Zhao Ang has regarded this battle as the last battle in his life.
With a wave of his long spear, Zhao Qiang rode forward——
This is destined to be an egg-on-stone battle, but on the battlefield...some battles are not necessarily won...
Half an hour?
An hour?
Zhao Ang didn't know how much time he could buy Chang'an with just these more than 10,000 cavalry troops.
But...even so, he...as an official of the Han Dynasty...before the survival of his family and country, he is willing to die to serve his country.
——
boom…
In the Battle of Chang'an, the first battle started on the plains. Zhao Ang and his two lieutenants Pang Gong and Yang Fu led these 10,000 cavalry, and faced off against nearly 30,000 Xiliang cavalry led by Han Sui.
When cavalry clash, the scene is often extremely miserable.
With just one breath, the stumps of their limbs were flying around, and blood was splattering. Many of the Zhao cavalrymen with their long arms could not even penetrate the heavy armor of the Xiliang cavalry, and were stabbed to death in an instant by the opponent's random spears.
Countless people fell off their horses and tried to get up, but they were unable to resist the horse's hooves that came with great force. They quickly died under the horse's hooves and were trampled into pulp immediately afterwards.
On the battlefield, whoever has a stronger fighting spirit will win.
The howling of Zhao Ang's army was more like they were expressing their unwillingness to be killed so easily, and they couldn't even hurt the other party——
The longer you listen to such screams, the more frightening you become -
The cavalry passed by...it took about a moment——
When Zhao Ang was breathing heavily and was about to lead his soldiers to turn around and fight back again... He looked around and saw that the nearly 10,000 cavalrymen before him were already reduced by 30%... no... almost half.
The battlefield not far away was filled with the twisted corpses of Zhao Jiajun... Not only that... a trembling voice suddenly came from beside him:
"Old Zhao...Old Yang has left..."
Zhao Ang didn't dare to look at Pang Gong who said this. He didn't know what the other person's mood was when he said it.
He only saw... Han Sui, who was sneering at them in the distance, with a bloody human head pointed at the tip of his spear...
Yang Fu is dead.
But... Zhao Ang didn't say a word...
Da da--
It was Zhao Ang again. He was the first to rush out of the military formation. The soldiers behind him, with the belief that they would die, followed his footsteps and rushed towards the Xiliang cavalry that could not be defeated.
"Haha...Zhao Ang, I don't know who you learned your ability to commit suicide..."
"But you just want to die...then I will help you!"
Han Sui's eyes were wide open and filled with bloodshot eyes. He seemed to have vented all his hatred for the Han officials on this battle. Han Sui roared, drooled, whistled in the west wind, and vowed to
Kill as fast as you can.
“Leave no one alive!!”
"Kill them all! Leave no one alive!!"
Another death charge, maybe after this time... unless Zhao Ang dies... there will be no one around him who can accompany him to charge into the enemy formation.
"Madam...husband, I will take the first step..."
In the midst of fear and trembling, Zhao Ang smiled... It seemed that the scene in front of him was no longer those ferocious Xiliang cavalry, but the scene when he and Wang Yi first met in the alley.
That year... Wang Yi was young and tall, and he was an official like Zhao Ang. He was a heroic young man. When the two met, they fell in love at first sight. As a result, more than ten years have passed...
Zhao Ang saw Wang Yi in his dream, so he went up to him happily... But he didn't expect that Han Sui, not far away, had already pointed his spear at Zhao Ang——
Han Sui couldn't laugh or cry. Zhao Ang, who used to make things difficult for him because of his erratic behavior, was smiling so miserably and pitifully... Being able to cut off the head of such a person with his own hands was an extremely satisfying feeling for Han Sui.
"It's really ugly...General Zhao...hehehehe..."
The spear was handed forward, and it seemed that with just a slight exertion of force, Zhao Ang would be crushed to death on the tip of his spear.
In front of Han Sui's eyes, Zhao Ang seemed to be in a daze. Without waving the long spear in his hand, one hand came towards him, as if he wanted to grab something, Zhao Ang's face was filled with confusion.
I mean, if Han Sui hadn't been in the army at this moment, he would have laughed so hard that his stomach hurt.
"Die!"
Han Sui roared angrily, not intending to give Zhao Ang any time to survive——
Ten feet…five feet…three feet…
Ding--
"What!"
Not only Han Sui exclaimed in surprise, but even Zhao Ang, who was in his dream, was stunned -
He was clearly about to grab the slender hand of the man in his dream...but he didn't expect that a crossbow arrow that broke through the wind passed directly between his palms——
The crossbow arrow was so accurate that it made people feel numb. It actually passed through such a chaotic battlefield and shot directly from the palm of Zhao Ang's fingers to the tip of Han Sui's spear that went straight to Zhao Ang's eyebrows!
"Who is he! Get out!"
Han Sui drew his horse and stood up. The hand that picked the gun was numbed by the sudden hidden arrow. He trembled all over, thinking that someone was going to shoot a cold arrow at him. He quickly lowered his body, turned the horse's head, and hid deep in the army.
.
"Well! Well done! Boy from the Ma family! What an accurate arrow!"
Han Sui raised his head and quickly looked around. In addition to seeing the Xiliang cavalry fighting with Zhao Jiajun, he suddenly saw two figures at the edge of the battlefield -
"Good nephew! You..."
Han Sui, who had not yet changed his mind, caught sight of the young man on the horse.
The young man was holding a strange crossbow and looking at him with a fierce expression. The look in his eyes made Han Sui feel frightened. When he turned his gaze away unconsciously, he saw another person who made him instinctively frightened.
The figure is charging towards this side.
"Hahaha! General Zhao! Protect yourself, I promise Chu will come too!"
The uninformed Xiliang cavalry thought it was the rumble of thunder coming from the sky. Some people inadvertently looked up to the sky, but took advantage of this gap and were stabbed to death on the spot by the Zhao cavalry in front of them——
More people looked towards the east side of the battlefield in horror...
There--
A burly and powerful cavalry commander was wielding an exaggerated long knife, slashing and killing their colleagues like grass——
And accompanying the cavalry general, there was also a group of silent cavalry——
There were not many of them, only a hundred people in total.
But each of them holds a weird crossbow in their hands...
"Who are they?"
Some people really couldn't resist their curiosity and muttered...but they didn't expect that what they responded to was a rain of arrows pouring down like a gust of wind.
One hundred cavalry may really not be able to change the battlefield where tens of thousands of people are fighting... but one hundred Moon-Chasing Repeating Crossbows can...
Yi Xiaotian stood high on the low ridge, appeared next to the emotional Ma Dai, smiled and patted his shoulder:
"Little brother Ma Dai, are you interested in coming to my side... Your eldest brother and your father will not let you go to the battlefield... But with me, you can become the general of the company I am about to establish."
Seeing the heroic performance of Xu Chu, who instantly tore a gap in Han Sui's army, and the tiger and leopard cavalry beside him, Ma Dai's eyes shone with light.
Han Sui, who hurriedly dodged the crossbow bolts, still didn't understand how many people were attacking him. He shouted: "Break out! Break out! Don't be surrounded by the enemy here!"
But he didn't expect that the cavalry beside him were looking at the wilderness blankly... They had no idea where the siege Han Sui said came from.
Only Zhao Ang stood aside blankly, looking at the figure on the hillside, and suddenly recalled that his wife had mentioned in the letter sent back that on the way to Chang'an - it had been for a man.
A young hermit known as Mr. Yi came to the rescue.
"Mr. Yi..."
Zhao Ang was speechless and could barely dodge a slash in front of him, and hurriedly killed the attacker off his horse.
