Chapter 1137 The Battle that Will Be Committed to Become Historical Books

More and more wolf cavalry gradually recovered their courage because they found that the attacking Han people had no support! Only the team of seven or eight thousand people appeared, and it was difficult for them to withdraw after attacking the baggage battalion. At this time, how could the wolf cavalry give up such a good opportunity?

General Wang Ting, commander of the central army, was already furious. Such a small number of troops dared to launch such a fearless attack on his team, and it actually scared him. If he did not kill all these Han soldiers, he would be unable to calm his anger.

Facing the wolf cavalry that had already surrounded him, the Black Flag Army soldiers guarding the enemy's baggage battalion knew that it was time to fight to the death. Chu Feiyun finally understood why Song Zihui said that they would hold on for at least half an hour. Without half an hour, it would be impossible for the enemy's team to be all mobilized.

If you want to destroy the enemy in one battle, you cannot let the enemy's extremely fast cavalry disperse.

Song Zihui did not lie to them. From the beginning, Song Zihui made it very clear and asked them to hold on for at least half an hour. Moreover, in order to ensure that the enemy would be attracted, he would not have given him too much troops, and only six Zhechuan camps were allowed.

The only benefit now is that with the help of the carriages of the baggage camp, soldiers can avoid being shot by the enemy's feather arrows as much as possible.

"Brothers!"

Chu Feiyun shouted with the greatest strength, trying his best to let more people hear his voice: "Today's battle! These disasters have harmed our home for the end of the Mongolian and Yuan Tartars over the years! And to succeed, the key lies in us! General Song said, let us persist for at least half an hour! Then we can't let General Song or the enemy look down upon! Even if we die, we will die like a man who stands tall and upright!"

He cut a feather arrow shot through with one knife, picked up a spear and threw it out, poking the wolf cavalry in the front off the horse's back.

"If one day our descendants ask who gave them a quiet and happy life, and those who are still alive can pat their chests and say loudly, "It's my damn me!" He also told others for the brothers who died in battle that there are no dead people, there will be no good days for you!"

He turned around and flashed a scimitar that was chopped off from the horse's back, and the knife stabbed back into the war horse's stomach. The sticky internal organs and fishy blood suddenly spurted out of the horse's belly. The war horse wailed and fell to the ground. The wolf cavalry on the horse's back was thrown out from a distance, and before he could stand up, his head was cut off by another black flag soldier.

"We are in the army!"

Chu Feiyun cut off the front hoof of a war horse with one sword. The wolf cavalry on the horse's back jumped down before the horse fell. Before he could land, Chu Feiyun stabbed into his lower abdomen and directly threw his body backwards. Chu Feiyun couldn't beat him, so he stepped on the wolf cavalry's head. With a puff, his head and helmet were shrunk at the same time, and blood flowed out of the sockets that squeezed out his eyes.

"Over the years, how many people have cursed us soldiers secretly, and we can scold them all in bad words, but when we come to the battlefield, we still rely on us to protect them!"

Chu Feiyun roared: "Whether it is a natural disaster or a man-made disaster, as long as we soldiers stand in front of them, it should be a mountain!"

He took off half of a wolf cavalry's shoulder with one knife, and kicked the incomplete body of the enemy out: "Today, we are this mountain!"

On the hillside

When Song Zihui saw that the Wolf Cavalry Central Army had surrounded Chu Feiyun's team from all directions, he turned around and shouted: "Detect the cannon! The whole army attacked!"

He pulled out the long sword by his waist and rushed forward the first: "Tell the people in the Firearms Camp that before my men rushed down the hillside, I would shoot all the shells!"

A literati was so fierce when he shouted this sentence to shoot me all the shells!

Perhaps the Mongols who were defeated this time did not expect that what happened to their ancestors would repeat themselves. When the Sui Dynasty was established more than 200 years ago, the Khan of the Mongols personally fought with the Emperor Taizu of the Great Sui Dynasty, Yang Jian, and the Emperor of the Great Sui Dynasty, also had a war on this land that influenced later generations.

It is precisely because of this great war that the Mongol Yuan did not invade the Central Plains for more than 200 years.

In that battle, the elite Han infantry actually severely damaged the wolf cavalry of the Mongols without prevailing military strength, and the number of deaths in battle was far less than that of the Mongols. From this battle, the Mongols attached importance to the Han army's array operations. It was from this battle that the Yang family royal family decided to raise the land in the northwest and use it as a battlefield.

Today, something like this happened again.

The Black Flag Army, which had a significantly less force than the Mongols, looked like a down-and-out refugee, smashed the wolf cavalry into pieces. After all the firearm battalions had all the shells, a scholar Song Zihui rushed to the front and broke into the chaotic wolf cavalry team.

"General!"

His personal guard grabbed him: "Leave the charge to us! You don't understand martial arts, what if there is a mistake!"

"You go away!"

Song Zihui pushed his personal guard away: "Chu Feiyun and his brothers were bleeding and fighting hard. Although I don't understand martial arts and have weak strength, I also have a passion! If I die with my brothers today, I can drink and chat with them in the nine springs. If I hurried behind today, I will have no shame to fill the soil for the dead brothers' new graves!"

With a puff, at this moment, a wolf cavalry who broke through from unknown direction slashed Song Zihui's back with a knife. If Song Zihui hadn't had the heavy armor on his body, this sword would have lifted his spine out. Even so, the force on the scimitar still shocked him so that he threw himself forward.

Song Zihui struggled to stand up, roared and rushed over, his arms tightly guarding the wolf cavalry's waist and knocking him down. Not to mention that he could not kill people, he had almost never even fought. Although he had many troops in Ping'an County, he had never charged in the battle like today.

He just hugged the wolf cavalry and fell down, but he didn't know what to do next. Fortunately, the wolf cavalry fell to the ground and shook the scimitar in his hand, otherwise he would be very lucky. The guards were shocked when they saw it, rushed over and pulled Song Zihui up, and then dismembered the wolf cavalry's scattered sword.

Song Zihui stumbled to find his horizontal knife, picked it up and rushed forward.

His personal guards went up to save him, but he refused to retreat when he died. The personal guards had no choice but to protect him in the middle and rushed forward. This may be a rare scene since ancient times. Every time they fought, the bravest generals in the army were the ones who rushed to the front. But today, the scholar who rushed to the front was a powerless scholar.

Because of this, the soldiers of the Black Flag Army went crazy and rushed forward with a roar. This Black Flag Army, which had been running around for several months since leaving Yishui, had not rested, and had even been cut off from water and food, burst out all the potential in its body at this moment.

"Go and save Chu Feiyun!"

Song Zihui vomited blood in his mouth. In the end, if his guards had not supported him, he would have been unable to move. He rushed forward in the crowd, even with his guards, he still suffered two more hits. The heaviest thing was that a wolf cavalry general had just hit his mace on his chest, and this time it almost smashed his heart protection mirror.

At this time, Song Zihui looked so pale.

"kill!"

Who says scholars are unscrupulous?

The soldiers were infected and attacked forward with fearless fear. The wolf cavalry, whose formation was already scattered, was broken by the impact. The loss of contact between the front and rear teams prompted the wolf cavalry attacked by the central army to panic. In order to stabilize the team, General Wang Ting, who led the army, personally led his troops to attack the main general who planned to kill the Han people, but when he rushed to the front, he was shocked by what he saw.

The weak-hearted man who could fall at any time was supported by someone to attack. Even though his legs were not strong enough to stand up straight, he was still taking steps.

Refusing to stop.

"Kill him! You must kill him!"

General Wang Ting seemed to see a devil, and his face changed color. There was a voice in his heart that told him that he had to kill the Han general. So he rushed forward with his personal soldiers, but the crowd was dense and the speed advantage of the war horse could not be exerted at all.

Seeing that he was about to squeeze in front of the Han general, a sound of heavy rain falling on the lotus leaves came over. General Wangting, who had more than a dozen blood mists burst out from his body, fell down from his horse's back. About seven or eight hundred soldiers from the firearm battalion were infected by the blood of his comrades and rushed up with muskets.

After a series of shooting, General Wang Ting died in vain.

Song Zihui's subordinates were not large, and Fang Jie gave him the military order to find the decisive battle of the Mongols and Yuan people. Fang Jie told him that you should watch the battle in the northwest by yourself, and you are not allowed to lose. If Fang Jie were there, he would not have thought that Song Zihui would actually fight in this way.

All the blood was boiling, and all the murderous aura was spreading.

Perhaps only Song Zihui knew how vigorous the flame was in his heart. He remembered the burning, killing and looting of the Mongols in Ping'an County. The unjust souls under the scimitar lived in his mind. He had been waiting for today's battle since the moment he led his troops, just for this home called Zhongyuan.

Just for the dead people.

"Cut the flag!"

The shaky Song Zihui shouted hoarsely, and the horizontal knife in his hand trembled and pointed at General Wang Ting's banner.

His personal barracks rushed up shouting and chopped melons and vegetables, turning over the wolf cavalry in front. The wolf cavalry had been scared by these red-eyed Han people. There was no more pride of wolf cavalry that had lasted for more than a thousand years? The big flag embroidered with the wolf head was chopped over, and cheers immediately rang.

For the Wolf Cavalry, the cheers were like the last blow that defeated their minds.

Failed

Completely defeated.

This wolf cavalry, who became confused after entering the northwest, eventually lost in fighting spirit. In other people's homes, they could not find the courage they had before. When the number was obviously superior and all were cavalry, the wolf cavalry was defeated in a shameful way. This battle would also leave a strong mark in history books, just like the battle in the northwest of Yang Jian, the Emperor Taizu of the Great Sui Dynasty, in the northwest. It was even more important than that battle. During that battle, Yang Jian was expanding territory, and this battle was for revenge.

I don’t know who was the first to throw away the scimitar in his hand and lay on the ground and beg for mercy.

This is a plague that spreads like a storm in the Mongolian and Yuan army.
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