Frontier Army Warrior

Chapter 415: The Evil Ghost Emerging from the Underground

Feng Ling and Wu Zhu sat together in the military tent, carefully discussing how to fight the enemy tomorrow.

Although today's battle did not allow them to break through the city wall, it gave them hope.

Both sides suffered losses and the battle was very fierce. If we intensify the offensive tomorrow, it should not be too difficult to capture the city walls.

Facing the thousands of Qingshui troops behind him.

Although the Qingshui Army was powerful, it only had 2,000 cavalry and could not pose much threat to his 30,000-strong army.

Feng Ling sighed: "We must concentrate all our efforts tomorrow to capture the city, otherwise, the Qingshui Army will increase in number, and after tomorrow, we will have no chance."

Wu Zhutong nodded repeatedly: "Brother, if we can't take the city tomorrow, we won't even have a chance to retreat."

"Tomorrow you will take 8,000 men and stop the 2,000 Qingshui troops coming to support us. I will use all the rest of my troops to attack. If we don't capture the city..."

There is no need to say anything else, both of them know the result.

Wu Zhutong thought for a moment and said, "Brother, three ladders have been destroyed in today's battle. There are only eleven left. Is that enough?"

Feng Ling gritted his teeth and said, "It will be enough even if it's not enough. Tomorrow my personal soldiers will lead the charge. Anyone who dares to slack off will be killed without mercy."

"Okay, that's it. We'll see you in the city tomorrow."

The two looked at each other and saw the determination in each other's eyes.

However, neither of them realized that the Qingshui Army that had just arrived would take action in the dark night.

This is not an action that ordinary people can understand.

The end of ugly times.

Hu Jincai had already brought two thousand elite cavalrymen, with cotton cloth wrapped on their horses' hooves and bamboo sticks stuffed in their mouths. They quietly walked twenty miles and arrived not far from the Black Turban Army camp.

Because it was a temporary camp, the Black Scarf Army's goal was to capture the provincial capital.

Therefore, their camps were scattered, with only outposts set up on the periphery and no defensive fortifications.

Hu Jincai followed Lin Feng's previous tactics and sent his men to eliminate the Black Scarf Army's sentries. The entire 2,000-strong cavalry slowly approached.

Until it was about three hundred steps away from the Black Turban Army camp.

Hu Jincai waited for all the cavalry to catch up and follow the previous deployment.

Two thousand elite cavalrymen were divided into two groups, one hundred steps apart.

Without saying anything, Hu Jincai climbed onto the horse, raised one arm, and waited quietly for a moment.

All the cavalry mounted their horses in turn, from near to far.

Hu Jincai calculated the time and estimated that most cavalrymen would be ready.

He waved his hand fiercely and urged his horse to charge out.

As soon as he moved, the cavalry behind him also rushed forward.

In the darkness, a surging undercurrent moved forward silently, pushing forward like a wave.

Countless war horses galloped, but did not make much noise.

However, the shaking of the ground woke up the black-turbaned soldiers at the edge of the camp.

They only had time to howl at the top of their lungs.

"Enemy attack..."

Then it was submerged in a dark tide.

The black scarf soldiers, who had been busy all day, were suddenly awakened by various screams while they were sleeping soundly.

Scrambled to grab weapons.

Some two people grabbed a spear at the same time and fought with each other. In the critical situation, no one was willing to let go.

Hu Jincai rushed to the front of the team, and the cavalry behind him split into two wings, forming an arrow cluster and rushing into the Black Turban Army camp.

Faced with countless war cavalry, the Black Scarf Army's infantry were simply unable to resist such a high-intensity attack.

Those who had no time to dodge were rushed through by the war horses like paper-made objects.

The soldiers who fell among the horses were instantly trampled into pulp.

The Black Turban Army had never fought a night battle and failed to respond correctly to such an emergency.

Even the officers were at a loss as to what to do.

The entire camp was in chaos and disorder, with soldiers running for their lives, unable to form an effective defense, let alone a counterattack.

Hu Jincai felt that the speed of the cavalry's charge was almost unchanged, and there was no pressure at all in front.

This is a world of difference from a night raid on the Tartar camp.

Feng Ling and Wu Zhutong were also awakened by the screams, and rushed out of the military tent with their swords in hand.

All I could see were soldiers running around in panic, and the screams in the distance were gradually approaching.

"Everyone, arrayed, spearmen, archers, where are the people? Where have they gone?"

Feng Ling roared and tried hard to organize an effective defense team.

Wu Zhutong also did the same thing as him, looking for small leaders in the chaotic army and organizing the team.

The two-man guard was fairly well-trained, and the guard captain responded quickly, organizing a guard of several hundred men.

He brought the war horses over and asked the two leaders to mount them.

Each of them had a guard of thousands. Although they could not be fully organized, their guards combined still had more than a thousand cavalry.

They had just climbed onto their horses when the elite cavalry of the Qingshui Army, charging forward, had already rushed to their front.

Feng Ling shouted, "Follow me and defeat them!"

After shouting, Tima accelerated.

But just as his horse was about to kick the ground hard and speed forward, the enemy's horse had already rushed up before him.

In panic, Feng Ling raised the long knife in his hand and chopped at the opponent.

Then the two riders passed each other.

The war horses following behind followed one after another.

Fortunately, Feng Ling's martial arts skills were good. In the chaos, he chopped left and blocked right with his long sword, like a small tree in the wind, swaying back and forth due to the impact.

The guards and cavalry behind him were instantly scattered.

Feng Ling fought hard, but within a dozen breaths, everything returned to calm.

The wave rushed over.

Feng Ling took a few breaths and turned his head to look around.

It was discovered that there were less than a hundred people still able to sit on horseback.

"Fuck, has the Qingshui Army gone crazy?"

He yelled and cursed.

Wu Zhutong, who was not far away, also shouted loudly.

"Fuck, they are just a bunch of lunatics!"

Hu Jincai led the charging cavalry and quickly rushed from one end of the Black Turban Army camp to the other.

All the cavalry followed him in a semicircle in front, then urged their horses on again and rushed back.

This style of fighting is very dangerous. If the Black Scarf Army's combat effectiveness was not so poor, they would probably be stopped by tens of thousands of enemy troops and stuck in a quagmire, unable to extricate themselves.

Feng Ling began to order the preachers in the army to take the lead in chanting spells.

All the soldiers spread out from the center circle, and began to recite spells silently, raising their swords and moving forward, regardless of life or death.

However, this fighting method is very effective at dawn.

The black scarf soldiers were fearless and rushed towards the enemy target desperately.

But in such a dark night, not only were the targets vague, but they also looked like groups of galloping war horses.

It was an irresistible force. The darkness made the soldiers feel afraid, and the horses were charging forward, making it impossible for the soldiers' bodies to resist.

They were unable to harm the cavalry on their war horses, and although they rushed forward, they were torn to pieces by countless horses.

The army was defeated.

Hu Jincai led the cavalry and quickly rushed back and forth in the Black Turban Army camp.

This time he did not look back, but led the cavalry and disappeared into the dark night.

Feng Ling and Wu Zhu stared blankly at the dark night ahead, unable to understand the Qingshui Army's fighting style for a moment.

It was such a dark night with no stars or moon. How could they accurately find their camp?

Suddenly rushed in silently.

It was like a group of evil spirits emerging from the ground, taking the lives of countless soldiers and then disappearing from the earth.

After a while, Feng Ling gave the order for all soldiers to line up and tidy up the battlefield.

Send out more cavalry to roam around.

After dawn, the inventory was taken.

In this battle, more than 1,600 soldiers were killed and more than 3,000 were injured.