The north gate of Jingzhou City slowly opened.
Chen Wujiu led three thousand indignant warriors out in formation, with their backs to the north gate, forming a defensive circle.
"The turtle finally came out."
Yi Nan couldn't help but lick the corner of his lips.
He has been waiting for a long time.
Yi Nan waved his hand, and the guards around him immediately understood what he meant. They pushed over hundreds of civilians and executed them all in front of the three thousand people.
bring it on!
Tremble!
Go crazy!
Then, die!
Yinan's eyes were full of fighting spirit, and he led his 10,000 vanguards to meet the enemy.
"These beasts!"
Chen Wujiu gritted his teeth, but did not let his anger cloud his mind and he was fully alert.
The soldiers behind him were shouting and cursing, and their morale was unprecedentedly high.
Yi Nan was too lazy to waste time.
Ten thousand versus three thousand.
If you have hands, you can win!
There's no need to go around in circles.
He simply ordered the warriors under his command to blow the horn and use the most skilled tactics.
He led three thousand cavalrymen, galloped on horseback, and shouted, "Warriors of the Xiongnu! Follow me, the vanguard, and kill!"
The guards around him shouted, "Kill!"
Three thousand cavalry rushed out and directly crashed into Chen Wujiu's circular formation.
The other seven thousand men scattered to the left and right, preparing to surround and swallow up the three thousand men in one gulp.
The two groups of people collided in the wind and snow, and blood immediately dyed the vision red.
Chen Wujiu's men formed a circle, and at first glance, they were standing in a very scattered and messy manner, with many people separated.
It doesn't conform to the common sense of infantry versus cavalry and dense formations at all, and it seems like he is a complete layman.
But if you look closely, you can see that they are indeed small modular battle formations.
A motley bunch, all gathered together.
Some are arranged in groups of three, with one in front and two behind in a triangular shape.
Then the three groups formed a team, commanded by a soldier in the middle, and the three groups still had a T-shaped structure.
The two teams on both sides have one group in front and two groups in the back, while the team in the middle has two groups in front and one group in the back.
It looks like the Taiyi Zhenzong's Three Elements Nesting Doll Formation of Heaven, Earth and Man.
Across this line, there were some people standing in a mess in the formation, holding a bunch of messy weapons.
Some of them still seem to be monks without hair.
Yi Nan looked at the person in front of him and couldn't help but shout.
"mob!"
“Full of flaws!”
The ragtag army under Chen Wujiu was like a black reef in the sea of snow, cutting through the Huns' attacks like waves.
The Yi man, wearing armor, swung a wrought iron rod weighing over a hundred pounds and rode his horse towards a soldier.
The soldier flipped up the round shield on his arm, and with a dull "bang", the shield shattered.
A soldier in the middle of the team immediately rushed forward, striking with his long sword. Yi Nan clamped his legs together, leaped onto his mount, and used the momentum of his horse to meet the soldier's long sword.
With a "ding" sound, the long sword was knocked away by the iron rod. The soldier flipped his body, avoiding the force of the iron rod by a hair's breadth, and at the same time raised his foot to kick the horse's leg.
Yi Nan's combat effectiveness on the grassland is one of the best. He has fought with the Zhou army several times and believes that he is very familiar with the combat effectiveness of these soldiers.
He struck out with this stick, intending to kill his opponent on the spot, but he unexpectedly was dodged by the opponent, leaving him with enough energy to attack his own horse. He was shocked.
Two groups of soldiers attacked at the same time. Yi Nan could tell at a glance that these bandits attacked with strict discipline, and they seemed like the legendary heroes.
He wanted to establish his authority, so he roared, and the wrought iron rod instantly turned into a black light, first forcing the soldier away, then breaking two spears. With a "puff" sound, the end of the rod pierced through the collarbone of a Zhou soldier, knocking him away.
Yi Nan rode his horse forward, but saw that the enemy's formation had changed. Another group of soldiers took over from their injured companions and attacked with swords, their momentum no less than that of their previous opponents.
There was a sound of weapons clashing beside him, and then someone fell off his horse. It turned out to be a personal soldier beside Yi Nan who was killed by another group of enemy bandits.
Yi Nan swung his iron rod repeatedly, sweeping away the attacking weapons one by one, but he became more and more shocked in his heart.
This army is so strong!
Stronger than any Zhou army we have encountered before!
He and the three thousand men under his command seemed to have fallen into an impossible quagmire and were entangled tightly.
Even relying on brute force, he was unable to fight his way out.
Could it be that all those at the front of the circle are martial arts masters?
The more the fight went on, the more anxious Yi Nan became. He was dizzy from the chaotic situation and completely lost his sense of direction.
Before I knew it, my arms had become weak and I couldn't use any strength. Suddenly, my eyes opened up and there was a wide open space ahead!
But he saw a man holding two spears, riding a warhorse, breaking through the wind and snow, and rushing straight towards the position of his flag.
The two riders beside Yi Nan were naturally one step faster than him. They rushed forward and attacked from the left and right.
At the moment the two sides crossed each other, a Xiongnu rider stood up from his horse, held the knife in both hands, and slashed at Chen Wujiu's neck.
As the blade fell, his eyes suddenly blurred and Chen Wujiu, who was holding two spears, seemed to have disappeared out of thin air. Only a saddle was left in front of him.
In shock, the Hun rider had no time to change his tactics, and his sword swept across the empty saddle, hitting nothing in vain.
The blade swept past, and a spear flipped out like a venomous snake and suddenly pierced the Hun rider's armpit.
Blood splattered in the falling snow.
The other Xiongnu rider saw clearly that as soon as his companion drew his sword, Chen Wujiu displayed riding skills comparable to the best warrior on the grassland, and his body completely leaned to the other side of the mount.
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