Since the day of the rebellion, Zhang Jin said that he had forgotten how to write the word "fear", but today, he felt very panicked. He didn't want to face the legendary first brave general of the Sui Dynasty, not because he was worried about himself
His martial arts skills are inferior, but out of an unspeakable guilt. If the two sides meet, they may be able to reveal each other's original identities immediately. He, the head of the Zhang family, doesn't care about being beaten back to his original shape in front of others, but he doesn't want to face the pure nature of this person.
A gaze like water.
In my memory, that look was full of innocence in the world, full of warmth, and full of concern for the same kind. These are things that Zhang Jincheng had left behind long ago. The moment he raised the knife, he burned down the house and destroyed the house.
He cut off the crops in the field and drove away his wife, whom he had been with for many years. He had completely severed himself from the past. Including his two sons, he recognized them later and were not his own biological children.
The enemy general's gaze must be like a sharp arrow, and no matter how strong the armor is, it is difficult to defend against it. Zhang Jincheng suddenly regretted that he should not have coveted the food and grass in Nangong City and came to take risks. If he had connected the names of the leaders of the army and the invincible generals in advance
If so, he would definitely consider whether to continue marching north. But the scout under his command was a fool. He only told that a group of frontier troops from Fenyang were stationed in Boling, but did not find out clearly that the commander of this frontier army was named Li Mingxu!
Now, it's too late to think about anything. He must lead his team to fight proactively, using only two thousand cavalry under his command to entangle the enemy. Then he orders all the infantry to wait for the opportunity to attack, and use his own numerical advantage to start a melee with the enemy. If
If these two steps of the arrangement are successful, everyone will still have a chance to escape today. If the opponent is allowed to shoot continuously, the brothers under his command will disperse in a hurry before they can last even half a stick of incense.
Zhang Jincheng led his personal guards and rushed out of the formation. His two adopted sons, Zhang Cai and Zhang Bao, each led more than a hundred brothers to protect his left and right wings. Three teams of cavalry formed the character "pin".
He quickly pounced on the group of enemy cavalry closest to him. However, the opponent refused to step forward to fight. Instead, he quickly relaxed the bow string that was already fully opened, soaring like the wind. Then, while widening the distance between them, he continued
Turn around and cast Cold Arrow.
Fighting in this way, the peasant army suffered a lot. Although they were also on war horses, the opponent was retreating while turning around to shoot. Looking from a distance, Zhang Jin said that the father and son seemed to be deliberately leaning on the tip of the opponent's arrow. "Speed up."
, speed up, don’t fight back!” Zhang Jincheng roared angrily, forbidding his brothers to delay any longer, “Stick up, stick up and trade your life with them!” He felt smoke coming from his throat and his eyes.
It's also breathing fire.
While shooting at each other while running, Zhang Jin said that he would never engage in such a loss-making business. The bows in the hands of his brothers were far less sophisticated than those in the hands of the officers and soldiers, and the horses under his crotches were mostly used to pull carts, and their speed and endurance were not good.
The only thing he can rely on is a weakness of his brothers, the leather armor on his body is thin. Because it is thin, the cold arrows fired by the opponent can easily cause huge damage to the brothers under his command.
.But at the same time, because of its thinness, the animal can carry less weight under its crotch, so it can offset its physical deficiencies within a short distance.
Minions kept falling off their horses while running and were trampled to pieces by their own people. Screams came one after another, mixed with the "puff" sound of arrows being shot into the flesh, and the screams of ownerless horses. Zhang Jin said he was helpless.
Looking back at each other, he could only lower his body and squeeze the mount's physical strength to the maximum. "Accelerate, accelerate. Keep the formation!" He heard his own voice wailing, and at the same time he heard his brother Zhang Jinli who stayed in the formation blowing.
The clarion call for a full-scale attack was sounded.
"Woo-wu-wu-wu!" The horn sounded high and low, like the roar of a dragon and the roar of a tiger. This means that the sacrifice of the cavalry was not in vain, and the attack rhythm of the official army has been disrupted! The cavalry archers can no longer
They took turns attacking as easily as before! "Dong dong dong dong dong dong dong... dong dong!" Along with the sound of horns, there were war drums, and the drum hammers that fell in the pool of blood were picked up by other minions and beat with all their strength.
, to strengthen one's own prestige.
The minions who had recovered from the sudden blow followed the sound of drums and quickly followed the smoke raised by the horses. Their circular hedgehog formation suddenly had a sharp point protruding from the center, and then the bulging part quickly pulled out
Long and thick, like a poisonous snake waking up from hibernation, it slowly spread out its curled body. The tongue was pointing at a group of officers and soldiers. But the prey was still retreating quickly, never planning to fight.
Zhang Jin said that he knew that he had advanced too far, and that the cunning enemy army was obviously using tactics to lure the enemy deeper. He was surprised that the enemy had adjusted their tactics so smoothly. From the time he led the attack until now, the war horses could not escape.
They walked more than two hundred steps, but the opponent seemed to have predicted it beforehand. A deep groove was formed in the center of the entire formation.
The trench was facing Zhang Jincheng's horse head, so he and his brothers could not find anyone to fight for. The two wings where Zhang Cai and Zhang Bao were were already fighting with the enemy, and they were drawn in from both sides.
When the enemy is trapped, they must either turn around and flee, or attack more with less force.
"Accelerate, keep accelerating, don't worry about the two wings!" Zhang Jincheng raised his horizontal sword and shouted angrily. The opponent obviously planned to outflank the two wings, and he just took advantage of it. The enemy's formation had turned into a hook shape, and there were many cavalry coming from far away.
He circled back and forth, constantly reinforcing the thickness of the team. Zhang Jin said he planned to smash down from the big bend of the "hook" to completely break the opponent's formation.
A row of feather arrows flew towards him. There were not many in number, but the shots were accurate and accurate. One of them was knocked away by Zhang Jincheng with his horizontal knife, and two of them brushed past his shoulders. There was an immediate sound behind him and on his side.
There were screams, some fell off their horses, and some were seriously injured. In order to avoid being trampled to death by their own people, the injured endured the pain, hugged the horse's neck with both hands, and continued to run forward, with blood dripping all over the road. There was no waiting.
Jin Cheng saw his losses clearly, and there was another row of feather arrows, denser and more urgent. The guard beside him fell down, followed closely by the messenger who fell from the horse. Zhang Jincheng used the tip of his knife to remove the latter's empty saddle.
He picked up the horn on his instrument, threw it to his left hand, raised it to his cheek, and blew hard.
"Woo-wu-wu-wu-wu!" This is the horn of death. The opponent has already fired two rounds, and Zhang Jin said that he will never give the enemy a chance to fire his bow a third time. The minions clinging to the horse's back
After hearing the order, they took out the horizontal sword, threw away their arms, raised their arms flat, the sword was as bright as a sickle...
"Boom!" After paying hundreds of lives, the thieves finally collided with the officers and soldiers. The sound was like a stormy sea crashing on the shore. Along with people shouting and horses neighing, blood splashed several feet high in the air.
A bright red peony blooms and then falls in profusion. It is the flower of life, and each petal represents an unwilling soul. Life is gorgeous, and death is brilliant.
Everyone's movements slowed down in front of Zhang Jincheng's eyes. He saw the white blade cutting through the armor, cutting into the skin and flesh, and cutting off the bones. He saw himself and the enemy falling off their horses alternately, and then, all sight was blocked by the flying flesh and blood.
Only a dazzling red remains.
Zhang Jin said he was convinced that his team had hit the weakest point of the enemy's formation and had accomplished the set goal of entangling the opponent's cavalry. But he soon discovered that the price he had paid was several times higher than expected!
Both of his wings had been cut off by the enemy. His adopted sons Zhang Cai and Zhang Bao were locked in a bitter battle, and they could no longer care about each other with the Chinese army. The infantry who followed the cavalry and rushed forward were suddenly detoured by the enemy midway.
The cavalry was divided into several sections. Each section had more people than the other side, but each section was almost suppressed and beaten by the enemy.
At this juncture of the battle, Zhang Jin said that he could no longer make any tactical adjustments. He could only fight one step at a time. The guards around him successively fought with the officers and soldiers, causing injuries to each other. An enemy wearing the color of a brigade commander.
The soldier passed through the crowd and rushed towards him. Zhang Jincheng fought with his sword. The two horses circled and kicked each other with their front hooves. The sword flashed, and the brigade leader swept towards Zhang Jincheng's chest; Zhang Jincheng was on the horse.
He quickly raised his head on his back and put the opponent's blade close to the tip of his nose. His eyelids felt a deep chill, and countless small bumps appeared on his forehead. Before the opponent could use the trick, Zhang Jincheng let out a loud shout.
, his body spun sideways on the horse, and his kick hit the enemy's weak spot.
He heard the sound of cracking ribs, then he sat upright and led his horse to step on his opponent who was rolling and struggling on the ground. Several officers and soldiers rushed to kill him and held his horse back. The next moment, Zhang Jincheng's kiss
The soldiers also rushed forward and fought against the officers and soldiers. Both sides drew their swords and slashed at each other, sacrificing more lives to save one person.
The brigade leader struggled to stand up and stumbled a few steps forward between the legs of countless horses. Then, he judged by hearing that the horse next to him was riding an enemy soldier, so he jumped on it and hugged him.
The man's thigh was pulled down hard. The gangster on the horse had to cut back to save himself, and slashed hard at the man's back. One knife, two knife, three knife, the injured Lu Su let out a long howl like a wolf.
, covered with blood, but forcefully tore the guy off the saddle. The two hugged each other, rolled on the ground, fought, screamed, and then suddenly separated, rolled in a pool of blood, moved away, and stopped struggling one after another.
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"I want your lives!" Zhang Jincheng's eyes turned red and he rushed towards the enemy crazily. After fighting for so many years, he had never seen such brave officers and soldiers. In his memory, close combat was the most
What the officers and soldiers were most afraid of was that every time the minions pressed forward, the opponent would rather retreat temporarily than trade his life for it. But this time, the enemy was more ruthless, vicious, and cruel than the minions under his command who had eaten two-legged sheep.
He is not afraid of death. It takes two or three of his subordinates to exchange for one of his enemies. As long as the enemy cannot be killed with a single blow, the injured guy will use his last strength to pull a minion onto his back.
"Thief, take your life!" A very handsome young officer raised his sword to meet Zhang Jincheng. The sword was like a poisonous snake, and it could not leave his vital points with every move. Zhang Jincheng blocked the left and right, and he was in a state of embarrassment.
The guards risked their lives to protect each other, trying to bully the few with more. The other party's personal soldiers also moved closer here, and they became a big knot with Zhang Jincheng's guards.
Outside the battle group, horses roamed wildly, and countless souls returned to the dust. (To be continued)
