Chapter Eight hundred and forty-five The defeat is so miserable!
Zhu Tong, Chen Mengren, Zhou Ziang, Xia Yunzhuo and other generals were dressed in military uniforms and stood on the horse beside Zhu Biao. Behind him were one hundred thousand soldiers, the elites who had followed Zhu Biao in the north and south, arrayed behind him, their morale as high as a rainbow.
"Woo... Wu..." Long-lasting horn sounds sounded one after another. The generals in charge of the army seemed to be urging Zhu Biao to attack immediately and start the attack immediately.
Zhu Biao turned to look at Zhu Tong and others, and smiled at them. "Follow me, keep close, we will ride on the enemy's lines."
The four people nodded repeatedly. The violent surge of blood before the battle made them almost breathless. This was not nervousness or excitement, but a reappearance of memories.
The cavalry fought against the infantry in a mighty and mighty manner, attacking the enemy head-on. The memory of outside Xiyang City came to mind!
This kind of memory is buried in the blood of the Hedong Army. Those of the four who have not experienced the original battle will only yearn for it more and be more agitated to drive straight into the enemy's formation today.
The chaos in the Zhou army's battle formation was increasing, and the war drums and horns were in a mess. The officers and soldiers in each army were in danger, and they inadvertently wanted to squeeze towards the center of the battle formation, as if this could relieve the panic in their hearts.
Xiang Zhenkui stood on horseback under the banner, looking at the dense cavalry on three sides, feeling that he no longer had the confidence he had before.
I am going to lose this battle!
I only thought about the fighting power of the two armies, but I was defeated by hunger, fatigue and cold wind. And the person who controls hunger, fatigue and cold wind is the enemy on the opposite side. I must keep this lesson in mind!
"Bang the drum...bang the drum..." Xiang Zhenkui suddenly raised his hands and roared at the top of his lungs, "Today we will fight to the death with the traitor, fight to the death..."
"Fight to the death..." Cheng Xiaofeng, Xin Jia and others also shouted loudly, and their flying horses galloped into their own formations.
The fierce and powerful sound of war drums soared into the sky.
Zhu Biao looked up at the blue sky.
As the saying goes: Heaven and God take the blame!
At first, he had no intention of killing all the Xiang Zhenkui tribe. After all, no general would take 30,000 to 40,000 cavalry and 1 to 200,000 infantry to fight the 100,000 infantry and 150,000 famous Bai Zhan. Jingqi went to fight in the field. But he didn't want to. Xiang Zhenkui just did it. Zhu Biaoru would be too amateur if he didn't seize this opportunity.
Slowly raised the spear.
Dozens of horn soldiers raised their horns.
Zhu Biao reined in the reins with his left hand and lightly touched the horse's belly with his right foot. The green horse immediately stood upright, raised its head and neighed.
"Kill..." Zhu Biao shouted as he waved his spear.
The war horse took off in the air. He jumped towards the slope and galloped towards the battlefield.
"Woo... Wu..." The charging horn resounded throughout the sky.
"Boom..." The 140,000 cavalry army slowly started up amidst the sound of horns, just like the flood that burst the embankment and broke away the embankment, making a roar that shook the world.
From the front, Zhu Biao took the lead, firmly controlled the speed of his horses, and led the army to advance rapidly.
The generals behind him roared continuously. The blood in his body was boiling with the strong wind howling in his ears.
Zhu Biao's expression was stern, and his strong body rose and fell with the galloping horses. His eyes were always staring at the Zhou army's banner in front of him. That was his goal, the place he wanted to capture first.
"Woo... Wu..." The horn sounded again, penetrating the thick roar and reaching every corner of the battlefield.
To the east, Zhu Wu raised his spear. He looked back and shouted, "Speed up, speed up..."
The ground was trembling violently, and every soldier of the Zhou army could feel their heartbeats intensifying crazily as the trembling ground shook. The Tang army within the circle let out thunderous cheers.
The cavalry army set off huge waves like a shocking tsunami, and smashed over them with overwhelming force.
The Zhou army soldiers all had pale faces, and their tall bodies curled up involuntarily, as if they were trying to find a chance to survive in a desperate situation.
Even some people were heartbroken. They had never seen such a thrilling scene. The vastness of hundreds of thousands of cavalry charging head-on made them feel for the first time that death had caught their necks.
The soldiers on the front line of Zhou Dynasty screamed in despair. They desperately pulled the crossbows in their hands, and hundreds of crossbows were given to Zhu Biaojun, especially the Hedong Jingqi who rushed to the front. They would definitely kill him. But hundreds of them were killed.
The human losses were so insignificant compared to the total amount of 140,000 riders.
Some crossbows aimed at Zhu Biao, who was at the forefront of the impact. Hundreds of crossbow arrows hit him one after another, and then collapsed one after another.
Zhu Biao should be grateful that his "Great Shift of the Universe" has reached the seventh level, otherwise, under the continuous fire of this crossbow, even if he can save his life, the green horse will definitely turn into a puddle of flesh.
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Some Zhou soldiers were squeezing back, and every inch they retreated seemed to bring them hope of survival.
The horses were running faster and faster, and the cavalry soldiers lay on their backs, urging the sitting horses to reach their ultimate speed.
The roar suddenly rose, and the world shook at this moment.
"Huh...ho..." Zhu Tong waved his sword and shouted wildly, "Huh...ho..."
"Hoo ho..." Hedong cavalry raised their weapons and shouted with all their strength to respond, "Hoo ho..."
"Hoo...ho..." First 40,000 soldiers responded at the same time, and then 140,000 people shouted at the same time. It was like thousands of sky thunders exploding over the battlefield. In an instant, the situation changed and the heaven and earth were moved.
Amid the roars, the galloping sounds of 140,000 war horses merged into an unrivaled sound wave, which exploded in the center of the battlefield.
Arrows shuttled through the air like locusts. The Xiangbu Zhou troops, who had never fought against Zhu Biao, suffered a heavy loss as expected.
They only had time to shoot an arrow when the elite cavalry led by Zhu Biao rushed in front of them.
At that time, the crossbowmen were still loading their crossbows, and the archers had not yet drawn their rifles.
The Zhou army was immediately in chaos.
The disbelief and surprise in their hearts added another layer of chill to their already at a disadvantage.
Fortunately, the Zhou army, also known as the elite, did not collapse because of this.
When the shields and spearmen in the front row were pushed away by Zhu Biao and other generals, the crossbowmen who had no time to retreat pulled out the broken blades at their waists and mustered up the courage to rush towards the horseshoes.
As the crossbowmen of the long-range strike force, holding short blades and confronting the king of land warfare head-on, it is simply impossible to win. The crossbowmen of the Zhou army who rushed forward all had tragic faces, and they already had the will to die in their hearts.
But their deaths did not have the effect they hoped for. Because the crossbowmen who had the courage to use short blades to block the cavalry charge accounted for less than half of their total number, so what about the remaining half of them?
They retreated, fled, rolled back and disrupted their own formation. They blocked the advance of the rear formation with spears and swords——
Xiang Zhenkui closed his eyes sadly!
coward--
"Kill, kill in..." Zhu Biao shouted again when he saw the Zhou army was in chaos.
"Kill, kill..."
An army of 140,000 cavalrymen attacked from three sides with majestic momentum. They roared in, and in an instant, blood and flesh flew everywhere in the town.
Zhou's soldiers had no power to fight back. They were in a chaotic formation and died miserably under the trampling of iron hoofs. Their severed limbs and arms were accompanied by pieces of blood flying in the sky.
As the cavalry army continued to advance, the encirclement of the army on the battlefield was completely scattered. Shangguan Renqing seized the opportunity and led his troops to counterattack with all his strength.
Gradually, everyone in the Zhou army lost the confidence to resist. As long as they could retreat, everyone rushed towards the south road opened by Zhu Biao.
The battlefield area is shrinking little by little. The smaller the battlefield, the higher the concentration of soldiers, and the slower the attack speed of the iron cavalry. The cavalry that has lost its speed is not as useful as the infantry against enemies that are densely packed together.
Zhu Biao commanded his troops appropriately and slowed down the pressure a little.
The horn sounded, and the more than 100,000 cavalrymen on the battlefield immediately slowed down. Holding the bloody spear high, Zhu Biao clearly pushed the battle step by step towards the ultimate goal he desired - to kill along the way!
This is the most suitable tactic for cavalry.
"Woo... Wu..." Nearly a hundred horns were blown one after another, and the low and rapid sound penetrated the huge killing sound on the battlefield and went straight to the sky. When the ministries heard the sound of the horns, they immediately blew their horns and echoed, one after another on the battlefield.
The trumpets come and go in an endless stream!
The Zhou soldiers who were surrounded at the front knew that they would die. After experiencing the initial fear, they began to launch a crazy counterattack under the command of the officers. Although this could not change their fate, death was imminent, and they were desperate for survival.
It also forced them to pin their last hope of survival on the weapons in their hands. Even if they died, they would have to use one as a backing.
They will not surrender because they know very well that even if they surrender at this moment, Zhu Biaojun will never accept them.
Surrender, no one can surrender! But at this moment, they discovered a miracle.
The enemy cavalry, which had been pressing hard step by step, suddenly showed a slight relaxation. For the desperate Zhou soldiers, it was like grabbing a life-saving straw in the turbulent flood.
The Zhou soldiers went crazy. They roared like wild beasts, completely ignoring any danger, and took advantage of this slight easing to plunge headlong into the rising tide.
Both the Tang cavalry and the Hedong cavalry suddenly felt that the resistance of the forward Zhou soldiers was greatly weakened. Naturally, their strength greatly increased, they shouted wildly, their horses neighed, and they were like 'cutting melons and vegetables'.
Once again, the sound of killing shook the sky.
With a chance to vent their anger and a slight easing of tension, the Zhou soldiers who had been so tightly packed suddenly relaxed, and everyone rushed to rush towards the south road.
Xiang Zhenkui looked at the gap to the south, looked at the soldiers fleeing, and sighed in despair. It was not a road to survive, but a road to death. If there is one missing among the three, there must be one missing.
ambush!
"General, go quickly, go quickly..." Xin Jia rushed to Xiang Zhenkui's side and shouted, "This battle has been lost and there is no turning back. General, it is important to protect yourself." Then he rushed towards General Xiang Zhenkui.
He shouted: "Quick, let's protect the general and rush out, quick..."
"It's a dead end, it's a dead end!" Xiang Zhenkui shook his head sadly, "Zhu Biao's intention is obvious. He just wants to drive us to the south and chase us along the way. If we don't fight to kill the latter, the entire army will be destroyed.
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Xin Jia was stunned for a moment. He was also a veteran. He immediately reacted as soon as Xiang Zhenkui reminded him. He grabbed Xiang Zhenkui's arm and said, "General, the soldiers have already rushed over. We can't stop them. I want to
Even if we try to stop him, we won't be able to stop him. The general will still take advantage of this opportunity to rush out, and he will lead his troops to cut off the rear. If you take a step back, you will betray our Xin family."
Xiang Zhenkui felt pain in his heart. If Xin Jia stayed behind, he would die.
"Why don't you take the general away quickly——"
Xin Jia yelled at General Xiang Zhenkui, while he smiled sadly in his heart.
He came to pull Xiang Zhenkui out with good intentions, but in the end he got himself involved. How ironic.
Xiang Zhenkui sighed and said nothing more. Protected by his generals and guards, he rushed to the south road with the torrent of escape. He didn't even say anything about how Xinjia would report to the court after his "glory".
Not interesting.
Zhu Biao led his personal guards roaring into the middle formation, and those who stood in his way were invincible.
Xin Jia kept his word. He commanded the men and horses led by his own soldiers to fight desperately. Time was precious at this moment, and if he could block it for a moment, more soldiers could escape from the battlefield.
Zhu Biao was as fast as lightning. He shot away the spear in Xin Jia's hand. Then he stretched out his arm and lifted him up high. "Where is Xiang Zhenkui?"
The appearance and appearance of the general under Zhou Jun's banner was obviously not Xiang Zhenkui. Although Zhu Biao had never seen Xiang Zhenkui in person, he could have seen his portrait.
Xin Jia roared angrily, reached out and pulled out the sword from his waist, and struck Zhu Biao hard. Seeing that he was still alive, Zhu Biao didn't wait for his sword to fall. With one hand, he threw it into the air. The spear was like a rainbow, and there was a "plop" sound.
The volley penetrated Xin Jia's body.
He roared again and asked an officer next to Xiang Xinjia, "Where is Xiang Zhenkui?"
Xin Jia opened his mouth and spurted blood, looked at the officer with wide eyes, and died.
The officer hesitated.
Zhu Biao shot him away with one shot, then swept him across to interrupt the Zhou army's banner. He raised his head and shouted, "Find Xiang Zhenkui and capture Xiang Zhenkui alive."
On the galloping road, Yu Shiwan's defeated Zhou army fled.
In the wilderness 200 steps away on both sides of the galloping road, Zhu Biao's cavalry was neither in a hurry nor slow, maintaining almost the same direction and speed as them. From a distance, they did not look like enemies, but more like they were rushing to the battlefield together.
of the same army.
Hou Sheng was caught in the middle of the fleeing soldiers and ran all the way, sweating profusely and panting.
After running for a while, he died. He had been injured in the rebellion before. Every time he ran, his muscles were affected, causing pain and pain. Now he regretted listening to the words of his captain He Qingsheng, and he should not give up.
Horse walks.
Although his war horse was broken, there were still good horses among the soldiers. As a result, He Qingsheng said that riding on a horse would be a big target. He would soon become a target and be chased and killed by Zhu Biaojun. He looked back at He Qingsheng,
He Qingsheng had also thrown away his helmet, armor, bow and arrows, and was holding a spear in his hand. He was running and looking around with a very calm expression, obviously looking for an opportunity to escape.
The people who came from Song Nijun were different. They had rich experience in escaping. He couldn't help but admire him. He turned around and looked around, and found that there were people from He Qingsheng in front and behind him. These people were all rebels under King Song in the past.
As for his old subordinates, except for dozens of soldiers who were still following him, none of them could be seen.
Hou Sheng couldn't run anymore, but he couldn't stop either. Once he stopped, he would probably be pushed to the ground by the people behind him. He Qingsheng could see Hou Sheng's fatigue, he had always been very discerning.
, among the tens of thousands of Song troops and dozens of Song generals who surrendered, he was the best at it. He took a few quick steps, rushed to Hou Sheng's side, pulled off his helmet, and threw it to the ground, "
General, we are running for our lives now, not fighting, so why are you carrying this thing with you? Come on, take off your armor and throw away your bow and arrows. Sooner or later you will die from exhaustion carrying so many things."
Hou Sheng couldn't even speak. He was sweating all over from running in the winter, and the sweat soaked into the wound, which was burning. In a few seconds, he threw away all the burdens on his body, and suddenly he felt relaxed and his steps became brisk.
"General, something is wrong." He Qingsheng pointed at Zhu Biao's cavalry galloping on both sides of the road and said loudly, "They should have rushed up to kill us, but why now..."
"They want to drive us to exhaustion and then clean up." Hou Sheng swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva and said breathlessly.
The defeated soldiers still have some strength left at this time, unless they are traumatized like Hou Sheng. When Zhu Biao's cavalry attack them, it's not that they can't bite off a piece of fat, but they also have to lose some.
Therefore, they do not take action now, but continue to follow. In ten miles at most, and at least five miles, the defeated soldiers will be exhausted. If they take action at that time, it will be pure massacre.
He Qingsheng looked fearfully at the cavalry flying in the distance, and suddenly shouted at Hou Sheng, "Let's surrender."
Hou Sheng was stunned for a moment and surrendered. He had never thought that his hometown was in Quanzhou. If he surrendered, his whole family would suffer.
Seeing that Hou Sheng had not spoken for a long time, He Qingsheng made a gesture to his close followers behind him, and then shouted, "General, your hometown is in the south. If you don't surrender, we will surrender. Where are we running now?"
Either way, it's better to stop and surrender. When Zhu Shuai was in Kaizhou, I met him once. If he surrendered, he would definitely survive."
"You don't want to miss your family anymore?" Hou Sheng looked directly at He Qingsheng.
"My parents are gone. My wife and children were sent away when the King of Song Dynasty started his army. The few concubines in the house are so annoying. If you want to surrender, then surrender. If you don't surrender, I will too.
I can’t help but feel sorry for myself. This place is so flat, you will die wherever you go. I don’t want to die!”
Hou Sheng didn't say anything, but he didn't immediately draw his sword or raise his arms and shout. Even when dozens of guards around him tried to draw their swords, he stopped him. He Qingsheng was overjoyed and shouted wildly at his surrounding men, "
Everyone shouted together, shouted together, saying that we are willing to surrender, we want to surrender."
"He Qingsheng, you surrender, but I won't surrender. I am a prisoner -"
With a snap, the waist knife fell from Hou Sheng's hand to the ground.
He Qingsheng's soldiers and subordinates shouted impatiently, and then more fleeing soldiers followed and roared, and the pace of many people's escape gradually slowed down.
Although he only had a thousand old troops, He Qingsheng managed to drag down nearly ten times the number of defeated troops.
A large piece of the mighty wave of defeated troops was dug out of the middle. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian.com to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile users
