Traveling through time and space and becoming a deposed prince, he just wants to survive!

As the old saying goes: One force can defeat ten skills, and one level can cut through a thousand threads.

Cheng Jushu is both strong and has a heavy and good sword. Now the crescent-shaped sword in his hand is much easier to wield than his sword.

The moves on the battlefield are endlessly varied, and weapons must be heavy, strong and sharp. Otherwise, many people in ancient times used iron rods because forged swords were easy to break.

Therefore, Cheng Jushu's blade is made extremely thick and heavy. In order to match the balance of the knife, the weight at the back is naturally not light, so that it can be swung freely.

The crescent-shaped sword that Zhao Sheng gave him today was a good item at first sight. When he chopped at the boulder just now, he wanted to break the sword and regain the face he had lost before.

But what no one expected was that the knife was not damaged at all, and the boulder was split into two, which made the onlookers cheer.

I don’t know whether they were cheering for the sword or Cheng Jushu’s superb martial arts.

It was no big deal for his ten guards to have their swords broken. At most they could just go get new ones. But Chen Da's sword made his guards jealous.

Zhao Sheng also saw what these guards were thinking, and said to his gunners with a smile: "Now that you all have guns, give your swords to the big brother opposite!"

A smile when meeting someone can erase all grudges. This matter really put Cheng Jushu in a difficult position. He had to take the responsibility for this violation alone.

"General Cheng, I know there's a bad way to say this. Tomorrow, my new army will go up to meet the enemy, including the woman you saw. If she dies on the front line, she will be your sacrifice."

Cheng Jushu understood what Zhao Sheng meant, which was that the new army would go into battle tomorrow and the Dingzhou army would not be allowed to participate, which meant that Zhao Sheng was very likely to die on the battlefield.

He was about to speak to stop him when Zhao Sheng added, "My princess has approved the weapons I designed. Women can also use them. They will be indispensable on the battlefield in the future. I'll show you that women fighting on the front lines will only make them more powerful."

The wounded soldiers who were bandaged and dressed by the female guards said, "I dare not say anything else, but just changing the dressing and removing the suppurative part, a man can't do such a thing."

Several other wounded soldiers also said, "I just had a cut on my arm. I thought it would scab over today, but it's become festered. The sister who just changed my dressing said that if I hadn't discovered it later, my condition would have become more serious, or even..."

Zhao Sheng knew that these were the personal experiences of the wounded soldiers, but the military was ruthless and the national law was even more ruthless. Although their words were touching, they were insignificant.

He bowed to the wounded soldier in thanks, but still said to Cheng Jushu: "General Cheng, it's settled. Tomorrow you will defend, and we will attack. I will not lead the troops to the battle with you."

He has made up his mind to leave and no one can stop him. This was Zhao Sheng’s character in his previous life. In this life, he is shaping his own image here.

The next day, before the morning mist had dissipated, 100,000 Xiongnu soldiers gathered five miles outside the south gate of Guangchang County.

They deliberately blocked the way here and sent people to attack Guangchang County every day, but they were not in a hurry.

They knew that Cheng Jushu was a reinforcement, and they also knew that there would be more reinforcements later. They roughly estimated that at most 50,000 troops could be sent, and the total number would not exceed 100,000.

When the sunlight penetrated the fog and shone on the ground in the valley, three teams of soldiers appeared about a mile away from the Xiongnu army, lined up in a V-shape.

"The Great Zhou army is coming, cavalry ready!"

The careful Hu Yantuo shouted loudly. He noticed that these people were not riding horses, but were marching on foot. Although their movements were slow, it could be seen that the team was gradually approaching.

Huyan Tuo is a small leader of the Huyan tribe and the nephew of Huyan Yan. This time he went to the battle on behalf of his father.

Nalan Guifang is a leader with combat experience, and this team is led by the Nalan family.

The Huyan tribe had been a backup in the previous few times. Without any merit, there would be less prizes to be distributed. Huyan Tuo took the lead and asked for battle. He wanted to earn merit for the Huyan family.

This "品" formation is a common fighting method in the army, divided into left, right and center armies. It is usually the same between valleys, or it can be a long snake formation.

So, if Hu Yantuo wanted to charge, Lan Guifang thought that he should give the younger one some opportunities. After all, if cavalry couldn't defeat infantry, could they still run away?

So he agreed to their request to charge.

Today's "品" formation looked a bit strange if you looked closely, but because the first two games went too smoothly, Lan Guifang relaxed his vigilance.

The new army had many flags, on which were written the army's number and regiment, or the battalion, etc. There were more than a dozen flags in front of a square formation.

The cavalry charging into battle are not fast at first. When the pace speeds up and the leader waves his sword and shouts charge, it is often found that the leader is not in the first place and his speed remains moderate.

Just as Hu Yantuo led his tribe to launch a charge, the flag of the Great Zhou suddenly fell, and a carriage appeared in each square formation.

He had no idea what this meant, but he could see three carriages shooting arrows at him like spears.

Usually, they found that they could dodge one arrow at a time, but now three arrows were flying at the same time, and the estimated distance was at least 500 steps. It was obvious that there was a crossbow mounted on the roof, and the target was right at them.

The three arrows were shot at different heights and angles, and he didn't know what to do for a moment.

But as a good horseman, who doesn't know the skill of riding sideways on the horse? The two arrows on the left and right flew past the horse's head, but the arrow in the middle hit the horse's head directly, followed by the sound of an explosion.

The horn to speed up had already been sounded, but due to this sudden change, Hu Yantuo's horse's head exploded and he fell off the horse.

The horses behind him had no time to stop, and he was trampled into a pulp.

As the saying goes, "If you die before achieving your goal, your flesh will be fed to the wolves."

This was not over yet. Countless arrows flew out from behind the army, just when Huyan Tuo's cavalry was about 150 steps away from the target.

The flying arrows are not scary, what is scary is the large number of them, and the flying arrows are like shadows, covering the sky and the sun.

For this kind of charge, how could the cavalry not bring their own shields? You have the plan of flying arrows, and I have the shield to resist.

Unexpectedly, the people of the Great Zhou had no martial ethics. All the flying arrows were equipped with explosives, and they were pull-ring type. Some arrows hit the shields and horses, and they were still smoking.

If Zhao Sheng saw such an arrow, he would know that it was shot from a crossbow. The bow and arrow used impact explosion, which was a secondary attack after hitting the target, such as a shield and armor.

In an instant, explosions broke out in the cavalry team. With ten thousand troops against ten thousand, most of them were gone in an instant.

This was not a war, it was completely a battle of mentality. The cavalry of the Huyan tribe was about to approach, but their number suddenly became very small.

I thought the survivors still had a chance to choose, but unexpectedly, there were about a thousand people in the first row, holding wheeled rifles, shooting indiscriminately at the living people and horses.

Regardless of the marksmanship, the explosion in front affected the cavalry attacking from behind, making them targets at close range. As soon as the gunshots were heard, people and horses fell to the ground and struggled.

The team continued to move forward, albeit at a somewhat slow pace.

Lan Guifang originally watched the dark crowd ahead, thinking that he would get some harvest. The second group of people on his side were ready to go forward to harvest, but they found that after a noise, there was nothing in front of them!

However, the order for the second echelon to charge had been issued, and three deadly arrows were shot from the crossbows on the three or four carriages. Perhaps, or as if, in the end, the leader of the Hun cavalry was turned into meat paste.