Wang Yao of Dongchuan watched the Yan army divided its troops from eight directions, and it rushed like a tide from all directions. He was shocked: "What kind of method is this to use troops?"

Mo Huba frowned, thinking that the two sides had roughly equal strengths, and they actually attacked with this method. Wouldn't it be better to cut off one finger than to break one finger? In this way, one or two groups of people would be surrounded and eaten. He sneered: "It seems that Gongsun Xiu, who led the troops, is just like this."

Immediately rode my horse forward, and the Xianbei army behind me also advanced together. The King of Dongchuan did not know how to stop it, so he had to lead his troops to follow and frowned and said, "Don't be careless. Gongsun Xiu can even defeat Sima Yi in one fell swoop, and his ability is extraordinary."

Mo Huba shook his head and said, "The opportunity is rare, and you cannot slack off, so you can send troops to attack him."

The King of Dongchuan could not stop him, and Mo Huba had already led a large number of cavalry to rush towards the Yan army formation in the distance, and had to lead the army to catch up.

Gongsun Xiu ordered the chariots to be set up and parked at the front of the team. The chariots were lined up in a row. Each team carried a hundred chariots, and eight teams were eight hundred, which seemed particularly novel on the huge plain battlefield.

Mo Huba was stunned, hurriedly stopped moving forward, and said suspiciously, "What is that?"

The King of Dongchuan couldn't understand it very well, and shook his head and said, "Maybe it's just a crossbow arrow equipped on the chariot."

Mo Huba felt relieved and said, "This kid likes to pretend to be a god and thinks it is something powerful."

Gongsun Xiu also saw the general appearance of the two people at this time and smiled and said, "The two of them looked like this? It's amazing."

Mo Huba laughed and said, "Gongsun Xiu, aren't you waiting for Gongsun Yuan to kill us? Are you willing to be the King of Yan? Why are you sending troops to rescue me again?"

Gongsun Xiu laughed and said, "You are a small country and a small population who offend my borders, robbed my subjects, and surrounded my father. These three crimes should be paid for a hundred deaths. Now I will give you a chance, and those who surrender will not be killed. Do you surrender or not surrender?"

Mo Huba laughed: "Want me to surrender? Dream about you. If I guess well, you have already become the King of Yan, right?"

Yang Zuo and Bei Yan were all furious. Gongsun Xiu's expression remained unchanged and said lightly: "My Gongsun family has been passed down from generation to generation. Since ancient times, the father passed down his son and his son passed down his grandson, and followed the principles of heaven and conformed to human ethics. Why should he be 'self-reliant'? Gu ascended the throne of King Yan, and his father was rightly obedient. Therefore, his father was worried about danger, so he passed it to Gu. This is the orthodox Da Yan. You and other barbarian countries cannot understand it."

Mo Huba thought that he was trying to abdicate his father, but he spoke loudly, and sneered: "Gongsun Xiu, Gongsun Xiu, you are determined to die, so there is no need to say that. The cavalry of the three armies obeyed the order: all charge!"

With this order, the cavalry teams composed of Xianbei and Goryeo countries each carried their guns and horses, and rushed straight towards the eight small teams of the Yan army.

Gongsun Xiu's face was calm, he turned around and walked towards the carriage, and said lightly: "Enter the range of the shooting range and shoot the Gu to death."

The Yan army began to twist the winch, and the three bows of the Potian were shattered tightly, and eight hundred crossbow arrows that were ready to be launched were ready.

One thousand steps.

Nine hundred steps.

Eight hundred steps.

Seven hundred steps.

The Yan army estimated that the enemy had entered the range of the range and immediately fired a bolt arrow. Almost instantly, the bolt arrow flew out like a locust crossing the border. Before the Xianbei army rushed forward could react, they were knocked out of the horse by heavy arrows.

With a "puff", when a fast Xianbei soldier was rushed straight through his body by a flash arrow, one of the people behind him was also knocked to the ground by a flash arrow, and he even penetrated two of them with one arrow.

Eight hundred heavy arrows were almost completely fired, either shooting soldiers or horses. In an instant, people were on the back and overturned, and countless Xianbei troops stepped on themselves.

Mo Hubaman planned that this cavalry charge was enough to scoundrel the opponent's formation, but he did not expect that the power of Potian was so great. The Xianbei cavalry launched a charge and was shot to death on the spot, and then trampled on each other and fell down 200 to 300 people.

But this was just a stop. Although nearly a thousand people fell, the remaining cavalry still rushed forward.

At this time, Potian's defects were revealed. The rate of fire was not fast. Every time, you had to twist the winch to draw the bow. It was not allowed to use it for the second time on the ever-changing battlefield.

The Xianbei army was about to rush to the scene, and the archers in the second row immediately pulled their bows and shot arrows, and made a saturation attack. The Xianbei army was blocked with shields in hand, which could not be defended, but horses. The horses were hit by arrows one after another and fell to the ground. Xianbei soldiers also rolled all over the ground. Before they could roll a few rounds, the charge cavalry behind them trampled randomly, and they were exhausted on the spot.

Mo Huba was shocked. He was arrogant and looked down upon Liaodong with his cavalry throughout his life, but was attacked by the Yan army. He couldn't help but be angry and angry: "Start up the attack! They have more infantry and fewer cavalry. As long as they don't give them the chance to fire powerful crossbows, we will win."

The Xianbei army charged like crazy and rushed forward with arrows to Potianyan. The spear was straight out and the Yan army who controlled Potianyan was shot to the ground. They were about to sabotage and pushed the Yan army to the ground. They pushed the guns to smash Potianyan. The Yan army fought desperately. The infantry formation of the rear army instantly moved forward. The central archers retreated to the end. The infantry raised their spears and stabbed the Xianbei army on the way.

The Xianbei army was stabbed to the ground by spears, and many Yan army infantry died under the spears of the Xianbei army.

Yang Zuo ordered the front army that was manipulated to retreat behind the infantry, and the archers bent their bows and set up arrows to continue firing. The three cooperated with the interaction between far and near.

For a moment, the seemingly fragile eight-team phalanx blocked the Xianbei army and complained.

Whenever the cavalry tried to scatter the Yan army's human walls, the Yan army infantry in the rear became the front army. The infantry squatted down and pointed the spear diagonally towards the sky at an angle of 45 degrees. The end of the spear was against the ground. Each infantry was also equipped with a barb support made of fine iron, which was first hammered into the soil two or three feet deep, and then put the spear in the snap on the upper end of the bracket. The soldiers pressed the end with their entire body, so that the spear was kept high and raised.

The Xianbei rode on the back of the horse, and the height of the people and horses was about 2.4 to 2.6 meters. In this way, once the Xianbei cavalry charges too hard, they will hit the tip of the spear and be stabbed to death under the spear. The cavalry's rapid charge is unimaginable. Only the sound of "Puchi" and "Puchi" could be heard. The cavalry, who could not stop the horse, hit the spear heavily and was penetrated on the spot. The cavalry rushing forward behind them was not clear, so it was too late to leave.

"Look back quickly, don't rush forward!"

The Yan army infantry was willing to press on the spear, each with broken shoulders and bleeding. Each spear, more than one meter long, was like a string of candied haws. Two Xianbei cavalry hung on each spear, with five hundred spears strung with nearly a thousand. Eight teams stabbed more than 8,000 enemy troops to death.

Mo Huba's face changed color and he looked at the King of Dongchuan, and he felt scared.

This battle was incredibly fast. It felt long and slow in words, but it was actually a charge battle of 700 steps away. This confrontation took only a short stick of incense, and the originally delayed war ended like a flash in the pan.

The charging cavalry almost had no time to stop it, and then hit the spear and passed through the spear.

Mo Huba looked at the mess all over the ground in a daze, and his heart fell into the bottom of the valley.

Gongsun Xiu was also shocked by the rapidity of this battle, and suddenly stood up and shouted: "The soldiers of the three armies obey orders and expel the captives!"
Chapter completed!