Frontier Army Warrior

Chapter 137 The General Becomes a Commoner

Eleven carriages entered the passage at the bottom of the gentle slope one after another.

It was completely dark, and the roar of horse hooves behind Lin Feng was approaching to within two miles.

Everyone was extremely nervous and tried their best to push the carriage.

As it was getting dark, the Tartar cavalry began to slow down, but they could also vaguely see some moving figures ahead.

The sounds of people shouting and horses neighing could be heard behind everyone.

When the Tartars were about a hundred steps away, they began to shoot arrows.

Some of the arrows hit the back of Lin Feng's horse.

Many soldiers were extremely panicked and turned to look at Lin Feng who was at the end of the carriage.

A steady figure, the warhorse slowly stepped forward.

This scene made many soldiers feel more at ease.

Lin Feng also wanted to ride his horse fast, but he knew that he couldn't act rashly and had to keep the situation under control.

He gritted his teeth and put the round shield on his back, praying silently in his heart, God bless me.

When the last carriage was halfway into the passage, the Tatar cavalry also caught up with it.

"Abandon the carriage and pass at full speed."

Lin Feng shouted loudly and urged his horse to charge forward.

Less than twenty steps away from him, the Tartar's warhorse had already rushed towards him.

Lin Feng turned around and fired the crossbow with a clang.

The Tartars, along with their horses, fell to the ground on the weeds.

Lin Feng urged his horse to run back while shouting loudly.

"Let them all enter the passage, and remember to listen carefully to the signal."

The Tatar cavalry followed Lin Feng into the passage, and the knights on horseback waved their weapons and shouted something loudly.

It was only a horse's length away from hitting Lin Feng's horse's butt.

In the darkness, countless Tartar cavalry rushed into the passage.

The soldiers lying in ambush on both sides of the gentle slope lay in the earthen pits, not daring to look up.

Until I heard the sharp sound of a bamboo whistle in the distance.

Some soldiers pulled the rope hard, while others extended their crossbows out of the pit and shot at a group of dark figures at the bottom of the slope.

There was chaos with people shouting and horses neighing.

The Tartar's horse was tripped and the knight fell into the air.

The Tatars who were not tripped were pierced by crossbows shot from both sides, and plunged into the chaotic land with soldiers and horses wailing.

The four or five hundred soldiers ambushed on both sides of the slope shot all their crossbow arrows in one breath.

If there are no crossbows, just shoot with bows and arrows.

Without identifying the target, he just shot at the dark figure at the bottom of the slope.

After thousands of crossbow arrows, almost no Tatar in the passage below the slope could get up.

The overturned men and horses were covered with feather arrows and crossbow bolts.

At a distance of thirty or forty steps, the power of the crossbow was very great, and the arrow shaft, which was nearly a foot long, almost penetrated halfway into the flesh.

Lin Feng finally escaped from the pursuit of the Tartars.

The Tartar behind him was tripped by the lasso and almost tripped Lin Feng's horse's hind legs.

The Tartar who was knocked over by the warhorse fell to the side of Lin Feng's warhorse.

The Tartar tried to struggle to get up, but Lin Feng raised his hand and shot him through the head with a crossbow.

He lay on the ground without making a sound and did not move.

The Tatar cavalry who followed were tripped by the overturned horses and bodies in front of them, and were thrown to the ground one after another.

Finally, some of the Tatars realized that the situation was not right, stopped their horses, and looked at the darkness ahead in confusion.

He shouted and asked what happened.

Some of the surviving Tartars also shouted that they had been ambushed.

The soldiers ambushing on both sides had reloaded their bows and crossbows and started the second round of shooting.

The scene was in chaos and no one dared to relax.

The Tatars following at the end of the team heard the sound of bowstrings in front of them and quickly reined in their horses and retreated.

The carriage in front also pushed forward in the dark, and only stopped when it was more than a mile away from the battlefield.

Wei Zhen was so tired that he felt like his whole body was falling apart. He slumped beside the carriage, gasping for breath.

Several guards brought him some water to drink.

"how is the situation?"

"General, I can't see clearly. It's too messy."

"What kind of a fight is this? It's killing me."

The cavalry general became a laborer pushing a cart. This was so new that Wei Zhen's personal guards were unable to adapt to it for a while.

On the slope at the ambush point, the soldiers stayed quietly in the pit after shooting with their bows and crossbows.

They had no more arrows in their hands, so they fired two rounds with all their might.

The Tartars who fell in the passage and were not shot to death did not dare to make a sound.

Afraid of attracting crossbow shooting.

There were nearly a hundred Tatar cavalrymen staying outside the ambush point, and they did not dare to get close.

Both sides are waiting, not knowing what to do next.

Lin Feng also got off his horse and groped for a place to sit down.

Fan Jinsong and Xie Chong stood on his left and right.

"General, what should we do next?"

"I don't know. I can't see anything clearly. I'm at my wit's end."

Lin Feng tried hard to stare forward, but unfortunately he could see nothing.

The two bodyguards were also dumbfounded. The battle was in complete chaos.

"Are there any Tartars left alive?"

Lin Feng asked in a low voice.

The two shook their heads at the same time. How would they know about this?

"Where are Wei Bao's Rangers? Let them come over."

Xie Zhong quickly bent down and moved towards a place to see if there were other soldiers nearby.

Lin Feng shouted in a low voice: "Be careful, don't let your own people shoot you."

In such darkness, everyone is like a frightened bird. If they dare to make any noise, they will be attacked.

The deadlock continues.

The Tatar cavalry standing in the distance finally came to their senses.

An armored Tartar gave orders to the people around him.

"Go, return to the camp and call for reinforcements. There are probably thousands of soldiers and horses here."

He was just guessing and talking nonsense.

The Tatar cavalry took the order, turned their horses around and started running backwards.

When he ran, the sound of his horse's hooves was very clear, making both sides nervous.

Lin Feng also heard the sound of horse hooves, which gradually faded away.

"The Tartars are going back to call for help. We can't continue this stalemate."

"What should I do?"

Fan Jinsong became nervous.

"Where's the signal man? Go get him to signal for a full retreat."

Fan Jinsong also took the order and left.

Lin Feng stood up, led his warhorse, and slowly retreated.

We were unfamiliar with the terrain, and the chaos just now had made everyone lose their sense of direction.

Lin Feng was also helpless. The ambush was originally going well, but Wei Zhen made it into a mess.

If we don't retreat now, we won't be able to escape when the Tatar army arrives.

Fortunately, after waiting for nearly two quarters of an hour, the sound of the bamboo whistle finally rang out.

After hearing the sound, the soldiers hiding in the pit began to retreat in the direction of the whistle.

The remaining ten carriages were pushed by the soldiers again and moved forward silently.

The Tatar cavalry, hearing the noise, also followed far behind, urging their horses to slow down.

The two hostile parties, one walking forward silently and the other following silently, walked until the sky gradually brightened.

The large group of people finally arrived at the second ambush site.

Lin Feng ordered the ten carriages to continue moving forward slowly, and asked Wei Zhen's one hundred soldiers to escort the carriages, while the other nearly eight hundred soldiers rested on the spot.

He needs to adjust his strategy.

In the battle last night the loss of men was small, but the loss of arrows was great.

Facing the incoming large group of Tartars, we can no longer use bows and crossbows to meet the enemy.

Improve attack to defense.

Lin Feng called over several generals and Wei Zhen.

After fighting and traveling all night, everyone was exhausted.

"Everyone, I'm afraid a large Tartar army will be arriving soon, so I'll cut to the chase."

Because there were nearly a hundred Tatar cavalry following behind them, although everyone was tired, they were still nervous.

Staring at Lin Feng.

"This is a plain, not suitable for an ambush. Let's set up our formation and meet the enemy head-on."

"Each unit will be divided into teams of thirty, arranged at an angle, approximately fifty steps apart, forming a honeycomb sword formation."

Lin Feng drew pictures on the ground as he spoke, trying to get everyone to see them carefully.

"Do you understand everything? If you have no problem, let's start."