor, and the same row of cavalry is only three feet apart, with two steps apart between the flag teams, and seven steps apart from the front and rear rows. They will serve as the main force to destroy the enemy's formation.

Zhang Huchen came to the front of the formation and looked at the natives lined up opposite him with disdain in his eyes, but his face was still full of solemnity. After all, the number of people was one to ten was different.

A flag bearer came to Zhang Huchen with the cavalry battalion flag. The flag bearer pointed the red pennant flag in front. With five short sounds and one long sounds of advance, four hundred cavalrymen were instigating horses to start advancing at the same time. Zhang Huchen needed to accurately judge the distance to ensure that he would confront the enemy at the highest charge.

While the cavalry camp sounded the trumpet, the natives on the opposite side began to move forward, shouting while walking, and waving their weapons.

Compared with the calm cavalry battalion officers and soldiers, the natives were much more excited. They were naked, mostly shaved their heads, and in groups, holding messy weapons, making noisy shouts.

They have to keep a slow step to about 200 steps, and the charge at a distance of 200 steps is their most proficient training subject. The difficulty lies only in how to maintain a dense formation as the degree gradually accelerates. Under strict training, these more than 400 cavalrymen have already moved the distance of up to 300 steps and charge.

In later generations, Xu Zi first saw many scenes of cavalry charges, including movies and regular military training videos.

What impressed me was the training video of the French breastplate cavalry. At the beginning, they were all under the horse, and then the officers talked, got on the horse, and moved forward.

At about a hundred steps, several horizontal teams advance like a wall, very neatly. When they start to accelerate at a hundred steps, the power of the wall-type charge is fully displayed. Then when it reaches the extreme speed, the horizontal team of the cavalry is a little confused, but overall it remains flush.

The entire charge was about 500 steps, and the pace queue was basically unchanged. This was the wall-style charge of elite cavalry.

Xu Zixian hoped that his cavalry battalion could also reach the level of later generations. As long as he maintained strict training, it would not be difficult.

Xu Zixian also wanted to follow the cavalry formation to attack, which was crazy, because even in the third row when charging, he might be tripped, and his head was cut off by the enemy on the ground, or even beaten to death by the brutal enemy with a stick.

But Xu Zixian wanted to rush to the formation, and wanted to follow the soldiers to rush to rush with their swords. He wanted to hear the crisp sound of the sword slashing on people's bodies, and watching people wailing, which could protect their brothers and sisters around him and eventually win!

During the Battle of the River Beach, Xu Zixian led his troops to rush forward. He knew the feeling of rushing forward at lightning. Moreover, that rush was just an ordinary cavalry formation, not like in front of him. This spectacular wall cavalry formation was really fascinating.

But Xu Zi first knew that he was just thinking about it. Zhang Huchen, Zhang Hu, and others would never allow him to rush towards the enemy formation.

A louder shouting came from the indigenous formation about a mile away, and the array slowly came, and the cavalry battalion also began to move forward. The gentle soil level brought a chaotic sound of horse hooves. Both sides approached 300 steps. Zhang Huchen's military flag leaned forward again, and the trumpeter blew the second advance trumpet. Zhang Huchen gently clamped the horse's belly, and the war horse jumped gently, and began to jog.

Zhang Huchen ignored the light arrows flying from afar, and observed his array left and right while running. More than 400 cavalrymen started jogging, with surging horse heads everywhere. The flag captains in the front row of the queue effectively controlled the team. The array was not chaotic due to harassment. The results of the hard training were reflected, and the array was still stable.

All the cavalry looked at Zhang Huchen and felt relieved when they saw the face full of beard.

Zhang Huchen was violent and even cruel during training. He was not very happy to talk to ordinary soldiers. He did not care about his subordinates like Qin Dongyang.

Zhang Huchen was born into a family of cavalry generals, and his father and grandparents were all battalion-level commanders of the Wei army, and their main official positions were related to cavalry.

No shortcomings can cover up Zhang Huchen's advantages. The impact is like a wall, the turning is like a wind, the speed and slant, or the frontal breakthrough, and no officer can surpass Zhang Huchen by mastering horse speed.

...

The horse's hooves on the gentle slope are no longer messy sounds, and the dense sounds of hooves slowly merge into rumbling sounds.

The two sides were quickly apart at only two hundred steps. Because of the advancing, Zhang Huchen regarded it as only more than one hundred steps. The flat array was like a moving horse wall. The indigenous raiders in front of them had little room for maneuver and retreated in front of the dense cavalry.

The natives began to appear in full in front of Zhang Huchen and the cavalry.

There were many scattered raiders on the high slopes on both sides of the left and right. The natives kept shooting bows and arrows and throwing guns. These things were futile. After more than a hundred steps, the light arrows shot out were very accurate and the landing point was accurate, but they did not pose any threat to the cavalry wearing armor.

More natives flocked to the front. They felt that they were crowded on their side. Although they were shocked by the neat cavalry, they still rushed forward.

Zhang Huchen shouted loudly: "Extremely fast!"

Another advance trumpet, the flag bearer turned the flag in circle and leaned forward. The thirty-two flag captains loudly ordered, and the pennant flag gun leaned forward again. The cavalry heard the sound of the trumpet and whipped the horses at the same time. The rumbling horse hooves were like thunderstorms from far to near the horizon. The red tassels on the helmets were jumping, like countless flashing red flames.

No one dared to stop the troops from the harassing people, and fled to both sides and aimed their bows and arrows at their wings to shoot randomly. Several cavalrymen finally fell off the horse, but this loss had no effect on the formation.

As we advance, the last hundred steps were left in the blink of an eye, and it only took a few seconds.

Zhang Huchen and all the flag captains put their black flag guns flat and "Kill!"

The cavalry shouted collectively according to the military rules. The long erected snares in the first row were flat, followed by the second row of horizontal swords, the third row of horizontal swords and obstacle swords, and the fourth row of rangers did not accelerate, and was far behind the main riding formation.

The natives also began to shout, and some people blew the conch trumpet, they also laid their spears and raised their big swords, and more people held stone spears, stone axes, and stone knives, and both sides began to charge.

Xu Zixian, on the top of the slope, stood up involuntarily stepping on the stirrups, staring at the battlefield without turning his eyes. His eyes were full of galloping horse thighs and beating red tassels. The soil and grass chips brought by thousands of horse hooves were flying everywhere, and the vibration caused by the rushing could even feel the top of the slope.

The oncoming natives began to show panic. Under the dense threat of long and dense snails in front of them, some people ran to the side without being controlled, but the diagonal direction was also a cavalry array coming from the tide. Their formation became scattered, but at this distance, no one could retreat in the hedge formation. Under the rapid running, the cavalry array of the cavalry battalion began to appear curves, but the short distance was not enough to affect the integrity of the formation.

Fifty steps apart, the horse rose to the fastest. Zhang Huchen's face turned red, his eyes widened and his long horn with a black triangle flag in his hand, aiming his head at the native who was opposite. The native had a fierce face and ran in front with a big knife. He was finally a little panicked at this time because he had to face at least two long horns attacks.

There were still people in the front row of natives trying to shoot arrows, and a large number of urgently shot light arrows flew over. More than tens of cavalrymen were hit, but only three of them fell off their horses, and they were fleeting in a short distance.

"Kill!!" The cavalry formation burst into a roar with hissing roar.

Boom, two torrents collided head-on, which was different from what Xu Zixian imagined. There was no spectacular collision scene as imagined, nor was there a scene of many people, horses, people and cavalry.

The situation in front of me is that I have done a lot of foreplay, but I feel soft.

A large number of cavalry rushed over as if they were slashing through tofu, and smoothly struck the already quite chaotic indigenous team.

Countless people were stabbed and swept and killed by long wands, and cut across their chests by barrier swords. In just one encounter, the thick indigenous team had been completely penetrated, and countless people were stabbed and killed, and were seriously injured. They fell to their original position and were trampled to death by subsequent horse hooves.

The large and thick indigenous team could not stop the cavalry advancing like a wall. From the forward to the middle formation to the back formation, in almost a moment, the cavalry of more than 400 people completely penetrated the indigenous team.

The cavalry maintained their own formation, whistling with thick backs, and with the help of the horsepower, they did not need to wave hard. As long as they clasped the hilt when they passed by, they could take off their flying limbs and a rain of blood. Even if there were piles of natives in front of them, they could only hit them head-on, and the opposite side had no power to fight back, leaving only corpses and wailing.

The three rounds of attacks were like storms, violently hitting the indigenous fronts with holes, leaving behind corpses and wounded people. The remaining cavalry battalions were constantly sequentially, as if a sudden rush of frenzy went away again. They continued to move forward, and after hundreds of steps, they slowly reduced and started to line up again.

After these three rounds of impact, more than 200 natives were directly assassinated and killed. The front was broken, and everyone was in panic and completely lost command. However, the attack was not over yet. They ran away in a mess. The scattered natives, like headless flies, were shot and killed by the fourth row of racist cavalry with bows and arrows and short crossbows. They had to escape to both sides.

Now looking at the high place, I saw scattered natives running around. The cavalry beat the already chaotic native team against the wide front and reorganized the team on the east side of the valley. The indigenous people on the front battlefield were no longer in a queue. Many people were running to the sides, and many people had crawled to the high side of the valley again.

Among the indigenous people, there seemed to be some people like tribe elders and elders who were constantly scolding in the team, hoping to regroup these chaotic indigenous peoples. Amid the shouts of these people, the indigenous people on the left began to regroup...

"It's useless." Xu Zixian pointed to Luo Fangxiao: "The enemy formation is now not in formation. It is possible to defend the cavalry's attack, square formation, square formation, and round formation. The important thing is to thicken the middle, retreat the two wings, and use dense gun formations to match strong bows and crossbows. The square may defend it. Now the savages' array is already in chaos, the left wing is thick and the center is chaotic, and there are deserters on the right wing. If it weren't for the savages' wildness and are extremely brave, their troops should have completely escaped after the first rush to the formation."

Luo Fangxiao did not follow the cavalry team to attack. After all, they were guests, so it was their business to voluntarily enter the mountain. But if they were placed in the cavalry team and rushed together, if something happened, it would be difficult for the allies to explain.

After all, Lan Fang has only made the bet of Tianfangma now, and the sailors, craftsmen, and money have not yet been obtained.

Xu Zi first brought Luo Fangxiao into the mountains, but not only wanted to cultivate talents for Lan Fangren, but also asked these noble ladies of Lan Fang to see with their own eyes and know the difficulty of opening up. Then after returning to Lan Fang, Lan Fangren could understand that the bets they made now were nothing.

Just now, when he saw a large group of cavalry charged, the arrogance of the Lan Fang nobleman remaining on Luo Fangxiao was wiped out. Under the trampling of the iron cavalry wall-like charge, thousands of natives could not stop the first formation, and there was no possibility of the cavalry charging at all.

Its unit has no array at all, let alone any tactics to counter the cavalry charge.

Whether it is a thick long spear formation, an auxiliary tool such as a horse, a ability to choose a battlefield, or a long-range strike assistance, or even a formation. There is no square formation, a circular formation, or a square formation, only a scattered long horizontal formation, which is chaotic and unsystematic, and all weapons are quite mixed, and there are even weapons such as stone axes and stone knives. If they were not savages in the mountains, they were full of wildness and fearlessness, they should have collapsed and fled at the moment when they saw the cavalry charge.

In the eyes of Luo Fangxiao and Lan Fangren, the moment the cavalry rushed forward seemed to be silent. In their eyes, there was only the cavalry crushing towards the enemy, and only the bronze trumpet of the charge was heard in their ears, only the neat cavalry charge was seen, and only the horse's hooves flew up and down, stepping the fragile human bodies into blood mud.

This is the first time that Lan Fangren has seen such a spectacular scene, and the impact on them has not changed until decades later.
Chapter completed!