The strongest devouring system in the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 209 remains unchanged

Zhao Yun's objective was to defeat at least 30,000 enemy troops to relieve pressure on the infantry behind him. According to the scouts, there were more than 10,000 Jingzhou troops following behind this vanguard.

According to the organization of the district he was in charge of, that was a division. If the fighting strength of Jingzhou was the same as the previous two waves, Zhao Yun was not afraid of the more than 10,000 people in front of him. In Zhao Yun's eyes, they were just a group of lambs to the slaughter.

However, Zhao Yun did not intend to launch a frontal assault this time. Cavalry training was very expensive, and even though he controlled more than two-thirds of the excellent horse farms in the north, there were still not many cavalrymen in his own territory.

Because each cavalryman is too expensive, based on the standard equipment of the district he governs, one cavalryman can equip at least three to four infantrymen. Such an expensive type of soldier should not be wasted in large quantities for no reason. Zhao Yun should try to minimize the casualties of the cavalry.

This time, Zhao Yun was going to show these ignorant southern warlords what real cavalry was like. An elite cavalry unit not only possessed tenacious breakthrough capabilities, but more importantly, they had excellent mobility.

"The enemy has more than 10,000 men. We cannot confront them head-on this time. Although we can still win if we do, the casualties will be much greater. So this time we must adopt a hit-and-run tactic."

Zhao Yun addressed the key organizational officers.

Wu Hong said to Zhao Yun, "Does the general's intention to take advantage of the speed of our cavalry and the range of our organization's muskets?"

"Hmm, you're quick-witted, you understood what I meant right away."

Zhao Yun patted Wu Hong on the back of the head and said, while the other organizers were inwardly cursing Wu Hong, thinking, "That damn sycophant is just a bit too fast-talking, acting like we don't understand."

With the tactics determined, the next step was to attack. After carefully checking their equipment one last time, Zhao Yun and Wu Hong each led two thousand cavalrymen and charged towards the enemy organization ahead. They would split into two assault groups to attack the Jingzhou organization from both sides.

Seeing the slow pace of the Jingzhou forces through his binoculars, Zhao Yun said to the battalion commanders behind him, "Our mission is simple: just rush past the enemy and keep firing at them."

"Yes!" the officers answered loudly. Although Zhao Yun's tactics were not his forte of breakthrough attacks, as Chen Er said, tactics should not be static and different tactics should be used in different situations.

"Tell the brothers, we're going to take on these enemy organizations today. We'll attack every half hour, understand?" Zhao Yun added.

Upon hearing Zhao Yun say that it would be every half hour, the officers and soldiers below couldn't help but silently mourn for the Jingzhou organization, thinking how unfortunate they were.

We've run into Zhao Yun, the nightmare of the grasslands. Even the barbarian cavalry of the grasslands don't dare to fight against Zhao Yun, let alone you southerners.

"Prepare to attack!"

Hidden behind a hillside, all the soldiers were ready for battle. The early spring sun shone warmly on them, and the soldiers were all prepared for combat.

"attack!"

Seeing that the enemy was only two miles away, Zhao Yun swung his right hand down heavily, signaling the start of the attack.

A rumble of thunder sounded. The Jingzhou group, who had almost no experience with cavalry, all looked up at the sky. Many of them were wondering why thunder would suddenly rumble in the cloudless sky.

Of course, many more people had already noticed the sudden appearance of the black-armored cavalry! "It's cavalry!"

"It's the cavalry!"

"Enemy attack!"

"Woo!"

This was still a relatively elite force, at least much better than the two enemies they had encountered before, Zhao Yun thought to himself, although the Jingzhou organization in front of him was also in a state of panic.

However, they soon began to change formation under the command of the officers at all levels. Even though this unit had many inexperienced soldiers, the officers at the grassroots level must have had a lot of experience, otherwise they would not have been able to react so quickly.

Fortunately, he changed his tactics, Zhao Yun thought to himself with relief. Otherwise, if his four thousand cavalry had simply charged in, although they could still have won, it would have been a Pyrrhic victory, which was not the result Zhao Yun wanted.

Just as Liu Neng had set up his formation to prepare for the enemy's attack, he discovered that the suddenly appearing cavalry did not charge at his front, but instead slid past him on his right flank, without even entering the effective firing range of the musketeers.

But why did those cavalrymen all raise their muskets? Liu Neng was a little puzzled, but then he immediately understood, because the black-armored cavalrymen holding their muskets in their left hands pulled the triggers, a burst of gunfire rang out, and a cloud of smoke rose up.

clap clap clap...

Hundreds of soldiers on the right flank of the Jingzhou organization fell in an instant, with nearly a hundred dying directly. The remaining soldiers who did not die directly would die in the next few days due to lack of medical treatment, and only a portion of the wounded would survive.

Currently, whether it's the district they govern or other forces, they all use lead bullets. At most, the lead bullets used in their own districts are of slightly higher quality and are cone-shaped.

Soldiers hit by lead bullets were prone to infection, and given the lack of medical care and medicine in that era, most soldiers could not receive effective treatment. Even the district-level organizations with the best medical conditions could only do their best to treat them during the great battle.

Therefore, most soldiers on the battlefield do not die directly from the battle, but die from untreated infections of their wounds. Some seriously wounded soldiers are even killed by their own comrades in a humanitarian manner.

He swore to God that as long as the Jiangdong side did not show any hostility towards him, he would not launch an attack on the Sun family of Jiangdong.

"I am relieved to hear His Highness the King of Wei's words," Sun Quan said.

During their conversations, the chosen ones did not fully reveal their past lives. Perhaps they had been integrated into this world for too long and had become accustomed to their current identities, with their past lives merely being a memory.

As the two were engrossed in their conversation, Chen Er's attention shifted away from Liu Bei. Liu Bei, who was secretly observing, immediately broke free from Chen Er's control and ran towards his own direction the moment he realized that Chen Er's attention had been diverted.

"Yide, give the signal!"

After escaping Chen Er's control, Liu Bei shouted loudly at Zhang Fei. Overjoyed, he didn't notice the slight upturn of Chen Er's lips behind him. Watching Liu Bei escape, Chen Er grinned and pulled a miniature pistol from his waist.