Chapter 102: Destroy the main force of the Yellow Turban Red]
Update time:2012-12-21
Jia Rong raised his eyes to look at the Yellow Turban Army in the distance. This was a strengthened Yellow Turban Army. They were armored and armed with strong weapons. They were more elite than the Anding infantry behind them. Facing his five hundred cavalry, they only made a slight commotion and then stood ready.
What is rare is that there is a cavalry team of about fifty in the Yellow Turban Army, with a large flag fluttering in the wind and a big "李" written on it.
Faced with such elite Yellow Turbans, Jia Rong could not tolerate not paying attention to them. Every cavalryman behind him worked hard and quickly formulated a combat strategy. The five hundred cavalrymen directly attacked the Yellow Turban soldiers in a flying goose formation, and waited for the cavalry to disperse the Yellow Turbans.
After the army formed its camp, the infantry moved up to attack them, trying to cripple the Yellow Turban Army in one fell swoop.
The generals on both sides were making intensive battlefield deployments. In this war, Jia Rong's side had an absolute advantage. Jia Rong's purpose was to win the war at the minimum cost, but Li Damu had to organize his soldiers to fight to the death in the plains.
, the infantry can't escape the cavalry's pursuit no matter what. Li Damu is now holding on to the idea of destroying everything.
Jia Rong called Mi Wei and Zhang Xiu to his side and each assigned them combat missions.
Looking at the eager cavalry behind him and the evasive Anding County soldiers, Jia Rong made the final mobilization for combat.
"Tell me loudly, who is the strongest?" Jia Rong pulled out the Qingzhi sword from his waist and shouted loudly. Reflecting the sunlight, the Qingzhi sword gave off a faint green light.
"I am the strongest, I am the strongest..." the five hundred cavalrymen roared in unison.
This brief question became what Jia Rong would ask every time he patrolled the Northland Army. Surprisingly, every time the soldiers finished shouting, they always exceeded their daily training quota.
The more than 300 Anding County infantrymen behind the cavalry were infected by the roar of the cavalry in front of them, and gradually started to roar too.
The morale of the cavalry was brought to a very high point, especially those Qiang cavalry who were even more exaggerated, holding their weapons high, dancing and shouting, completely immersed in this atmosphere, the morale of the infantry was also raised, and the soldiers'
What came out of his eyes was a strong fighting spirit, rather than the evasive look in the yellow scarf remnant's eyes that he just saw across from him.
Jia Rong put away the green sword, took out the sword from his waist, shouted: "Kill!" He took the lead and rushed towards the Yellow Turban Army.
The five hundred cavalry rushed towards the Yellow Turban position like a torrent, and the sound of intensive horse hooves was like an urging war drum, beating in the heart of every Yellow Turban soldier.
The roar of the soldiers on the opposite side had already awakened Li Damu, who was deploying. Obviously, Li Damu was not an easy person. With just a few words, he raised the morale of the yellow scarf soldiers, and his eyes became firmer. However, looking at the charging momentum of the cavalry on the opposite side, many
The Yellow Turban soldiers couldn't help but tighten their weapons again and again.
When they were about a hundred paces away, five hundred cavalrymen mounted their bows and arrows, aiming at the Yellow Turban Army in the distance.
Li Damu yelled: "Shield Soldier!"
Sixty percent of the arrows were blocked, but they still caused considerable damage. More than a hundred Yellow Turban soldiers fell to the ground after being hit by arrows. Ever since Jia Rong added a small red cloth to the center of the target in the Beidi school field,
, the shooting accuracy of the soldiers under his command has been improved by more than one level, and the stirrups on the war horses are a big help.
Li Damu's face turned blue. The elite cavalry in front of him was beyond his expectation. He continued to organize soldiers to resist.
No matter how high the morale of the Yellow Turban soldiers in front of them was, they could not withstand the charge of five hundred cavalry. The fifty cavalry led by Li Damu were also restrained by dozens of cavalry led by Zhang Xiu; the cavalry was indeed a tank in the cold weapon era, one after another.
Many Yellow Turban soldiers fell under the sabers of the Northland cavalry. Some soldiers were directly knocked away by the high-speed running horses and fell to the ground without knowing whether they were alive or dead. The most powerful thing about the cavalry is not the lethality of the soldiers on the horses, but the collision of the horses.
trample.
Jia Rong led the cavalry to quickly penetrate the Yellow Turban Army's position. Now the Yellow Turban Army's situation is that they don't know the generals and the generals don't know the soldiers. They are like headless flies scurrying around. Although they are more brave, the enemy is more elite.
More than 300 infantrymen joined the battlefield and defeated the stragglers one by one, beating them in the mouth and shouting "Those who surrender will not be killed!"
Li Damu was also a brave man. He wielded a long sword and made the tiger look like the wind. In the blink of an eye, three northern cavalrymen died in his hands.
Seeing this, Zhang Xiu killed a yellow turban cavalry and jumped on his horse to fight with Li Damu. He danced with a spear in an airtight manner. Li Damu was not an ordinary person. Although it was difficult, he could still parry. Suddenly, Zhang
Xiu shouted loudly, picked up Li Damu's broadsword, and stabbed Li Damu's right arm with a shot. The weapon in Li Damu's hand fell down, and a bloody hole was stabbed in his right arm.
Seeing that the situation was unfavorable, Li DaMou turned around and ran away. Zhang Xiu's horse was fast and caught up with Li DaMou in the blink of an eye. A flash of silver light flashed through, and Li DaMou was stabbed to the core and fell from the horse.
As soon as the general died, the morale of the remaining Yellow Turban soldiers was completely lost. On the other hand, Zhang Xiu became more and more brave as he fought. Five or six Yellow Turban soldiers died in his hands, and they were not disturbed by the injuries of the previous days. The Yellow Turban soldiers gave way to each other when the horses passed by.
Seeing that their leader, Li Damu, was dead, many Yellow Turban soldiers dropped their weapons and gave up resistance. Some of Li Damu's buddies still resisted desperately.
The battlefield was quickly cleaned up. Under the hateful eyes of the surrendered Yellow Turban soldiers, Zhang Xiu cut off Li Damu's head and came to Jia Rong to claim credit. Although this method felt bloody, some things require ancient methods.
method to do it.
Jia Rong took the head from Zhang Xiu's hand, glanced at it, and handed it to Mi Wei next to him. He sighed secretly: "Li Damu's eyes are really big, and those eyes are comparable to those of a bull's eye!" In order to commend Zhang Xiu's
Due to his military exploits, Jia Rong directly promoted him to a hundred-man general, and he was promoted to three levels in a row. Seeing Zhang Xiu's excitement, Jia Rong patted Zhang Xiu on the shoulder and said, "Work hard!"
Excited, Zhang Xiu nodded and bowed.
In this battle, more than 500 Yellow Turban soldiers were killed, more than 300 were captured, and countless weapons and 20 horses were seized. More than 30 Northland cavalry died and more than 50 were wounded, and more than 100 Anding infantry died, and the rest
Everyone was injured; Jia Rong could not take the casualties of the infantry in Anding County seriously, but the loss of more than thirty cavalrymen made Jia Rong heartbroken.
Jia Rong said: "Take the bodies of the dead brothers back and bury them properly, and give their relatives a pension!"
The cavalry under his command were all excited after hearing Jia Rong's words. With such a commander in chief, it would not matter even if he died on the battlefield. The Qiang cavalry were even more excited and screamed. Although their relatives were not here and there were deserters on the battlefield,
It's not because they are afraid of death, but because they are worried about their families! In contrast, the infantrymen in Anding County seem more depressed. In troubled times, their lives are like grass and they will die when they die. Jia Rong's words undoubtedly attracted them.
Very big.
"When I go back, I will ask for support for the dead Anding County soldiers. You don't have to worry. The dead soldiers can be buried on the spot!" Jia Rong comforted the remaining soldiers.
After more than a month of fighting, nearly 80% of the infantrymen in Anding County have died, which can be said to be a heavy casualty.
Li Damu has been eliminated. The next thing to do is to find Li Damu's den of thieves. Li Damu, who has been in trouble for a long time, must have taken away a lot of gold and silver jewelry. You can tell by looking at the sophistication of the weapons of these Yellow Turban soldiers.
Under the guidance of the surrendered Yellow Turban soldiers, Jia Rong led the soldiers to quickly find the location of the thief's nest. The thief's nest is very hidden and difficult to find unless someone leads the way. Moreover, the terrain of the thief's nest is easy to attack and difficult to defend, so it is really a good location.
There were dozens of soldiers guarding the den of thieves. The one in charge was Li Damu's deputy general Li Xiaomu. At this time, Li Xiaomu was drinking with several Yellow Turban soldiers. The rest of the Yellow Turbans were also gathering in groups to drink and chat.
Jia Rong commanded his soldiers to attack the enemy at lightning speed without encountering any obstruction.
Looking at the loot collected from the thieves' den, Jia Rong couldn't help but frowned and motioned to the soldiers to bring Li Xiaomu up next to him, "Bring a bucket of cold water to sober up Xiaomu." Li Xiaomu is still in a daze.
, he kept talking about brothers drinking and so on.
A stream of cold water was poured down on his head. It was already the depth of winter. Li Xiaomu was aroused by the cold water. He provoked Lao Gao and cursed: "That bastard did it. Let me see if I turn around and kill him."
Mi Wei stepped forward and punched and kicked Li Xiaomu until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen.
Li Xiaomu, who was still scolding at the top of his lungs, was pulled by a yellow scarf soldier next to him. He kept signaling to Li Xiaomu. Unexpectedly, Li Xiaomu slapped him with a "ba" sound and cursed: "This is the emperor.
It won't work anymore!" Li Xiaomu was usually suppressed by Li Damu. It was rare for him to be the master of the cottage for a while, so he couldn't listen to what his subordinates said.
Jia Rong smiled and said: "Oh, it seems that Li Xiaomu hasn't woken up yet, give him another bucket!"
Another bucket of cold water fell on his head. Li Xiaomu shook his swollen head, looked at the scene in front of him, and said blankly: "What's going on? Are you the helper invited by the elder brother?"
Jia Rong was sweating. He made such an opening statement in this scene. The person in front of him was either a fool or someone with a very strong sense of humor.
The soldier who had just been slapped whispered in Li Xiaomu's ear for a while. Li Xiaomu's face suddenly turned pale. He no longer had the arrogance and arrogance he had just now. The expression on his face was uglier than his dead parents. With a "pop" sound, Li Xiaomu slapped him.
He slapped himself, harder than the one he used to hit the Yellow Turban soldier just now, "The little one has eyesight but cannot see the mountains. I have offended the general. General, please spare this little man's life. The one above has an eighty-year-old mother. The next one has an eighty-year-old mother."
There is a three-year-old child. The general is so noble. Let him go. The villain will definitely remember the general's kindness and kindness and repay the general by working as a cow or a horse in the next life..." Li Xiaomu cried with runny nose and tears.
It was really hard for Jia Rong to imagine how the typical representative of the chameleon in front of him became Li Damu's deputy. Even with Jia Rong's thinking, it was difficult to accept Li Xiaomu's stern expression and said coldly: "What's your name? How old are you?
?Where do you live?" Unintentionally, Jia Rong inherited the good habits of later generations of police officers.
Brothers and sisters, give me some help! Push the iron cavalry to a new high! If you like this book, remember to collect it! The collection is very small now!
