Siheyuan: I decide the fate of the world with my medical skills

“Boom! Boom! Boom!”

Following the exciting drumbeats, the vanguard and left-wing troops acted according to the signal and advanced forward quickly.

When the two legions were eighty steps away from the Qiang tribe, a dog-shaped totem was raised from the rear, which was the command flag to initiate the combat attack.

In this battle, Li Xin adopted a similar strategy of bullying the poor. He carried all the more powerful "recurve crossbows", which led to several archers stepping out from the center of the team, holding the crossbows steadily, using the sight ruler on them to position themselves, and patiently waiting for the opportunity to attack.

"Beep!"

The sharp sound of the whistle pierced the silence, and the archer took aim at his target and pulled the bowstring hard.

The Qiang warriors in the front row instinctively raised their shields, making continuous collision sounds.

The wooden shields were covered with light animal hides that were easily pierced, so they fell to the ground one after another like rice fields being cut, and cries of pain were heard one after another.

As a crossbow bullet flew out, the Qin army archer used both hands to replenish the energy of the crossbow, and the action of stringing the arrow was swift and powerful.

However, this powerful ability has obvious disadvantages when used: it is slow and consumes a lot of physical energy.

Unfortunately, the production capacity was limited at the time. If possible, Han Xin originally planned to add a gear device to these recurve crossbows to slightly increase the firing efficiency.

However, for the Central Plains at that time, whether facing the Qiang people or the later Xiongnu, the lack of such a device did not reduce its powerful role as a weapon of terror.

“Beep! Beep!”

The copper whistle blew again.

The archers repeated their previous preparations - aiming, pulling the trigger, and completely ignoring the opponent's defeat like a wave, and only focused on repeating their own stringing action.

At the beginning of the war, according to Li Xin's order, each archer carried fifteen crossbow arrows, and their mission was to fire all the crossbow arrows before the Qiang people launched a large-scale charge.

Finally, the seemingly endless crossbow fire from the Qin army completely terrified the Qiang people, and a series of mournful ox-horn flute sounds rang out from the position of the Qiang tribal leader.

Then, the Qiang people raised the long sticks and hammers in their hands and began to charge forward regardless of their lives.

Since ancient times, the Xianling Qiang tribe has regarded heroic death in battle as an honor, and death from illness is considered misfortune.

In later generations, even their descendants would hang a fox tail on the head of the cowardly escapees, so that those cowards would die in shame on the spot and lose all face.

Seeing that the Qiang people's actions were developing as expected, Li Xin smiled and nodded.

In the command tower above the camp, flags commanding sword and shield soldiers were raised one after another, followed by the flags commanding halberd soldiers.

After the army responded to the order, frequent and exciting drum beats sounded, and the infantry holding swords and shields advanced forward. Behind them were rows of halberd soldiers holding spears.

All this was because after Fusu adjusted the iron weapon casting quota in the Lantian Industrial Zone, he gradually used steel spears to replace the original copper spears.

The spears used by the Qin army were almost entirely forged from copper.

The recovered spearheads only needed to be melted down and reshaped to become the highly sought-after half-liang copper coins. This finally made Fusu, who had been staring at the gold and jewelry with drooling eyes all day, breathe a sigh of relief.

How can we transform the current physical exchange model without sufficient financial reserves?

If the existing model is not changed, where can we reap the wealth of those big merchants?

When the spear teams lined up, in an instant, the sound of drums resounded all around, and the roar like thunder echoed in the sky.

This is not just the sound of a drum, but a sound designed to drive the soldiers to gallop and sprint. "骛鼓" means ordering the soldiers to speed up and charge.

At this moment, the passionate and compact drum rhythm shook the sky, and the spear team advanced along the city wall like a giant pig that continued to attack.

In an instant, the running Qiang people were stunned. Under the dazzling sunlight, they saw one spear after another flashing with cold silver light, approaching them like sharp blades.

They had to stop two to three meters away from the Qin soldiers, constantly swinging the heavy wooden sticks or horse clubs in their hands, trying to push away the spears pointed at them.

In the instant of the two sides' first battle, the Qin army's spear team immediately felt the power of the spear.

Although the spear's increased grabbing and pecking effects have more limited movements in close combat compared to the techniques of using a long spear, it still possesses decisive power.

In this way, after the original spear head was changed to the spear tip, the weight of the entire spear was greatly reduced. This allowed the already brave and powerful spearmen to use more power, and to be more accurate and save energy when stabbing quickly. When the spear was swung in the air, it could lure away the protective long stick on the chest of the Qiang people. The next moment, the spear tip was the first to pierce, and the sharp front end of less than half a foot in length instantly penetrated the Qiang people's hard armor and finished. One hit or a direct piercing. The moment the spear head was pulled out, the blood in the Qiang people's chest gushed out and slid down along the tassels on the spear, instead of being directly stained on the handle.

As the Qin army's spear troops continued to charge, wave after wave of Qiang people screamed loudly and fell to the ground in extreme weakness. Due to excessive blood loss, their bodies gradually spasmed and convulsed.

In this era, combat units usually marched in close formations to fight. Therefore, in the front team, soldiers often had no way to evacuate. Even under the pressure of the following teams, even if they were in an environment as sharp as a blade, they had to force their way forward without any room to retreat.

The Qiang leader who witnessed this scene raised the heavy copper axe weapon from the command vehicle and roared a few times. Then, the rhythmic sound of the horn echoed. A group of Qiang warriors wielding various weapons immediately howled wildly and turned to the two sides of the Qin army's spear team to encircle them. In contrast, the Qin army's shield-bearing soldiers had already made full preparations. They placed the refined bronze daggers on the shields and stared calmly and firmly at the Qiang enemies rushing down the slopes of the distant mountains. Behind the shield, the newly promoted Zhang Shou, whose arms were trembling slightly before, had now recovered. He tightened the bowstring again with a firm attitude and waited for the opponent's arrival.

On the upper floor of the shogunate, Li was watching the Qiang chief through a telescope, but found that he had not moved. He then made a gesture to others, and two black war eagle flags unfolded in the wind.

"Now it's finally our turn!"

Meng Ying shouted happily, and then commanded his soldiers to follow the instructions of the flag. He even put on a strange helmet that only showed his eyes. Then, with the help of his deputy, he rode on a huge horse with equally complete equipment.

Behind him, there were more than 500 warriors wearing similar clothes. In order to make the senior cavalry commanders recognizable to their subordinates, his helmet was decorated with a black horsetail. Compared with the other senior cavalry headdresses, the generals were red, the captains were yellow, and the lower-level soldiers such as the sergeants and corporals were yellow.

As soon as Li Qian met someone, he started to curse. Uh... Actually, all this was arranged by your father. Meng Ying wanted to refute, but thinking of the controversial topic, she chose to remain silent.

About eight hundred steps later...

Then there are five hundred steps...

Finally, the cavalry under the command of Meng Ying appeared in the Qiang people's sight, less than two hundred steps away from the leader of the tribe.

Then, Meng Ying gently stepped on the spurs with her combat boots and moved forward quickly.

However, it was not Meng Ying who realized the situation faster than Meng Ying, but Li Qian, who looked dissatisfied.

Prior to this, Li Qian had already guided his Rongdi cavalry to speed up, and the leader of the Qiang tribe on the other side also noticed that the target of this force was exactly the direction of his tribe.

But the leader of the tribe was not nervous or afraid, because he firmly believed that the speed of the warhorse was far less terrifying than the powerful chariot he believed. In his opinion, once his warriors used several rows of formations to block the cavalry, when the cavalry ran out of speed, they would be like lambs to be slaughtered and have nowhere to hide!

After all, the Moon Family has used this kind of tactics many times before.

Amid the rhythmic sound of horns, thousands of Qiang soldiers from the four tribes spoke out together, rushing out of the defense line with spears and axes in hand.

The cavalry led by Li Qian rushed to the front and fired continuously. However, this did not stop the Qiang people from advancing at a rapid speed. In fact, many of the riders began to hesitate.

Even with stirrups to increase speed and attack capability, it would be like taking the initiative to attack the dense infantry square head-on. If it weren't for the extremely cruel laws of the army, those so-called "cavalry" might have turned around and left at this time. Li Qian was very clear about this.

After he quickly accelerated and charged for a while, a copper whistle suddenly sounded, and he turned to the side road from a place more than fifty steps away from the Qiang infantry to pave the way for the charge.

The Qiang ethnic team they were facing showed an expected expression, and they shouted out their curses and complaints.

Then, a heavy and huge sound of horse hooves that they had never heard before rang out. At the moment when the riders made way, hundreds of cavalrymen shining with metallic light appeared before their eyes under the bright sunlight as if they had fallen from the sky.

Under the leadership of Meng Ying, these 500 heavily-armored cavalrymen were arranged into two parallel teams, holding their spears, and marching forward!

Bang!Bang!Bang!

Many infantrymen were pushed away from their original positions amid the whistling of war horses. The air was filled with the sound of huge horse hooves trampling in the air and the sound of collisions... In addition, there were also the howlings, cries, and shouts of the Qiang people, as well as the clanging and piercing sounds of weapons.

As dusk fell, the sun slowly rose, dispelling the mist covering the valley. Maodun, the leader of the Mongolian people, sat astride a chestnut grassland horse, his eyes fixed on the horizon, and he had not taken his eyes away from the front for a long time.

The news came that the Qin army and the Qiang army had been fighting for a long time, which meant that his time, the position of the Chinese king Bian Zhuang, known as the "Zhao family", would be determined by his performance in the next half day. The supreme wolf god Astoria, please bless your descendants!

After silently reciting a prayer in his heart, Maodun reached into his saddle bag and pulled out a piece of rough and hard milk tofu, chewing it with a crunching sound.