The most powerful thing about the cavalry is his sprinting ability. He relies on rapid interweaving speed to disrupt the enemy's camp. However, once the cavalry is limited in speed, this advantage will disappear, which will become a drag, especially at night.

The trip mascot set by Jiang Lang ordered people to do this.

The cavalry in front was tripped. Although the cavalry behind stopped their horses and did not hit them, their torches guided Jiang Lang and others to the target. The first wave of arrow rain alone caused considerable damage to them. At the same time, they also planned their formation, so that the entire cavalry crowded together.

This is why Jiang Lang and others took the opportunity to kill them, which made these cavalry a little panicked. After all, they were ambushed, and not everyone could do it even if they were organized to fight back. Although the cavalry of Wasai was better than the Ming Dynasty, their military discipline was relatively lazy. It was precisely because of this that they were a little panicked in the face of the siege.

The weapons that the cavalry of Watshu are good at are scimitars, which are more suitable for cavalry than the weapons of the Ming cavalry. Moreover, they are now riding on horses, which is considered condescending. However, the weapons used by Jianglang, a thousand people, are all long spears. The advantage of length makes this gun enough to overcome this disadvantage, not to mention that they are now imposing.

Jiang Lang rushed to the front with a spear, and saw one by one, one by one, and stabbed it out without hesitation. The panicked soldiers even came and were stabbed by Jiang Lang without any rush. The feeling from his hand made Jiang Lang understand that he had already stabbed. Then he shouted, took the cavalry off his horse, then grabbed the reins, yelled and flew away on his horse, and roared: "Kill!"

"kill!"

A burst of angry shouts came from the mouths of the thousand people and resounded throughout the night sky.

Jiang Lang's roar also attracted the attention of the soldiers around him. More weapons of the soldiers of the thorns greeted him, but Jiang Lang was not afraid at all. The spear in his hand was like a dancing poisonous snake in his hand. Every time he showed his silver poisonous fangs, a ball of blood would splash on the enemy's chest, and the corresponding one was the enemy's unwilling scream.

Gradually, Jiang Lang had a large space left by his side, and many soldiers of the thorn began to avoid him. Now Jiang Lang, covered in blood, was like the god of death coming out of hell, and his cold spear was the sickle that harvested the enemy's life.

Like Jiang Lang, the other soldiers were showing themselves to the fullest. The battlefield was the stage for soldiers. They danced their own dance with the weapons in their hands.

The timid soldiers of the thorn began to retreat, and a trace of fear appeared in their hearts. The fear made them unwilling to fight with the soldiers in front of them, but slowly retreated.

However, before they had time to retreat, a shocking sound of killing sound sounded again behind them. That was the team of General Liao, who had solved the five hundred archers and then started attacking the Washu Cavalry from behind according to Jiang Lang's wishes.

The soldiers of the twig began to despair. The shouts of killing behind them clearly told them that they were surrounded, so countless people began to break through to the only exit, and the team that ran towards Jianglang, and they also set up many traps on the road at the beginning, but in a panic, they seemed to have forgotten this. Under the desire to survive, they rushed towards the other side. However, as it was dark, few people could see their feet clearly. So, as the horses were neighing, many people became victims of these traps.

And after they finally rushed through the trap, there was another rain of arrows to greet them.

General Liao also marched and fought for many years. Like Jianglang, he had long seen the terrain here that was beneficial to his side. He also understood that if the tile tile retreated, he could only take the fastest road. So after quickly disposing of the tile tile archers, he arranged two hundred people to guard the exit of the road from a high place. Anyway, the bows and arrows were everywhere on the ground, so there was no need to worry about preparing. Similarly, his arrangement also had full confidence in Jianglang.

Sure enough, as he expected, the cavalry of Watshu was quickly defeated and began to retreat in chaos. The route was the intersection, so these two hundred archers became a nightmare for Watshu. Although there were few people and the damage to Watshu's cavalry was limited, it was undoubtedly a worse problem for the current Watshu soldiers.

After a lot of casualties, the remaining soldiers of the Tissus were able to escape.

Jiang Lang and others did not pursue it. The pursuit at night was very unfavorable, and now it is still within the control of Washu. If you are not careful, you will be wiped out. Moreover, food is also a big problem now.

After putting away his spear, Jiang Lang jumped down. The battle just now did not cause any harm to him. Except for the blood in his body, it was all the blood of the enemy.

"Come!"

Jiang Lang shouted, and then Sun Yuanbiao immediately came to Jiang Lang's side and waited for Jiang Lang's orders.

"Immediately count the casualties, and at the same time, order the soldiers to get food immediately and then evacuate, and there is no need to clean the battlefield!"

Jiang Lang ordered in a deep voice, the entire battlefield was filled with the strong smell of blood, as if it was like hell, but Jiang Lang was not at all uncomfortable.

Sun Yuanbiao immediately received the order, and a team of thousands of people began to move towards the granary. General Liao also ordered people to start picking up grain. When Jiang Lang walked to the door of the granary, General Liao was waiting for him. Like Jiang Lang, he was covered in blood, but when his injury was wrapped in cloth, it seemed that his arm was injured.

Seeing General Liao like this, Jiang Lang immediately met him. He was about to speak, but he didn't expect that General Liao laughed, then patted Jiang Lang on the shoulder with his left hand, and raised a thumbs up with his right hand, and said with a smile: "Mr. Jun Ma, I am convinced of you. You are using your troops like a god and breathe a lot!"

Jiang Lang smiled slightly and said, "It's because the thorn man is too careless. How are you hurting?"

"You said this?"

General Liao moved his arm indifferently, and then said, "Don't care if you have a little injury!"

After saying that, he looked at Jiang Lang and sighed: "You are still very good. You are not injured in these thousands of troops. Yes, it's true that you are a general!"

General Liao's praise was so heartless. How could Jiang Lang not see it? He would not be disgusted in his heart. He smiled and said, "General Liao, you have been too rewarded, it's just a lucky person!"

"Don't say these polite words!"

General Liao immediately said, then looked at the soldiers who were busy moving grain, and said, "I talked with Tong Jin for a while yesterday. We knew each other before. He told you about your affairs during this period. Although it was a small battle, you were all invincible every time. And I can see that you are all good soldiers! If you don't have some skills, how can you train your soldiers like this?"

After saying that, General Liao couldn't help but sigh, with a trace of decline on his face, and said, "The great defeat of Xuanfu makes me and my soldiers hold their breath in their hearts. If I don't let this breath, I probably won't be this general, and they can't be a soldier. But if we meet you, we are defeated soldiers, and we have some hope!"

How could Jiang Lang not understand General Liao's thoughts? He patted General Liao on the shoulder and said, "Don't think so much now. Soldiers, even if they die on the battlefield, have to have no regrets. Success or failure is not important, but the important thing is whether death is valuable. I also know the matter of Xuanfu. You can't blame you, you can only blame the improper command from above. But don't worry, the culprit should have been punished now, which can be considered as avenging the brothers. What we have to do now is to drive the Watshu people back to their hometown."

"Can we do it?"

General Liao hesitated and asked, after all, the Wastu is now an army of hundreds of thousands, while he is only two thousand people.

"Can do it!"

Jiang Lang said confidently, "The Ming Dynasty actually had a lot of troops, but they were broken up. What we have to do now is to gather them together. No matter how many, even a hundred or a thousand, it won't take long before we will have enough troops to fight head-on with Wastu!"

The situation is now a bit like the anti-Japanese war. Guerrilla warfare can restrain the enemy, but to eliminate the enemy's main force still depends on the frontal troops. What Jiang Lang lacks the most now is soldiers!

General Liao nodded and said, "Yes, for us, what we lack now is soldiers!"

Jiang Lang smiled slightly and said, "If I had 20,000 soldiers, I would definitely fight to the twat. I would also let them see that our Ming soldiers are also men!"

"To the thorn?"

General Liao whispered this sentence, then said in a deep voice: "You said you want to hit Watshu?"

"good!"

Jiang Lang was not afraid at all and said, "The number of people in the grassland was originally small. Now, in order to attack the Ming Dynasty, it can be considered a huge flock. If we had 20,000 soldiers and directly attacked his imperial city, they would not be as strong as ours. I see how they resist us. At that time, they would be anxious!"

General Liao swept the declining look on his face, laughed, and said, "Good idea, but why do you have to wait for 20,000 people? Even if we are two thousand people, you can harass them so that they can't be at peace!"
Chapter completed!