Few people can remain indifferent to the overwhelming number of enemies.
Don’t say this is a battlefield. Even if you go to a scenic spot during the National Day holiday, you will feel your scalp tingling when you get off the car and see that there is no space for another head.
So at this time, it would be perfectly normal for someone to break through the thin line of heavy armored infantry.
Because small groups of stick-wielding men seized the gaps in the formation and successfully crossed the heavy armored infantry's defense line and poured into the army formation in the rear, the situation on the battlefield became increasingly chaotic.
It wasn't that the Yibangmen weren't afraid of death, or that they were determined to be loyal to the Chen Dynasty. Rather, they found the heavy armored infantry lines difficult to charge into. Furthermore, the knee-high piles of corpses on the ground were a real hindrance to their charge.
Therefore, anyone who still has some sense knows to rush into the gaps in the formation.
Although, if you rush in, the chance of survival is almost zero.
It’s not that the stick-wielding man didn’t think about surrendering on the battlefield, but at that time, the Qinghe side really couldn’t spare the time to accept the surrender, not to mention that the surrendered soldiers needed to be screened and detained, so the front-line officers didn’t even ask for instructions from the rear, they just rolled their eyes and ignored the stick-wielding man who was kneeling on the ground to surrender.
At most, he would not give the order to shoot.
If they could dodge Qinghe's rain of arrows, avoid the crowds rushing up from behind and not be trampled to death, and not be discovered by Chen Dynasty's own supervisory team, then it would not be a bad idea to allow them to surrender after the battle.
After all, everyone likes lucky people.
But if someone could break through the heavy infantry and then run all the way through the defense line of light infantry and crossbowmen, that would be performing a miracle in front of a group of non-believers.
Very good, a miracle happened.
Probably completely trapped in the dual control of fear and fanaticism, a short man wearing tattered clothes with half of his buttocks exposed, waving a sharpened wooden stick, crossed the multiple lines of defense as if assisted by God and headed straight for Cheng Guorong's command post.
Lin Hai, who was reminded, pushed Cheng Guorong away and looked carefully. He saw that the man was covered in blood of unknown origin. He was screaming something in a completely hoarse voice, waving his teeth and claws, and rushing forward with a crazy look.
Of course, considering that this man is less than four feet tall and his most powerful weapon is not the wooden stick in his hand but the magic attack brought by his crazy howling, no one would think that this man is a master hidden among the stickmen. Instead, they would feel a little bit that he is lucky.
Without Lin Hai's orders, without Cheng Guorong saying anything, and even before Shi Zhen'er could take the steel egg out of her arms, two royal guards rode up and attacked the man from the left and right.
The miracle did not happen a second time.
In order to prevent the one in a million possibility that this person is a hidden master, two royal guards, one of whom rode a fast horse past him from his right side. Originally, they wanted to test his skills, but found that he had no reaction at all.
It's not the calmness of a master, but rather the complete lack of any response. This ignorance and fearlessness caused by lack of effective training is consistent with everyone's basic understanding of a stick man.
So another royal guard simply held the straight knife across the side of the horse as he ran past the man on the left side. With the help of the speed, the sharp straight knife successfully cut off the man's head and half of his shoulder.
The royal guard turned around holding the man's arm, pulled down his mask in front of Lin Hai, and without saying a word, bowed and presented the almost quarter-person to him.
Lin Hai glanced down and was stunned for a moment, but he stopped talking and just waved his hand, letting the royal guard handle it on his own.
"Principal, how about I ask the people in front to not let go too much, to avoid..."
An enemy soldier actually rushed in front of the king of a country. No matter how you look at it, it was all the fault of him, the leading general.
Fortunately, they were in Qinghe, and the leader was either Lin Hai's sworn brother or his student. If he were in Liang or Chen, Cheng Guorong would probably have committed suicide by now.
"No problem."
Lin Hai sighed.
"It's not a big deal. It's just a little girl in her teens, wearing a dirty red hairband..."
Cheng Guorong was also stunned, but he didn't say anything in the end. He picked up the telescope again and looked at the battlefield.
Although the king and his ministers on Lin Hai's side looked at each other in silence, Chen Yu had a lot to say.
"Your Highness, the report from the front is that the Qinghe defense line has been breached, and the heavy armored infantry has been unable to stop our army. It seems that elite soldiers have already rushed to the front of the false emperor Lin Hai."
Zhou Shangwen said respectfully that it was very important for him to report good news after the army had been fighting at a disadvantage for so long.
"Your Highness, this is an opportunity."
Chen Yu put down the telescope, nodded, and said:
"This is truly a good opportunity. In war, victory is achieved through numbers. Our Great Chen Dynasty possesses boundless manpower, far surpassing the mere three provinces of Qinghe. It's ridiculous that Lin Hai relied on scheming and subterfuge to win two battles and then underestimated us. Now it's finally time to make him pay."
Seeing the prince in such a good mood, everyone around him knelt down to congratulate him and offered their well-prepared flattery. For a time, the Chen Dynasty camp was flooded with flattery. It was a pity that flattery could not kill people, otherwise the Chen Dynasty would have unified the country long ago.
Chen Yu squinted his eyes and listened with great interest for a while. Finally, he found that some people had started to repeat themselves. He knew that the flatterers around him had run out of words, so he waved his hand to suppress the voices of the crowd.
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