Chapter 723

"No! This time, throw the rest of the army into the fight.

Since these Tang soldiers are seeking death, then we'll see them off.

I hope this time, using the galloping-archery tactic, we'll shoot the Tang soldiers into hedgehogs!"

The so-called galloping-archery tactic is a type of mounted archery.

What it emphasizes is not only shooting arrows while the warhorse is galloping, but also the need to fire more and denser arrows in a short time.

To form an endless rain of arrows, leaving the enemy unable to move, and even dying in the arrow rain!

This tactic, if it meets an enemy fully prepared, would mostly be hard to work.

But this Tang army is raiding our own camp.

What matters is timeliness.

Dragging out time is actually unfavorable to them!

529 I feel my words have already touched your soul!

"Huh? Throw in the thousand-man squads too? What about the central army's main camp?"

The Guard Commander could not help but be stunned; he never expected always steady and reliable Borhu to suddenly give such an order.

"Right now, within a hundred li, it's all empty cities. Let alone enemy troops, there aren't even a few commoners of the Great Tang.

The last possible Tang force that could appear behind us is currently being besieged up north!

So what security problem could the main camp have at this time?"

To others, Borhu naturally would not explain.

But this Guard Commander is his brother-in-law.

Even if not for the monk's face, one must consider the Buddha's face.

With no outsiders present right now, it was the perfect chance to coach his own brother-in-law on military strategy.

"Good! I understand now!"

Only then did the Guard Commander suddenly realize—the Grand General truly sees the whole picture!

He then immediately went down, having several guards go deliver the order.

Borhu's order quickly reached the chiliarchs of the remaining thousand-man squads.

They had long been seething with rage; if not for guarding the central army, they would have charged out long ago.

With the order given, these chiliarchs immediately directed their troops to attack.

In an instant, Borhu's central army main camp opened, and countless soldiers poured out.

This time, the Yuan army deployed its last six thousand-man squads.

The tremendous sound was almost as if the ground beneath their feet had a heartbeat.

"Haha… very good, the enemy should all be out now! Brothers, welcome our finest battle!"

The Great Tang general watched the Yuan army sweep in like a dark, oppressive cloud, and was not alarmed in the slightest.

"Yes!"

Even though the Great Tang soldiers were now weary and wounded, not a single one retreated.

They had long been prepared to die here when they came out.

"Alright! Sikong Yuchi, this is all I can do. I hope you succeed!"

The Great Tang general, that is, Captain Chen, thought this over in his heart for a moment, then methodically directed the Great Tang soldiers to make one last stand.

That's right!

Leading these Great Tang soldiers in their desperate charge was not Sikong Yuchi Zhen, the one originally planned.

It was Captain Chen, who was supposed to remain at Yanmen Pass commanding the defense.

Only because he knew that charging openly into the Yuan army's central camp was almost a pipe dream.

Even though the Yuan army's camp was now much weaker than before, it was still impossible!

Therefore, after learning of Sikong Yuchi Zhen's resolve, he volunteered to draw attention away for Sikong Yuchi Zhen.

Now, under his command, the Great Tang soldiers had crushed two thousand-man squads.

They had also drawn the attention of six thousand Yuan troops, as well as countless Yuan scouts on the plains.

Next, a small squad of riders quietly snuck near the Yuan army's camp, and naturally went undiscovered.

The galloping-archery tactic, now wielded by the six thousand Yuan troops, sent a sky-darkening rain of arrows pouring down on Captain Chen's small force.

Though under Captain Chen's orders, these Great Tang soldiers still covered themselves with round shields.

But each wave of Yuan arrows was densely packed.

After one wave, without the slightest gap, a second wave would immediately follow.

Two thousand Yuan troops had pinned Captain Chen's men so they couldn't even lift their heads—let alone six thousand.

From time to time, Great Tang soldiers silently died in this seemingly never-ending rain of arrows.

"Sikong Yuchi, you must succeed…"

Watching the round shields beside him fall one by one, Captain Chen's heart bled.

On the other side, beneath the great banner, seeing the Tang soldiers like turtles too afraid to move, the Guard Commander was overjoyed,

"Haha! Brother-in-law, look, look—these damn Tang Ren are now being shot into not daring to say a single word.

That feels great!"

"How many times have I told you—on the battlefield, you can't call me brother-in-law, only General!"

Borhu glared at him with furrowed brows, and only after seeing him react did he say,

"There's nothing to be proud of here either. Six thousand troops against a few hundred men, and we still need the galloping-archery tactic.

If word gets out, it'll be quite shameful…"

"You know shame too, huh!"

At that moment, a voice rang out leisurely.

"Who…"

A sudden premonition of danger surged in Borhu's heart.

He was extremely familiar with every voice of the personal guards by his side.

But this voice was unfamiliar, yet carried a trace of familiarity.

Clearly he knew this person, but had rarely seen them.

Then this person was certainly not one of his personal guards.

Instinctively, Borhu drew his curved saber himself and turned around toward the sound.

His captain of the personal guards, along with a group of personal guards, at this time also flustered and panicked as they encircled him at the center.

"Are you Sikong Yuchi Zhen?"

At this moment, atop the great banner, stood a figure whom Borhu had often seen from afar these past few days, so he asked uncertainly.

"Yes!"

Sikong Yuchi Zhen looked at these personal guards, not flustered in the slightest.

Confirming it was Sikong Yuchi Zhen, the group of personal guards all cried out in astonishment — they had witnessed it themselves.

On the previous battlefield, this Sikong Yuchi Zhen, with a single Dragon-Rising Mace, had made even the Demon Grandmaster and Wu Zun retreat three steps.

Now that this man had charged right before their eyes, could their own people stop him?

"Why don't you strike and kill me directly?"

Borhu, however, was not flustered at all — merely a little curious.

Clearly, he had just been focused on the progress of the battle, and including his personal guards, no one had noticed Sikong Yuchi Zhen's arrival.

He could have had the time to calmly launch an attack and kill him.

With the might of the Dragon-Rising Mace, no one could have arrived in time to save him.

Why didn't he make good use of this chance?

"Because I am a soldier, not an assassin!"

Sikong Yuchi Zhen proudly raised his head, looking at Borhu with an expression of contempt,

"You attacked a Garrison Commander-defended city with a hundred thousand men — you already held every advantage.

Yet after seven days, you still could not take it — and that is not all.

This time Captain Chen led a team out of the city to fight back.

Yet again and again, you ordered your men to shoot from horseback at long range.