Chapter 685: The thunder and thunder rumble, the mighty wind rises 11
The night is vast and distant.
Under the broad night, the huge roller wheel, which has gathered as many as 100,000 people, is disintegrating and breaking. Amidst the speckled firelight, the disorderly conflict between the crowds is fierce and huge.
At Haishi, the biggest wave of chaos was spreading in the camp of the Xixia main formation. People and horses were running in chaos, and the flames ignited the tents. The front row of the proton army had sunk, and the rear row involuntarily took two steps back, like an avalanche.
The rout occurred when people were still confused. A black flag team rushed into the crossbow position, causing a chain reaction. The crossbow arrows flew randomly in the chaotic firelight. Screaming, running, depression and fear
The atmosphere tightly held everything. Luo Ye, Mao Yishan, Hou Wu and others fought hard. Not many people remembered the specific things. They pushed towards the depths of the fire, first one step, then two steps...
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The armored horses were driven into the camp. Some of the horses had already fallen. Qin Shaoqian took off his helmet, lifted up the armor, and wielded a long sword. His vision was also trembling slightly. In front, black flag soldiers
Attack the enemy array.
The cavalry of more than 200 people responsible for releasing the hot air balloon passed through the heavily routed troops and came in.
The pressure coming from the darkness, the pressure coming from the internal chaos, this afternoon, the 70,000 people on the periphery still failed to stop the opponent's troops, and the pressure caused by the huge rout was erupting. The Black Flag Army's attack
There was more than one point, but at every point, those blood-stained soldiers with ferocious and crazy eyes still burst out with huge lethality. At this point, the war horses are no longer needed, and the retreat is no longer needed. The future seems to be
There is no need to think about it anymore...
In the darkness of the night, the party reached its climax and then rushed out in several directions.
From order to disorder, from compression to expansion, the people who were pushed away were first in pieces, and gradually turned into groups and groups. Finally, they were scattered into little bits and pieces, and the little bits of fire began to gradually become sparse. The huge
Dong Zhiyuan, the huge crowd is about to pass the time of Haishi. The wind blows across the wilderness.
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The howling of wolves sounded in the wilderness.
The spread of the bloody smell attracted the predators on the ground. They found the corpses at the edge and gathered in groups to gnaw at them. Occasionally, human voices were heard in the distance and torches were lit. Sometimes, there were also wild wolves following.
The smell of blood on the person's body followed him.
Within a radius of more than ten miles, fighting according to the laws of nature will occasionally occur. Large groups of soldiers, or small groups of broken soldiers are still passing by. The sounds in the surrounding darkness will make them become frightened birds.
After the defeat of the outer perimeter, the central formation was broken through, and then the main formation collapsed. The victory or defeat in the battle formation is often confusing. An army of less than 10,000 people pounces on a hundred thousand people. This concept can only be roughly imagined.
I think, but only when the front lines are fighting, the pressure and fear at that moment are truly profound and real. After these fleeing soldiers generally knew the news of the chaos in the front line, they walked faster and no longer dared to look back.
Luo Ye and his two companions supported each other and were walking in the dark field. On the right was his brother named Li Zuosi. On the left was Mao Yishan, a fellow traveler he met on the way. This man was honest and honest.
He is stupid and stupid, but he is a good hand on the battlefield.
When the Xixia army was defeated, they chased and killed them all the way. Some people ran out of energy and stayed on the road, but a few people still chased them in different directions. They were eventually thrown away. They realized that there was no one around.
At that time, Luo Ye stood for a while and finally started to walk back. The three bloody men supported each other without much conversation. Luo Ye kept nagging: "Are you okay? Are you okay? You can't stop, don't stop, you have to hold on at this time.
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He kept saying this in a low voice. Mao Yishan occasionally touched his body: "I don't feel anything anymore, but it's okay, it's okay..."
"Don't stop, stay awake..."
"Did we...win?"
"I don't know, I don't know..." Luo Ye replied subconsciously.
They fought all the way through the Xixia camp, chasing large groups of defeated soldiers, but they were really not sure about the outcome of the entire battlefield.
On the road, they found a torch that was about to go out, and blew it to keep moving forward. There was a smell of blood on the road, and there were corpses on the ground. They put the torch over to take a look, and after a while, they found two injured companions.
They lay back to back on the ground, as if dead, but Luo Ye tested that they were still alive, slapped each of them in the face, and then took off a small skin bag from their bodies.
"Can't sleep, can't sleep, drink water, come drink water, take a sip..."
"You are injured. You will die if you sleep on it. Come on, hold on, hold on..."
Then five people walked forward with support, and after walking for a while, there was a rustle on the opposite side, four figures stopped, and then a voice came: "Who?"
"China..."
"Two one two one two, Mao..." Mao Yishan, who spoke, reported to the queue. He was from the second squad, second squad, second company, first battalion, second regiment, which is quite easy to remember. Before he finished speaking, the other person had already looked at him.
After seeing how many people were in the dim light, a voice sounded: "A mountain?"
"Ah? Platoon, platoon leader? Brother Hou?"
The four people also came over with support, Hou Wu and Qu Qing were among them. When the nine people gathered together, Qu Qing was seriously injured and almost fainted. Luo Ye also knew them and shook his head: "
Don’t leave yet, don’t leave yet, let’s… take a rest first…”
The wind whined past late at night, and on the wasteland there were bursts of bloody smell. A few people got some dry grass and firewood, and took off two pieces of clothes from the dead Xixia soldiers who could be found not far away. They lit up a bonfire, and at the same time
He boiled water and bandaged Qu Qing with the wound medicine he had brought with him, and then bandaged the others one after another with great difficulty.
The nine people were doing this with all their strength at this time, slowly applying medicine and bandaging while whispering about the situation of the battle.
"Did you win?"
"Who are you chasing?"
"King of Xixia? Are you after Li Qianshun? I seem to be too..."
"I don't know if it's true, but it's a pity that I didn't cut off the head..."
Even at this moment, Luo Ye was still thinking about Li Qianshun and shook his head with regret. Hou Wu nodded: "Yeah, I don't know who killed him. I think the moment he chased him out, it seemed like
Victory. Who killed the King of Xixia? Otherwise, how could he run away..."
The bonfire was burning, and these words were whispered to each other in small pieces. Suddenly, a voice came from not far away. It was the sound of footsteps and the light of torches. The crowd came from the mound behind. After a while, .both saw each other.
That was not the Black Flag Army. It looked like the Xixia Army in the light of the torches. Although they looked a little embarrassed in the field of vision, there were not many scars on these people's bodies and they were not stained with blood. There were twenty or thirty people in total. The two sides saw each other. When they arrived, the opponent stopped there. There were a dozen people in front holding spears, and some had drawn swords.
No one spoke here. Mao Yishan, who was covered in blood, stood still for a moment. He grabbed the long knife from the ground and stood up.
The wind blew across the ground, and the flames burned, elongating the silent and terrifying figure. Then came Luo Ye, who stood up with a slight smile on his lips. Then, the people around the fire slowly stood up one after another. , nine figures stood there, Luo Ye raised his sword.
"I have to explain it here." Luo Ye whispered, "It's a pity that I didn't kill Li Qianshun. The first Xixia officer after coming out of the mountain was robbed by you. It's boring..."
"Ah..." Hou Wu looked ahead absentmindedly, "Isn't there another one here? How about I give it to you?"
"Heh, I... uh..." He was about to say something, but then he was stunned. At the other end of the field of vision, twenty or thirty people slowly backed away, and then ran away.
"..."
There was silence for a long time by the campfire.
"hehe……"
"Ha ha……"
When the voice sounded, it was a weak laugh: "It scared me to death..."
"You said, we won't win, right?"
"It looks like..."
"Hahahaha you coward!"
In the flickering firelight, nine figures stood there. The laughter spread far across the wilderness...
There are similar figures walking around the wilderness. The flames that were originally used as the Xixia King's main formation are gradually extinguishing. A large amount of supplies and heavy vehicles have been left behind. The extremely tired soldiers are still active, helping each other. , supported and bandaged the injuries, drank some water or broth, and those who still had strength were let out, and began to search for the wounded. The separated soldiers were found, and the soldiers who came back helped each other received some bandaging and treatment. , clinging to each other and leaning on the materials beside the fire, some people talked from time to time, so that people would not fall asleep at the most tired moment.
Zi hour passed, and then came Chou hour. People came back one after another, and some who took a short rest took torches and rode on captured war horses to patrol outside. It was around Chou hour that Mao Yishan and others When he returned here, Qu Qing was seriously injured and was sent to a tent for treatment. Qin Shaoqian dragged his tired body to patrol the camp.
When they rested again, Luo Ye, Hou Wu and other talents faced each other and said, "We won?"
At the beginning of the morning, people were still sleeping in the quiet camp. But some people woke up one after another. When they woke up their companions, some of them still left forever in their deep sleep last night. These people came to the officer's house again. Under the leadership, they were sent out one after another, throughout the day, to search for the bodies of the dead left behind, or the traces of the injured who were still surviving, throughout the entire battle.
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On the first day of July in the second year of Jingping, at dusk, there was an army of more than 3,000 people in formation on Dongzhiyuan. The battle had stopped, and corpses were placed nearby, densely packed in the field of vision.
The tall one-eyed general walked forward. In the sky on one side, clouds burned like flames, spreading out in the vast sky. Black flags stained with blood fluttered in the wind.
He said some words about this, and then some more. In the fiery sunset, accompanied by those dead companions, the soldiers in the queue were solemn and determined. They had experienced tempering that others could hardly imagine. At this time, every one of them People's bodies are all covered with injuries, and they don't even have much real sense of the tempered past. Only their dead companions are becoming more real.
No one can help but pay a price for their own living space. They have paid a price, and many even paid a price for survival itself.
Compared with the hundreds of thousands of troops that Li Qianshun pressed over before, and the overwhelming banners, the army in front of him was small and pitiful. But at this moment, even if they were standing on this battlefield covered in pain, their array seemed to have the power to reach the sky. The energy and smoke stirred up the sky and clouds.
The military formation on Dong Zhiyuan suddenly let out a roar, the roar was like thunder, one after another, and Canggu's bugle sounded on the battlefield, spreading far away along the evening wind.
This is a memorial.
On this day in the wilderness, they had not thought of celebrating. As the warriors left, they opened the way for them with shouts and trumpets.
Countless things are still waiting for them at the rear. But the most important thing at this time is that they want to rest...
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All parts of the northwest were still in the scorching heat known as Autumn Peeling. Thousands of troops led by Zhong Lie were being chased by more than 10,000 Xixia troops and were moving southward. As for Dong Zhiyuan's advance of the Xixia army, he Understand something. The army that suddenly rushed out from the mountains suddenly knocked down the iron kite with the power of firearms. Facing an army of 100,000, they might have no choice but to retreat, but at this time, they finally gave themselves a little breathing space. In any case, I should also threaten Li Qianshun's retreat, Yuan, Qing and other places, and give them some help.
This regicide army is quite powerful. If they can be brought under their control, the situation in the northwest may turn around. However, they are unruly and need to be used with caution. But it doesn't matter. Even if we talk about cooperation and conspiracy first, once Xixia can be defeated Drive them away and plant a family in the northwest. They still have the right and orthodox status, so they should be able to control them.
To the northeast, after receiving the news of Tie Yaozi's destruction, the Zhe family army had already moved out in full force and headed south. The leader Zhe Keqiu sighed that it was indeed the people who were in a hurry that were the most terrifying. He had known about that area of the Xiaocang River before. In the situation of food shortage, he was ready to pick Qingjian and other places as the fruits of victory. He was really afraid that the Xixia army would overwhelm him before, but now that the Iron Harriers have been destroyed, the Zhejia Army can compete with Li Qianshun. As for the Black Flag Army, since they Having captured Yanzhou, it might as well let them continue to attract Li Qianshun's attention, but he also has to find a way to figure out their trump card for destroying Tie Yaozi.
He didn't dare to use the regicide. But in this world, ruthless people had their place. He didn't care whether they could survive Li Qianshun's wrath.
In Xiaocang River, the debate between young people and old people still continues every day, but in the past two days, both of them have been a little absent-minded. Whenever this state occurs, Ning Yi's words become more and more unscrupulous.
"...Nowadays, Xiaocanghe's military training methods are limited, and our location is also somewhat special. But if, as Zuo Gong said, if we really fight with Confucianism and the world, there will be blood on the blade, and the tip of the needle will be against the wheat. The method is not No, if the whole world really comes down and you want to kill me first at all costs, then why should I worry about it... For example, I can equalize the land rights first so that the tillers have their land, and then I..."
"...The core thing I want to fight is the emotion, reason, and law! The order of only three words, emotion, reason, and law is the biggest flaw of Confucianism... Yes, yes, you are right, but if the world changes again, the word "reason" will have to take its place. First...well, what's the use of scolding me? Let's be reasonable..."
The old man puffed his beard and walked away with eyes wide open.
When I walked to the yard, the setting sun was blazing. Su Tan'er was teaching Ning Xi how to read in the yard. When she saw Ning Yi coming out, she smiled and said, "Ms., you won the argument again." But she saw Ning Yi looking into the distance, still a little absent-minded. After a moment, he came to his senses, thought about it, but shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Not really, there are some things that are just nonsense and shouldn't be said."
He looked at the direction where the sun was setting in the west. Su Tan'er knew what he was worried about and stopped disturbing him. After a while, Ning Yi took a breath, sighed again, and shook his head as if mocking himself for not being calm. Thinking about things, I walked back to the room.
The cavalryman who sent the message was already on the road hundreds of miles away.
In Qingmuzhai, a chilling and depressing atmosphere is covering everything.
Thousands of miles away in the southeast, the troops from Prince Kang's Mansion headed north to Yingtian. In this silent world, the celebration of the new emperor's enthronement was brewing.