Chapter 1948 Fierce Battle at Haitou, Winter Thunder
The armies of both sides fought fiercely on the battlefield with a radius of about three or four miles, and the sound of killing was loud.
The horns sounded, the horses galloped, and the Han cavalry swept over.
The Yarkand and Qiuci people that Que Su was looking forward to did arrive in time. This made Que Su think that God had not abandoned him. However, this was just Que Su's illusion. It was like everyone thinking that they were before the lottery was drawn.
He is just like a lucky person, but he doesn't know that in addition to luck, there is something called a "black box" in this world.
The Qiuchi and Han cavalry were instantly defeated.
Seeing that the momentum was not right, the Yarkand people howled twice, then followed the Kucha people and ran away far away.
The scene was extremely chaotic for a time, because the defeat was so fast that Lu Bu even doubted whether it was a trap set by the Kucha and Yarkand people. After consciously sorting out the queue, he discovered that these Kucha and Yarkand people had really escaped.
I couldn't laugh or cry for a while.
War will bring death, but war also brings improvements in weapons and equipment. Although the overall number of soldiers in the Western Region is more than Lu Bu, in terms of combat effectiveness, they are not superior, especially in terms of momentum, professional soldiers and
There is a gap between part-time farmers themselves, and for these barbarians in the Western Regions, their previous wars were at most a battle between cities, and there was basically no strategic layout like the Han people.
Sunset in the west.
Que Su looked at the sky and listened to the killing sounds in his ears, but his heart was trembling. The pain and despair continued to hit his heart like a raging wave. What should I do? Should I continue to stay here? Or break out and retreat.
?Or surrender?
"Kill! Ha!" Yun Er roared loudly, waving a thick and long iron rod, carrying wind and thunder and blood drops all over the sky. When the rod hit it, a bald bearded head suddenly exploded.
, a bloody body fell onto the grass piled with debris with half a shrill scream.
Several barbarians who were forced into a desperate situation howled, and with their eyes closed, they raised their spears and stabbed at Yun Er randomly. Three swords also hit Yun Er's side. Yun Er turned slightly to avoid it.
The spear stabbed and the iron rod whizzed down, hitting the two barbarians until they vomited blood and fell to the ground. At the same time, Yun Er made a free punch and punched it hard, hitting the face of the barbarian who was slashing from the side with a knife.
Suddenly, his nose and mouth were crooked, and he was beaten with a knife until he fell on his back, with blood spurting out of his mouth.
However, Yun Er rushed too far forward. In the melee, a battle ax suddenly appeared, aimed at Yun Er's back and struck it down!
A Yunrong tribesman who was following Yun Er flew up into the air, and the spear in his hand was inserted into the neck of the big man holding the ax at an alarming speed. Blood burst out. The strength of the ax in this Hu man's hand was slightly reduced, but he still made a bang.
On Yunji’s back!
Yun Er stumbled and almost fell down. The barbarian saw an opportunity and another barbarian held a knife, aiming at the crooked Yun Er's neck and slashing at him like crazy!
When Meng Hong, who was fighting fiercely more than ten steps away, saw it, he immediately subconsciously pulled out the flying knife from his waist, roared and threw it! The flying knife roared all the way and penetrated hard into the waist of the barbarian.
The Hu man's body was shaken violently, and he let out a long miserable howl. The sword in his hand lost its accuracy, and struck Yun Er's shoulder with a clang!
Yun Er tilted his head and fell to the ground. Yun Rong's tribesmen were shocked and hurriedly rushed forward, slashing at the barbarians who came up and trying to protect Yun Er with all their lives.
A moment later, Yun'er stood up unsteadily with his slanted armor, wiped a handful of blood from the corner of his mouth, then opened his eyes wide and angrily shouted at the tribesmen around him: "Who stepped on my face? Ah?"
Who stepped on it?』
The Han army was as powerful as a rainbow, but the more Que Su defended, the more they collapsed. As the Kucha and Shache people withdrew from the battlefield, Que Su finally persisted for an hour before laying down his weapons and surrendering.
The night falls darkly.
Southwest of Haitou.
Excellent city.
The Kushan troops were stationed here.
Because of racial differences, people in Kushan are relatively taller than people in the Western Regions. Therefore, many Kushan people think that they are superior to the Hu people in the Western Regions.
Anggu, the leader of the Kushan army, led two battalions of men and horses, and rode a Dawan war horse. Not only was he a head taller, but the war horse was also a head taller. Over the years, he had been shouting and drinking a lot, and he was consciously very arrogant. They all felt that the big man was nothing.
It's amazing that the dispatch of troops this time even felt like Anggu was making a fuss out of a molehill. The Han people would have been defeated without even having to dispatch troops themselves.
So when the scouts reported that the Han people were coming, many Kushan people were overjoyed. They even thought that with this battle record, they could be transferred back to the hinterland of Kushan instead of continuing in this damn place.
The inferior land is waiting...
Just like the officials sent by the Han Dynasty in the Western Regions, these Kushan people who are far away from the mainland of Kushan are also eager to return to the hinterland of Kushan one day early.
Anggu thought so too, so he laughed and ordered to march early the next morning.
Of course, in order to maintain the physical strength of the war horse, Anggu did not move very fast along the way. Then when he was halfway there, Anggu received a request for help from the Kucha people.
The Kucha people claimed that the Han people were ferocious, and begged Angu to speed up, or order the outflanking flanks in the north and south directions to support first...
However, Ungu refused.
What Ang Gu wanted was a great victory, not simply to drive away the Han people. To drive away the Han people was only part of his original responsibilities. Only by defeating the Han people could it be considered an achievement and would he have the capital to transfer them back.
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So Anggu pointed angrily at the Kucha people and shouted, saying that the coalition forces of Kucha and others had almost more than 20,000 people, but how many Han people were there? Even if the Han people wanted to defeat them, how much time would it take? How many troops would be consumed? Is it possible?
Qiuci and his group of 20,000 people couldn't even hold on for two or three days?
Anggu also said that even if emergency reinforcements are ordered now, among other things, the physical strength of the war horses will be greatly reduced, and the most important thing is that the time for the attack has been agreed upon. Once it changes, the original time will be lost.
All plans must be changed? What if the Han people catch the gap and escape? In order to completely annihilate the Han people, we must act according to the plan and cannot support in advance.
Of course, Angu still had something hidden in his heart. If he failed to win a big victory and was only temporarily defeated, how could he have enough merit to return to the imperial capital? Therefore, for Angu, even if he turned the Western Region into a mess,
It doesn't matter, as long as I can go back, then this mess will naturally be the next general's problem...
However, what happened next was beyond Angu's expectation. Scouts reported one after another that a fierce battle was taking place in Moon Lake. The Han people surrounded the Yanqi people and attacked crazily. The Yanqi people suffered heavy losses. Although the Kucha and Shache people rushed
He went to the rescue, but was quickly repelled by the Han people...
Now some of the Han people have stayed in Moon Lake, and some are heading northwest along the retreat direction of the Kucha and Shache people...
Anggu swallowed his saliva and did not issue any orders for a long time. It was not until he received the news that the Nuoqiang people on the flank were coming at a fast speed that he ordered his men to gallop slowly towards the Moon Lake in Haitou.
At this moment, on the northwest battlefield of Moon Lake, Jiang Ji and his cavalry were chasing the Kucha and Shache people all the way, but both sides seemed to have their own goals and neither used their full strength.
The Kucha Shache people seemed to be focused on running away, and Jiang Ji did not pursue them with all his strength.
It wasn't until the Kucha people and the Shache people bumped into the Shule people who came according to the original plan that the atmosphere suddenly became tense...
And it's a little weird.
Normally, after receiving reinforcements, they should immediately launch an attack on the Han people. However, after the Shule people encountered the Kucha people and the Shache people, after a period of inexplicable confusion, they did not launch a fierce offensive, but slowly
Press forward and form a confrontation with Jiang Ji.
Jiang Ji keenly grasped such an unusual change. While sending people to report to Lu Bu behind him, he also kept a certain distance from these barbarians from the Western Regions and rushed forward without being hot-headed. The two sides seemed to have a tacit understanding.
Waiting, waiting for a result.
In the evening of the next day, after Lu Bu received feedback from Jiang Ji, the scouts who dispersed also reported that they had discovered the Kushan people coming from the southwest.
Anggu also received the latest news on the Moon Lake battlefield. The scouts reported back that the battle between the Yanqi and the Han people seemed to have ended. There was no news from the north for the time being, but the Nuoqiang in the south was still some distance away...
Anggu asked if there were any soldiers who had escaped from the battlefield, so that he could learn more about the Han army, including the whereabouts of the missing Kucha and Yarkand people. However, the scout reported back that these deserters were ordinary soldiers and were not at all
I can’t even count clearly, let alone what happened in Moon Lake...
"Immediately send someone to urge Nuqiang and Shule again, order them to throw away all the burdens and get here as quickly as possible!" Anggu realized that something was wrong, pointed the horsewhip in his hand at the messenger and said, "Quick, definitely
be quick!"
However, what Angu didn't expect was that Lu Bu pressed forward again, leading his men and horses to fight here!
As soon as Anggu's surprised expression appeared on his face, it turned into anger, and then he showed a ferocious smile, "Okay, I have the guts..." He suddenly looked back and roared at the top of his lungs, "Blow the trumpet, blow the trumpet, quickly
go ahead……"
The passionate horn sound soared into the sky, and the Kushan troops led by Anggu moved upon hearing the horn. They kicked the horses in the belly one by one and began to gallop. The horses neighed in pain and their speed suddenly accelerated.
Angu believed that his men and horses were full of energy, but the Han people's men and horses had just gone through a big battle, and their vitality and blood were bound to be weakened. At this time, the Han people rushed over, simply seeking death, so Angu could not find any reason to escape.
Even though it is now about a day earlier than the originally planned battle time...
At worst, it's a night battle, why should we avoid it because of this?
Although it was said that after most of the day's repairs, the Han cavalry had not fully recovered. This is normal. After all, the acid accumulated in the muscles due to a large outbreak cannot be eliminated in a short time.
However, Lu Bu had his own ideas.
From the northwest, Jiang Ji reported that he had encountered reinforcements from the Western Regions, which meant that this time the opponent's troops were not just the ones in front of him, so he continued to wait. Although his physical strength could be restored, there was a possibility that more enemy troops would arrive.
If you can defeat the Kushan people, then the rest of the barbarians in the Western Regions will naturally be intimidated, and the overall situation will naturally be determined...
Storms and thunder broke out again on the battlefield.
"Blow the trumpet...beat the drum..."
"Come here! Send the order to the right wing! When charging, be fast and ruthless!" Lu Bu explained, "Don't let these guys contact the northwest!"
The ordering soldier responded loudly, and then went to find Wei to continue the order.
Lu Bu's horse was galloping, and suddenly he raised his halberd high and shouted wildly: "Big man! Mighty! Big man! Victory!"
The roar was powerful, drifting in the wind across the open fields, and went straight into the hearts of the Han soldiers. Yun Er, who was following Lu Bu, was trembling with excitement. He also roared loudly and raised the battle flag in his hand high.
The battle flag of the Han Dynasty fluttered in the wind, making a hunting sound in the air, with an astonishing momentum.
"Big man! Mighty!"
"Big man! Won the victory!!"
The roar was like thunder, and the explosions resounded throughout the sky.
Lu Bu took the lead, pointing his halberd forward, "Kill, kill!"
In the vast wilderness, two majestic torrents accumulated maximum energy, carrying wind and thunder all over the sky, roaring from the east and west directions, and collided with each other!
The sky and the earth suddenly lost color, the originally gray sky suddenly began to darken, and dark clouds gathered.
"Rumble..."
Thunder exploded in the sky.
"Rumble..."
The torrent on the ground roared louder, like a mountain collapsing and the earth cracking, and the killing sound rising into the sky instantly drowned out the bursts of thunder from the sky.
War horses are galloping, neighing, trampling, soldiers are shouting, fighting, and flying together with the long arrows in the sky. Although the accents of both sides are different, they all represent the same meaning: "Kill..."
In this land, the Han people represented by Lu Bu and the Kushan people represented by Angu once again came into close contact after Banchao. Both sides burst out with sweat and blood, struggled, collided, and released huge emotions.
With all their energy, they try to pin the opponent down, ruthlessly ravage the opponent, and completely defeat the opponent.
In a short period of time, nearly a thousand people on both sides fell completely and disappeared among the rolling hooves of horses...
Lu Bu killed through the Kushan formation, suddenly vibrated Fang Tian's painted halberd in the air, and the blood and residual flesh flew out, and issued an order, "Reorganize the queue, reorganize the queue..."
Yun Er also followed suit and shook the flesh and bones on the iron rod. But what he didn't know was that there were scales on the long handle of Lu Bu Fangtian's painted halberd. Even if it was stained with flesh and blood, it would still remain intact.
The friction force, but the iron rod in Yun's hand did not have these lines, and he almost flew out of his hand with a shake...
Anggu was very surprised, surprised by the strong resilience of the Han people, but he still believed that victory should still belong to him. He even believed that the Han people were fighting for their lives before night. When night fell, the Han people would have no choice but to run for their lives.
, so he turned his horse's head, roared shrilly, and organized the formation again, "Kill, kill them, don't let the Han people go!"
The sky was getting dark, the clouds were rolling, and it was obvious that there would be a thunderstorm.
During the Little Ice Age, cold fronts repeatedly oppressed the warm climate, and the humidity and warmth naturally rebounded from time to time. Under the violent intersection of the two sides, winter thunder naturally appeared.
Just when the two sides were preparing to form an array for combat again, the first bolt of lightning struck down, attracting the attention of many people. Soon, these people couldn't look away...
Because in the light of falling lightning, a flag suddenly appeared on the edge of the battlefield. It was so dark that it was not clear what kind of flag it was, what words were written on it, and what patterns were drawn on it, but it was indeed a flag.
The appearance of the flag means that a new unit has arrived and will join the battlefield.
"General! People from the south! Our reinforcements must be here..."
The Kushan soldiers suddenly burst into cheers, their morale was high, and shouts and shouts were heard everywhere.
Ang Gu nodded with satisfaction, "Come, come and take a look. If the people from Nu Qiang arrive, let them join the battlefield as soon as possible and eliminate this group of Han people!"
The Kushan soldiers excitedly ran towards the direction of the flag. As they got closer, with the help of the remaining light, they vaguely identified the appearance of the Qiang people. After a distance, they shouted and shouted at the group of Qiang people.
The people issued Ungu's order.
This group of Qiang people seemed to understand, and began to urge their horses to gallop forward.
Kushan's messenger shouted with a smile, and excitedly rode his horse close to the Qiang people, preparing to point out the direction of attack to the Qiang leader. However, he saw a strange smile on the Qiang people's faces, and lightning flashes from time to time.
The thunder was full of strangeness.
Before the Kushan soldiers could figure out what was going on, they were chopped off by the "Qiang leader". At almost the same time, several other Kushan soldiers were also hacked to death or stabbed to death...
The Qiang leader shouted in a deep voice: "Change the flag!"
A Qiang man agreed, took out a flag from his arms, then pulled off the flag that was originally attached to the gun shaft, and threw it on the ground.
The war horses galloped past, trampling the original flag into the mud...
A new flag was hung above the gun barrel. Although it was hung temporarily and was a little crooked, every stroke on the flag still gave off a desolate atmosphere!
"Chinese"!
…
In Dunhuang City, Li Ru turned his head to look at the stormy sky, watching the faint flashes of lightning on the horizon, then lowered his eyes, stretched out two thin fingers with exposed veins, picked up a white piece, and dropped it on the chessboard.
On top, while blocking one of the black dragon's air holes, it also connected two white holes.
Amidst the faint wind and thunder, the black and white colors on the chessboard seemed to be transformed into black and white soldiers, roaring, twisting, and slashing in the vast sky and earth, with flesh and blood flying everywhere, and corpses everywhere.
And on the bloody chessboard, there is a pair of slender eyes of Li Ru...
