Ten thousand elite light cavalry of the Han army rushed out from the south gate. Hua Ling and Xu Xuan each led five thousand elite cavalry and rushed towards the east and west camps of the Khitan. As soon as they left the south gate, Hua Ling was sure that the prince's analysis was correct. Nan
The gate was a gap deliberately created by the Khitans in order to lure the Han army to withdraw from the south gate. However, after leading the cavalry out of the city gate, Hua Ling did not see even a Khitan scout. This was very abnormal.
The Khitans left the south gate behind just to ambush the Han army leaving the city. But now Hua Ling led the cavalry to swarm out, but did not hear the warning horn sound!
The Khitan’s east and west camps are really empty!
Hua Ling was overjoyed and shouted loudly: "Fight with me. Don't fight when you encounter resistance. Keep rushing forward and set fire to the Khitan camp!"
The cavalry behind responded with a roar, and followed Hua Ling, rushing towards the Khitan camp like the wind. The speed of the five thousand cavalry was extremely fast, and it didn't take long to rush directly outside the Khitan camp.
Only then did the Khitan defenders blow their warning horns, then turned around and ran back in embarrassment. Their number was too small, and they were just the suspicious soldiers left by Yelu Deguang in the east and west camps. They could not stop the rush in the dark.
The Han army came with fine cavalry.
Hua Ling led the team into the Khitan camp from the camp gate. He ordered loudly: "Tear down the antlers and horses, and form a team of 100 people, and set fire to the camp!"
Under the leadership of the commander, the cavalry were divided into teams of one hundred, and they surged outside the camp like a tide. The cavalry in front jumped off their horses and moved away the antlers blocking the outside, and then struggled to push the wooden fence to the outside. The cavalry in the back
There was a burst of cheers, and then the horses rushed into the camp. The scattered Khitan defenders ran in front as if they were desperate, but no matter how hard they tried, they could not outrun the horses. The Han cavalry caught up with the Khitan people from behind.
The defeated soldiers cut them down one by one to the ground.
"Set fire! Set fire!"
The commanders shouted orders.
The cavalry threw the torches in their hands on the Khitan felt tent. Some people dismounted and held hay and threw it on the fire. Four or five Han cavalry threw out ropes, and some people dismounted and tied the ropes to the largest felt tent. The cavalrymen
They exerted their strength at the same time, and with a sudden explosion, the main tent of the East Camp was pulled by the cavalry. Some soldiers set up the brazier in the Khitan camp and threw it on the collapsed tent. After a while, the flames burst out.
stand up.
Hua Ling led two hundred soldiers to the front, and after knocking down dozens of defeated Khitan soldiers whose backs were exposed to the swords of the Han army, Hua Ling grabbed the war horse and directed the soldiers to light everything that could be ignited.
There were less than 1,000 defenders in the entire Dongda camp. It was simply an empty camp. The Khitan warriors who had no time to mount their horses and escape were overtaken by the Han cavalry from behind. They slashed the Khitan warriors on the back with their swords and were immediately killed.
A piece of blood was poured out.
A Khitan captain shouted loudly in the distance: "Gather! Gather toward me! Don't run around! Follow me and fight out!"
Hearing his cry, more than two hundred Khitan warriors who had not yet been killed rushed to the side of the captain. With the captain as the center, they formed a small square formation and fought towards the rear of the camp.
Back off. It’s just that they don’t have war horses. The Khitans are obviously not used to fighting on foot. In the past battles with the Han people, they rode on horses to bully the Han infantry. But now karma has come. The Han cavalry mobilized their war horses around them like the wind.
Every time they passed by, the Khitan soldiers on the outside could tear off a layer of their flesh.
"Don't mess up! Maintain your formation! His Royal Highness will definitely send someone to help us! Everyone..."
The commander's last words were blocked in his mouth. He looked down subconsciously, only to find that there was an arrow shaft on his chin, and an armor-piercing awl pierced his throat so that he couldn't even lower his head.
. He made two gurgling sounds in his throat, and a stream of blood with blood bubbles overflowed from his mouth. He opened his mouth and wanted to shout loudly, but no sound came out. He raised his hand to lift his neck.
After pulling out the armor-piercing awl, he raised his hand and then dropped it weakly.
With a plop, the Khitan commander fell to the ground.
Hua Ling hung up the stiff bow, pointed at the group of panicked Khitan people and shouted: "Tell them to surrender without killing them!"
Some soldiers who understood the Khitan dialect shouted loudly: "Put down your weapons and I will spare your life!"
The Khitan warriors, who were surrounded by cavalry in a circle, looked around in panic, their hands holding the scimitar trembling. Finally, when the first person dropped the scimitar on the ground, everyone dropped their weapons and squatted down.
Come down. The Han cavalry stopped their horses and surrounded the team of less than 200 people.
"Bring two people for questioning and kill the others."
Hua Ling said in a calm tone. Although it was calm, it had the same smell as the cold weather in winter.
Several of his soldiers jumped off their horses, rushed over like wolves and tigers, and pulled out the two Khitan captains (leading ten soldiers) from the prisoners. The surrounding cavalry immediately raised their horses again and headed towards those squatting on the ground.
The Khitan warriors rushed over, their horizontal swords splashing blood under the moonlight. The Han cavalry who rushed over lowered their horses and stabbed each Khitan warrior to death like a candied haws on a stick.
"fraud!"
"You said you wouldn't kill anyone if you put down your weapons!"
"Han people! You are all liars!"
"Fight them!"
The Khitan people who were mercilessly strangled tried to grab the lost scimitar, but they were already surrounded. Those who rushed to grab the scimitar were nailed to death by arrows. The Khitan warriors who ran away like crazy were killed by the Han army.
The head was cut off with a knife from the back. The person squatting on the ground holding his head could not escape. The Han people did not think it was a shameful thing to kill the surrendered prisoners. They jumped off the horse and held hands with their hands.
He raised his sword high and then suddenly lowered it, hacking to death one by one the Khitans who were kneeling and begging for surrender.
Within ten minutes, the surrendered Khitan warriors were slaughtered.
"Take those two people, don't stop, keep moving forward!"
Hua Ling ordered loudly.
The soldiers tied up the two captured Khitans with ropes, found two empty horses and threw the prisoners on their backs. They pulled the reins of the horses and rushed forward with the group. It only took half a day.
Within an hour, the Han army rushed through the Khitan's East Gate Camp. The fire spread in the camp, and soon, the entire East Gate Camp turned into a sea of flames.
Hua Ling rode up a high slope and looked into the distance, only to see a faint fire coming from the direction due west.
The West Camp is also empty, Xu Xuan succeeded!
Hua Ling smiled, turned around and ordered: "Blow the horns and form a team, waiting for the Khitans to come!"
The loss of the five thousand cavalry was very small, with only one seriously wounded and three lightly wounded. The seriously injured Han soldier accidentally fell off his horse and probably broke his ribs. Hua Ling ordered a commander
With one hundred cavalry, he sent the two prisoners and the wounded back to Taiyuan City. The others lined up next to the burning camp, waiting for the rescuers from the Khitan Chinese Army camp.
Nearly five thousand cavalry formed a horn formation on one side of the camp, waiting for the Khitan rescue team.
The Han cavalry consists of a regiment of a hundred people, and the regiment is the standard unit of the army. Well-trained cavalry can list more than 20 different formations such as crescent moon, horns, arrows, and pointed cones according to the situation on the battlefield. The horn formation is considered a
This is the most basic formation, it can be used as an offensive formation, and the rear team can change to the front team and withdraw from the battle at any time.
The firelight illuminated the faces of each Han cavalry, and they all had a kind of pride and excitement on their faces. After being suppressed in the city by the Khitan people for more than ten days, it was extremely happy to finally be able to fight out and be proud of their arrival. And the winter fire
, also dispelled the coldness of the night. Although they were hundreds of meters away, the flames still warmed their bodies and their hearts.
Five thousand cavalry were arrayed on one side of the burning Khitan camp, but it was obvious that the Khitan army, which came to the rescue from the Chinese army, did not notice them at all. This is why it is dark under the lamp. The fire in the camp was soaring into the sky, and the surrounding areas of the fire
The darkness became a bit more intense. The Khitan reinforcements' sight was attracted by the fire, and they did not notice that five thousand bold Han cavalry were waiting for them after they succeeded in the sneak attack!
Judging from the number of torches, the Khitan reinforcements were no less than 10,000 people!
Hua Ling smiled, pointed at the fire dragon and said: "Kill through from the flank. Don't be reluctant to fight. Kill the enemy's formation and then retreat. It's best to lead them towards the city gate."
Although Liu Ling did not allow Hua Ling to contact the Khitan reinforcements, Hua Ling still planned to divert the Khitan army of ten thousand people away. In this way, the pressure would be much less when the prince personally led the army to attack the Khitan Chinese army camp. Hua Ling was already there before leaving the city.
Thousands of ambushes were deployed outside the city gate. As long as the Khitans dared to pursue them, they would definitely not get any good results.
As Hua Ling pointed his horse forward, the five thousand elite cavalry of the Han army immediately activated and smashed towards the fire dragon. The standard cavalry attack formation was multiple rows, and the cavalry and cavalry must remain the same.
The distance between the cavalry at the back and the cavalry at the front must be staggered. This is to minimize the damage caused by arrows to the cavalry, and also to prevent the cavalry behind from falling to the ground.
the harm caused.
But obviously, such a multi-row impact formation is not suitable tonight.
Hua Ling rushed out first and loudly ordered the cavalry to divide into two conical formations and charge towards the long queue of the Khitans. He wanted to cut the Khitan cavalry in the middle and cut the Khitan formation into two conical formations.
Stage 4. Then the Han cavalry had to make a large circle and then retreat towards Taiyuan City. They did not want to kill a large number of Khitan cavalry, but just wanted to disrupt the Khitan team.
The two cone-shaped formations advanced together, and amidst the Khitan people's calls and hastily fired arrows, they hit the fire dragon's waist hard.
Hua Ling put down his visor during the rush, then lowered his body and leveled the refined horse shaft, preparing for the impact. When he rushed into the Khitan team, a huge resistance was felt on his arm.
Come. A panicked Khitan cavalryman was directly stabbed through the chest by Hua Ling's horse spear. The force of the impact caused the compound spear in Hua Ling's hand to bend into an arc. Hua Ling, who was already familiar with this feeling, followed the spear pole.
The force of the rebound was sent forward, and the Khitan man hanging on the three-foot spear was immediately thrown away.
The next second, Ma Shan approached the second Khitan man like a poisonous snake and flew him away.
Blood was flying in the air, hitting the Han soldiers who were rushing forward, making a slapping sound. The blood that should have been the purest thing was splashed on the ground, mixed with dust, and gradually turned black.
, and then frozen into blocks by the cold weather. Perhaps, it will become nourishment for wheat in the coming year.
However, when the grain is put into storage and ground into flour next year, who can see a little bit of red on the steaming white-flour steamed buns that have just come out of the pan? Who can taste the smell of blood in the steamed buns? (To be continued)
