Chapter 2050 There's no way out!
Chapter 2050 There's no way out!
Zhao Yu encountered almost no obstacles and took the lead. His silver spear knocked away the last weak barricade, and the white horse cavalry, like a red-hot dagger, fiercely pierced into Gao Xianzhi's defenses!
"Hold on! Spear formation! Formation!"
Gao Xianzhi, his eyes blazing with fury, brandished his long sword and personally rushed to the front line to command.
However, the disastrous consequences of the drastic reduction in troop strength are now fully exposed!
The originally tight defensive formation had a huge gap, and the Tang infantry left behind tried to form a battle line.
But under the high-speed charge and precise strikes of the White Horse Cavalry, the formation was instantly shattered!
Zhao Yu didn't bother with the Tang army at all. His goal was clear: to use the mobility of the cavalry to create greater chaos within the camp and strike straight at the heart of the enemy!
He led his cavalry, charging left and right through the Tang army camp, constantly dividing and scattering the Tang army squads that were trying to regroup, burning the grain and tents they encountered, and spreading panic like a plague!
Despite his desperate resistance, Gao Xianzhi personally led his troops in a bloody battle against Zhao Yu's forces, attempting to pull the dagger embedded in his body.
However, under the pressure of being outnumbered and attacked by cavalry, his defensive line was in grave danger, and he could only fight and retreat, barely managing to keep the line from collapsing completely.
On the watchtower, Li Jing looked at the smoke rising suddenly from Gao Xianzhi's left flank and the increasingly fierce shouts of battle, as well as the white cavalry rampaging through the camp, and his face turned deathly pale.
In the end, he still couldn't defend against Zhao Yu's fatal blow!
The decision to divide forces to reinforce the front line resulted in the breach of the left flank reserve defense line, and the entire battle situation is rapidly sliding into an abyss of no return!
Dawn completely dispelled the night, but the chaos and slaughter within the Tang army camp reached a new climax as the daylight shone.
The cavalry led by Zhao Yu was no longer the surprise attack force that had been skilled at striking and retreating the previous night; instead, it had transformed into a true torrent of destruction!
In order to seize the excellent opportunity created by Ran Ming on the front lines and to completely crush the last remaining forces of the Tang army, Zhao Yu went all out this time!
"All troops, charge! Target—the Tang army's central command tent! Crush them!"
Where Zhao Yu's silver spear pointed, a murderous aura filled the air.
With his command, not only the remnants of the White Horse Cavalry who had participated in the night raid, but also tens of thousands of other light and heavy cavalry who had been serving as strategic reserves and conserving their strength, a total of 60,000 iron cavalry, erupted like a volcano that had been suppressed for a long time!
The sound of horses' hooves converged into a thunderous roar that swept across the heavens and the earth. Countless cavalry banners fluttered wildly in the morning wind, and the cold glint of swords and spears was so dazzling that it was impossible to open one's eyes!
This massive cavalry force, with an indomitable will, surged into the left flank of the Tang army camp like a dam bursting.
This time, Zhao Yu no longer pursued secrecy and precision; what he wanted was absolute domination and a breakthrough that was utterly devastating!
Gao Xianzhi's defenses appeared so thin and fragile in the face of this unprecedented torrent of steel.
The infantry phalanx that remained behind attempted to form a defensive formation, but in the rush, before the formation could be fully deployed, they were violently rammed by the high-speed charging cavalry vanguard!
"boom--!"
People turn their backs!
Broken bones and torn tendons!
The Chu army's heavy cavalry were like a moving city wall. With the immense kinetic energy of their warhorses and their own weight, they directly knocked the Tang army's shield bearers in the front row away, along with their shields!
The light cavalry following closely behind were like nimble vipers, using sabers and spears to frantically reap the lives of the infantry whose formation had been broken up.
Arrows rained down from the cavalry ranks like locusts. Although not as dense as the volleys of arrows fired by infantry archers, they still inflicted continuous casualties on the chaotic Tang army during their high-speed maneuvers.
The Tang infantry's resistance appeared futile and tragic in the face of the absolute disparity in speed, strength, and equipment.
They often had barely raised their spears when they were beheaded by a swiftly passing cavalryman.
Or, if they manage to form a small spear formation, they will immediately be overwhelmed by a concentrated charge of several times their number of cavalry.
Gao Xianzhi stood on a slightly elevated earthen slope, directing his troops in a step-by-step resistance, fighting and retreating. His face was ashen, and his lips were bleeding from being bitten so hard.
He watched as his infantrymen fell in droves under the charge of the cavalry, and his defensive line was torn to shreds. He was filled with a sense of powerlessness and boundless rage.
If this continues, before the frontal defenses completely collapse, his position will be completely crushed by Zhao Yu's cavalry!
"This can't go on like this!"
A resolute glint flashed in Gao Xianzhi's eyes: "Infantry can't stop their cavalry; only cavalry against cavalry can!"
He turned sharply and roared at the messenger beside him, "Send the order! All cavalry, mount your horses! Prepare for battle!"
"General! Our cavalry..." The lieutenant's expression changed, and he tried to dissuade him.
The Tang army's left wing cavalry was already far outnumbered by the Chu army, and their equipment and training were also inferior. Releasing them at this time would be tantamount to throwing an egg against a rock.
"Excuting an order!"
Gao Xianzhi interrupted sharply: "There is no other choice! Are we just going to watch our infantry be slaughtered and Zhao Yu charge straight into the commander's tent? Only by fighting to the death can we perhaps buy some time!"
The order was passed on quickly.
Soon, about 20,000 Tang cavalrymen mounted their horses. Most of them were wearing leather armor or simple iron armor and carrying sabers or spears.
Although not as dazzling as the Chu army's white horse cavalry, their faces still carried the fierce spirit of fighting to the death.
This was Gao Xianzhi's last core mobile force, and also the Tang Dynasty's cavalry reserves in this area.
"Sons and heroines of the Tang Dynasty!"
Gao Xianzhi, mounted on his horse, spoke in a hoarse yet tragic voice: "The Chu traitors are rampant! They have trampled our camp and killed my comrades! Behind us lies the central command tent; there is no way to retreat! Follow me—to kill the enemy and serve our country!"
"kill--!"
The 20,000 Tang cavalrymen roared, their numbers and morale far inferior to the 60,000 iron cavalrymen on the other side, but their actions carried a desperate, do-or-die spirit.
Under Gao Xianzhi's personal leadership, they were like moths drawn to a flame, resolutely facing the surging tide of death, a mixture of white and black!
"Boom--!"
Two massive cavalry forces clashed head-on in a relatively open area on the left flank of the Tang army camp, without any fancy maneuvering!
At this moment, it was as if the heavens and earth had fallen silent!
Immediately following was a terrifying sound, like the opening of purgatory!
The metallic clang of weapons clashing wildly, the mournful neighing of dying warhorses, the desperate screams of riders falling from their horses, and the hysterical roars and howls of soldiers on both sides.
All these sounds blended together to form a death symphony powerful enough to make even ghosts and gods weep!
Hooves clashed, swords flashed!
The battle has entered an even more exciting phase!
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