Turbulent Times Chapter 1327: one-sided

Although Wei Dao'er yelled loudly and tried his best to let the formation speed up and sprint, to be honest, compared with the ordinary cavalry in the Sui army in this era, it was not bad, and even looked more fierce. But the problem is that compared with the formation and orderliness of the whirlwind battalion cavalry now, it is obviously far worse.

The nearly 10,000 cavalry of the rebel army were more widely spaced, and their strength was not evenly distributed. There was a cavalry team in each of the left, middle and right formations. After they started to accelerate and gallop, they were obviously scattered.

Luo Shixin's eyes were like lightning, he saw the level of the rebel formation in his eyes, and his fighting spirit was overwhelming. Today, he wanted to let Wei Dao'er understand what a real elite soldier is, and his blood was surging. Luo Shixin roared: "Four speeds!"

Another marching horn was sounded, the flag bearer turned Luo Shixin's flag in a circle and leaned forward, the nine captains gave a loud order, and the pennant guns leaned forward again. Nearly 10,000 cavalrymen in the Whirlwind Battalion heard the sound of the horn, and at the same time they beat their horses to speed up. The sound of rumbling horseshoes was like thunder rushing from far to near in the sky.

No one dared to stand in front of the harassed rebel rangers, and fled to the sides one after another, aiming at the wings with bows and arrows. No effect.

After facing each other, the distance between the two sides is only the last hundred steps in a blink of an eye, and it only takes a few breaths.

"Charge!" Luo Shixin yelled against the strong wind, and the trumpeter blew his horn loud and clear. Luo Shixin and the nine captains under his command leveled their black flag guns.

"Kill!"

The cavalry of the Whirlwind Battalion shouted collectively according to the usual training, and the spears erected in the first row were leveled, followed by the spears in the second row.

Following Wei Daoer's loud orders, the rebel army also issued horns and howled loudly, but it was a mess. They also leveled their spears and raised their swords. Both sides began the final stage of the charge.

Above the watchtower of the camp, Wang Junlin stared at the battlefield intently. He saw that the distance was full of galloping horses, and the soil and grass clippings brought up by tens of thousands of horseshoes were flying everywhere. All of the above can be felt.

After quietly dispatching the messengers, Pei Shiju and Cui Qingping each found a place to watch the scene, their mouths were wide open and their eyes were open for a moment,

Hold your breath and wait for the moment of collision. The dense formation left no way for both sides to retreat, and there was no room for dodging. Killing and being killed were only at the moment when the horses intersected. At this time, personal combat skills and riding skills were useless. Army discipline is best reflected in cavalry warfare.

The oncoming rebels began to panic. Under the threat of dense spears in front of them, some horses ran diagonally to the side regardless of the rider's control, but diagonally, the Cyclone Battalion army was also rushing to ride. The formation became disorganized, but at this distance, none of the cavalry on the hedge could retreat.

Under the rapid running, the formation of the Cyclone Battalion cavalry finally inevitably began to curve, but the short distance was not enough to affect the integrity of the formation.

Fifty paces apart, the horse's speed rose to the fastest, and the two sides approached at a speed of about twenty meters per second. It wasn't Wei Dao'er he wanted to see the most, but another rebel. This rebel had a fierce face and a big sword in his hand. He was a general under Wei Dao'er's command. He was finally a little flustered at this time. Because he has to face at least two spear attacks.

There are still people in the front row of the rebels trying to shoot arrows. A wave of light arrows from a cavalry bow swished towards them. More than a hundred cavalrymen of the Whirlwind Battalion were hit. Because of the good armor defense, only a few fell off their horses. , a short distance away.

"Kill!" The cavalry formation of the Whirlwind Battalion let out the last roar of exhaustion at the same time.

Boom!

Two torrents of horses collided head-on, countless broken gun shafts and fragments of blades flew, the sound of breaking and the collision of men and horses continued, the sound of gun blades rubbing against armor made people's teeth sore, horses that couldn't avoid it collided with each other Bones shattered, some horses were knocked flying, and some fell to the ground with their riders, rolling desperately on the ground.

At the last moment, Luo Shixin's mount disobediently turned slightly to the left, but he didn't let his spear deviate too much. He kept staring at the oncoming rebel, lowered his figure, They staggered past the roaring hooves of both sides.

The next moment, he felt a huge impact from his hand, the tiger's mouth numb slightly, and the gun body instantly

Flying away from his hand, the rebel screamed, his figure turned backwards, and then flashed before his eyes, submerged in the cavalry waves. Luo Shixin casually replaced it with his usual horse lance.

To be honest, as far as Luo Shixin's character is concerned, he doesn't like this kind of charge that relies more on teamwork, but he likes to use force to fight heartily with people.

Only had time for this thought to flash through my mind, and with a glance from the corner of my eye, there was an empty space beside him. A flag bearer had been knocked to nowhere. The mace flew past his eyes with a whir, Luo Shixin sneered, and easily dodged, the rebel naturally had no chance of a second attack, Luo Shixin slapped the rebel away, and it was too late to see the rebel The fate of the rebels, because after finishing these things, the horse had already led him to run for more than 20 steps, and there was no enemy in sight.

The dense formation of the cavalry of the Whirlwind Battalion had an advantage. More than 800 rebels in the front row were shot down in the first round of confrontation, and more than 600 people were shot down. Before they could catch their breath, the second row of cavalry on the side of the Whirlwind Battalion charged towards their faces with a dense cavalry wall, and the sharp spear points were like death spears under the acceleration of the horses.

Most of this group of rebels had their weapons broken, or were unable to retract them in time, and they were almost powerless to fight back, and the dense and straight array on the opposite side gave them no room to avoid sideways.

Another round of confrontation, the rebel cavalry suffered heavy losses again. After the second row of whirlwind battalion cavalry passed through, the rebel formation was in chaos. But in the blink of an eye, the follow-up cavalry of the rebels still had no chance and time to adjust their direction, and they were slowing down one after another. The third round of saber cavalry from the Whirlwind Battalion rushed up again.

They still maintained their neat formation, roaring forward with thick-backed sabers in their hands. Dancing limbs and a rain of blood.

Even if there were piles of rebels in front of them, they could only bump into them head-on. Hundreds of rebel cavalry were lifted high by the powerful inertia and smashed into the rebels behind.