Wu Ming had been wounded all over his body. His left arm had been broken by a blunt object and could only hang by his side. The arrow shaft on his calf also made it difficult for him to move. The blood flowing from his chest had already soaked his shirt.
Almost all of the hussars around him were injured, but even so, they still limped along with Wu Ming and fought hard in a small area!
Under the feet of these hussar soldiers are blood and corpses, like an insurmountable wall forged by courage and faith!
The strength gradually drained from Wu Ming's body, making him a little dizzy, and even the enemy in front of him began to appear as a ghost.
There were shouts everywhere, and Wu Ming couldn't tell whether it was the Cao soldiers in front of him who were shouting, or the hussar soldiers who were following behind. A hussar soldier rushed up and stood side by side with Wu Ming and others.
Fighting, it doesn't matter how many Cao troops are in front of you, or whether anyone is following behind!
Wu Ming and others didn't know whether they could win, or how long they would have to fight here. They just understood one thing, even if they died here, they had to face the enemy!
In his blurred vision, Wu Ming saw a black figure rushing towards him. He couldn't see its face clearly, but the sword and gun in the black figure's hand shone coldly amidst the fire and blood!
Wu Ming reluctantly turned around and dodged the spear thrust by the black shadow, and then tried to clamp the opponent's spear with his broken left arm, but found that his injured arm could not exert any strength at all, and the opponent broke free.
He was also unsteady and almost fell to the ground.
A hussar soldier beside Wu Ming pushed Wu Ming with his shoulder, allowing Wu Ming to regain his balance. However, he was slashed on the breastplate by the enemy with a knife, and a spark was drawn out, and he fell to the ground.
Seeing the black shadow taking a step forward, as if he wanted to trample his comrades beside him with his feet, Wu Ming quickly raised his foot and kicked the shadow's opponent between the lower parts exposed by taking a step forward. He was immediately let down
The opponent bent down in pain, and then slashed the black figure's neck with a knife, drawing out a pool of blood!
The Cao Army soldier screamed, grabbed the sword in Wu Ming's hand and refused to let go. Wu Ming tried hard to pull it out, but it was stuck by the Cao Army soldier's bone. Wu Ming really didn't have much strength, so he pulled it out.
If it didn't come out, I had to stir it sideways and the warm blood immediately splashed out and sprayed onto Wu Ming's face.
"happy!"
Wu Ming wanted to laugh, but he could only make a hoarse roar. He subconsciously swallowed the blood that sprayed on his face. The thirst caused by the loss of blood in his body had made him completely ignore the stench of the blood. Let alone the blood.
If there was a mouthful of mud at this time, he would swallow it without hesitation.
The last bit of energy in his body was almost exhausted, and what was left was this survival instinct.
Suddenly, Wu Ming discovered that the opponent in front of him was clearly rushing towards him, but he flinched!
The soldiers of Cao's army clearly showed fear, staring at him as if they had seen a ghost.
Wu Ming's heart moved, and he stuck out his tongue, licking the blood on his face...
Sure enough, the Cao Jun soldier took another half step back.
When Wu Ming tentatively tied up the stump of the limb on the ground with a knife, put it to his mouth and bit it, the Cao army soldier obviously collapsed, yelled something like a ghost, turned around and ran back.
Maybe it's because Cao Jun's soldiers are really scared, maybe it's because after the fight, Cao Jun's soldiers just want to find an excuse, or maybe it's some other reason. Anyway, one Cao Jun soldier shouted ghost, causing other Cao Jun soldiers to retreat for a moment.
After that, other soldiers of Cao's army also retreated, giving Wu Ming and others a rare chance to breathe!
The swaying hussars stood firm and laughed at the Cao soldiers.
Cao's soldiers became more and more frightened...
During this short gap, the number of hussars rushing up from behind gradually increased, one, two, three, and then formed a queue, forming an array. Wu Ming and others were gradually overwhelmed by the newly arrived hussars.
The cavalry soldiers covered up, and then someone carried Wu Ming and others back to bandage and treat them.
"Good man!"
"amazing!"
"Well done!"
Every hussar soldier who passed by Wu Ming and others couldn't help but praise them, and then moved forward proudly.
They are proud to have comrades like Wu Ming, and they also feel that they will not let down the persistence and expectations of Wu Ming and others, so they raise their heads and move up!
To see whether a team, an organization, or a collective has hope, perhaps you can look at the people at the bottom of the group. If these people have smiles on their faces and their heads raised, then
Most of them are full of vitality and vigorous. On the contrary, if everyone has their heads lowered, their necks shrunk, and they look listless, then even if they don't collapse, they are not far away.
Cao Jun's soldiers now lowered their heads and shrank their heads.
Even though Dong Zhao changed from ordering to pleading, they still lowered their heads.
In life, everyone needs help from time to time.
But most of the time, people pray to superiors.
It's like ancient humans praying to the gods.
Dong Zhao had not prayed for anything for who knows how many years. Even when he worshiped his ancestors and emperors in Shandong, it was just a formality, not praying for anything. Because when he was very young, Dong Zhao
Knowing that seeking for others is better than seeking for yourself, he studied hard, memorized scriptures, and mastered knowledge, so that one day he could become an official.
When he becomes an official, most of the time, others come to him for help, and he only needs to be responsible to his boss. The boss does not need Dong Zhao to pray, but only needs Dong Zhao to do things, solve problems, or solve problems.
people.
Dong Zhao did all of these well.
So Dong Zhao once thought that he didn't need to ask for help, he only needed to ask for help from himself.
So Dong Zhao also looked down on those people who begged him, thinking that if he had known this, why did he do it in the first place? If you don't want to ask for help, why not work hard? He thinks that those who ask for help are lazy, stupid, and incompetent, but they are lazy, stupid, and incompetent.
At this time, Dong Zhao turned his pleading eyes to the lower ones, praying to his men and the ordinary soldiers of Cao's army...
Dong Zhao prayed to the soldiers of Cao's army to suffer one more time, endure one more time, persevere one more time, and sacrifice one more time. He completely forgot how indifferent he was when a lower-ranking person asked him to be here before.
Before, he said that he was under orders from the superiors and everything was arranged by the superiors. He was just the person in charge. He was also innocent and helpless. If you have any questions, please go to the superiors.
Now, his superiors can't give him any help. Only these "servants" in front of him are his real support!
It's a pity that now these "servants" of his, most of whom he didn't care about before, and even the "servants" who only existed as numbers in his book, are avoiding his prayers and looking at him indifferently, as if
Back then, he looked at these "servants" with the same indifference.
"The hussars are all ghosts, evil ghosts! They can't fight, they can't win..."
When Dong Zhao's guards saw this, they responded somewhat, so as not to embarrass Dong Zhao too much.
"Ghost?! What kind of ghost is there?!" Dong Zhao was about to cry, "They are all human beings! They are all human beings!"
"Weren't they all rumors before, saying that Hussar is the reincarnation of an evil ghost who eats people's hearts and livers..."
"Yes, I really saw them eating people!"
"Drinking a mouthful of human blood will give you more strength. Taking a bite of human flesh will make you feel better!"
"Yeah, I really can't fight, I can't fight!"
"..."
Dong Zhao closed his eyes and shook painfully.
He was aware of those rumors, but before that, he felt there was no need to explain. He even felt that such rumors were conducive to governance and the unity of Shandong.
But now when he wanted to explain, he realized that it was too late.
The shrill shouts from other areas of the Zhongtiao Mountain camp and the cheers of the hussars soldiers reached here at the same time, reaching Dong Zhao's ears, and also made the surrounding Cao soldiers look at each other.
One of the guards beside Dong Zhao finally couldn't help it and fell to the ground: "Commander! These hussars are the reincarnation of evil spirits! We can't stop it, we can't stop it! Strategist, withdraw... while you're here"
We can still escape now!』
Dong Zhao was so angry that he stepped forward and kicked the guard who was kneeling and begging to the ground. "My lord has entrusted me with a heavy responsibility! How can you retreat so easily! If you mess up the morale of the army, I will behead you!"
The guard didn't get up after being kicked. He just lay on the ground, still howling, "It's not that I can't wait and try my best! Military advisor, look at how many of our brothers have died?! It's not that we are cowards who don't fight, but the hussars."
Too cruel!』
"We can't retreat!" Dong Zhao howled, his usual calm aura gone. "There are thousands of elite soldiers in the Zhongtiao Mountain camp, with all bows and arrows and weapons. If we work together, we can definitely protect the Chinese army."
Camp! At this time, the hussars are at the end of their crossbows. As long as they can hold on to the current wave of hussars and horses, at dawn, the hussars will have no choice but to retreat! Now there is only a fight to the death, a fight to the death!"
When everyone heard that Dong Zhao was so generous, they were not excited, but were indifferent and silent.
"Ah?" Dong Zhao looked around and saw everyone's expressions. He begged again, "Just hold on a little longer! Then..."
Dong Zhao's words were interrupted by the howling of the messengers who came in a hurry, "No! No! The hussars have broken through the middle camp! The hussars have broken through the middle camp! Our army is broken! It's broken!"
This piercing cry was like a burst of icy water pouring down, pouring out the little flame of hope that was left in everyone's hearts!
The shouting in the distance is getting louder and louder, getting closer and closer!
The guard who was lying on the ground rolled over, knelt down and hugged Dong Zhao's legs, "Commander! The situation is beyond control! We must make a decision soon!"
The guard didn't hug him too hard, but this time Dong Zhao didn't continue to kick him. After a while, Dong Zhao looked up to the sky and sighed, with tears rolling down his face, "I'm so sorry, my lord! I'm so sorry, my lord!"
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Just when the order in the Zhongtiao Mountain camp collapsed and the army's morale was lost and they retreated, Cao Cao stood on the bank of the river and attacked Zhang Liao's troops.
Countless burning torches were stacked on the battlefield, and the flames flickered, reflecting the rivers and mountains on the side, making them look particularly desolate.
The cry of killing echoed in the night, mixed with the sound of the rushing river, making this originally ordinary night become unusual.
Cao Jun's soldiers were constantly mobilizing in the night. Teams of men and horses were filled in, and the wounded and dead were also carried down like a stream of water.
Compared with the soldiers at the Zhongtiao Mountain camp, the soldiers who directly belong to Cao Cao's headquarters will always receive better treatment.
The stone cannons that were originally erected on the plateau to surprise the Hussars were not in large numbers because Cao Zhang and Liu Fu were defeated too quickly, and they were not assembled carefully enough. Now they have fallen apart due to the high-intensity projection.
A little less than half.
No one is going to fix it, and there is no time to fix it.
All the craftsmen gathered at the remaining stone cannons and fired stone bullets desperately.
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In the night, although there was fire guidance, the stone cannon was really not very accurate. The stone bullets thrown could only be within a rough range. No one knew whether the stone bullets fell or hit the hussars.
, it still fell on the land, or simply fell on the heads of Cao Jun's own soldiers.
Starting from the afternoon, Zhang Liao's army arrived here and started fighting with Cao's army.
Many of the defensive horses erected around the site have been destroyed, and many of the trenches that were excavated were only half dug.
Cao Jun did not have enough time to complete the arrangement.
Classmate Lao Cao was helpless, but there was nothing he could do.
Unlike Zhongtiao Mountain Camp and Tongguan Camp, the battlefield here was not selected in advance, but was determined after the current situation. In addition, the number of manpower under Cao Cao is now much lower than before, and those captured
Civil servants and laborers in Shandong were basically squandered.
It's pretty good to be able to build it like this in a short period of time.
However, for the Hussars, this kind of defense is obviously not enough.
Under the firelight, the hussars were like a torrent, breaking through here and rushing to that place. The three-color flags appeared in the night, flying and rolling with blood and fire!
The arrows and crossbows from both sides were densely intertwined in the night, as if there was no time to exhaust them.
By now, everyone in Cao Cao's army knew that if the Hussars were to rush to Cao Cao's center, whether they cut down Cao Cao or Cao Cao's banner, it would mean the complete collapse of Cao Cao's army.
Losing the main flag for the sake of courage in the army will not only lose the authority to dispatch and command, but will also cause the morale of the entire army to collapse and order to fall.
If Cao Cao can't hold on here, that means he can't hold on to the last few pontoon bridges, and the final retreat for the Zhongtiao Mountain camp will be cut off!
Cao Cao held the center line, while Cao Hong attacked from the side.
Similarly, the hussar Zhang Liao marched on the center line, and Zhu Ling and Ma Yue attacked from the flanks. The two sides fought in the wild at night. There were large and small fighting groups everywhere among the mountains, rivers and plateaus. Both sides desperately tried to break in and defeat Cao Cao.
The main purpose of the formation of the Chinese army was to desperately block the advance of the hussars.
This kind of night fighting has always been the most brutal fight to the death.
Due to the lack of light and the limitations of communication methods, the formations of both sides are uncontrollable. It is nothing more than fighting people for people, and exchanging lives for lives!
The number of casualties among soldiers on both sides is soaring rapidly. No one can know how many people will fall in this desperate melee at night until it is finally over!
Cao Cao had already arrived at the front line of the battle line, standing under the waving flag of the great banner, with dozens of drums beating deafeningly around him.
One by one, the generals of Cao Jun's military academy were snatched away covered in blood and passed in front of Cao Cao.
Many soldiers and generals of Cao Cao's army breathed their last in front of Cao Cao.
Many of them are Cao Cao's fellow villagers, Cao Cao's clansmen, and soldiers who have followed Cao Cao since he started his army.
Cao Cao looked at the casualties of these military academy generals, tears rolling down his face, but his head was still held high, his short body stood upright, and his red and black cloak billowed under the cold wind, as if he contained endless sorrow.
Another wave of attacks by the Hussars was held back by Cao Jun, but the soldiers on Cao Jun's front were also in dire straits.
The remaining soldiers desperately grabbed their wounded comrades and retreated, but were stopped by the military governor of Cao's army.
The remaining military academy generals were from Chen Liu and were considered the core of Cao's army.
The military academy was also covered in injuries. There were wounds on his face, hands, and legs. Some were wrapped with cloth strips, but some had no time to bandage. They were open like a baby's mouth, with flesh and blood squirming, and the helmet did not know when it fell off.
He fell down, his hair disheveled, and cried and begged.
The military governor couldn't bear it and turned back to look at Cao Cao.
Cao Cao lowered his head slightly and stepped forward.
The defeated military academy fell to the ground with a thud and cried bitterly, "My lord! My lord! My sons have tried their best! They have tried their best! There are only two hundred people under my command, and now there are less than eighty left! More than half are gone!"
Ah! No more! Let them step back and take a breather! My lord! These are all good men and good sons!"
The eyes of everyone around Cao Cao were focused on him.
The sounds of fighting, crashes, screams, and drumming all around were mixed together, as if they were going to completely cut, mash, and grind this piece of heaven and earth, as well as the lives in this area, until they were completely reduced to powder!
Cao Cao walked up to the defeated military academy, helped the defeated military academy up, then straightened his crown, bent deeply, and bowed to the ground!
"My lord! My lord, you can't do that!" The defeated military academy quickly avoided it.
However, Cao Cao took him and walked to the defeated soldiers. "You are all heroes! You should be worshiped by Cao Cao!"
Cao Cao bowed again.
The wailing remnant soldiers gradually stopped howling and whining and looked at Cao Cao.
Cao Cao raised his head, but shed tears, "Why don't I feel pain for all of you who were killed or injured?! Some of you are my fellow countrymen, and some are my old acquaintances for many years, but now you are buried in this big river of loess! It hurts! It hurts!"
Cao Cao beat his chest, "If you are fighting for Cao Cao, not to mention retreating to rest, or to retreat immediately, I will admit it! But that is not the case now! You are fighting for the fate of the Han Dynasty! For the country."
Fight for the future! Fight for the Central Plains of Shandong, fight for you and my hometown! Cao can retreat, but how can the Emperor of the Han Dynasty, the country of the Han Dynasty, and his hometown in Shandong retreat?! How can he retreat?!"
"Cao hereby swears an oath! Regardless of life or death, you parents, your parents, your wives, and your relatives! As long as I have a mouthful of food, all parents and wives will have a mouthful of food! As long as I have a robe,
Parents and wives, you are not afraid of the severe cold!"
"The fate of the Han Dynasty and the future of Shandong are all in your hands!"
"If this battle is a fatal one, then you all go first! Cao will follow soon!"
"If you don't die in this battle, then you can preserve Shandong's destiny and enjoy glory and wealth! Bless your descendants!"
"This oath!"
"Heaven and earth can be learned from each other!"
The principal of the defeated army let out a long breath, and then kowtowed in front of Cao Cao, "Lord! Subordinates... farewell!"
Cao Cao stepped forward, took off his cloak, and put it on the military academy with his own hands, saying, "Don't let the people in Guanzhong think that I have no heroes in Shandong!"
The military academy's tears rolled down his face, but he turned back, raised his head and raised his arms and shouted, "Good boy from Shandong! Come with me! Don't let the people in Guanzhong think that there are no heroes in Shandong!"