Polu General Sun Jian looked at the Prime Minister Dong Zhuo at the foot of the mountain. Prime Minister Dong Zhuo was naturally paying attention to the movements of the battlefield. He looked down from the rocks and saw the faint Polu flag in the dim dusk. As the commander-in-chief of the entire army, he knew that this was a life-or-death moment.
Dong Zhuo first wanted to retreat, but was extremely unwilling to do so. This was because he was the heart of the army. If he retreated, the fighting tribesmen would surely collapse thousands of miles away when they saw his troops disappear. Not to mention that the Guangcheng Pass was not protected, and the hearts of the people were shaken.
, even Hangu Pass is difficult to hold on to.
If he retreats first, what should he do if he places his subordinates here? Dong Zhuo quickly puts this idea behind him. On the battlefield, his subordinates are him, but he is not him. If his subordinates fall, what will happen?
The impact may be even greater than his death in battle.
He has never been a commander who does not care about life and death, but he cannot accept that several years of hard work and planning are ruined in one day. While he was thinking about it with his eyes closed, Liu Ai, who was accompanying the army, whispered to him: "The Prime Minister does not have to be like this, we have more soldiers."
Although they are few, they still occupy a high position. How can Sun Jian succeed if he attacks from below? What's more, as a general, he is personally in danger. As long as we kill him, we will definitely turn defeat into victory!"
These words made him feel much more at ease, so he propped up his body with a bamboo stick and lit the first bonfire in the mountain himself. In front of a group of soldiers, Dong Xiangguo's face was as pale as water, and he said in a calm tone: "It's just a death-seeking pounce.
It's just a moth, it just shows my power, Dong Zhongying."
The defenders on the mountain were mainly infantry, mostly athletes selected from the Yulin Army. Although they were world-famous Yulin athletes, this was the first time they had seen such a cruel battle, and they were all frightened and frightened. But this time
When they heard the Prime Minister's words, they all turned around and saw that although his body looked old and bloated, his face was still as resolute as iron. As if they heard the blue wind whistling on the mountain, their heartstrings calmed down.
Sun Jian saw a bonfire lit up on the mountain, and the fireworks dazzled the fluttering flags under his banner. He laughed happily and said: "It's really rare! Is Dong Zhongying, who is bound to lose the battle, also fighting for his life?" He turned to his subordinates and said
: "I will fight to the death in person. If there are enemy troops blocking me on both sides, help me stop them."
After he finished speaking, he drove his horse up the hillside, clinging to the shadows of the mountain walls and trees, walking through the Yulin Army like ghosts. The Yulin Army originally wanted to shoot from a high position, but it was difficult to aim the bow and arrow in such a dark sky, and they could only see Sun Jian's whirlwind.
Pan passed by, and if he got close, Sun Jian chopped off his head with a knife, and the six of them beheaded Sun Jian and divided his body.
The Yulin army had no choice but to turn around and block the cavalry that was coming up. The army commander, Cheng Pu, carried the banner of the Polu flag and led the knights of his own formation to chase forward. He was always three or four feet away from Sun Jian, at the foot of the mountain.
The infantry was confused by Sun Jian and lost the best time to block the attack. They were quickly killed by Cheng Pu and others, and were soon stabbed to death by the long sword on the side of the horse.
But when they went up the mountain road, the Yulin army on the mountain pushed rolling stones down the mountain wall. The mountain road was narrow, and Sun Jian in front still had room to maneuver, but the Jingqi who followed were crowded and could only force themselves.
He rushed forward, and the rolling stone hit the armored head and body. Although there was no blood on the body, the rolling stone broke the human bones in one blow, which was more powerful than swords and guns. The men and horses who were hit by the rolling stone shook as if they were drunk.
Shaking and shaking, I lost my footing and fell down the hillside, which was a pleasant surprise.
Sun Jian held the reins of his horse and helped his Ye Maoju avoid rolling rocks while surveying the terrain on the mountain. Originally, he was quite happy to kill Dong Zhuo, but at this time he heard the screams behind him, and he thought of the past few years with Dong Zhuo.
Discord, and a bit of anger surged up, so that he tightened his muscles, stammered back and forth between his teeth, and finally murmured: "Life is just as short as the morning dew. How many people can ride alone to take risks like me today?"
, what about the national crisis?"
He found a protruding rock and hid under it. He took off his reflective armor and took out two pieces of black silk from his armor. One covered the head and face, and the other plugged the horse's ears. He pulled out the four-foot-two piece of black silk.
The inch-long long-handled knife was attached to the saddle. When the rolling stones above calmed down, he held the rein in one hand and sprinted for the final distance.
The Yemao horse rushed forward, and in an instant he reached the final gentle slope. Sun Jian shook the reins, and it immediately leapt out. At that moment, it was like a black dragon flying in the air. The Yulin sergeants holding spears rushed up to fight. Sun Jian stood two steps back.
He took one step, then took two steps to the right, and successfully cut a gap with his knife, seemingly charging into Dong Zhuo's main formation without any hindrance.
Yu Lin's army was frustrated for a moment and wanted to block it again, but before it was too late, Sun Jian's men had already rushed in front of Dong Zhuo.
At a glance, he saw Dong Zhuo's old and broad body, which was covered with special leather armor. He must have outgrown the iron armor. Dong Zhuo didn't have a bag with him. Under the firelight, his face was no longer hard, but pale.
Fat old face.
Sun Jian angrily shouted: "Thief Dong! Die!"
He swung the sword downward with such force that Dong Zhuo didn't even have time to stand up, let alone draw the sword. He sat on the horse and blocked it with his bamboo stick. Sun Jian's sharp blade cut the bamboo stick into two pieces. p>
"Kill!"
Sun Jian slashed again, Dong Zhuo blocked again, Sun Jian split the bamboo staff directly along the bamboo strips, he slashed again, Dong Zhuo leaned back and dodged, and the blade struck the leather armor on Dong Zhuo's shoulder, cutting a long gash, and there was blood.
It came out. But Sun Jian knew it by the feel of his hand. He only cut his skin.
The Yulin army arrived at this time, and one man shot an arrow at Sun Jian, but Sun Jian nimbly dodged it. Not only did he miss the shot, but he hit the horse under Dong Zhuo's seat. So the remaining soldiers did not dare to shoot, and formed a group to shoot at him.
Sun Jian thrust forward, but Sun Jian could only ride his horse and run away from Dong Zhuo, but at this time, the Jing cavalry behind him also chased up the mountain, and saw that Dong Zhuo had no physical strength.
However, strange peaks protruded. Liangren pointed to the plain to the north of the mountain and said: "Look, reinforcements are coming!"
Everyone present breathed a sigh of relief and looked towards the north. The moon has not yet risen, and the stars have not twinkled. It is the darkest time in the sky, but a fire dragon composed of torches in the north can be clearly seen, and they are quickly heading here.
Running towards me, the big flag with Chinese characters on a black background and red edges swayed back and forth in the light of the torch. It was obviously Zhang Ji and Zhang Liao's cavalry.
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Under the bright light of the fire, the cavalry could not see the number of reinforcements at all. The Jing people who broke the formation were at a loss, and the front line suddenly became somewhat scattered. At this time, the Jing people's line was too long. If not handled properly, it would soon be over.
It will cause a rout.
Dong Zhuo had a panoramic view of this situation on the top of the mountain. He finally laughed confidently, covered his injured shoulder, and said frankly to Sun Jian not far away: "Sun Wentai, are you going to die with me, or are you going to leave this alone?"
Withdraw your troops? Now that the three armies are exhausted, if you withdraw your troops, I will not force you to pursue you."
Sun Jian glanced at him and said nothing. He immediately rode his horse and flew into his entourage. He ordered Cheng Pu and others who were carrying the flag: "Follow me down the mountain to organize the army." The knights went up the mountain quickly and came down even faster. They came like a horse.
The shower left like a gust of wind. Liu Ai stepped forward to help Dong Zhuo up and asked him: "This is a great opportunity to defeat the bandit army. Do you really not want to pursue it?"
When Dong Zhuo saw Sun Jian leaving, he finally let go of his reserve. His face was distorted by pain, and he seemed a bit older. While arranging for people to tie the wounds, he explained to Liu Ai: "Zhang Ji and the others came and went in one day.
After nearly two hundred miles, where can we still fight? They lit up the fire on the road, just to intimidate Sun Jian to retreat."
Speaking of this, Dong Zhuo couldn't help but sigh: "It's really dangerous! Sun Wentai is the commander-in-chief of an army, and he has such insight into the use of troops. I think he is no less inferior to Huangfu Yizhen."
Riding on a galloping horse, Sun Jian was so angry that he clenched the handle of the knife with his fingers and pinched blood from it. His followers were also outraged by this situation and asked the commander why he didn't kill Dong Zhuo first.
"Those infantrymen stopped in front of him. It would take at least two quarters of an hour to kill Dong Thief and then go down the mountain. In these two moments, if I didn't go down the mountain and retreat, the battle line would have been stretched so long and the fighting would have been so long.
, the soldiers had long been exhausted. As soon as they saw the Liang reinforcements coming, the whole army was about to collapse. Even if I killed Dong Zhuo, I would have lost this battle completely."
As he said this, he called for his soldiers to gather together and retreat slowly, but what he was thinking about was the feeling of the blade entering his body at that moment. What a pity! Sun Jian felt so secretly resentful in his heart, why can't I go deeper?
How many inches? But it was useless to think about it at this time. He put aside his distracting thoughts, led the formation to the rear, and asked the soldiers to ring gold in the formation to retreat. The sound of gold ringing also came from Kongtong Mountain at the right time.
This is the end of the war.
The Liang reinforcements in the distance were really stationed outside the battlefield. On the battlefield, various commanders were calling for their surviving soldiers, and more people fell into a pool of blood. At this time, the moon rose from the mountains, and in the bloody
A layer of clear light was sprinkled on the battlefield, and everyone took off their armor, threw it on the dirt ground, and rummaged among the corpses for the living who were still alive.
Among them, many Liang and Jing people were mixed together. They all wore military uniforms soaked with sweat and walked back and forth among the crowd. Many looked at each other and recognized that the other was not one of their own, but they were tired and thirsty.
As for the soldiers, no one wants to fight anymore.
In the end, both armies drank from the Ru River. The water was sparkling. The crowds on the bank were shoulder-to-shoulder and feet to feet, drinking the river water as if they were gold. Taigu Colonel Hua Xiong saw a man trying to get into the water to cool off.
, he pushed him aside and muttered: "Don't be like this, let me drink enough first." Then Hua Xiong felt hot and uncomfortable all over his body. He leaned close to the water and stuck his head into the water like a cow drinking. Unknown to him.
For some reason, Hua Xiong suddenly relaxed his strength and spit out a series of bubbles in the water. As if his whole body was being pushed by someone, he naturally slid into the water and disappeared quickly.
How sad! The Liang people did not dare to drink anymore when they saw this. Instead, they sighed and said: Hua Xiong is an iron-like man. He once killed more than thirty people in a row with the Prime Minister. Today he also fought bravely and killed two people.
A dozen rebels ended up drowning in a foreign land. They tried to pick up Hua Xiong's body, but no one had the strength and were afraid of drowning in the water, so they had no choice but to give up.
Another dozen people died like this in Rushui, announcing the end of the Guangcheng War.
In normal battles, as long as the military formation is damaged by more than 20%, the military formation will lose its fighting spirit. But today in the battle of Guangcheng, the Liang people suffered casualties of more than 17,000 people, and the Jing people suffered nearly 20,000 casualties, with both battle losses reaching 40,000.
Around the time, the survivors who participated in the war felt incredible when they recalled it.
On the night of July 25th, after hearing that Sun Jian had led his remaining troops to retreat to Liang County, Dong Zhuo finally led his remaining troops to retreat to Yique. He withdrew all the garrison guards at Guangcheng and Taigu Passes because of the heavy loss of his troops.