130,000 cavalrymen were crisscrossing on the boundless grassland.
The arrows in the sky were like locusts, raining down on the cavalrymen. People kept falling off their horses, losing their lives.
The Tribal Alliance's strategy was undoubtedly correct. They attacked from the left, middle, and right. With the troops ambushing behind the enemy, it was a two-versus-one battle. It was normal for them to wipe out the enemy. Unfortunately, they had encountered Yu Fuluo's elite troops, and they did not differentiate between the main and secondary. Each group had 20,000 people, giving Yu Fuluo the opportunity to break through one by one.
There was no other way. The alliance army was also not united. There was no way to unify their opinions. No one wanted their own tribes to suffer losses. They all wanted their troops to follow the main group. Only in this way could they reduce the degree of casualties.
In the end, they could only arrange for each team to have 20,000 people. Although it was a little unreasonable, it was fortunate that there were more people and books than the other party, so they did not care about this small problem.
Yu Fuluo had been on the battlefield for many years, and he had long trained a team of twenty thousand elite soldiers. For this expedition, he had specially selected thirty thousand young adults who were skilled in archery and riding. Therefore, although the number of opponents was twice his, he was still very confident.
The 40,000 troops in the middle lane quickly collided with each other, like a flood of ferocious beasts, instantly blooming into a blood-red flower. In the dark crowd, it was particularly bright.
The soldiers at the front of the two troops had already drawn their scimitars, while the soldiers at the back continued to rain arrows at the joint of the two troops, not caring at all about whether they would accidentally injure their comrades. On the battlefield, one must have the awareness of death. This was a motto that every Xiongnu kept in mind. To them, death was just a little early to serve their ancestors.
Every time the scimitar was swung, it would bring about a spray of blood. The knights did not care about the wounds on their bodies. As long as they could still breathe, they would charge through the enemy's ranks with 120% concentration, trying their best to disrupt the enemy's charge.
The battle in the middle path was unusually fierce. At first, there were only a dozen people colliding with each other. Then, hundreds of people collided with each other. Blood dyed their eyes red and aroused the bestial nature in their bodies. They clenched their scimitars even tighter and attacked even more fiercely. They completely forgot that the other party was their own kind.
Following that, the troops on the left and right also joined the fire. However, Yu Fuluo's request for the flanks was to stall the enemy and prevent them from surrounding the middle. This would create an opportunity for the main force in the middle to break through the front line and attack the enemy's rear. At that time, Liu Bao would take the opportunity to attack and the battle would end.
The 20,000 players on the flanks faithfully completed Yu Fuluo's strategic intentions. They drew a large semicircle on both sides and cut to the rear of the enemy formation. Then, they split into ten teams of 1,000 people and surrounded the enemy. They did not face the enemy head-on, but constantly harassed the enemy to prevent them from surrounding the middle.
Liu Bao was extremely excited. He led his 5,000 men far away from the battlefield and quietly moved towards the enemy's rear. He knew that his father wanted him to make a great contribution. It would be best if he could capture a few leaders. Then, he would definitely be able to sit firmly on the throne of the Chief.
He carefully commanded his men to avoid the enemy scouts and hide behind a small hill. He himself lay prone on the mountaintop, quietly waiting for the moment Huhuquan broke through the enemy's defense line in the middle lane.
However, he did not know that Zhang Xiu was also quietly waiting for them to attack ten miles behind him. The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. This was something that military strategists had always been wary of. Unfortunately, Liu Bao, who had always lived under his father's wings, had completely forgotten this fable.
Just as Huchu Quan's army was gradually penetrating the enemy's middle path, the rear of the alliance army let out a resounding horn. Following that, a horn sounded behind Yu Fuluo in response. Twenty thousand men immediately charged out and charged towards Yu Fuluo's rear formation.
Yu Fuluo did not expect that the enemy would send 20,000 elite soldiers to launch a sneak attack, completely giving up on a direct confrontation. Originally, he had planned to leave only five thousand people to defend the enemies behind. He would lead the remaining 5,000 people to follow Huchu Quan's breakthrough and kill his way down. He would help him pin down the enemies in the middle path and give him time to clean up the enemy's main formation.
Unfortunately, he had underestimated the enemy's intelligence, which completely disrupted his plan. Helplessly, he could only call for a messenger and have them pass on the message to the two ten thousand cavalry commanders on the flanks, telling them to think of a way to delay the enemy in the middle. They absolutely could not collapse at this time. Huhuquan had already broken through the enemy's middle.
Yu Fuluo led his men and followed Qu Bei to attack the enemies behind him. The enemies were clearly not easy to deal with. They split into four groups and surrounded the two men. Especially on Yu Fuluo's side, the soldiers were very clear about his value, so they charged at him fiercely. With every step forward, more than ten people from both sides fell.
After an hour of battle, the 40,000 people in the middle path had been reduced to 25,000. Although Huchu Quan led elite troops, the other party was not weak. Although he did not lose as many as the enemy, he still lost more than 5,000 men. Huhuquan himself was also riddled with wounds. His left arm had been stabbed twice and his thigh had been slashed. Fortunately, his guards were loyal. Otherwise, he would have suffered two slashes on his back. He was too famous. The alliance army had already put a bounty on his head. As long as he was killed, they would immediately reward him with 1,000 slaves. Therefore, as long as they saw his enemies, they would basically rush towards him. Just now, if it wasn't for a personal guard who sacrificed himself to block two blades for him, he would have already become a soul.
The 20,000 people behind the enemy were obviously elites, and they had already formed a defensive formation. Even their arrows were on the bowstrings. Huhuquan's troops were cavalry who charged into battle, so they wore more leather armor than ordinary cavalry. However, they only brought one pot of bows and arrows, which was only twenty-four, unlike other cavalry who brought three pots. He had basically used up all his bows and arrows, and had just fought a big battle, but the enemy was still calm and ready for battle.
This was simply using his own weakness to attack the enemy's strength! However, they had to attack. They were already here, and victory was right in front of them. Huhuquan gritted his teeth and pulled out a small round shield from the side of his horse. He put it on his arm and shouted to the soldiers behind him,"Children, victory is right in front of us.”
The soldiers slapped their horses again to speed up.
Although the enemies in the middle had suffered heavy losses and only half of their forces were left, they knew that they could not let the enemies charge into the rear, or they would really lose. Seeing that the enemy's troops were already approaching the middle road, Commander Wan quickly sent out 5,000 men to block them while he led the rest of his men to chase after Huchu Quan.
The ambush strategy on the flanks was very successful, forcing the enemy into a dilemma. However, as time passed, the enemy also recovered. They were also divided into 1,000 teams and chased after them. They were also in a difficult situation, but they still had to pin down the middle path, so they could only approach the middle path and prepare to join forces to resist the enemy head-on. Fortunately, their archery skills were superb, and they had already killed nearly ten thousand enemies. Although their side had also been surrounded by five thousand-man teams, they had still achieved brilliant results, and they had also completed their strategic goal very well.
Huhuquan used the round shield in his left hand to protect his head while waving the spear in his hand to block the arrows. Seeing that they were less than half a mile away, he heaved a sigh of relief. Within a hundred meters of the enemy's firing range, nearly a thousand of his soldiers had fallen. What a terrifying number. Seeing that the enemy had also begun to charge, he did not know if he could end the battle this time. It seemed that he could only place his hopes on Liu Bao. This hateful Yu Fuluo had made his son do all the work to gain face.
At this moment, there were thousands of people chasing after them. Huchu Quan sighed and sent out a few thousand men to stop the pursuers, leaving only ten thousand men to charge at the enemy.
Liu Bao saw the enemy charging at the city and knew that his chance had come. With a whistle, he waved his broadsword and rushed towards the hill where the tribal leaders were. As long as he captured them alive, the battle would end.
Sure enough, the leaders panicked, but they quickly calmed down. They called for nearly a thousand personal guards to charge at Liu Bao, and quickly called back the five thousand soldiers to surround Liu Bao.
The battle had reached a stalemate. Now, it was all about perseverance and luck. Yu Fuluo and Qu Bei were experienced generals. Although they were outnumbered, they were still tied. However, this was not the result he wanted. The middle lane was also entangled with the enemy, and Huchu Quan and Liu Bao were also entangled by the cavalry that was not needed. If this continued, he could only watch as the soldiers were slowly worn down and knew that he had failed.
He couldn't let this continue. The enemy had gathered nearly 40,000 men in the middle lane, but he only had 15,000 men. This was a huge difference. There was also the front line. He did not expect Liu Bao, who he had high hopes for, to be in a stalemate. Should they retreat just like that? He was really unwilling to give up. This was an opportunity he had waited for more than ten years. He did not want to give up so easily.
Yu Fuluo left behind his deputy general to lead three thousand men to resist the enemy's attack. He himself led five hundred personal soldiers and galloped on horseback, ready to bypass the battlefield in the middle and rush straight to where the leaders were. He did not believe that they still had troops left behind that had not joined the battle.
Lu Bu watched from afar as Yu Fuluo's flag rushed down the mountain and hid. The small group of cavalrymen also avoided the middle of the battlefield and quietly attacked the enemy's formation. He knew that it was almost time for him to appear. As long as one side collapsed and the other side relaxed, his army could rush out and clean up the mess.
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