Chapter 1 Thunder (Part 2) Ever since the day of the rebellion with the sword, Zhang Jin said that he had forgotten how to write the word "fear", but today, he felt very panicked and did not want to face the legendary Sui Dynasty.
A brave general, not because he is worried that his martial arts skills are inferior, but because of an unspeakable guilt. If the two sides meet, they may be able to expose each other's original identities immediately. He, the head of Zhang Da, doesn't care about being beaten back to his original shape in front of others, but he doesn't want to face him.
To this person’s eyes as pure as water
In my memory, that look was full of innocence in the world, full of warmth, and full of concern for the same kind. These are things that Zhang Jincheng had already left behind. The moment he raised the knife, he burned the house and destroyed the ground.
He has cut himself off from the past, including his two sons, who he later recognized as his own, rather than his own biological children.
The enemy general's gaze must be like a sharp arrow, and no matter how strong the armor is, it is difficult to defend against it. Zhang Jincheng suddenly regretted that he should not have coveted the food and grass in Nangong City and came to take risks. If the names of the leaders of the army and the invincible generals had been linked in advance
, he would definitely consider whether to continue marching north, but the scouts under his command were ignorant. They only told that a group of frontier troops from Fenyang were stationed in Boling, but they did not find out clearly that the name of the commander of this frontier army was Li Mingxu!
Now, it's too late to think about anything. He must lead his team to fight proactively, use the only two thousand cavalry under his command to entangle the enemy, and then order all the infantry to wait for an opportunity to attack, using his own numerical advantage to start a melee with the enemy. If these two steps
If the arrangements are successful, everyone still has a chance to escape today. If the opponent is allowed to keep shooting, the brothers under his command will not be able to survive half a stick of incense before they will be defeated.
Zhang Jincheng led his bodyguards and quickly rushed out from the formation his two adopted sons, Zhang Cai and Zhang Bao, each leading more than a hundred brothers to protect him. Three teams of cavalry on the left and right flanks formed a "pin" shape.
He quickly pounced on the group of enemy cavalry closest to him, but the opponent refused to stand up to fight. Instead, he quickly relaxed the bow string that was fully opened, soaring like the wind. Then, while widening the distance between them, he kept turning back to fire cold arrows.
Fighting in this way, the peasant army suffered a lot. Although they were also on war horses, the opponent was retreating while turning around to shoot. Looking from a distance, Zhang Jin said that the father and son seemed to be deliberately approaching the tip of the opponent's arrow. "Accelerate, accelerate."
, don’t fight back!” Zhang Jincheng roared angrily, forbidding his brothers to delay any longer, “Stick up, stick up and trade your life with them!” He felt smoke rising from his throat and eyes.
Also breathing fire
Zhang Jin said that he would never do this kind of loss-making business while shooting at each other while running.
The only thing he can rely on when talking about the same thing is a weakness of his brothers. Because the leather armor on his body is thin, the cold arrows fired by the opponent can easily cause huge damage to the brothers under his command. But at the same time, because of
Thin, the animal's weight under the crotch is small, and it can offset the physical deficiencies within a short distance.
People kept falling off their horses while running, and then being trampled to pieces by their own people. The screams came one after another, mixed with the "Puff" sound of arrows being shot into the flesh, and the screams of the ownerless horses. Zhang Jin said that he could not look back, so he could only look back.
He could lower his body and squeeze the mount's physical strength to the maximum. "Accelerate, accelerate and maintain formation!" He heard his own voice wailing, and at the same time he heard his brother Zhang Jinli who stayed in the formation blowing the horn for a full-scale attack.
"Woo-wu-wu-wu!" The horn sounded high and low, like the roar of a dragon and the roar of a tiger. This meant that the sacrifices of the cavalry were not in vain, and the attack rhythm of the official army had been disrupted! The cavalry archers could no longer act like
It turns out that it was so easy to take turns to attack! "Dong dong dong dong dong dong dong... dong dong!" Along with the sound of horns, there were war drums, and the drum hammers that fell in the pool of blood were picked up by other minions and beat hard,
To strengthen one's reputation
The minions who had recovered from the sudden blow followed the sound of drums and quickly followed the smoke raised by the horses. Their circular hedgehog array suddenly poked out a sharp point from the center, and then the bulging part quickly elongated.
, widened, like a poisonous snake waking up from hibernation, slowly opening the tongue of its curled up body, pointing at a group of officers and soldiers, but the prey was still retreating quickly, never intending to fight.
Zhang Jin said that he knew that he had advanced too far. The cunning enemy army obviously used the tactic of luring the enemy deep. He was surprised that the enemy adjusted the tactics so smoothly. From the time he led the troops to attack until now, the war horses have only escaped.
More than two hundred steps later, the opponent seemed to have predicted it beforehand. A deep groove formed in the center of the entire formation.
The trench was facing Zhang Jincheng's horse head, so he and his brothers could not find anyone to fight for. The two wings where Zhang Cai and Zhang Bao were were already fighting with the enemy. They were defeated by the enemy who gathered in from both sides.
When the army is trapped, they must either turn around and run away, or attack more with fewer strikes.
"Accelerate, keep accelerating, don't worry about the two wings!" Zhang Jincheng raised his horizontal sword and shouted angrily that the opponent was obviously trying to outflank the two wings. He just took advantage of this and the enemy's formation had turned into a hook shape, and there were many cavalry attacking from a distance.
Back, Zhang Jin said he planned to smash down from the big bend of the "hook" to completely break the opponent's formation as he continued to strengthen the team's thickness.
A row of feather arrows flew towards the face. There were not many in number, but the shots were accurate and very powerful. One of them was knocked away by Zhang Jincheng with a horizontal knife, and the other two brushed against his shoulders and passed behind and to the side of him. There was a tragic sound immediately.
Shouting, someone fell off the horse, someone was seriously injured. In order to avoid being trampled to death by his own people, the injured person held back the pain, hugged the horse's neck with both hands, and continued to run forward. The blood was dripping on the road before Zhang Jincheng could see clearly.
His own loss was another row of feather arrows, denser and more urgent. The guard beside him fell down, followed closely by the messenger Zhang Jincheng who fell from his horse. He picked up the horn from the opponent's empty saddle with the tip of his knife and flicked it.
Give yourself your left hand, raise it to your cheek, and blow hard
"Woo-wu-wu-wu!" This was the horn of death. The opponent had already fired two rounds. Zhang Jin said that he would never give the enemy a chance to fire his bow a third time. The minions on horseback heard this.
Ling took out the horizontal sword, shook off his arm, raised his arm straight, the sword was as bright as a sickle...
"Boom!" After paying hundreds of lives, the thieves finally collided with the officers and soldiers. The sound was like the crashing of the waves on the shore. With people shouting and horses neighing, blood suddenly splashed several feet high, blooming in mid-air.
A bright red peony then falls in profusion. It is the flower of life. Each petal represents an unwilling soul. Life is brilliant and death is brilliant.
Everyone's movements slowed down in front of Zhang Jincheng's eyes. He saw the white blade cutting through the armor, cutting into the skin and flesh, cutting off the bones. He saw himself and the enemy falling off their horses alternately. Then, all his sight was blocked by the flying flesh and blood, and there was nothing in front of him.
A dazzling red remains
Zhang Jin said that he was convinced that his team had hit the weakest point of the enemy's formation and accomplished the set goal of entangling the opponent's cavalry. But he soon discovered that the price he paid was several times higher than expected! He
Both wings of the army had been cut off by the enemy. Zhang Cai and Zhang Bao, the adopted sons, were locked in a bitter battle. They and the Chinese army could no longer care about each other. The infantry who followed the cavalry and rushed forward were suddenly detoured by the enemy cavalry halfway.
It was cut into several sections, and the number of people in each section was more than that of the other side, but almost every section was suppressed and beaten by the enemy.
At this juncture of the battle, Zhang Jin said that he could no longer make any tactical adjustments. He could only fight every step of the way. The guards around him engaged the officers and soldiers one after another, causing injuries to each other. An enemy soldier wearing a brigade uniform wore a
Passing through the crowd, they rushed towards him. Zhang Jincheng fought with his sword. The two horses circled and kicked each other with their front hooves. The light of their swords flickered. The brigade leader swept towards Zhang Jincheng's chest; Zhang Jincheng quickly moved on the horse.
He raised his head and held the opponent's blade close to the tip of his nose. His eyelids felt a deep chill, and countless small bumps appeared on his forehead. Before the opponent could use the technique, Zhang Jincheng let out a loud shout, and his body fell on the horse's back.
He made a sideways spin and hit the enemy's weak spot with his kick.
He heard the sound of cracking ribs, then he sat upright and led his horse to step on his opponent who was rolling and struggling on the ground. Several officers and soldiers rushed to kill him, forcing his horse. The next moment, Zhang Jincheng's soldiers also
The generals rushed forward and fought hard against the officers and soldiers. Both sides drew their swords and slashed at each other, sacrificing more lives to save one person.
The brigade leader struggled to stand up and stumbled a few steps forward between the legs of countless horses. Then, based on his hearing, he judged that the horse next to him was riding an enemy soldier. He rushed forward and hugged the horse.
The man's thigh was pulled hard, and the gangster on the horse had to cut back to save himself. He slashed the man's back once, twice, and three times. The injured Lu Su let out a long howl like a wolf, and his body was covered with blood.
Full of blood, he forcefully tore off the saddle. The two hugged each other, rolling on the ground, fighting, screaming, and then suddenly separated, rolling in a pool of blood, moving away, and stopped struggling one after another.
"I want your lives!" Zhang Jincheng's eyes turned red and he rushed towards the enemy crazily. After fighting for so many years, he had never seen such brave officers and soldiers. In his memory, it was the officers and soldiers who fought close to each other.
The most fearful thing is that every time the minions press forward, the opponent would rather retreat temporarily than trade his life. But this time, the enemy is more ruthless and evil than the minions under his command who have eaten two-legged sheep, and they are not afraid of killing him.
It takes almost two or three of his subordinates to get one from the other side. As long as the enemy cannot be killed with one blow, the injured guy will use his last strength to pull a minion to his back.
"Thief leader, take your life!" A very handsome young officer raised his spear to meet Zhang Jin. He said that the spear was like a poisonous snake and could not leave his vital points. Zhang Jin said that he blocked the left and right, leaving his guards in a panic.
Risking their lives to protect each other, trying to bully the opponent with more troops, the soldiers under his command also moved closer, and became a big knot with Zhang Jincheng's guards.
Outside the battle group, horses roamed wildly, and countless souls returned to the dust.
