Frontier Army Warrior

Chapter 497: The Elite of the King of Talismans

Shen Jun felt that the time had come, and immediately gave the order, with the cavalry in front and the infantry behind, and the entire army moved into action.

His army had advanced to a place more than fifty miles away from the river.

The infantry could reach the river in more than an hour by marching quickly.

According to his combat experience, the Zhenxi Army was just crossing the river and had not yet established a firm foothold, so a single charge of 20,000 troops could defeat them.

Twenty thousand against ten thousand, there's no way you can lose.

Moreover, with the Black Scarf Army launching a surprise attack from the side, they had a 90% chance of success.

Three thousand cavalry were in the front, led by Shen Jun himself, and seventeen thousand infantry followed closely behind.

Just when they were halfway through the fifty-mile journey and passed a gentle slope, the cavalry slowed down their horses and climbed halfway up the slope.

A soldier in front suddenly shouted.

"General, something's happening."

Shen Jun looked up and found a group of cavalry standing at the top of the gentle slope, quietly watching them rush up.

The distance between the two sides was only a little over a mile.

A soldier reported: "General, the Zhenxi Army is coming."

Shen Jun frowned: "They are..."

After a moment's thought, he immediately gave the order: "Charge, overwhelm them, kill!"

All the cavalry hurriedly urged their horses to speed up and rushed to the top of the slope.

During the charge, they held their weapons in their hands and shouted loudly to boost their morale.

Immediately, Wang Qian, who was at the top of the slope, looked at the Fu Wang rebels not far away with a strange look on his face.

"Are these the elite troops of the Fu King?"

The deputy general beside him said with a smile: "General, these should be the elite cavalry under King Fu's command."

Wang Qian shook his head: "With such momentum, how come I don't feel any pressure at all?"

He hadn't had the pleasure of being on the battlefield for a long time, so after crossing the river this time, he took the initiative.

Seeing the enemy charging, he could no longer hold back and waved his hand: "Crossbows ready, charge!"

Five thousand cavalrymen responded with a roar, and with a loud noise, they prepared their weapons.

Then Tima followed the cavalry in front and rushed towards the enemy troops at the bottom of the slope.

Their movement startled Shen Jun, who was rushing over.

Damn, why do I feel so uncomfortable?

Isn’t it said that the west side of the town is remote and full of country bumpkins?

This looks a bit heavy...

Before he could figure it out, the two sides were already approaching each other rapidly, and the distance between them was less than a hundred steps.

It was too late for Shen Jun to think about anything at this time. He gritted his teeth and shouted loudly.

"Charge! Kill one and I'll give you two taels of silver!"

The warriors around him all responded loudly, urged their horses hard, stretched out their spears, and prepared to collide.

Unexpectedly, when the two armies had just entered fifty steps, there was a sudden sound of bowstring tension from the cavalry of the Zhenxi Army.

Countless crossbow arrows came towards him as fast as locusts.

Both sides were moving so fast that there was no time to avoid.

In an instant, the rebel cavalry screamed and fell to the ground.

The war horses following behind were unable to avoid the collision at high speed and were tripped numerous times.

Before one round of crossbow arrows was over, the second round of crossbow arrows came again.

At a distance of only fifty steps, the Zhenxi Army fired three rounds of crossbow arrows, and countless cavalry were shot down.

The morale of King Fu's rebel army suddenly weakened to the extreme, and many cavalrymen rode their horses to avoid the front line.

Wang Qian was still at the front of the team, having long forgotten Lin Feng's repeated instructions and reprimands.

Holding a steel knife in each hand, he swung them like a wheel and suddenly crashed into the rebel cavalry.

The momentum coming down from the top of the slope was like a tiger descending a mountain. The rebels, whose momentum was already weakening, could not withstand such a fierce attack.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the three thousand cavalry were defeated.

Even the Tatar cavalry could not withstand the Zhenxi Army's cavalry. These cavalrymen were originally from the Dazongfu Army and had never seen such a ferocious formation.

Five thousand against three thousand, almost instantly, the rebels were overwhelmed by the cavalry of the Zhenxi Army.

Wang Qian broke through the rebel cavalry formation without slowing down at all. With an invincible momentum, he urged his horse to charge towards the rebel infantry team.

Shen Jun's 17,000 infantrymen were rushing forward panting.

Looking up suddenly, the cavalry of the Zhenxi Army were rushing over like a tide.

At the leader's shout, he pointed the spear in his hand diagonally forward, and the archers behind him began to draw their bows and shoot arrows.

Their reaction was quite quick, but it was still no faster than the Zhenxi Army's charge speed.

While large numbers of arrows were still flying in the air, the first echelon in front of the king had already rushed into the group of infantry.

He used his double swords to cut off the spears in front of him, letting his horse leap up and crash into the enemy group like a flying tiger.

When cavalry faces infantry, the spear formation in the front row can also slow down the enemy's speed.

It's basically a situation of being abused.

Countless infantrymen were knocked over and trampled by the war horses, and they were in a panic and didn't know where to run.

Even the fierce Tatars could not withstand such a charge, let alone these infantrymen.

Although there are many of them, they are like a group of lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

The soldiers in the inner circle crowded together, trying their best to avoid being trampled by the horses, while the soldiers in the outer circle had already begun to flee in all directions.

Five thousand Zhenxi war cavalry were chasing and killing everywhere.

The king, with his five hundred guards, was like a hunting dog frolicking in the fields, killing and hacking here and there. However, facing soldiers with such low combat effectiveness, he could not get any satisfaction at all.

In the first round of collision, Shen Jun was knocked off his horse by someone unknown.

He rolled twice on the ground and was trampled by countless war horses behind him.

Then came countless iron hooves, coming and going, and the body and head were no longer recognizable, becoming a pile of fragments.

The Zhenxi Army was unstoppable and killed 20,000 rebels, who were like flies that had been killed by a swarm of insects.

In the southwest of the battlefield, Lai Weisheng was calculating the time.

He had to wait until Shen Jun's troops and the Zhenxi Army reached a stalemate before rushing out and securing victory in one fell swoop.

I could hear shouts and screams in the distance.

He waited patiently for a quarter of an hour, then waved his hand.

"Everyone, follow me!"

Ten thousand troops emerged from their ambush and charged at a rapid pace.

Unexpectedly, they had just rushed out less than 500 steps when they heard a hissing sound in the air.

Some soldiers looked up at the sky and suddenly found that a large dark cloud-like object was flying towards them.

Countless soldiers opened their mouths and shouted: "Raise your shields, raise your shields, we have bows and arrows..."

Unfortunately, the arrows came too suddenly, and most soldiers had no time to defend themselves, so a large number of arrows fell into the crowd.

With a crackling sound, a large number of soldiers fell to the ground, screaming in pain.

Before the Black Scarf Army could react, the second batch of arrows arrived.

Lai Weisheng immediately realized that they had been ambushed by the Zhenxi Army.

He originally intended to ambush others, but unexpectedly he became their target.

After three rounds of arrows were shot, the roar of a large number of galloping war horses could be heard.

Lin Qiaomei, just like Wang Qian, personally led the team to charge forward, her little face under the armor flushed with excitement.

Lai Weisheng shouted at the top of his lungs and organized his soldiers to raise their spears to meet the enemy.

As a result, before the cavalry could reach them, they were once again met with a torrential rain of crossbow arrows.

Lai Weisheng had never fought such a frustrating battle.

Why is there such a big gap between what I thought?