The Legend of the Condor Heroes: I became one of the Five Great Masters by drawing cards

Chapter 159: The Armies Show Their Power
Gu Ping'an's heart moved, and he asked again: "If you can help them out today, will it be considered as repaying Temujin's kindness?"

"Let's do the math"

Guo Jing didn't know why he asked this question. He pondered for a moment, and after being pushed on the back by Huang Rong, he finally nodded.

"Okay." Gu Ping'an nodded. "How many troops do they each have?"

"Each has 20,000 strong, all elite soldiers!"

Guo Jing finally reacted, a look of joy flashed across his face, and he quickly replied.

"Do you have any idea?"

Gu Ping'an turned around and looked at Mu Nianci. His little wife understood what he meant and turned into a heroic female general in an instant.

"The troops have never been trained. If we had 20,000 elite cavalry, we could give it a try."

Guo Jing was overjoyed: "Let's go! Let's go find Master Zhebie!"

Outside the camp, the generals had received the news long ago and had assembled their troops. The Mongolian army had strict orders, and although most of the soldiers were drunk, once the order was given, they had lined up in just a cup of tea.

However, the two armies had already engaged in battle, and there were not enough troops to surround and disarm them. If they rushed in rashly, it would only cause more chaos.

"Jinger!"

The generals were discussing the matter when Zhebie saw four people coming. Although he didn't think they could help, he still waved them over.

Although Borshu was good at planning, he couldn't think of a solution for a while. He paced back and forth in front of the tent with an annoyed look on his face.

"These two idiots, fighting openly and secretly on a daily basis is fine, but they actually resorted to fighting on the battlefield. This is simply ridiculous!"

"Generals, Master Zhebie, this Miss Mu is well versed in military tactics and has a way to stop them!"

Guo Jing was anxious and didn't bother with politeness, so he went straight to the point.

The generals looked at her and saw that she was just a delicate and frail little girl, not even as strong as Hua Zheng. How could they believe her?

Zhebie immediately regretted inviting them over, frowning and shaking his head: "This isn't a child's game, Jing'er, stop messing around."

"Really!" Guo Jing stamped his feet and said, "When Pushan Anzhen led the army to attack Juzhou, she defeated the 50,000 Jin troops with only 20,000 men, and suffered only a few thousand casualties!"

This was also what Gu Ping'an taught him on the way here. Wu Mu's suicide note could not be mentioned, but it was okay to borrow Yang Miaozhen's battle record.

The two women studied the "Secrets of Breaking Gold" together. They were from the same school. Compared to each other, they only had less practical experience.

Pushan Anzhen is the descendant of a famous general of the Jin Dynasty and is considered one of the most powerful generals of the time. Most of the generals know his name.

I heard that he died in Juzhou some time ago, but I didn't expect that he died at the hands of this little girl.

Bo Ershu frowned and asked tentatively: "Then tell me, how can we solve this situation?"

"Use the Snake Formation to separate the two armies, then transform into the Tiger Wing Formation to surround and capture those who refuse to submit."

Although the Mongolian generals were good at fighting, they preferred field battles and had little knowledge of battle formations. They only knew of these two formations.

"Surround and capture?" Chi Lao Wen frowned. "There are a total of 40,000 troops. How many people do you need to surround them?"

"Twenty thousand elite cavalry," Mu Nianci said expressionlessly, with the demeanor of a great general. "If the soldiers hadn't practiced battle formations, ten thousand would have been enough."

"Ridiculous!" Zhelemi, who was as famous as Zhebe, sneered, "Do they really think our Mongolian cavalry are as useless as the Golden Dog?"

“I think we might as well give it a try.”

Zhebie frowned and spoke softly.

"We can't think of a solution here. If we delay any longer, who knows how many warriors will die in vain."

"Forget it," Bo Ershu nodded helplessly. "You Han people have a saying, 'Treat a dead horse as a living one.' We can only take a risk and give it a try."

Of the Four Mongol Heroes, Borshu had always enjoyed Temujin's greatest trust. Once he spoke, the others didn't bother him. They mounted their horses and selected two 10,000-man squadrons. Guo Jing, acting as a temporary translator, organized the troops into formations and taught them the simplest techniques for battle formations.

After a rough rehearsal, 20,000 elite cavalrymen wrapped their spear tips with cloth, put on lassoes, and charged out together.

A few miles away, Jochi and Chagatai, each with their own troops, were already fighting.

Fortunately, both armies knew whether they were mortal enemies or not, so they did not kill each other for the time being.

Mu Nianci turned around and gave a few instructions. Guo Jing used his internal energy to shout and coordinate with the formation flags to pass on the order.

The two 10,000-man teams responded to the order and changed their formation, slowly forming a snake-like formation. Although it was a bit messy, it was barely usable.

At the sound of the horn, the snake formation gathered its strength and rushed towards the center of the battle between Subuchi and Chagatai's armies.

Neither side knew whether the newcomers were friends or foes, and their formations were scattered, allowing the vanguard to easily break into their center.

Gu Ping'an rushed to the front, using his gun as a stick, swinging left and right, and those who blocked his way fell off their horses.

Seeing the central army charging in, Mu Nianci gave orders again, waving flags, and the teams rotated. After a period of chaos, they finally formed a tiger wing formation.

Chagatai was unlucky and was targeted first, and the other teams surrounded him from both sides.

The teams at the front turned around and faced Subutai's army, not seeking to attack, but to hold their ground and stand firm without retreating.

Chagatai saw several teams of soldiers coming and going in front of him, but he couldn't tell how many there were. In fear and suspicion, he shouted loudly.

"Who is it? Who is it? Are you here to help me, or to help that bastard Zhuchi?"

"Chagan Sarri, you are killing each other! Aren't you afraid of being punished and beheaded by the Khan?"

In the central army, the soldiers shouted in unison. Guo Jingzhe took off the longbows on his backs, bent them, drew arrows, and shot at the banners of the two armies.

Both of them were great archers, their archery skills far surpassed Gu Ping'an in Juzhou. Two eagle-feather arrows flew through the air, and the big banner fell down almost at the same time.

Under Mu Nianci's order, although the 20,000 cavalrymen could not fully demonstrate the subtle changes of the Tiger Wing Formation, it was enough to deal with the enemy troops with low fighting spirit.

When the same tribesmen fought each other, even if they were not friends, most of them knew each other. They had no intention of fighting, and after hearing the shout, they were even more afraid of being held accountable by the Khan, so they were thrown into chaos in a blink of an eye.

Seeing that the time had come, Gu Ping'an jumped up, used his superior lightness skills, stepped on people, and flew straight in the direction of Chagatai's shouting.

Chagatai also realized that something was wrong at this time, and fled out of the formation under the protection of more than ten personal soldiers.

But in this chaos, how easy is it to get out of the battle?
Chagatai's troops were already in chaos, and many of them even dropped their weapons and surrendered. Gu Ping'an had no obstacles and escaped much faster than them.

"Protect the Second Prince!"

This group of personal guards were quite loyal. Even after the man was thrown out, they still remembered to give a reminder.

If there were a thousand-man team guarding him, Gu Ping'an would not dare to charge head-on, but a mere dozen or so personal soldiers were more than enough to deal with him.

But in the blink of an eye, Chagatai felt a tightness on the back of his neck. The warhorse under his crotch was still charging forward, but he was lifted into the air.

"Chagatai has been captured, why don't you surrender quickly?"

Gu Ping'an stepped on the horse's back, lifted Chagatai high above his head, gathered all his internal strength, and shouted loudly.

This sentence was in Mongolian, which he had just learned from Guo Jing.

With his current internal strength, even in the midst of thousands of troops, his voice can be heard as clearly as the sound of spring thunder.

The soldiers looked over when they heard the noise, and in the light of the fire, they saw the second prince being held high up by a man, struggling frantically like a lamb.

The man still stood firmly on the horse, as if his feet had taken root, without even a sway.

(End of this chapter)