Chapter 424 Sound Transmission Enters the Secret Pass Fengyue
In terms of determination, three Zhuo Qingzhan can't compare to one Liu Ling. Zhuo Qingzhan could insist on not letting the reserve team go up, so why could Liu Ling couldn't help but kill him with a knife? Even if Liu Ling wanted to
To express himself, he quickly brought those Cangzhou military and county soldiers closer to him without committing suicide himself. It was enough to just send his own soldiers. After all, he was the king of the Han Dynasty and had a body of gold.
why is that?
The reason Zhuo Qingzhan could hold his nerve and not let the reserve team attack was because it was Liu Ling's order. But Liu Ling himself went up because he saw that this Khitan attack was a little unusual.
If the Khitan offensive was not put down immediately, Cangzhou City might be in danger today. Although Liu Ling could not figure out why Yeluji suddenly changed his strategy, he could vaguely see that it seemed that the Khitan people
It is not very united. Of the 20,000 Khitan troops who attacked, 10,000 have not moved. There is nothing doubtful about dividing the troops to attack. It is not necessarily a good idea to press all the troops at once. The flaw is that the final attack
Soldiers are cavalry.
It was the cavalry who abandoned their beloved horses, and of the 10,000 soldiers standing behind them, at least half were infantry. The infantry was left unused, and the cavalry abandoned their horses to attack the city.
If it wasn't for the Khitan military generals who were commanding the battle being collectively kicked in the head by horses, there was something wrong within the Khitan people.
Most people cannot understand how much a cavalry attaches importance to war horses. In their view, war horses are part of their body. Without war horses, their lives become incomplete. It is said that war horses are their partners.
It's not an exaggeration. It has reached the point where cavalry has turned into infantry. If there are no accidents, who would believe it?
That's why Liu Ling said that the literati's use of soldiers was not good enough after all.
This sentence is directed at Zhuo Qingzhan, not the scholars all over the world. Zhuge Kongming is a scholar, who dares to say that he can't use troops?
Zhuo Qing's battle was still a little short of a success. He only stared at his own side to ensure that nothing would happen to him. He carefully observed the battle situation on the city wall and formulated a combat strategy. He did not carefully observe the enemy's army, so he was not yet a
A qualified general.
Liu Ling's blue scimitar drew an arc and chopped off half of a Khitan warrior's shoulder, half of his neck and half of his skull. He turned around and hit a Khitan warrior on the jaw with his elbow.
His mandible was immediately shattered, a few teeth were lost, and half of his tongue was bitten off. Blood kept coming out of his mouth, with bloody foam. With another kick, Liu Ling knocked the soldier directly off the city wall.
He kicked down, his head hit his skull, and there was another lonely ghost underneath.
He raised the knife with his backhand, and the extremely sharp blade easily sliced through the thick leather armor of the Khitan soldier, and also sliced open his belly. All the intestines connected to the stomach came out, fell to the ground, and were caught by him
I stepped on it myself. I don’t know what kind of internal organs were crushed.
He fell down wailing, but he was not dead yet.
Liu Ling lowered his body and dodged a scimitar that was slashed sideways. The blade was driven by his wrist, and the soldier's neck was cut open. The artery was cut open, and blood spurted out like a waterfall.
Liu Ling had already moved away without even a drop of blood.
Sixty-seven Khitan soldiers brandished scimitars and charged at Liu Ling. Before they could rush to Liu Ling's side, a group of black-clad Overwatch Council guards rushed over and shot them into pieces with light repeating crossbows. More than a dozen black soldiers were shot into pieces.
The supervisory guards in uniforms, holding repeating crossbows, pressed forward while firing. The remaining Khitan warriors were hit by crossbow arrows continuously, twisting and shaking. Unwilling to do so, they had to report to hell.
The Khitan soldiers who reached the top of the city were killed one after another because Liu Ling and his men rushed towards them. The tired soldiers of the Cangzhou Army and County saw what killing skills were. Liu Ling killed people with every move.
So simple, but practical. Not redundant, not fancy, stable and cold. Every sword will kill a life, and every time it is shot, there will be no mercy. If you can kill with one sword, you will never waste a second sword. Moreover, these county soldiers
What we can't imagine is why a high-ranking and well-dressed prince can be so sharp and quick with his sword!
At this moment, a roar suddenly came from the city.
Liu Ling retreated after the people from the Supervisory Yuan and his personal soldiers came to kill him. After all, at this point today, he himself had to be more "fearful of death". He was not alone, but represented thousands of people.
Thousands of people. If he really died in such a small battle, then the seemingly powerful man would immediately face an irreversible crisis. Everything about the man was built on his shoulders.
Liu Ling looked at the thousands of Khitan soldiers who were rushing over again. Instead of ordering Zhuo Qingzhan to bring up the reserve team, he ordered everyone to squat down and hide behind the walls. After Liu Ling finished shouting the order, he
As soon as he leaned against the wall, a hail of arrows shot out from under the city. Many of the Cangzhou troops on the wall who had no time to dodge were shot to death. Even the Khitan soldiers who were halfway up were shot by their own people.
The arrows killed many people. Liu Ling handed the huge scimitar in his hand to the soldiers beside him, leaned against the city wall and said to Zhuo Qingzhan not far away: "You can breathe a sigh of relief, the Khitans are going to retreat."
Zhuo Qingzhan knew that Liu Ling was right because he looked carefully this time.
There were thousands of Khitan soldiers who came over this time, but they were all cavalry. Moreover, judging from the direction of the cavalry's attack, they were not just to suppress the archers on the city wall. Looking at their straight forward route, not
Speeding back and forth laterally can prove this. As a qualified general and a qualified commander, you must be able to look at six directions on the battlefield and summarize what you see in your mind.
Sure enough, after the Khitan cavalry reached the city wall, a cavalryman jumped down from his horse, found a corpse, turned around and waved, dozens of Khitan cavalry surrounded the cavalryman and the corpse.
, people outside can’t see what the people in the circle are doing. And the cavalry did not do anything good, but did something very confusing and resentful. He picked up the witty feather arrow from the ground, and then squatted down
He came down and turned the corpse over, face up. Then, he pierced the chest of the corpse one by one with the arrows in his hand.
"Hurry and report to the king, General Huo Yan was shot to death by the enemy!"
Then, the cavalryman carried Huo Yan's body and placed it on the horse. He jumped on the horse, urged the horse to run back. As he retreated, the thousands of cavalrymen retreated like the ebbing tide. Huo Yan
Among the thousands of soldiers under his command, news gradually spread among the crowd that General Huo had died in battle.
Seeing the Khitan soldiers retreating like a tide, Liu Ling stood up, dusted himself off a few times, and walked back to the arrow tower without even looking at the enemy situation outside. He picked up the hot tea on the table and took a sip, his throat rising.
The hot feeling inside makes people feel a lot more relaxed. Killing people, even war, can make people a little uncomfortable. Liu Ling's personal cultivation has now reached a very strong level. In terms of fighting alone, he is definitely not as good as Nie
Even the Twelve Golden Clothes of the Overwatch Council may not be able to beat Liu Ling, but on the battlefield, when the two armies are fighting, those Golden Clothes of the Supervisory Council, and even Nie She, are not necessarily stronger than Liu Ling.
The desperate fight on the battlefield is very different from the battle between martial arts people.
"Ask the soldiers from the first team to go down to rest, cook and eat, and the soldiers from the second team will come up to guard. Don't push the Khitan corpses down the city wall, keep them as stones."
He paused and said: "People will always become stiff after death. In fact, they are no different than stones."
Yes, if a person dies, there is no difference between it and a stone, a handful of loess, or a broken scimitar. They are just dead objects. There is no point in saying this on the battlefield that the dead are the most important and that corpses cannot be abused.
If people listen to it, it will probably provoke some idiotic scoldings.
Collecting corpses and burying them for the enemy is actually something that can win people's hearts on the battlefield. But obviously, in today's situation, there is no need to do that. There are hundreds of thousands of Khitan people out there, don't expect them to appreciate you respecting the corpses
.It is better to respect the living people. Those young and strong people are tired of carrying stones from the bottom of the city to the top.
If the body is thrown down, it will be like a big stone.
"How many doctors are there in the city?"
Liu Ling asked Zhuo Qingzhan.
Zhuo Qingzhan shook his head and said: "Not many, only about twenty."
Liu Ling nodded and said, "Is the wound medicine enough?"
Zhuo Qingzhan shook his head again.
Liu Ling stopped talking and looked calm.
On the battlefield, there is a lack of medical treatment and medicine, and the injured soldiers are actually waiting to die. Without hemostatic drugs, bleeding can kill people. Although the weather has turned colder, the temperature is still relatively high. If the wound is infected
, those wounded soldiers were afraid that life would be worse than death.
Liu Ling walked down the city and said to Zhuo Qingzhan as he walked: "You can worry about the rest. The Khitans should not attack again in the next few days."
Chen Ziyu and Minhui were standing at the foot of the city. The faces of the two women, one large and one small, had unconcealable anxiety. Although they had confidence in the prince, this time, it was undoubtedly too dangerous. Beside the prince,
There were not many people. If Chen Ziyu hadn't stopped her, Minhui would have already rushed to the city. Chen Ziyu stopped Minhui, not because she was not in a hurry or worried, but because she knew that at this time, the two of them
Going up there will only cause more chaos.
Seeing Liu Ling walking slowly down the city wall, and seeing blood stains on Liu Ling's body. Chen Ziyu and Minhui's expressions became very ugly. Minhui walked up quickly with a medicine box on her back.
Liu Ling smiled, waved her hand and said, "It's okay, the blood is not mine."
He looked at the anxiety on Minhui and Chen Ziyu's faces, smiled and said, "Maybe you should prepare a large bucket of hot water now."
He walked up to Chen Ziyu and whispered: "You are so dirty, how can you make out at night?"
Chen Ziyu blushed and subconsciously looked at Minhui, only to find that the little girl was also blushing.
Liu Ling raised the corner of his mouth and said to himself that it seemed that Mr. Jin Yong's book contained many heroes and heroines who had the ability to transmit voices into secrets. Now it seems that this magical skill still has a certain effect. He thought again, those heroes
The heroines whispered to each other secretly, but they may not necessarily be talking about anything serious.
"Are you up there tonight?"
Liu Ling said something very frivolously.
Ever since, Chen Ziyu's face turned even redder, as beautiful as a peach blossom. (To be continued)
