At the head of Chang'an City, looking at the Hun wolf riding no longer before the spirit and appearance, the corners of Liu Xie's mouth couldn't help but smile, his prediction was really right, after a long-distance run, a short period of trimming not only can not recover physical strength, physical condition will also fall, just like long-distance running, keep running, even if the physical strength is not good, as long as you grit your teeth and insist, you can still maintain the state of running, but once you rest for a while and then run, your legs are like being filled with lead, even if you barely run, it is difficult to delay for a long time, not only people, but also horses, At this moment, it's okay to let these Hun wolves charge and fight a tailwind battle, but if you want to fight a tough battle, it is tantamount to a fool's dream.
It's not that he is unwilling, but his body doesn't listen to the call, and he can't get hard if he wants to The state of the Hun army was not only noticed by Liu Xie, but on the city wall, a group of ministers who came with Liu Xie were also overjoyed, and Zhong Xuan, who had never spoken, smiled: "The art of war is cloudy, one is vigorous, and then it declines, and then it is exhausted, Your Majesty is really clever." ” Liu Xie nodded noncommittally when he heard this, and this explanation could also make sense, and he waved his hand and said, "Raise the drum" The two guards quickly lifted the war drums on the city wall in front of Liu Xie, Liu Xie stretched out his hands, held the two drumsticks in his hands, poured his arms into his arms, and slammed them on the war drums that were a few points taller than others.
"Knock" The dull drum sound sounded on the city wall with a stirring force, and the sound wave spread far away, and at the same time, Liu Xie was angry and shouted loudly to the soldiers under the city with his greatest strength: "Although I can't fight side by side with all the soldiers, I cheer for the soldiers with the sound of drums, and I don't hesitate to fight, and the drums don't stop."
Although the voice is still immature, the heroic spirit is the three armies.
Under the city, Fang Sheng raised the spear in his hand and shouted: "Victory" "Roar" The momentum of the officers and men of the three armies was completely ignited with the rumbling drums.
"Forward" The spear was drawn down, and Fang Sheng shouted sharply.
On the opposite side, the scimitar in the hand of the general of Qubei slashed fiercely, letting out a wolf howl, and the Hun wolf rider let out a howl at the same time, instigated the war horse, and began to press towards the Han army array.
Liu Xie beat the drumsticks while observing the changes in the battle array, the Han army battle array, with thousands of people, 20,000 troops, forming twenty phalanxes, under the command of Fang Sheng, began to advance without disorder, from the city, the Han army formation is like a rock, and the Hungarian wolf ride is like a huge wave swept towards the Han army array.
"Arrows" watched the other party's cavalry sweep like a stormy wave, Fang Sheng calmly gave orders one by one, and the twenty thousand people phalanx began to slowly change formations, and from the city tower, it was clearly a huge horse rejection array.
Such a formation, if it is a thousand people, Liu Xie can easily put it out, but if tens of thousands of people want to dispatch such a formation, it is not a simple matter.
Sure enough, the profession of commander is not something that everyone can do.
The drumstick, which was longer than his arm, hit the war drum again and again, and even his body, which had been strengthened by continuous training, still felt a little strained at the moment.
The elite of the Hun wolf cavalry had already rushed into the range of the horse rejection array, and with Fang Sheng's order, the archers in the back row began to pour out clusters of arrows, and the black pressure arrow array looked at the city wall, as if a dark cloud suddenly rose and pressed down towards the formation of the Huns.
In the fierce muffled sound, a large number of Hun wolf riders fell, and were then whistling into minced meat, and the Huns' counterattack also began, but if you observe carefully, the range of the Huns' arrow clusters is much shorter, and the arrows of the Han archers can easily fall in the Huns' military array, but the Huns' arrow clusters cannot reach the archers of the Han army, and some of them fall weakly in front of the Han phalanx, except for the sporadic unlucky ghosts, most of the attacks are almost blocked by the shield.
"Roar" The roaring Hun warriors slammed into the horse rejection array that had been placed, and the spears penetrated the corpse of the Hun wolf rider, and quickly converged into a piece of death forest, but the Hun wolf rider crossed the corpse of his companion with superb riding skills, and the war horse crashed into the phalanx of the Han army with a huge impact force, and many soldiers were caught off guard and were directly hit by the raging war horse and flew up.
The battle between the two sides entered a white-hot state in an instant, and after a short long-range attack temptation, the two sides quickly entered into a hand-to-hand encounter, with a terrible scream accompanied by an excited roar, and only a tragic battle remained between heaven and earth.
"Kill" Liu Xie's arms had begun to be sore, but at the moment he was in a particularly excited mood, he had already seen that the combat effectiveness of the Huns was declining rapidly, the war was stalemate from the beginning, and the balance of victory was rapidly tilting towards the Han army.
"Killing" Liu Xie can see it, Fang Sheng can naturally see the momentum, while commanding the soldiers to continue to push forward in an orderly manner, at the same time, the cavalry cruising on both sides began to cut off the back road of the Huns, and at the same time divided into four phalanxes from the two wings to the middle to press, further squeezing the Huns' activity space and limiting the cavalry's ability to maneuver.
"Woohoo" Rows of cold arrows swept up from the ground, like the sickle of death in the back of the Hun wolf riding brought a poignant blood flower, and a piece of the Hun wolf rode unwillingly fell in a pool of blood.
"Roar" Go to humble himself and go all out to sweep away the three or five Han soldiers who were blocking in front of him, and the tingling sensation in his arms made him grin in pain, and an indescribable sense of powerlessness came to his heart.
Looking around, Qubei suddenly realized that before he knew it, there were fewer and fewer guards around him, and the Han army had formed a situation of encirclement, and began to divide the remaining army again and again.
"Retreat and retreat" At this moment, Qubei finally panicked, when did the combat effectiveness of the Hun wolf cavalry become so unbearable, looking at the Han army whose morale was getting stronger and stronger, how dare to fight again, and hurriedly turned the horse's head, wanting to break through.
"I want to go now, don't you think it's too late" Fang Sheng rode his horse around the periphery, watching Qubei start to command the Hun wolf cavalry to withdraw, he couldn't help but sneer, his legs clamped the horse's belly, and began to rush towards the battlefield, and the surrounding Han troops saw this, and hurriedly made way for a passage.
In the middle of the battlefield, Qubei was about to take people away, and suddenly saw that the Han army in front of him was automatically separated like a wave, and when he was in doubt, he saw that the main general of the Han army had already come out of the crowd, and a spear in his hand was stabbed in the air.
If it were on weekdays, he would definitely have a battle with this Han general, so that these Han people could see their bravery, but at this moment, he was weak, the previous fierce battle had consumed all his strength, as long as he moved at this moment, it would be uncomfortable, where was there still a little fighting spirit, but at this moment Fang Sheng had already killed, there was no way to avoid it, so he could only smash the wolf tooth lance in his hand towards Fang Sheng.
Fang Sheng leaned back slightly on the horse's back, letting go of the opponent's wolf tooth lance, and at the same time the spear in his hand leaned forward, stabbing him in the chest, and with just one shot, he stabbed the right virtuous king of the Huns off the horse.
S: I recently consulted some information about the casualty ratio in the era of cold weapons, and I can't put it in my testimonials, so I'll put it here Under normal circumstances, once the casualty rate of ordinary armies in the era of cold weapons exceeds 30, they will be completely scrapped, and they will completely lose their combat ability, rather than a collapse of morale and no fighting spirit. , which is almost the limit of what they can afford.
The reason is not only the training and command of the army, the most important thing is the composition of the army, because of logistical needs, the proportion of soldiers in an army who can really face the enemy will not exceed 13, and the remaining 23 are not so much soldiers as coolies, there is no combat effectiveness at all, and the officers will not let these people stand in front against the enemy A battle loss rate of 30 is equivalent to sacrificing all soldiers who can fight This ratio is still relatively small, if you are engaged in an expedition, then the ratio of soldiers to coolies is likely to be as high as 1 to 10, and even 1 to 20 Theoretically, these coolies are also soldiers Under normal circumstances, the so-called 10,000 army, the actual number is only 5,000, the 5,000 people have at most 2,000 combat soldiers, which is still a short march or garrison configuration, the remaining 3,000 are no training and almost no weapons and equipment auxiliaries, these auxiliaries can only do hard work, such as building camps, pulling grain trucks, helping soldiers carry equipment, chopping wood and cooking, etc.
On the battlefield, they can only be used to strengthen the momentum, as well as to pursue the fleeing enemy, and it is not possible to confront the enemy head-on Now you understand how the exaggerated military power of hundreds of thousands and millions recorded in history came about In the army of the cold weapon era, the gap between professional and non-professional is not so big, as long as the funds are sufficient, the strong men who are temporarily captured can also be trained into professional soldiers in a short period of time, because the daily training of professional soldiers in those times is not too much, and it is not very difficult to catch up with intensive training Of course, the army is short in time, and the ability to resist pressure is fundamentally poor, but it will not be too exaggerated, unless the equipment is too poor.
The existence of armies with casualties over 70 and still insisting on fighting, although rare but well documented, is not possible without messing up the formation, because an army has at least 23 non-combatants and coolies called soldiers, and it is still a little possible for them to fight to the death, but it is impossible to expect them to be able to maintain the formation, because they simply can't t1706231537: