Jing Dan didn't take this team seriously at all. Not to mention one thousand, even ten thousand, twenty thousand, and four thousand Youzhou cavalry dared to step on the formation directly. Isn't the 30,000 elite soldiers in Luoyang dispersed like this?

The Youzhou Tuqi has been stationed in border counties for many years, resisting the Hu people outside the frontier, so that they dare not go south to herd their horses, and the border counties are stable and supportive of their strength. Since following Liu Xiu, they have turned to Hebei, defeated Wang Lang's army dozens of times, swept across millions of bandits, and since crossing Henan and going south, they have even defeated the 200,000 troops in Luoyang who dared to leave the city, and their achievements are extremely impressive.

At this time, the Youzhou cavalry was victorious in every battle, and they were invincible in the world.

To them, a thousand enemy troops were just an ant on the road.

"Go forward, attack!" Jing Dan pulled out his sword and shouted: "Just use the blood of these weak people to dye the honorary crown of Youzhou Tuqi red!"

Four thousand war horses galloped together, making a rumbling sound that shook the sky and the earth. The smoke and dust rolled under the horse's hooves. The four thousand knights were like the gods of war flying down from the mortal world from the clouds and sky, with the momentum of destroying everything, as if declaring that all those who dared to stop would be stepped into powder.

But there is always a kind of person who does not believe in evil, does not fear, and dares to challenge enemies that seem impossible to defeat.

Just in front of the Youzhou Tuqi, there was a small team of people, all of which were infantry, with only a few hundred people, and absolutely no more than a thousand. Such a small team was steadily blocked in the road, not standing, but squatting or lying. Jing Dan couldn't see clearly because each of them held a large shield in his hand, erected it on the ground, covering his body tightly, revealing only the bun on his head and half of his cheeks.

A cavalryman shouted: "Damn, where did the turtle soldiers come from? Do you want to use the turtle shell to hurt my horse's hooves?"

One sentence made everyone laugh and diluted the originally solemn atmosphere a lot.

A general said, "General Jing, there will be no fraud here, right? Look at the sides behind them, will there be ambush?"

Behind hundreds of enemy troops, on both sides of the road, were slowly rising hillsides, full of shrubs and weeds more than one person tall, and it seemed that people could indeed be ambushed.

Jing Dan said: "The terrain here is not open. Even if there are ambushes, there will definitely not exceed two thousand people. What are you afraid of?"

Yes, at the time, at the city of Handan, the army of tens of thousands of Wang Lang was defeated by four thousand cavalry, let alone a few thousand people?

The general was very cautious and still advised: "It's better to be careful. If there is a crossbowman on the opposite side, our army will have nowhere to hide."

Jing Dan did not answer, but suddenly raised the spear in his hand and shouted: "Everyone charges! Those who are good at retreating will kill!" He clamped his horse's belly with his legs and rushed forward first.

With one round of orders, four thousand war horses accelerated together, and rushed forward like mountains and seas.

What's so scary about crossbowmen? The two armies are only two hundred steps apart, and the cavalry arrives in a flash. Even if there is a strong crossbow on the opposite side, they can only shoot a round of crossbow arrows, and then they can only bear the spear and horse hooves of the cavalry with their flesh and blood.

Break them down and stomp them down! This will surely be another victory for Youzhou Tuqi!

Thousands of war horses galloped, shaking the sky and the earth. The thunder soldiers had already picked up the spears in their hands, and the long spear blades flashed with dazzling light in the sun.

One hundred and fifty steps, one hundred and twenty steps, one hundred and eighty steps...

Jing Dan could already see the face of the enemy opposite, and his broad forehead was exposed on the big shield. If he rode his horse over, he would definitely stomp it to pieces.

When the enemy was only sixty or seventy steps away, the speed of the war horse had reached its extreme.

Suddenly, the turtle shell array formed of shields in front of him suddenly cracked open. All the enemies under the shield jumped up, raised their hands and threw out small cloth bags. The cloth bags hit the ground in front of the thunders like raindrops, and instantly broke, and a stream of smoke and dust rose.

The dust was fascinated by his eyes, and Jing Dan felt a blur before his eyes and could not see anything clearly. He tried hard to open his eyes, and only vague figures were seen in the smoke and dust.

Jing Dan heard a deafening noise, which was the sound of hundreds of people tying their necks, knocking on their shields, stomping their feet. The sound suddenly burst out, shocking everyone.

The horse under Jing Dan's crotch suddenly raised its front hooves high and neighed in shock. Jing Dan didn't sit firmly and almost fell off the horse.

Another sound came from his ears. The sound was so familiar that he immediately realized that it was a powerful crossbow! The sound of the powerful crossbow, the sharp sound of the crossbow arrows breaking through the air, mixed with screams, the rumbling and wailing of the war horse falling to the ground.

Jing Dan narrowed his eyes and raised his spear with his hands, but saw the robes beside him fall down one by one, like small trees blown by the wind, planting straight down from the horse.

The war horse was suddenly frightened and refused to move forward. It stepped on its hooves, shook its head and neck, and was spinning around in place.

The chaotic thunder soldiers became living targets and fell in large numbers under the continuous attack of powerful crossbows and bows.

Jing Dan felt something was wrong and tried to distinguish the direction. Suddenly, a figure flashed in front of his eyes, and a spear suddenly thrust. Jing Dan subconsciously flashed, and the tip of the spear brushed his neck and drew a blood mark on his neck.

Jing Dan was so scared that he was so scared that he didn't care about the direction, so he turned his horse and ran backwards.

He ran in panic, rushing left and right in the smoke and dust. Slowly the smoke dissipated, and Jing Dan found that there were only a dozen people left beside him.

Jing Dan and his group ran back and came to the riverside. The bridge they had just walked was in a mess, and the people were crowded there, wanting to squeeze onto the bridge and escape from the other side. Everyone ran away from their lives, and there was no order at all. Some abandoned their horses and walked, but were trampled on the ground by their companions' war horses and could no longer get up. Some were squeezed directly into the river, with their heads floating on the river surface for a while, slowly sinking to the bottom of the water.

Behind them, hundreds of studs were chasing them with spears and slashing sabers, and they rushed over quickly. When they met the backward cavalry, they stepped forward and stabbed them down with their spears, and their bodies were thrown off their horses, and were ruthlessly trampled by their horses hooves.

Seeing this, Jing Dan dared not stay there. Seeing that the bridge was blocked, he rode his horse and ran around the river bank, looking for a way out, but ran around but didn't see a bridge.

Jianhe is not straight here, but an arc is drawn. As Jing Dan ran, he suddenly found that not far away from him, more than a dozen soldiers holding spears in front of him were facing him far away.

He turned his horse's head back, but behind him, seven or eight soldiers ran up with sabers. The soldiers on both sides greeted each other and scattered them from both sides.

In a hurry, Jing Dan rode his horse down the Jianhe River, and his horse's hooves waded through the river water, and rushed towards the center of the river. Slowly, the water passed through the horse's belly, and Jing Dan's legs were soaked in the water.

But at this time, the war horse faced the whirlpool in the center of the river, but he refused to move forward any further. He just slapped the ground and neighed it long, allowing the master to beat it to no avail.

As the river tide moved, Jing Dan was gradually washed back to the river bank by one man and one horse. The horse seemed to be in a hurry to leave the river and struggled to turn around and get ashore.

Jing Dan saw a big black man standing there with a long sabre of horse-killing swords, looking at him from afar, as if admiring his predicament, waiting for him to turn back and fall into the trap.
Chapter completed!