"Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock..." The man's wound is bleeding, the horse's wound is also bleeding, and the steel knife held tightly in the human hand is still bleeding, oh, no, it is bleeding...
The flow of blood makes both the horse and the horse feel tired and weak, but this fatigue and fatigue have not weakened the high-spirited fighting spirit of the cavalry on horseback at all. His eyes are still bright, his face is still resolute, and the unyielding fighting spirit is blazing in his heart
combustion!
————I want them to feel chilled when they see our battle flag, I want them to tremble when they see our uniforms, I want them to run away with their heads in arms when they think of my name as a big man!
Zhu Biao's words stirred in the heart of the cavalryman, and he felt that the blood in his body was boiling.
"Ang Ang..." The war horse raised its head and neighed loudly. The sharp spurs pierced its abdomen. The severe pain caused the war horse to exert its last remaining strength.
The blood-wrapped man and horse were like a blooming blood-colored flower, heading towards a forest of guns a few feet away without hesitation. The flower withered at the moment when it bloomed at its most beautiful...
Seven or eight spears and spears pierced the body of the war horse at the same time. The war horse whined, and the pikemen and spearmen also whined. The pain-maddened war horse was so powerful that even the top masters did not dare to confront it head-on.
The two Zhongshan Army soldiers who were stabbing in front of them with their spears were directly pushed away by this huge force. The other Pao Ze who was fighting side by side with them just now was even more miserable and was completely crushed to the ground by the overturned horse.
It was more than ten feet deep through the soil, its internal organs were shattered, its bones were shattered, and its nostrils, mouth, eye sockets, and ears were bleeding.
The cavalryman's advancing body seemed to have stopped in mid-air. The sun shone on the bloody uniform, and two broken spears remained in his strong body. He did not suffer any loss, and the long sword dripping with blood drank up the blood.
, didn’t you look at the right side where the war horses collided, and the three Zhongshan soldiers were missing their heads!
"kill--"
One person dies in battle, and another person takes over. Regardless of status, regardless of soldiers and generals, they are all filled with the same blood, and they are all the same endless murderous spirit. They work hard without caring about their own lives, have no hesitation, regard death as home, and have awe-inspiring righteousness...
This is the principle of "the people can make it happen; they can't make it; they know it".
At the beginning, the soldiers did not know the reason why Zhu Biao defeated the enemy's force twelve times head-on. Zhu Biao told them, letting them know the reason for fighting this battle and letting them understand the significance of the next battle.
So, now it is an effect, an effect far better than - 'the people can follow it, but cannot make it known'.
Although when Zhu Biao was fighting, he was more like "the people can do it but not know it", or at most he could explain the reasons to middle and upper-level officers such as the military academy. But today, he has changed, hasn't he?
Soldiers use their own fighting, their own lives, and their own efforts as rewards. When they are unable to fight anymore, they use their own lives and blood and that of their companions [referring to the war horses] to clear the way for the soldiers behind them! When
When he was about to die, he used the sword and gun in his hand to drag down the last enemy on his back!
With the bodies of their brothers and enemies intertwined, the Han army galloped towards victory.
"Pfft..." The sound of spears and spears entering flesh.
"Crack..." The sound of spears and spears breaking.
Muffled grunts, screams, cries to kill, cries for mercy...
The red battle flag is advancing, the red legion is advancing...
"Kill, kill, kill..."
The more the Han soldiers killed, the more energetic they became, and the more they killed, the more excited they became.
The soldiers of the Zhongshan Army became more timid and fearful the more they fought.
In their eyes, nearly ten thousand Han knights have all turned into ignorant, painless monsters who have no fear of death. Everyone can die without any hesitation.
So when Zhu Biao's formation beheaded the generals of the front army of the Zhongshan Army and cut off the banner of the front army of the Zhongshan Army, the front army of the Zhongshan Army, which numbered 50,000, was defeated.
Only a few of the 10,000 veteran troops on the front line have been killed, and the 40,000 new troops who have not yet been trained have been killed in fear. The array of the front army has been broken into a sieve, and every Han cavalry can easily defeat them.
Pick off the heads and heads of Zhongshan recruits one by one.
Without a tight military formation, when the Han cavalry soldiers followed the path paved by their comrades with their flesh and blood and lives to reach the Zhongshan recruits, it was a massacre.
The flesh and blood millstone turned into a bloody mouth in time, swallowing up the lives of the Zhongshan soldiers, swallowing up the weak brown pieces. When the pillar in their hearts, the general who unified the army, was beheaded, and the flag was cut down.
At that time, the former army collapsed immediately.
They had a complete meltdown, a slain meltdown!
Zuo Gecha of the Chinese Army couldn't believe what he saw. What a powerful army there was in the world, such a brave and fearless soldier. Waves of Han cavalry were like empty giants again and again.
It hit the embankment formed by the Zhongshan Army. The embankment with accumulated soil and sand blocked the first wave of giant bombs and blocked the second wave of giant bombs. However, the crack was finally opened under the third wave of giant bombs and was destroyed.
The foundation was shaken, and then the fourth wave, the fifth wave... the entire embankment finally collapsed completely under the load!
Even from the enemy's standpoint, Zuo Geche had to admire the bravery and strength of the Han army. He suddenly regretted that he had an army of 120,000, so why didn't he add two wings when he deployed the formation?
The Han army is attacking fiercely from the front. If I have two more wings, I may be able to disperse the Han army's frontal force, or I can ask the two wings to outflank and attack at this critical moment...
But he forgot how determined he was to abandon the two wings in the first place, fearing that after deploying the two wings, he would repeat the mistake of Dongjiang City. He was afraid that the Han army would rush towards the central army with the defeated troops sandwiched between the left and right wings.
Now, Zuo Geche regretted that he had 'selectively' forgotten some facts, just because what he saw was that all the Han troops launched an overwhelming attack from the front of the military formation.
Swordsmen slashed, spears stabbed, horses trampled, the Han army was in pursuit.
After suffering a lot of casualties, they reached the season of complete harvest.
"Kill, kill, kill——"
There was no surrender, no mercy, they were killed when caught and beheaded when they could reach them. The whole way the Han army pursued them on horseback was littered with the corpses of the Zhongshan Army.
"Haha, so happy! So happy!"
Han Gang was like a mad tiger, dancing with his one-legged bronze man, sweeping or smashing them. While roaring, he smashed each and every Zhongshan soldier into a puddle of flesh.
His brother Han Meng next to him had a Thunder God boring machine in his hand, which was also a rare heavy weapon in the world. He smashed and smashed it all the way, killing countless Zhongshan soldiers in front of him. His second brother Yuzhou was a bodyguard on the border between Zhongshan and Zhongshan.
, their riding skills are no worse than those of generals on horseback. If they put their armor on, they are two ready-made fierce generals.
But they are also the group of people in the Northern Han Dynasty who have most felt the changes in the attitude of the Zhongshan Kingdom in the past six months. Originally, the Northern Han Dynasty was the leader of the six northern kingdoms. The Han people had a first-class status whether they were in Yan, Zhao, Chen, Wei, or Zhongshan, but since then
A few years ago, the Zhongshan Kingdom changed its mind. Han Gang and Han Meng once again took the goods to the west of Zhongshan as bodyguards. The inspections at the checkpoints became stricter, the goods charges were more severe, and the attitudes became extremely bad. These are the two brothers who joined the army.
One of the sources of being a guide. When outsiders talk about Zhongshan Kingdom's treachery, they just verbally curse it, but they feel the pain very personally.
Now that the victory of the army has begun, the two brothers have only one thought left in their heads: "Kill, kill, kill! Kill them all, kill them all, Zhongshan bandits!"
The Han troops were already going crazy. They ignored the people around them and continued to fall. They only followed the guidance of Zhu Biao's flag and moved forward.
Under their roar and their iron hooves, the Zhongshan Army was like a palace with its pillars stripped away. As time went by and its foundations collapsed, the palace continued to collapse, eventually leading to complete ruin.
The palace is gradually collapsing, but there are some unyielding pillars who are resisting and supporting with all their strength. The Zhongshan Army also has a champion general. This veteran in his sixties, a general left over from the last war, gritted his teeth and looked at it with angry eyes.
The tens of thousands of soldiers who retreated from the front line turned into blazing flames.
A general beside him was anxiously advising him: "Old general, the front army has been defeated. The Chinese army cannot stop it. The Han army cannot stop it. Nothing can be done. The best thing is to retreat quickly!"
But the veteran remained unmoved at all, only his eyes became redder and brighter.
"No, we still have a chance, we still have the strength. As long as we can block the Han army and give the rear army some time to reorganize their troops, this victory will be ours. The Han army made a desperate charge, but they can't
If we launch another attack, as long as we stop them, victory will belong to us, to me, Zhongshan!"
"Soldiers, for the sake of our Zhongshan Kingdom, we cannot retreat! Pass on my military orders, and those who dare to retreat will be killed! Stand with me!"
The veteran roared, holding up the brown battle flag of Zhongshan Kingdom in his hand, roaring: "For Zhongshan, for Zhongshan!"
This encouragement gave the Zhongshan Army a certain amount of motivation, but it was empty. Its motivation was far behind Zhu Biao's words.
Zhu Biao was covered in blood, Qing Congma was covered in blood, and the steel gun was soaked in blood.
He continued to charge at the forefront of the entire army, smashing through layers of obstacles of the Zhongshan Army, and overwhelmingly cutting through the resistance groups of the Zhongshan Army.
"Drink-" A spear was stabbed at him. A Zhongshan Army officer roared angrily, swung his steel spear and stabbed Zhu Biao in the heart.
Zhu Biao didn't notice. He killed too many of these generals all the way. He grabbed the steel gun with his left hand like lightning, and swept the enemy general's head with the gun in his right hand.
"Crack!"
There was a crisp sound, and a head flew into the sky. A certain Zhongshan captain felt that the world suddenly spun. There seemed to be a very familiar headless man running on a horse below, with blood splattering from his neck.
It's three feet tall.
If one comes, one dies; if two come, two die.
The swung steel gun will kill you if you rub it, or die if you knock it. The bones of the beaten bodies were broken, the internal organs were reduced to mince, and the deformed corpses were the answers given by Zhu Biao.
"when!"
There was a loud noise out of nowhere, and the gun in Zhu Biao's hand and the knife in the hand of the veteran Zhongshan collided. The champion generals of the two countries unexpectedly met each other, and the veteran Zhongshan's hands felt as if they were struck by lightning, and they were irresistible.
The force acted on the broadsword, and it flew away from his hand. His body swayed on the horse's back, and he almost fell off the horse.
The two horses were intertwined. In the midst of lightning and flint, Zhu Biao handed the gun to his left hand, turned around, slapped his right hand in the opposite direction, and hit the old general's back vest with a "dragon tail swing" move.
"Pfft--" The blood was mixed with fragments of internal organs. He swayed, turned over and fell off the horse!
The Lancers were advancing, and they stabbed Zhongshan soldiers to death one by one. Their flesh and blood and screams exuded the indescribable smell of blood on the battlefield. They were elite Lancers, and their sharp spears shone dazzlingly in the smoke and sunlight.
Cold light.
"My lord, let's go!"
Under the banner of the Zhongjun commander, Zuo Geche's eyes were glowing red. He would not retreat. As the Duke of Zhongshan, he was not willing to live in humiliation even if he died. He could not bear the responsibility for the destruction of the 120,000-strong army.
I don't want to take the responsibility.
Not far ahead, Han cavalry wearing red armor were chasing countless fleeing Zhongshan troops. They launched a fierce attack on all resistance forces, and the sound of galloping horses' hooves like a thunderous torrent was shocking.
Touching people's eardrums. From far away to near, the Han cavalry gathered into a bloody tide, sweeping everything in front of them.
Zuo Geche could see countless iron cavalry, but the Zhongshan Army, which was more numerous, was like tiny grains of sand under an empty giant. The momentum of the Han Army's cavalry was terrifying, a wave of killing that enveloped the world.
The anger is even more frightening.
Zuo Geche saw several battalions in front of him. They were already on the verge of collapse when the former army fled. But when the Han cavalry rushed towards them, they seemed to be frightened. When a soldier shouted in despair
At the sound of the sound, in just a moment, the camps collapsed one by one. All the soldiers and generals ran back as if they were dead, throwing away their helmets and armor, and letting out heart-piercing howls from their mouths.
This is the current Zhongshan Army, which is mainly composed of new recruits from Wei Bian Lian. They can fight with the wind, but it is impossible to fight a counterattack.
Several battalions of soldiers and horses were defeated instantly, and countless Han cavalry naturally followed. Zuo Geche ordered his soldiers to form a defensive formation, while the rest could only pray to God.
In the blink of an eye, Zuo Gecha's military formation was surrounded by fierce Han cavalry.
There is no temptation, no guerrilla, just the indestructible torrent.
When Zhu Biao saw that the flag of the Chinese army was not moving, he slowed down his horse. Although he was powerful, he did not need to consider attacking the entire flag of the Chinese army alone.
When the cavalry behind him caught up, and when Luo Yaxiu, who was covered in blood, led the cavalry to form a team, the attack began.
Zuo Geche personally experienced a Han army charge. The devil-like cavalry rushed towards the forest of guns without fear of life and death, using their own flesh and blood to open a passage for their comrades behind. Then
Countless Han cavalry followed these passages and poured directly into the entire military formation...
"Boom, boom..." was the rumble of a war horse falling to the ground, and the sound of a hammer beating in the heart.
"Kill, kill!" Luo Yaxiu jumped from his horse and landed on the ground, roaring loudly. He chopped down two Zhongshan soldiers on the side with a big knife in his hand, and his blood was sprinkled on his body.
He doesn't have Zhu Biao's martial arts skills, but he has the courage of soldiers who are not afraid of death. He wields a big sword and continues to rush forward, following Zhu Biao's back and moving forward bravely!
"My lord, please retreat. If you don't retreat, it will be too late..."
One of Zuo Geche's generals tried to persuade him anxiously. But Zuo Geche was just like a wooden man. He didn't say a word even though his generals and guards roared and shouted.
"The camp is broken!" Suddenly a guard shouted in horror. How long has it been?
The anxious general and guard looked up, and then the person in charge grabbed Zuo Gecha's arm and shouted loudly: "My lord, make a decision quickly, if it's too late, it's too late!"
"Duke!"
"The Duke..."
The generals around him also shouted in unison anxiously.
"That's all, if you want to escape with your lives, just go ahead!" Zuo Gecha clamped his legs on the horse's belly, and the horse swung forward and grabbed the spear at the winning hook. He was like a god of death.
Zhu Biao rushed away.
…………
After half a ring.
"The Duke is dead!"
"The Duke is dead!"
Like the howl of mourning concubines, the flag of the Central Army commander fell, the 50,000 Central Army collapsed, the 20,000 rear army collapsed, and the 120,000 Central Mountain Army collapsed. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Gone with the Wind
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