Pei Lun's eyes widened, and the fear of dying filled his body. "Zha——" he yelled wildly, but he was not cheering, but venting his fear. The bright silver gun in his hand was dancing like a violent wind,
It was waving wildly, but quite disorganized.
"Chi!" The sound of a sharp knife piercing flesh, Pei Lun's dancing bright silver gun seemed to fill all the space in front of him, but in fact it was full of loopholes. With one stretch and one contraction, Zhu Biao had already opened a cup-sized hole on his body.
of blood holes.
Pei Lun, who had never experienced the true training of victory and whose mentality was completely unbalanced, could kill him with one shot even if Feng Enjiang was in front.
The point-steel gun was swung back, and it seemed that it was the last one, Pei Lun's personal soldier who was loyal to protect the Lord. There was still a layer of blood on the gun head, and he paused slightly on the blade. The machete made of hundred-refined iron was made from the broken wood like a rotten wood.
After two cuts, the gun tip then passed downwards.
"Pfft--" A red mark appeared on the soldier's forehead. When Zhu Biao retracted his steel gun, splattering blood was constantly emerging from the red mark.
"According to Commander Zhu's military order, those of you rebels who put down your swords and guns and descend quickly will avoid death!"
In the dazzling sunlight, the fluttering banners with congratulations were fluttering. The shouts were like boiling water splashed again and again, and the prince's army, whose leader was dead, was like the pale snow and old ice. The two met.
Naturally, the ice melts and the snow melts!
After more than an hour, most of the prince's army in the city were ready to be captured. In terms of generals, only Bian Liangqun, a big fish, escaped from the city with some soldiers. Including the battle outside the city and the east gate.
In the fierce fighting, the imperial army of nearly 70,000 people was wiped out in just three hours.
Of course, the annihilation of the flying ashes did not mean that no one was left alive. The more than 10,000 defeated soldiers who escaped from the east gate were almost completely chased and eliminated until that night. The pursuit of the Song army, which was carried by horse-drawn carriages, had great pursuit speed and endurance.
, the defeated soldiers who were not frightened at all were even more beautiful.
After an afternoon of continuous pursuit, the tired and limp Prince's Army soldiers were carried and slipped into the prisoner-of-war camp. The total number of prisoners of war was more than 55,000. Zhu Biao would not dare to directly swallow the annexation. The next day
When marching into Dong'an County, there were 40,000 troops the day before, and only 30,000 were left. After deducting the casualties in the battle, the remaining 7,000 to 8,000 troops were all used to guard prisoners of war.
Chariots rattled and horses roared. On the second day, an army of 30,000 marched westward, with more than 2,000 taels of carriages carrying them, giving the entire army the majestic momentum of an army of 100,000.
"Drive!" The shouts were buried in the thunderous trampling of horse hooves, and the seven hundred cavalry were like a long dragon, galloping in the wilderness to the east of the city.
The prince's army was all captured, and their horses naturally fell into Zhu Biao's hands. Two hundred horses were allocated to the third battalion's scout team, and the rest were organized into cavalry by Zhu Biao and held in the palm of his hand.
After a long career as a cavalryman, Zhu Biao has an inseparable affection for the cavalry troops. In his eyes, thirty thousand infantry troops are not as important as three thousand fine cavalry troops. This is not only because the latter can be used smoothly, but also because of his own system.
The increase was also optimized to the maximum, especially because in his mind - cavalry was stronger than infantry.
Therefore, the army first had Feng Enjiang's cavalry, then Dou Bing's cavalry, and now it was his own cavalry. As long as there was a chance, he would not give up walking and switch to cavalry.
Zhang Fuyang was left in Gaoming. After all, he was injured and had not yet recovered. The army was led by Chen An and Zhang He. Zhu Biao did not follow the army, but advanced ahead with 700 cavalry, looking directly at Dong'an County.
Kill Xinhua County on the border with Dongcheng County. And further north of Xinhua County is Donglangguan.
Xinhua County and Gaoming County are similar in nature. They are just one of the passing points on the material channel from Dongcheng to the front line. They are not as good as Gaoming County in terms of the number of troops left behind, with only about 2,000 people.
Therefore, Zhu Biao confidently and boldly led 700 cavalry to Xinhua without worrying about hitting the iron plate. From Xinhua to Cangsongguan, two passes and four counties, a full two to three hundred miles of road, the prince of Dong'an County
Even if the soldiers and horses knew that Pei Lun's entire army had been wiped out, even if they wanted to turn the army back from Cangsong Pass, they would not be able to reach it in one day.
"Hey!" The afternoon sun was shining brightly. Outside Xinhua City, Zhu Biao reined in his horse and looked at the city head carefully through the telescope. His teeth suddenly sucked in a breath of cold air. "There's no one there!"
In Xinhua City, which is more than three miles away, the city gates are open, and there are often scattered passers-by coming and going.
What's going on? Empty city plan?
It was not that Pei Lun's troops were completely wiped out by him, at least Bian Liangqun ran away. After one day, it was impossible not to get news here in Xinhua.
"Da da da..." The sound of galloping horse hooves circled around Xinhua City, where the city gate was open.
The east gate is open, and the north gate is also open.
"Chase me -" There are no signs of it on the clean ground outside the east city gate, but it's different outside the north city gate. Those are obviously the traces left by a large group of people leaving the city, and they are clearly printed on
In Zhu Biao's eyes, looking at the open city gate, there is nothing unclear about everything.
The defenders of Xinhua ran north, leaving only the empty Xinhua City. How could the people in the city dare to close the four gates? Of course, they would open the surrounding gates and leave them undefended.
"Where is the Song Army? Where is the Song Army?" The county magistrate came panting from the Yamen. There was not a single person outside the city. "Where is the Song Army? Where are the people?"
This is related to the people in the city as well as his own life and personal interests. Why is the county magistrate not nervous? He is nervous to death. Ever since Bian Liangqun made the decision after escaping back yesterday, his heart has been hanging in the air.
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The policeman who came down from the city looked at the county magistrate who was looking around, curled his lips and said, "Sir, the Song army is chasing north..."
Zhu Biao led his troops to continue heading north, one mile, two miles...five miles...until twenty miles away, the outpost cavalry reported that a large group of imperial infantry had been discovered ahead.
Two to three hundred cavalry and two thousand infantry soldiers from the county and state, this small prince's army is marching towards Donglang Pass.
Seven hundred Song Army cavalry surged out of the horizon like a tide.
Zhu Biao took the lead, waving to the trumpeter beside him and saying: "Blow the trumpet and say hello to them. Tell them that we are coming to kill!"
The contempt from the heart stirred up in the trumpeter's heart when he heard it!
Holding the gun in his right arm, Zhu Biao raised his spear, and the sharp spear tip pierced the sky, high above his head. As Zhu Biao galloped, his confident voice rang in the ears of all the soldiers in the army, "Brothers, destroy them.
Kill me—"
"Kill!" The seven hundred soldiers raised their troops and shouted loudly at the same time. Everyone speeded up their horses. As the horses galloped, an unparalleled momentum quickly gathered in the front of the soldiers.
"Woooo--" The desolate horn sounded, which was a battle order. It was also an alarm bell for the prince's army not far away. When they suddenly encountered such a change, the prince's army in front was almost dumbfounded and took seven or eight breaths.
, and then there was a sudden chaos.
The soldiers of the county, whose quality was relatively low, had already been captured by Dongcheng County. The news that Pei Lun's entire army was annihilated was so shocking that they were overtaken by the Song army without any inner preparation. They did not flee in a hurry.
Bian Liangqun's deterrent power has increased.
Seven hundred cavalry, one hundred people riding in one column, seven columns of cavalry were like a giant piece of solid iron. Under the leadership of Zhu Biao, they galloped towards the Prince's Army who was still in a panic and ran over them.
A thunderous momentum rose in the sprint of the war horses. Seven hundred horsemen were not many, but the sound of rolling thunder made by the 2,800 horse hooves trampling the ground was very disturbing to the soldiers who were completely novices in war.
It is said that it is an irresistible disaster.
The sound of horse hooves was getting closer and closer, but the array of county soldiers was still in a mess.
Bian Liangqun sighed helplessly, and glanced at the two thousand county soldiers with hateful eyes, "Let's go! Come with me -" he waved to the cavalry of two to three hundred people, and tilted his horse's head.
Sliding past the ranks of county soldiers, he ran northward.
"Ah?" The anxious Xinhua County captain who was in the army was stunned. General Bian Liangqun, a direct descendant of the Holy Emperor from the capital of God, actually abandoned the army and ran away. Really, really...
He was filled with shock, anger, resentment, contempt, surprise, and mixed emotions. He couldn't find a suitable word to describe it in an instant.
Not far away, the Song Army cavalry was still rushing towards his troops like mercury pouring down the ground. Every second of the county captain's sluggishness was a crime against his soldiers, but when he came to his senses, it was already
It was tens of seconds later. Song Jun had already charged forward more than a hundred steps——
"kill--"
The soldiers from both sides collided with each other. The prince's soldiers who collided directly were all turned upside down, and their flesh and blood were flying everywhere. Their formations were not aligned, their positions were messy, and the heavy shields and spearmen who should be blocking the first row could not move into place at all.
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They were like chestnuts that had lost the outer shell, with soft flesh and no resistance at all. The 700 cavalry of the Song Army seemed to have entered a crazy state under the leadership of Zhu Biao, just like the
The war horse, shouting wildly, is like a mad tiger. It will knock away whatever it encounters, and chop whatever it touches. Wherever the army comes, it will be invincible to those who stand in its way, and no one can take away its edge. But once the army in the front ranks,
If it was damaged, the cavalry behind it would immediately make up for it, row after row, passing through the Prince's Army array like passing through a sieve, never giving the enemy any chance to breathe.
Holding the sword in hand, looking left and right, they advanced wildly with shouts and slashed and killed wantonly. This battle of 700 cavalry was hearty and extremely enjoyable.
In reality, the front line of the Prince's Army was completely swallowed up by the Song Army's cavalry. Each human life was like a fallen leaf in autumn, blown up by a strong wind, flying all over the sky, and then scattered to an uninhabited corner, turning into a pile of fertile soil.
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Immediately following the middle section of the military column where the county captain was.
Zhu Biao always charged at the forefront of the army. The prince's army in front of him became more and more scattered, and he became more and more excited. He was like a bloodthirsty tiger, shouting and shouting, and dancing with the steel gun in his hand.
Whirring like a hot wheel, the prince's army soldiers in front of him turned into wisps of dead souls and left under the impenetrable shadow of the spear.
The yellow Song army battle flag fluttered in the wind, and the flag with black characters on a white background with a big word "Zhu" written on it formed a pair of towering direction signs, guiding the direction of the seven hundred cavalry troops fighting bravely. (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novels will be better and updated faster!)
