My name is Wei Qing, and I want to fight the Xiongnu.

On the battlefield, the Han army spirit, clad in fiery armor, was unstoppable in its desperate situation. The moment the Ying Jianyuan's army spirit clashed with it, it was completely suppressed.

However, neither Cao Cao nor Liu Che showed any sign of relief on their faces.

Fighting with one's back to the river is a desperate tactic used in dire straits, and Wei Qing's current situation has not improved because of this.

While the Imperial Censor Ying and Wei Qing were locked in combat, Imperial Censor Ji ordered all infantrymen in the army to take up bows and crossbows. At the same time, the spear in the hands of the massive military spirit transformed into a longbow.

After Supervisor Ji changed his formation, he immediately ordered Supervisor Xiang and Kong Youde to lead elite troops to block Wei Qing. Supervisor Ying took this opportunity to merge with Supervisor Ji.

For four hundred years, in order to resist the invasion of the Xiongnu barbarians, the Han Dynasty used the Great Wall and cities as strongholds, with garrison troops as an auxiliary force, and launched counterattacks with spears and crossbows.

Even though Wei Qing was like a god of war at this moment, after understanding the "back-to-the-river" tactic, he knew two things: First, when the opponent is in a back-to-the-river situation, splitting up forces is a major taboo and is most likely to result in being defeated layer by layer.

Secondly, there are two most direct ways to defeat your opponent: one is to stall, as the opponent trades injury for explosive power, which is difficult to sustain; the other is to use a fierce attack to directly kill the seriously injured opponent!

Clearly, the second method carries the risk of failure in a counterattack.

Therefore, the best solution is to open up the distance between the two arrows and then unleash a volley of arrows from the crossbows!

And the Han army's crossbows were the best among all the tribes!

As Ying and Ji joined forces to change formations, Wei Qing launched a sweeping offensive, instantly annihilating the hundred elite soldiers led by Kong Youde and Supervisor Xiang.

Seeing Wei Qing's achievements in the square, Xiahou Dun said with some emotion, "I used to hear that fighting with one's back to the river was a suicidal tactic, but seeing Wei Qing kill so many people in the blink of an eye while in a desperate situation, I feel that this tactic is not entirely useless."

No, you're wrong.

Cao Cao shook his head and said, "Military spirit and military spirit cannot be generalized. If everyone could apply the 'back-to-the-river' tactic to the level of Wei Qing, it would not be called a suicide tactic."

In most cases, when using this tactic, the degree of self-injury is not well controlled. Either the self-injury is too light, resulting in too little increase in combat power and not worth the loss, or the self-injury is too severe, causing the opponent to fall down with a single move.

Not everyone can achieve the level of precision that Wei Qing possessed.

In other words, unless faced with a desperate situation, a commander of his ability would have no need to resort to such a desperate tactic. But conversely, even if he were to use this tactic now, could it change the current dire situation?

Cao Ying, who was standing nearby, also realized that both Kong Youde and the other commander were sacrificed to restrain Wei Qing and create opportunities for the other two military leaders.

Now that they've achieved their goal, it wouldn't be a big problem for them to leave.

It seems like Wei Qing came out on top, but in reality, the opposite is true. From the moment the other side came up with a countermeasure, Wei Qing was led by the nose.

It's not that Wei Qing lacked ability, but rather that this battle tactic had too many limitations. Any tactic that relies on being put in a desperate situation to survive has inherent flaws.

If it's a kill on the first encounter, the effect might be much better, but once it's thoroughly studied, this natural weakness will be magnified infinitely and exploited by the opponent.

So rather than saying Wei Qing lacked ability, it's more accurate to say that this damned predicament gave him absolutely no chance to struggle.

Seeing the two military heroes join forces, bows drawn and arrows nocked, Wei Qing showed no fear. Instead, a contemptuous sneer appeared on his cold and ruthless face.

A true national hero is one who can turn defeat into victory and reverse the tide in any situation.

Today, let me teach you what the so-called "fighting with your back to the wall" really means.

The Han soldiers brandished their spears with unwavering confidence, showing no hesitation, fear, or retreat; only an air of certainty that victory was within their grasp.

With a deafening battle cry, Wei Qing brandished his spear, and his army, facing a barrage of arrows that could rain down from the enemy at any moment, forced a breakthrough.

"Has he gone mad?"

"Before we even get close to the enemy, we'll be riddled with bullets!"

"What is he trying to do? Has he already admitted defeat?"

They couldn't understand it. The nobles couldn't understand it, the new students couldn't understand it, and even the two supervisors, Ying and Ji, couldn't comprehend what Wei Qing was trying to do.

The only thing they knew was to remain unchanged in the face of all changes!

While Wei Qing led his army in the attack, the troops under the command of the Imperial Academy Ying and Ji, who were already rested and ready, simultaneously drew their bows and nocked arrows, each sharp arrowhead gleaming with a chilling light.

People held their breath, anticipating the moment the arrow would be released.

Even with unparalleled talent, an overwhelming momentum, and a spirit that seems to want to tear the sky apart even knowing death is inevitable, one still cannot change the cruel reality.

Perhaps dying on the road of a charge is a good end for a general?

The fall of a hero always evokes a sense of melancholy and regret.

The two supervisors, Ying and Ji, looked at the Han army that was still charging towards them with conflicted expressions.

Once upon a time, they, like the young man before them, harbored dreams and were willing to shed their last drop of blood for the rise of humanity.

But as they watched their companions fall one by one, and witnessed the disdainful attitude of the nobles in Chang'an, they realized that everything they had sacrificed was ultimately meaningless.

Pain, struggle, and finally despair led him to leave the border and his brothers, and arrive at the Imperial Academy in Chang'an.

I've become the kind of person I used to hate the most.

They admired Wei Qing's willingness to go to any lengths, but they had to admit that some things cannot be accomplished with just passion; he was still too young.

Even if you're fearless of death, what good is it? Can you withstand this rain of arrows?

All beliefs become fragile and vulnerable in the face of overwhelming firepower.

The two supervisors, Ying and Ji, exchanged a glance. Just as Wei Qing was about to enter firing range, they simultaneously manipulated their military spirits to draw back the giant bows in their hands, and their power continuously concentrated and condensed into an enormous arrow.

Goodbye, you were a worthy opponent.

Whoosh!

As the fingers on the bowstring were released, two arrows, each over ten feet long, along with thousands of crossbow bolts, shot simultaneously toward the oncoming Han army.

The arrows fired by the two military spirits split into nine at the moment they were released, and the eighteen arrows locked down all the space where the Han military spirits could dodge and maneuver from all angles.

A worthy opponent?

Wei Qing seemed to sense the other party's approval, but his eyes only revealed disdain: Opponent, are you worthy?

..........

I overslept, got up and started typing. I'll definitely finish 8,000 words before dawn.

Chapter Thirty-Six: A Battle with No Back to the River (Part Two)

It finally began, and the spirits of all the spectators were lifted to a fever pitch.

No matter when or where, being able to witness such a war makes the trip worthwhile.

Arrows traveled fast on the battlefield, but the Han army marched at a similar pace, though they were moving towards each other.

Therefore, Wei Qing had even less time to react.

"I've been waiting for you for so long!"

As the arrows flew in, Wei Qing used his military spirit to train with his soldiers, issuing countless commands in an instant.

Even the weakest of these soldiers were incredibly strong, and upon receiving orders, they carried out the corresponding actions accurately and flawlessly.

The Han army, which had been tightly packed in formation, suddenly spread out to different locations along a highly regular route and continued to advance in an orderly manner, while its military spirit became as faint as a shadow.

Each arrow, after piercing through the soul of the army, grazed the bodies of every soldier in the Han army and struck the ground.

In the blink of an eye, the plain was covered with countless arrows.

"This works?"

What's going on?

"Can we still play like this?"

The sudden change in the Han army left countless people speechless. They had never imagined that they could dodge incoming arrows using such an unprecedented method.

"Watch out! There's more!"

No reminder was needed, because everyone saw it: nestled among the rain of arrows were eighteen arrows fired by the military spirits, a sight to behold.

These arrows are designed to counter military spirits, but if they miss and fall to the ground, the power infused into the arrow will be released completely within a second.

Like missiles exploding, nothing grew within a radius of ten feet!

Even with the speed of a mighty warrior, it would be impossible to run more than ten feet away in an instant.

Therefore, these arrows were sometimes used to halt the advance of large armies.

Even if you can dodge the arrows, can you dodge the damage from the explosion?

hide?

do you need?

Wei Qing was in a very special state at this moment. If Liu Yangxin were also in the martial arts arena, he would definitely be able to see it. Wei Qing would always be like this whenever he woke up.

Indifference! The brain is in an extremely calm state, and all emotions that might interfere with thinking are blocked out.

At this moment, Han Junhun lightly tapped the ground with his spear, and the spearhead sank directly into the earth, causing a rift valley to extend continuously.

However, the Han army of only nine thousand men gave people the awe-inspiring feeling of a decisive battle involving a million-strong army.

As the previously faint Han army spirit reappeared, its momentum surged to its peak, and the crimson flames burning on its armor seemed to burn away the heavens.

The moment they made contact with the eighteen arrows, the Han soldiers who were charging forward suddenly stopped in their tracks, and the ground shook violently as they could not withstand the immense force.

The spear, its pointed tip embedded in the ground, was pulled out at that moment. With a leap of Han Junhun, it swung in a stunning arc, slicing through the air. The eighteen arrows, fired simultaneously from different directions, were instantly cleaved in two, exploding in mid-air.

Startled!

At this moment, only these four words can describe the audience present.

"So the commander was capable of this?"

"Why can't our legion commander do it?!"

"Damn it, our legion commander is even more useless; he doesn't even have a military spirit!"

The entire admissions plaza was filled with a mixture of exclamations, curses, and sighs.

The commanders also looked quite surprised. Was this scene really performed by a teenage slave?

Tell me quickly, isn't the real commander of that Han army actually Marquis Jiang?

Even Cao Cao and Que Jiafu held their breath for a moment. Even though the opponent was in a desperate situation, their ability to do this still made them cheer.

He was only a teenager and had never been to the battlefield.

But if someone can achieve what they have today based on their talent alone, then if they are carefully nurtured, who can guarantee that they won't become another Zhou Yafu in twenty years?