Frontier Army Warrior

Chapter 590: Thunder No. 3

Zong Huan was also scratching his head. These five thousand people, carrying a hundred fully loaded carts of grain, were heading south.

"Isn't this getting farther and farther away from their camp?"

Someone exclaimed, "Boss, have they discovered us?"

"Yeah, that makes sense. I'm afraid we've exposed our whereabouts."

"That's not right. If they knew there was an ambush, why didn't they retreat back to the county?"

"They should know that no matter how fast they run, they can never outrun the cavalry."

A group of generals were discussing the matter, but no one could figure out what the rebels were going to do.

Zong Huan waved his hand and said, "Let the cavalry continue to follow and investigate to see where they are going."

"Boss, what should we do?"

"Wait here. There are so many grain carts. How far can he run in a day?"

One general laughed and said, "That's right. Even if we let him go for two days, I guarantee we'll catch up in less than half a day."

After they waited there for an hour, the scouts came to report.

The rebel supply train began to move southeast.

Zong Huan suddenly realized, "They want to take a detour through the Jingdu Acropolis and then send the food back to the camp. What a plan."

He looked up to see everyone staring at him, then waved his hand.

"Get on your horses, chase them, and crush them."

Everyone responded loudly and ordered the soldiers to mount their horses and get ready.

For a moment, the war horses neighed and the sky was filled with dust.

Zong Huan shouted loudly: "If you can charge, charge! Don't let them get caught up with you."

The sound of horse hooves was deafening, and he could no longer hear the general's response.

A thousand cavalrymen turned around and rushed south.

The 5,000-strong rebel food team ahead had already walked for half a day and had widened the distance to seventy or eighty miles.

For such a distance, a galloping warhorse can catch up in just half an hour.

Zong Huan took the lead and rushed to the front of the team.

From a distance, one could see a row of carriages slowly moving forward, with soldiers beside the carriages nervously whipping the horses.

Zong Huan raised a hand and said, "Don't fight, just rush and run."

After shouting, swing your arms down forcefully.

The cavalry on both sides shouted and urged their horses to speed up and rush forward.

The dust raised by a thousand warhorses covered half the sky.

The rumbling sound of horse hooves shocked the rebels' eardrums.

The five thousand people and hundreds of carriages in front began to adjust their formation, placing the carriages across the front to form a small fortress.

All the soldiers were behind the carriages, drawing their bows and shooting arrows at the charging cavalry.

When the war horses were about to rush to the front of the carriage formation, the rebel soldiers lifted the oilcloth on the carriage and lifted the roadblock out from inside.

The entire carriage formed a roadblock nearly ten feet high, blocking the charge of the war horses.

War horses simply cannot jump over such roadblocks.

Zong Huan also rushed forward, and his heart sank when he saw the rebels making such a move.

"Oh my god, this is going to be bad. This is already prepared."

Seeing that the warhorse could not cross such an obstacle, Zong Huan hurriedly shouted loudly.

"Spread out to both sides, turn around, and go back."

His order spread, but countless war horses rushed over at high speed, making it difficult to turn around.

Seeing the rebels' carriages lined up in a row, both ends began to move forward.

This is an attempt to surround the Zhenxi Army's cavalry in the middle.

Zong Huan realized that he had been tricked by the rebels and quickly ordered the entire army to turn around and retreat.

Unexpectedly, before they could retreat, they heard shouts and screams coming from far behind them.

A few miles away, countless black-turbaned soldiers emerged from the horizon, with spears in hand and neat military formations.

They marched forward in rows and columns, holding shields.

Zong Huan frowned as he looked at the massive black scarf army, which numbered about 20,000 to 30,000 people.

"Where did these rebels come from?"

Someone beside him reminded him, "General, he may have been hiding in the county town for a long time."

"Fuck, this is a pit dug specifically for us."

"Stop nagging, everyone is here, follow me and charge west."

Zong Huan glanced around and felt that the west was relatively weak, so he immediately ordered the cavalry to charge westward.

Unfortunately, since the pit has been dug, how can there be any loopholes for them to exploit?

Before the thousand cavalry could charge out of the formation, countless black scarf soldiers suddenly emerged from the fields in the west.

They were carrying specially made horse barriers in their hands, which were made of thick logs with many sharp wooden thorns stuck in them.

If a warhorse charges forward, it will be stabbed in the belly.

Zong Huan was a little anxious. There was no need to look back now, as there were still roadblocks waiting for him behind.

"General, what should I do?"

The generals under him were also confused. It was the first time they encountered such a situation and they were at a loss as to what to do.

Zong Huan waved his hand and said, "Use the crossbows to clear the way, create a gap, and break through."

Following orders, a thousand cavalrymen adjusted their formation and began to rush towards a corner of the encirclement.

Feather arrows began to fall from the sky, and tens of thousands of rebels began to attack the Zhenxi Army cavalry from a distance.

The encirclement was shrinking slowly. Wherever the thousand cavalrymen in the middle rushed, countless soldiers would rush up and begin to strengthen the encirclement.

The cavalry leading the charge finally ran into the encirclement.

The cavalry behind him also rushed forward one after another.

The rebels had already begun to strengthen the siege, and facing the powerful charge of the war cavalry, countless black scarf soldiers rushed forward without caring about their lives.

The two sides got entangled with each other.

The Black Scarf Army was not afraid of being entangled, and countless Black Scarf soldiers began to rush up from all directions.

Zong Huan knew that this time he was entangled by the Black Turban Army.

The situation is quite bad.

More and more black scarf soldiers rushed into the entire encirclement. The thousand cavalrymen charged left and right but were unable to escape their entanglement.

A thousand Zhenxi cavalrymen immediately engaged in a fierce fight.

In the city of Kan County, Lindu Prefecture, Lin Feng was checking Xi Niang's catapult camp, which was a batch of heavenly thunders that had just been delivered today.

These are the latest 230 sky thunders produced, plus the previous 77, a total of 307.

The steel shell occasionally flashes a faint blue luster.

Xi Niang escorted it over personally. She stayed beside Lin Feng and explained the production process.

"General, this type of mine is designated as the Type 3 mine. It weighs half a pound less than the Type 2 mine. If launched from a light catapult, it could reach over a mile."

Lin Feng smiled and nodded: "Okay, well done."

"Oh, and the ship-mounted torpedo launcher that the general mentioned, the first one has been completed, but the test has not yet begun."

"Okay, there's no rush for the mine launcher. Just follow the progress of the warship production."

"General, what's the difference between the mine launcher you mentioned and the catapult?"

Xi Niang is still struggling with this problem.

They both use force to launch sky mines, but catapults can already launch sky mines more than a mile away, so why build launchers?

Lin Feng smiled and said, "They have different launching methods. Moreover, once this launcher is successfully manufactured, it should not be difficult to launch such a thunder four miles away."

"Four miles!?"

Xi Niang widened her eyes, unable to accept it for a moment.

"Well, maybe I should say less."

When Xi Niang heard this data, she immediately thought that she had to go back and supervise the production progress.

Four miles away, it’s so magical.