Chapter 2 Honors (Part 2)

"Su Ceyu"! Cui Hao's voice turned sweet and his mouthful of blood spurted onto the tree trunk.

"Master General", several personal soldiers rushed forward to support him, and black soldiers surrounded the riverside. For a moment, the riverside was as quiet as death. Only by being placed here can you understand what despair is.

Pushing away the personal soldiers, Cui Hao straightened his old body and his gray hair flew in the wind. At this moment, he felt calm. He took a breath and Cui Hao whispered, "Build a pot to make rice, we will fight the enemy here."

In the Battle of Julu, the princes were afraid to go forward. The overlord led a large army across the Zhang River, sinking boats and breaking the cauldron. He held three days of food to advance, and all the Chu soldiers were responsible for one to ten, killing Su Jiao, capturing Wang Li, and eight thousand children defeating the Qin army 200,000.

At Jingxingkou, the Marquis of Huaiyin led 10,000 troops, and led a battle against the water, and defeated Zhao with one drum. The Han army was killed and then reborn.

In March of the 13th year of Hongwu, Cui Hao led the remnants of Goryeo on the ten-mile long beach by the Liao River to launch a Jedi counterattack against the Zhenbei Army. More than 10,000 Goryeo infantry dispersed into a team of more than a dozen people, with shields in front, long swords guarding, and bows and arrows behind, rushing towards the Zhenbei Army, which was not stable like a tide.

The day before, Zhu Di was overjoyed and rectified his troops and rushed to the ancient ferry of Liaohe River as quickly as possible. God-given opportunity, if he could defeat the main force of Goryeo before the rainy season, the entire Liaodong would have to bow to the Zhenbei Army. If it was dragged to the rainy season, it would be a hard battle. Even if the Zhenbei Army won, it would be unable to advance eastward to join the Ming Navy. After more than a year of exploration, Zhu Di and Wu Anguo knew the weaknesses of the firearms.

The black Goryeo Army tried to maintain the distance between each team. This was the experience that the female troops exchanged for the Goryeo people with their lives. Only by dispersing the teams can they effectively avoid the bombardment of artillery. As long as they rush into the opponent's ranks alive, the power of the musket and bayonets is definitely not as powerful as a spear at close range.

The artillery of the Zhenbei Army began to fire freely. Where the shells fell, bloody craters were like the entrance to hell. Goryeo dodged a little, and rushed through the thick smoke. Someone stabbed his injured companion to end their pain. There was no sign of life in the eyes of the advanceer. Anyway, retreating would mean death, so it would be better to rush over and die with the opponent. While hiding, Goryeo soldiers found that lying on the ground could avoid most of the burst shrapnel. Soon, this blood-stained experience spread on the battlefield. Goryeo soldiers fell down, got up, fell down, and slowly entered the range of the Zhenbei Army cavalry infantry.

This time, the Northern Zhen Army did not connect the chariots with iron chains, but formed several chariots in a group into a herringbone formation that was conducive to the attack. The musketeers walked slowly behind the chariots as they advanced. On the flanks of each car, ragged but highly morale returned team members, holding various weapons and acting as guards.

Two hundred steps, one hundred and fifty steps, one hundred steps. The artillery stopped shooting. This time, the Zhenbei Army did not directly create a no-manned area in the middle of the Korean team like last time. In the battle summary a few days ago, Zhang Zhengwu reported that if there was another intensive shooting, the Zhenbei Army would not have any extra shells to attack Liaoyang City. Although the logistics was smooth, the supply obviously could not meet the consumption.

The earth, which was trembling with the roar of artillery, suddenly returned to silence. The sound of the wind seemed particularly clear in this tranquility. In everyone's ears, the sudden sound of the wind was as terrifying as ghosts. In an instant, Ning Jing was broken by the sound of the fire guns like a bean-like fire, and the shouts from the Korean charging sounded like thunder.

The tide of the Korean people rushed up, one after another; almost all the musketeers of the Zhenbei Army could see the wounds that were punched when the opponent fell down. Under the command of the unified sergeant drums, the chariots advanced simultaneously. Two troops moving forward collided together, and almost the entire Liaodong land heard the dull collision, and blood splashed.

The huge front panel of the chariot was covered with corpses. The Goryeo, who had not yet died, struggled unwillingly, waving his limbs. The northern army marched forward in unison. At the critical moment of life and death, no one would pity their opponents. Blood was like flowing water, and life was like dust.

After paying countless lives, the smart Korean warriors avoided the frontal impact of the chariot and rushed into the gap between the chariots. The faces in the gap seemed familiar. They saw prisoners of war who would only squat on the ground with their heads a few days ago. With the residual power, the Korean warriors rushed towards their former slaves. There should be a weak link in the entire chariot array and they should be able to tear the gap open.

Almost all the Korean soldiers recognized this. A group of soldiers, regardless of the fire of the muskets, raised their steel knives and rushed towards the Ming soldiers who had just joined the Northern Army. The archers also took the opportunity to shoot arrows from behind the shield into the air. With the sound of wind, the sharp arrows hit the Ming soldiers who did not have too many defense armors like rain.

"Success", the Koreans who rushed to the front felt a burst of ecstasy in their hearts and rushed to their opponents in a few steps. They almost foresaw their opponents' heads and ran away. However, they were wrong, and this mistake ruined their lives. The cowardly slave of the former pushed away the body of his companion and rushed towards him. He raised his hand, and the sword light passed through the Koreans' chest, and flew away with blood with his head.

A Ming warrior was chopped down by a Koryo man with a knife. When he fell to the ground, he used all his strength to hold his opponent's legs. His companions used the Jurchen sword to slam the Koryo man's sternum.

A Ming soldier was stabbed by his opponent, and a former servant rushed into the arms of the Goryeo people, and the tip of the knife was exposed from the backs of the two of them at the same time.

They were indeed slaves, and their lives were as lowly as weeds. Anyone could step on them at will. But just a few days ago, they had already stood up and straightened their backbone. From then on, no one could let them fall alive.

A few days ago, the Zhenbei Army hugged the brothers with its broad chest. Not only did they not discriminate against them, but they also formed them into a team and sent backbones to organize them to explain the unique military rules of the Zhenbei Army. Not only did they receive military pay, but the logistics department also tried their best to provide them with some armor and registered insurance and insurance recipients. All of this gave them the idea of ​​being rewarded with national talents. At the celebration banquet, the people who were rescued were dwelling.

However, he sat with the soldiers of Zhenbei Army who rescued them. For the first time in his life, he received a toast from the legendary hero Chang Mao and Wu'anguo. The extremely noble King Yan actually held a wine glass and called them brothers. At that time, many people felt reborn. The officers sent stopped their urge to kneel down and thank them. The officers told them that this team could not kneel down and bow down, with the sky above their heads and feet on the earth. Everyone stood upright in it with straight backs.

If most of the fighting power of the Goryeo people has been deprived of most of the musketeers behind the chariots, the Goryeo people's courage to fight to the death was defeated by the Ming soldiers at the moment when the hand and blades intersected. These people were not afraid of death at all. Death was almost like a feast for them. When the Ming soldiers with feather arrows were full of feather arrows struggling to get up and rushed towards their opponents, the Goryeo soldiers who were right with him shouted and ran back quickly. The devil, at the moment when they were shot down by the musket, the Goryeo soldiers thought unwillingly.

An hour later, with the collapse of attack points, the Goryeo infantry began to be defeated on the whole line. Even though they knew that there was a big river blocking the way backwards, and they were even supervising the battle before they retreated to the river, the Goryeo soldiers still ran back desperately. They would rather drown than die under such an opponent's knife. Some soldiers were tripped by corpses, raised their weapons, and knelt on the ground to wait for fate's arrangements. Some simply lay in the pile of dead people and wiped blood on their faces to pretend to be dead.

Cui Hao stood outside the range of the cannon, saw all this clearly through the telescope, and sighed. He did not blame his soldiers. If he met such an opponent, even if he stood in front of the formation, he would be heartbroken. No one could stop the team's footsteps. He knew that his war career was completely over. Waving the handsome flag, Cui Hao issued his last order. A cannon rushed to the sky with a "bang" and drew a thick smoke.

Among the bushes far away from the river beach, the Korean cavalry rushed out with shouts. The riders stood up straight and bowed down to try to reduce the burden on the horse. Like countless sharp arrows, they shot towards the rear team of the Northern Army and the places where artillery gathered.

Zhu Di smiled softly, and a general order came out, and several fireworks drew a brilliant fog in the air. Chang Mao, who had been patient for a long time, each led a cavalry to rush towards the Goryeo people. The colorful camouflage uniforms swept across the Goryeo team like a flood, splitting and chopping them up.

The Ming soldiers took off the bodies of the infantry fighting chariots, moved the limbs under the wheels, and arranged the ranks to continue to advance towards the river beach. Soldiers came out to gather the surrendered Goryeo soldiers and ordered the captives to carry the injured Goryeo soldiers aside to wait for treatment. In the distance, the retreating Goryeo people slowly found courage under the rain of arrows in the supervision team. The subordinate officers who led the team gathered them and prepared for a second collision.

"Tell the infantry in front not to move forward too fast. The Goryeo people distanced us from each other, so that the artillery could attack them. Notify Zhang Zhengwu's artillery to fire as much as possible in places with the Goryeo battle flag and kill the officers who led the team. The remaining soldiers would not have the courage to persevere." Wu Anguo looked at the battle situation, turned his horse's head and came to Zhu Di's side, and whispered a suggestion.

Zhu Di quickly asked the messenger to convey Wu Anguo's suggestion. After working together for a long time, they cooperated very well. The two horses stood on a slope with a very good view. Here, they could clearly judge the entire battle situation. Wu Anguo picked up the telescope and looked at the direction of the cavalry. The Goryeo cavalry retreated step by step under the attack of Chang Mao and others. Looking at the riverside, outside the range of artillery fire, Cui Hao's flag was still standing proudly, and a large number of reserve Goryeo soldiers lined up in neatly guarded by him.

At this point, Cui Hao was still so calm. Wu Anguo secretly admired his opponent's calmness. No, an unknown premonition suddenly flashed in his heart. Cui Hao preserved his strength, and he seemed to have been waiting for something. He was startled by his thoughts. Wu Anguo turned his face to look at Zhu Di, and was facing Zhu Di's gaze that he looked over for consultation.

Zhu Di saw Wu Anguo looking at him, his eyes full of doubts. Then, he saw that the doubts in Wu Anguo's eyes turned into anxiety. Then, he saw Wu Anguo standing up from the kickstand, jumping up, and pounced on him like an eagle.

The war horse could not bear the huge body falling from Wu'anguo's altitude, and his legs weakened, lifting the two of them to the ground. At this moment, Zhu Di heard Zhang Zhengxin's scream, heard the roar of the soldiers, and a hot thing flowed onto his face.

Pushing away Wu'anguo's heavy body, he saw Zhang Zhengxin rushing down the slope like a whirlwind with the guard regiment, chopping down several people in the Ming army uniforms of the returning team. One of them shot out a cannon before falling to the ground, and then was chopped into meat sauce by the angry soldiers coming towards him. An assassin got into the team of the returning team soldiers to assassinate him, and Zhu Di immediately judged the cause and effect of the whole matter. He looked down at Wu'anguo. Four or five crossbow arrows were inserted on the back of the man like a black iron tower, and black blood gushed out from his back.

"Brother Wu!" Zhu Di shouted heart-wrenchingly. This was the second time Wu'anguo sacrificed his life to save him. He opened his mouth and bit the crossbow arrow on Wu'anguo's back.

A generous big hand held Zhu Di's head, and Wu Anguo turned his body hard and avoided it. "The arrow is poisonous, call Zhen Yaolai. My armor is strong and I can't die for a while. You can't be confused. Stabilize the team. Cui Hao will soon launch the last attack. The three armies must be commanded."

"Help me up and tell everyone that I was slightly injured." Wu Anguo watched the soldiers surrounded him and ordered Zhang Zhengxin who was rushing back.

The scout commander Wang Feiyu, with a kickstick, ran down the dirt slope with a few scouts, shouting loudly as he ran: "General Wu has the body of Jiaoli Baojia, but he was only slightly injured. Please ask the military battalion commander Zhen Yao, and ask the military battalion commander Zhen Yao." The soldiers on the dirt slope were stunned and immediately understood Wang Feiyu's intentions. Then he shouted, "The King of Yan is fine, the Marquis of Wu has only slightly injured, and the Marquis of Wu has only slightly injured." As they shouted, Wu Anguo supported Zhang Zhengxin and stood up slowly.

"Even if I die, don't let me fall before the situation of the battle is clear," Wu Anguo ordered, leaning his body against Zhang Zhengxin's shoulder, and black blood flowed down Zhang Zhengxin's body, flowing into the drought land beneath his feet.

Zhu Di wiped his face, grabbed the telescope and looked into the distance. The Goryeo soldiers shouted, rushed back under the guidance of the officers, and some trouble occurred on the cavalry. The generals of the Zhenbei Army kept turning back to watch from him.

"Rise the battle flag high for me, so that brothers should not believe the lies of the Goryeo people. Come and bring the war drums to me." Looking at Wu Anguo's haggard face, Zhu Di shouted the order.

The soldiers of the Guards quickly brought a big drum, and just now let the assassin approach, everyone was responsible for poor guards. Once something happened to Wuhou, even if no one pursued him, everyone would regret it for life. Therefore, they wished that the sooner the battle would end, the better. Zhen Yao and Chen Shitai came together and blocked Wu'anguo's back with cloth.

"Dong", King Yan Zhu Di beat the drum of decisive battle. "Dong", more than 20 war drums in the central army were beaten together. "Dong", the war drums of each battalion agreed in unison. The soldiers of Zhenbei Army stepped on the drum sound, shot out angry bullets, and chopped off the angry sabers. Chang Mao heard the drum sound, shouted loudly, smashed the head of the enemy in front of him with his right hand, and smashed the shoulder blades of the other opponent with a mace with his left hand. Under his hands, there were almost no generals. With him as the blade, the cavalry stabbed the opponent's heart. Wang Zhenghao and Mei Yi, under his command, formed two other steel knives and rushed back and forth in the Goryeo team with their men. The central army was fine, the Goryeo people were spreading rumors, the King of Yan was beating the drum to cheer for everyone, and the general was guarding the King of Yan, and the morale of the North was like rainbow.

"Dong, dongdong, dongdongdongdong", the entire Jinbei Army's war drums sounded with the sound of the central army, forming a melody.

This drum is called Breaking Formation. It comes from the powerful early Tang Dynasty and records the heroic passion and dreams of men. Back then, this song accompanied the Tang Dynasty men across the desert and built the Great Wall directly in the hearts of the Turks.

The King of Qin broke the formation and joy.
Chapter completed!