"Kill..." Zhu Biao led a thousand cavalry closely behind him, their iron hooves rolling like thunder. After that, more than 10,000 Song infantry troops were high-spirited and high-spirited, shouting and shouting, advancing passionately, and the wind swept
The residual clouds generally swept the remaining Sizhou Army into the long river of history.
Just because they escaped with their lives from the rolling wheels does not mean that they escaped and ascended to heaven. The tens of thousands of Song army infantrymen who followed the chariot had no intention of taking prisoners. They chopped with knives and axes, and completed it in an instant.
Small-scale massacre.
This is just the beginning of harvest. How can you let the prisoners stop you!? If you want to take the prisoners into custody, it should at least be after the Sizhou Army has been completely defeated.
"Hold on, hold on -" a military academy officer who followed the leading pursuer shouted loudly, struggling to gather the troops and sort out the team. This man had a very bad temper and shouted loudly several times that no one was around.
After responding, he had already slashed to death several panicked soldiers.
The soldiers of the Sizhou Army who were routed back from the front completely threw the little organization under his command into chaos. The officers could not find the soldiers, the soldiers could not find the officers, and even he himself, except for his own soldiers, could not see a single person.
The Army Sima and the Colonel were panicked, and the organization was completely in chaos. It was impossible to adjust in a short time. It would take a long time to reorganize the team, but how could the Song Army leave him this time?
Except for Qianxu soldiers who were still guarding the east city, the entire Song army was dispatched, following the chariots with troops to cover their way.
"Get out of the way, get out of the way of me, damn quickly—?"
"You are seeking death, why don't you run back?"
The defeated soldiers of the Sizhou Army desperately wanted to run back, but the retreat was blocked by the troops behind them. However, they were not crazy enough to fight each other, and they were not killing each other yet.
"Go! The whole army is on! Don't retreat..." Tang Qing realized something was wrong from behind, and rushed forward with his own soldiers, shouting loudly along the way. Naturally, he couldn't just watch the troops in front become defeated.
, in that case the defeated troops will definitely charge back, endangering the entire army, and the danger will be great.
Therefore, he marched in now, before the army in front completely collapsed, and blocked the path of the defeated troops. At this moment, Tang Qing had made up his mind to fight with his life, with the lives of the defeated troops in front, and with their flesh and blood.
Fight hard to block the wheels of the Song Army's chariot.
"Don't retreat, don't panic -" In the rebellious army, the grumpy military school relied on bloody methods to collect a small group of defeated soldiers. "Stick to your position and don't retreat. Anyone who retreats without obeying the order will be killed without mercy."
!" What he shouted was that his rough shout was ignored at all. Countless Sizhou Army defeated soldiers still rushed back desperately. At most, they would not go near the captain.
"Damn, damn—"
"Where are the soldiers?" the captain yelled in anger, "Draw the sword for me, use this as a line, if anyone dares to retreat, I will kill him!" The captain rode out at the same time, with a big sword in his hand.
In the first stroke, there was a sound of "Pfft-", and a defeated soldier of the Sizhou Army who was fleeing was immediately killed by two sections of his head.
But when he raised his sword again and wanted to kill another soldier who had fled to him, and when he realized that the atmosphere was not right and was about to turn around and flee sideways, suddenly a cold light flashed in front of his eyes, and immediately he felt a coldness in his throat, and his whole body
It was like falling into a ten-thousand-year-old ice cave, and my whole body was frozen.
A sharp eagle-feather arrow accurately shot into the school captain's throat. The sharp arrows broke through the throat and went straight out of the back of the neck. The strength in the school captain's body faded away. As soon as his hands were released, the broadsword fell from his hands.
He desperately raised his neck, trying to see who shot him in the race, but he failed in the end. His vision went black, and he no longer had any consciousness. The small group of defeated soldiers around him looked at his captain.
He fell off the horse, blood flowed from his neck, and he immediately screamed in panic, and then scattered in all directions, and then the captain's body was trampled under the feet of countless Sizhou troops.
A hundred paces away, Zhu Biao, who was riding in front of the car formation, smiled with satisfaction, put away the bow and arrow in his hand, raised his bright silver gun and charged again.
"It's over, it's all over!" Three of the five battalion captains of the Sizhou Army have died in the battle. A fake captain who was newly promoted by Tang Qing after Pan Yunqi's death looked at the overwhelming defeat in front of him.
He was dumbfounded, and after a while he came to his senses and felt heartbroken. He felt that he had no hope of coming back from this battle. "Quickly, report to the general, report to the general quickly -" It all seemed that Tang Qing had no other way to do it.
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More than 20 of the 300 chariots have been damaged, but not one of the remaining 270 chariots has slowed down the pursuit of the horses. The rolling wheels are like a huge machete, always in the distance.
The flesh and blood of the defeated Sizhou army.
During the retreat, batch after batch of Sizhou troops faced the waves of pursuing troops and chose to surrender under the threat of death.
One after another, the descending troops were submerged by the tide. After all, the Song army could not keep attacking. Therefore, Dou Bing and Feng Enjiang's Qianqi were blocked in the pursuit, which delayed them for a while.
In the end, the Song soldiers fell behind time and time again, and finally became experts in searching for and suppressing surrendered troops.
One of the only two genuine captains left in the Sizhou Army, the two generals who stood behind Tang Qing when Zhu Biao stabbed him, one of them is urgently gathering his troops and lining up in formation. The front is
The sudden change made him shiver all over.
The Song army's intentions were too vicious. They first used a small force to arouse the anger of their entire army, attracting more than 20,000 soldiers and horses to pursue them. After running for a while, the entire army was in chaos. At this time, they suddenly launched a chariot attack.
This is to directly kill the entire army.
How sinister are the intentions??!
"Run!"
"Get out of the way, get out of the way..."
Another camp collapsed.
With a sigh, the captain's heart felt as if it had fallen into the abyss, and it was freezing to the bone. He simply could not imagine what would happen if the defeated soldiers of the three battalions in front of him crashed into the team he had gathered together.
What kind of scene?
It becomes a mess, and then it gets out of hand...
In panic, he seemed to see corpses everywhere, following the road all the way to Xinghe, and then from Xinghe to the edge of Taoshui...
"Go back, come back to me. If you dare to take a step back, you will be killed without mercy!"
The captain calmed down and tried his best. He called out the surrounding soldiers and asked his own soldiers to come back to supervise the battle and put down his harsh words.
Five to six thousand people formed a large group and blocked the road. They immediately attracted the attention of the defeated troops in front, and also attracted the attention of Zhu Biao.
When chasing death in Beizhong, the most taboo thing at this juncture is someone blocking the way.
"Whoosh..." A hail of arrows rose from the formation, fell into the group of defeated soldiers, and fell to the ground.
It was really a ruthless attack. After the three-pointed arrow rain, the group of defeated soldiers like a sea wave could not help but stop in fear.
Zhu Biao rushed in front of the chariot team. The men and horses passed by and there were dead bodies everywhere. The broken troops in front were about to stop. How could he allow it? He waved his hand and shouted loudly: "Children, kill with me -"
The Sizhou army used blood to stop the retreating troops, and he himself used blood to force them to move forward again.
"Kill, kill them -" the army commander leading the chariot shouted, holding up his iron halberd, "disperse them, they are just a group of broken troops, disperse them, they will disperse as soon as they are charged..."
"Drive..." The handlers waved their whips louder, and the horses moved faster.
Two hundred and sixty-seven chariots, like a rolling iron stream, washed away everything.
The more than 200 chariots who were chasing after the Sizhou Army's defeated troops did not exert all their strength in order to prevent them from escaping and engage in a fight between trapped beasts.
Therefore, even though they chased for several miles, they did not exhaust their horsepower. The hundreds of horses pulling the cart still maintained above average strength at this time.
After hearing Zhu Biao's order, while wielding his whip, the soldiers on the chariot also cheered up, shouted loudly, brandished their guns and halberds, and charged forward.
It really broke up in one rush. With blood and flesh flying everywhere, after only one round of collision, the Sizhou Army's defeated troops, who had been barely stopped, could no longer hold up. They left the corpses on the ground and faced the oncoming battle.
The car once again exposed its defenseless back.
The lieutenant was so angry that he immediately ordered his troops to suppress the troops. He led hundreds of guards to join the soldiers of the Tang and Qing Dynasties who came up to block the Song army's chariot.
"Kill, kill, kill..." Amidst the overwhelming shouts, more than 200 chariots were like giant waves rising from the sea, rolling towards them.
Countless Sizhou Army soldiers were like the rotten sand on the beach, and were washed to pieces in an instant under the huge rolling force.
Blood splashed all over the sky, the neighing of war horses, and the wails of soldiers all intertwined into a chaotic and noisy mess at the same time.
Without saying a word, Zhu Biao came straight to the school captain and Tang Qing, clapped his horse and danced with his spear.
At this time, the captain was no longer able to command his men, and the broken troops ran into the formation. The military formation, which had been barely held together, immediately stopped obeying orders. Now the Song Army's chariots rushed like this again, and the clear water was muddy.
They are completely mixed together, and even gods cannot direct them when they come to earth.
The reason why the leading soldiers stopped was because of the intimidating power of the military formation under the captain. He shot and killed hundreds of soldiers. The soldiers were so frightened that they had to stop. However,
Now that the deterrent force was gone, the hearts of the defeated soldiers immediately became excited again.
They were like a piece of loose sand that could fall apart at the first touch. The army had no fighting spirit, and the soldiers had no fighting spirit. If they wanted to regain that fighting spirit immediately, neither the captain nor Tang Qing had the ability and prestige.
With one shot, Zhu Biao killed the captain whose strength was not as good as Chen An and Zhang He. In terms of force alone, this man was far inferior to Pan Yunqi and Liu Yunhu. Then he killed dozens of people with a single shot, effortlessly.
The soldiers blocking the road were rushed to pieces.
It is a pity that the chariot troops have sharp impact and are also very fast in demanding road conditions. The corpses everywhere made the drivers slow down without noticing, and several chariot wheels were stuck by corpses... (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novels will be better and updated faster!)
