Lin Feng, the Cavalry Captain, rode up the mountain and reported breathlessly: "King Wu personally led the rebel army to the end, and is fighting with ten thousand iron kites."
Tang Heizi asked hurriedly: "King Wu led 300 rebel troops to fight with 10,000 iron kites?"
Lin Feng nodded and said: "Yes, they are fighting."
Tang Heizi looked at Wu Jian, and Wu Jian said: "The Nilin Army is the elite that King Wu asked me to train. With King Wu leading it, it is not a problem to fight with ten thousand iron kites."
"Now that King Wu has ended in person, it's a critical moment."
"Send the order, everyone mounts up and kills!"
Lin Feng and Tang Heizi immediately mounted their horses, the flag on the top of the mountain waved, and fifty thousand lancers mounted their horses.
Wu Jian, holding a nine-ring sword, reached the front of the cavalry team.
Pointing his broadsword at the Xixia Camp down the mountain, Wu Jian was the first to rush down.
Rumble
Fifty thousand cavalrymen swooped down from high ground, their momentum was like breaking bamboo.
The Xixia camp at the foot of the mountain was mostly composed of monk soldiers, and the general in command was Master Huixian of Zhenguo Temple.
Hearing the sound of horse hooves, Master Huixian immediately rushed out with a three-pointed knife.
Looking up at the hillside of Chiyan Temple, I saw the lancers in blue armor rushing down like a flash flood. It felt like the whole mountain was about to collapse.
"kill!"
Master Huixian was furious and called on the monk soldiers to pick up weapons to resist.
Master Huixian recognized Wu Jian and knew that Wu Jian's cultivation level was no more than that of a king. The two men had similar cultivation levels, so Master Huixian was not afraid.
Wu Jian rode a horse and jumped into the Xixia camp first. The nine-ring sword clattered and several bald heads were cut off to the ground.
When Master Huixian saw Wu Jian coming to fight, he rode a horse and came to fight.
"Wu Jian!"
Master Huixian rode his horse to kill Wu Jian, and the three-pointed knife went straight to Wu Jian's heart.
When Wu Jian heard the sound, he sneered in his heart and rushed towards Master Huixian to kill him.
The three-pointed knife stabbed, and the nine-ringed sword met with a horizontal slash.
when!
The three-pointed knife was so shocked that it flew out of his hand. Master Huixian was startled. He instantly understood that Wu Jian's cultivation level had greatly increased, and he was definitely not a king's cultivation level.
However, the two horses collided at extremely fast speeds. Before Master Huixian could finish his thoughts, the nine-ringed sword had already arrived.
Master Huixian hurriedly turned sideways, and his right arm was cut off by the nine-ring sword. Master Huixian let out a miserable cry.
When the sword failed to kill Master Huixian, Wu Jian secretly cried out that it was a pity and immediately reined in his horse and turned around to pursue Master Huixian again.
Master Huixian's right arm was cut off with a knife. He was so painful that he lay on his horse and ran away.
Wu Jian was chasing after him wildly. The cavalry was condescending and broke through the fence. The defense line of the monk soldiers collapsed.
Master Huixian ran all the way. Wu Jian hung up his nine-ring sword, picked up the bow on his horse, and fired several arrows at Master Huixian.
Master Huixian was hit by an arrow in the back and his speed slowed down. Wu Jian caught up and killed Master Huixian with a single blow.
The general was dead, and the Xixia army quickly collapsed and fled westward.
Tang Heizi and Lin Feng led the cavalry and followed Wu Jian straight to Zhenguo Temple.
When we arrived at Zhenguo Temple, we saw the Xixia army retreating.
Wu Jian held his sword and rushed into the retreating Xixia army. The Xixia army quickly retreated. Seeing that it was already dark, Wu Jian stopped chasing and withdrew his troops and entered Zhenguo Temple.
When he arrived at the foot of the mountain, Tang Heizi was deeply shocked when he saw the scene of mountains of corpses.
After fighting for so many years, it was the first time I saw such a miserable scene.
"Shi Le is crazy."
Riding Captain Lin Feng shook his head and sighed.
Wu Jian led his troops into Zhenguo Temple, and when they reached the top of the mountain, they saw Long Chen.
"Sir, are you okay?"
When Wu Jian walked into the room, there were only two people, Long Chen and He Juntao.
"Old Wu, sit down."
"Tang Heizi, sit down and talk."
Wu Jian and Tang Heizi sat down with their weapons beside them.
Both of them had blood on their armor, and the blood on their weapons was still wet.
"The killing was so brutal today."
Wu Jian thought of the corpses under the city and couldn't help but sigh.
Long Chen said coldly: "Shi Le wants to waste our troops. He doesn't care about the life and death of the Xixia people."
In fact, from Shi Le's perspective, Shi Le was right to do this.
As the king of Xixia, as long as he can kill Long Chen, no matter how many people die, it is worth it.
Wu Jian asked: "What are the casualties of our army?"
Long Chen said: "Still cleaning up the battlefield."
Long Chen asked Han Ziping to clean up the battlefield and see what the damage was.
After a while, Han Ziping came in and paid homage: "King Wu, General Wu."
Wu Jian asked: "What are our casualties?"
Han Ziping said: "The killing was very brutal today. Almost 20,000 of our brothers died."
Long Chen frowned slightly, this was more than he expected.
Originally, Long Chen thought that with the city wall fortress, he could suffer at most 10,000 casualties.
Wu Jian asked in a deep voice: "How many were killed?"
Han Ziping shook his head and said: "The corpses of the enemy soldiers were piled together, probably more than 100,000. The remaining monk soldiers from Zhenguo Temple should all be dead. "Almost all the monk soldiers brought from Zhaoti Temple are also dead."
When Shi Le attacked the city, he fought so fiercely that the infantry was exhausted and the iron kites were finally used as infantry.
Wu Jian nodded slightly and turned to look at Long Chen: "Our army suffered 20,000 casualties and the enemy suffered hundreds of thousands casualties. It's not a loss."
Long Chen shook his head slightly and said: "Our Long family army only has 200,000 people, and we cannot bear to fight like this."
"In today's battle, Xixia's elite infantry should be finished, but the Iron Kites are still there."
"Shile should retreat to the vicinity of Yangcheng and hold firm, and will not launch another attack on Zhenguo Temple."
Infantry must be used to attack a city, and cavalry is used as infantry, which is a melee style of fighting.
Shi Le acted like this today out of pure greed.
When his anger subsides and his mind clears up, he won't do it again.
He should stick to Yangcheng, build fortifications, and wait for Long Chen to attack.
"The most elite soldiers in Xixia are the Iron Kites, and we still have a tough battle to fight."
Wu Jian said with a heavy tone.
After many years at Jade Buddha Pass, Wu Jian knew that the foundation of Xixia lay in cavalry.
If Xixia's cavalry is not eliminated, Xixia will still be there.
Long Chen said: "Ignore them for now, rest tonight, the injured brothers will be treated immediately, and the brothers who died in the battle will be buried with monuments."
Han Ziping bowed and said: "The last general takes orders."
Wu Jian and Tang Heizi stood up and bowed, "Sir, take a rest. Let's take our leave."
Wu Jian and the others exited the room, commanding the soldiers to clean the battlefield and treat the wounded.
He Juntao closed the door, Long Chen unfolded a piece of paper, picked up a brush, and carefully wrote down today's battle.
After the ink was dry, Long Chen rolled up the paper, stuffed it into a bamboo tube, sealed it with sealant, and stamped his name on it.
"Send it back to the capital overnight."
He Juntao accepted it and immediately sent it back to the capital.
Long Chen left the room and walked down from the top of the mountain. Injured soldiers kept being carried into the makeshift tents on the top of the mountain. Military doctors hurriedly ran around to treat the injured soldiers.
The fighting was fierce during the day, but everyone was happy and their morale was high.
Today, Xixia's 400,000-strong army was killed and fled. This was a great victory.
A bonfire was lit, and the soldiers celebrated by eating horse meat around the bonfire.
When Shi Le retreated, those dead iron kites left behind tens of thousands of war horses, which became the rations for the Long family army.
When they arrived at the bathroom at the bottom of the mountain, Zhang Qian and the five of them were washing each other's bodies.
"Husband, come quickly."
Seeing Long Chen come in, Bai Tingting waved happily.
With the five beauties in front of him, Long Chen temporarily forgot about the war.
No matter what we do throughout our lives, we all do it to make ourselves happy.
Long Chen threw aside the blood-stained clothes, slowly walked into the bathroom, and soaked in the water.
Hot water slowly relaxes the body and relaxes the mind.
"Husband, why is your back injured?"
Wu Xiangyun swam over and saw a wound on Long Chen's right shoulder, which seemed to be an arrow wound.
Long Chen turned his head and looked at it, and said with a smile: "I was shot by a cold arrow from the Guards at night. It doesn't matter, no bones were injured."
Wu Xiangyun gently cleaned the wound and said, "I'll give you medicine later."
