Li Yuanchao rode his horse slowly with a pale face. The weather was still cold enough to freeze a person's nose, but he seemed a little listless. Even the horse he sat on had his head lowered, snorting hot air from his nose out of boredom.
Behind him were a thousand cavalrymen who looked equally listless, dejected, dejected, and without any fighting spirit.
This team marched slowly in the wilderness. In the north wind, they looked so helpless and desolate. Is this an army that has lost its soul? Yes, because you don't need to look carefully to find that this is an army that has lost its soul.
A team without military flags. A cavalry team of more than a thousand people will always make noisy noises while marching, but the silence of the team's march seems terrifying. A team that has even lost its battle flag is no different from a person who has lost his soul.
Anyone who sees this team will probably have the same first impression, which can be summed up in four words: lifeless.
but!
If you observe carefully enough, you will find that although this cavalry team of more than a thousand people looks miserable, no one has discarded their weapons. Some people sit on the horse with their heads lowered and wipe their hands over and over again.
The horizontal sword is as bright as the dazzling lightning in the quiet night. Even everyone is carrying a hard bow on his back, and the arrows in the quiver are full of arrows. There is also a sharp arrow within reach of the winning hook.
A horse spear that can easily pierce two layers of leather armor.
There is no military flag, but their weapons and equipment are surprisingly neat!
Yes, their depression and their desolation are all pretended. Of course, only one person in the team of more than a thousand people is really miserable and downcast, and that is Li Yuanchao. Because of the cavalry of more than a thousand people,
, they are not the soldiers he brought back from Qingfeng Mountain at all!
Hanasaburo rode on the side of Li Yuanchao. He put the polished horizontal sword back into the scabbard and glanced sideways at Li Yuanchao, who was sighing with his head lowered. He was amused by the resignation of the other party and his helplessness.
He smiled. But the smile only stayed on his face for a moment before disappearing, and his face returned to that expressionless sadness.
It looked like they were really like a defeated army that had fled for their lives and even discarded their battle flags.
Liu Ling gave Li Yuanchao a chance to choose, but it was just a multiple-choice question. All the options actually meant one thing, which was obedience. If Li Yuanchao chose to resist, there was destined to be only one ending. Just as Liu Ling asked Cheng Yihou
That sentence, am I a good person? He is not a bad person, but he is also not a good person. In short, Li Yuanchao is not too stupid. He knows that if he wants to live, there is only one way to go.
His opponent in the Black Flag Army, Cheng Jie, chose another answer, so Cheng Jie died. Twenty thousand men were nearly wiped out by the Han army. When Li Yuan Dynasty arrived at the Dashang River, Cheng Jie's soldiers who were still alive were all tied up.
The rice dumplings were thrown into the tent and piled up in a pile. When Li Yuanchao stepped out of the Chinese army's tent, he saw groups of Han soldiers escorting the prisoners of the Black Flag Army towards the Dashang River.
"Obey or die!"
A group of prisoners were pushed and stood by the river, and then a Han general came and stood behind them and asked loudly, obey, or die. The stubborn and proud people still stood with their heads held high. The people who accepted their fate
, the cowardly person knelt down and showed his surrender with actions. Then, the head held high was chopped off, cleanly, without any mercy or sympathy.
Of the more than 6,000 prisoners of war, except for those in the first batch who chose to die, the rest knelt down tremblingly, prostrate themselves, and pressed their foreheads against the cold earth.
"Actually, you don't need to do anything. I just want you to obey."
The Han general who ordered the killing said leisurely.
It seemed that the hundreds of headless corpses on the shore did not affect his good mood.
"You will all be free, all of you!"
He looked at the surprised expressions of the Black Flag Army prisoners of war and said with a smile: "Remember, the reason why you can survive so easily is because you chose to obey my orders, so I give you a chance to survive.
Of course, you can still return to the Black Flag Army and Xiao Pojun, take up arms and fight again, but I guarantee that your end will be death, a very miserable death."
When he said this, his tone was calm, but there was a strong sense of confidence in his calmness.
No one doubted the correctness of his words, because everyone lying on the ground had experienced an unforgettable defeat not long ago. The Han army only used two thousand cavalry, two thousand, to defeat the 20,000 Black Flag Army.
It was torn to pieces. Of the 30,000 Han troops arrayed in front, only 2,000 men participated in the battle from beginning to end!
Those lightning-fast horses, those extremely sharp horse blades, those cold eyes behind the visors, and those mechanically precise killing methods.
Those two thousand cavalrymen, who are as cold as the north wind, are simply demons from hell breathing hell flames!
The 20,000 black flag troops, in front of the 2,000 Han cavalry, were as fragile as ice sculptured dolls. With just a slight touch, they immediately turned into broken debris. Cheng Jie's command was quite satisfactory, without any fatal mistakes.
But even so, after the desperate penetration, detours, divisions, and killings of the Han cavalry, the soldiers of the Black Flag Army no longer had the courage to fight.
Therefore, they know that even if they take up arms to resist again, there will still be only one end.
The Han general waved his hand, and the Han soldiers began to untie the prisoners of the Black Flag Army.
"I'll let you go. No matter whether you join the Black Flag Army or fly away, there is one thing you have to do. Spread the news that Cheng Jie has surrendered to the Han Army!"
After saying that, the general ignored the surprised looks of the Black Flag Army prisoners and turned around to leave. Then, after untying them, a large number of Han troops also turned and left, and the whole team returned to the camp with neat steps.
This camp once belonged to them.
Li Yuanchao was heartbroken when he saw this scene.
He knew that the Han army released those prisoners and asked them to spread the news of Cheng Jie's surrender to the Han army. In fact, it was not really to make Xiao Pojun believe that Cheng Jie had surrendered, but to use this method to destroy the morale of the Black Flag Army. Rumors, in the end
The scary thing is the rumors. When the news about the annihilation of the entire army and Cheng Jie's surrender spreads with mixed truth and falsehoods, how long can the fragile morale of the Black Flag Army be able to hold on?
At this time, Zuo Zhenwei should have arrived at the foot of Jiangzhou City. In terms of number, Zuo Zhenwei is not much less than Xiao Pojun's men and horses at this time. In terms of combat effectiveness, Zuo Zhenwei's soldiers can defeat two soldiers of the Black Flag Army.
, two can kill four, five can kill twenty! This is not Li Yuanchao's miscalculation. He had seen the killing method of Zuo Zhenwei Pu's swordsmen in a group of five on Qingfeng Mountain. The killing method was like a windmill.
In a murderous formation, twenty soldiers of the Black Flag Army could pounce on them and not a single one of them could survive.
At this time, if the news comes that the Han army defeated Cheng Jie, Dashang River was lost, and the Han army can rush to Jiangzhou City within two days, how many people in the Black Flag Army want to rush to fight? Han Army
Let the prisoners of the Black Flag Army spread the false news of Cheng Jie's surrender, not to hide their strength, on the contrary, they wanted to use the mouths of these prisoners to promote the strength of the Han army!
Li Yuanchao looked at the prisoners of the Black Flag Army who were gradually dispersing, with violent survivors. His heart could not calm down. At this time, he had already determined that the Black Flag Army would be defeated without a doubt, and Xiao Po's Army would be defeated without a doubt. He could still
Go back? Go back and die with Xiao Pojun? Yes, Xiao Pojun was kind to him, but he has not yet reached the point of repaying kindness with his life, and those small favors are not worth his life!
Everyone has the right to live.
Li Yuanchao knew why Liu Ling had such strong and determined confidence on his face, because he had already calculated that he had no way out!
So, he turned around and returned to the big tent that frightened him. What greeted him was still Liu Ling's smiling face, but he clearly saw a moment of ruthless heart hidden behind that smile. From this moment on
From the beginning of the day, he firmly believed in one thing. The Great Zhou Dynasty, now the Great Zhou Dynasty, could not stop the loyal king of Han Dynasty who had lost all ties!
One thousand cavalry under his command were placed under house arrest in the base camp. Following him now were elite Han cavalry disguised as defeated soldiers of the Black Flag Army. They followed Li Yuanchao back to the base camp of the Black Flag Army. There was only one thing to do.
.
Liu Ling said that this operation was called a beheading operation.
Zhan means to kill, and Shou means leader. Li Yuanchao understood.
Therefore, try to walk as slowly as possible. This is the only thing Li Yuanchao can do for Xiao Pojun. He knows that Xiao Pojun still has at least 4,000 elite inner camp soldiers under his command, but this elite is also compared to the ordinary soldiers of the Black Flag Army.
.Compared to the Zuo Zhenwei and the Han army, the so-called elites are not worth mentioning.
The only thing Li Yuanchao couldn't figure out was why Liu Ling would target the Black Flag Army instead of the Zuo Zhenwei, the regular army of the Zhou court? You must know that Liu Ling came to invade the territory of the Zhou Dynasty, and his primary enemy was the Zhou Dynasty.
The official army instead of the green forest rebel army like the Black Flag Army. Even if the Black Flag Army was defeated, Zuo Zhenwei would only clap his hands and laugh, thanking the Han army for their good deeds, right? What was Liu Ling's purpose for doing this?
He didn't dare to ask, and never would.
Jiangzhou City can be seen in the distance, and faintly, the shouts of killing can be heard.
On a high slope, when Li Yuanchao reined in his horse and looked forward intently, he was immediately shocked beyond measure by the tragic scene in front of him. A battle, a real battle!
Tens of thousands of troops were entangled together. On the khaki side was the brave and capable Zuo Zhenwei army, one of the Twelve Guards of the Great Zhou Dynasty. On the other side was the equally large black flag army in chaotic colors.
Li Yuanchao really didn't expect that he would catch up with such a fierce battle just after he came back. He immediately stood on the high slope and stared blankly at the scene of the battle below, his face constantly changing.
Hanasaburo urged his horse to come to him and said with a joking smile: "Why, are you worried about your handsome man?"
"No."
Li Yuanchao shook his head: "I'm thinking, if we go down now and defeat the Zuo Zhenwei troops who are attacking the left wing of the Black Flag Army, Xiao Pojun will be very happy, and he won't care so much about my responsibility for losing Qingfeng Mountain. In his opinion,
When we are happy, if we suddenly attack, will the prince's beheading plan be easier?"
He used the word "we", which made Hua Ling look at her with admiration. (To be continued)
