Chapter 749: The victory and defeat have been divided, and the victory in the thirty-mile battlefield
The Northern Sichuan Archers are the foreign cavalry that Zhao Hongrun conquered during his conquest of Sanchuan. Their predecessors were the cavalry of the Jiejiao Tribe Alliance, composed of tribal warriors from more than a dozen Jiejie tribes such as the Jiejiao Tribe, Wujiao Tribe, and Wutu Tribe.
He is the biggest supporter of the Jiejiao Tribe's chieftain, Bitatu, and is also the elite cavalry of the Jiejiao Tribe's expedition to the North.
The knights of the Northern Sichuan Cavalry are all tall and muscular. Even the Wei people, who have always been tall and burly, are on average half a head shorter in front of these foreign warriors.
Of course, this is not the most important thing. The most important thing is that the warriors of the Sanchuan tribe are natural cavalry. They are skilled in bow and horse and are no less elite knights than the Korean cavalry.
Of course, this is a rumor. After all, the foreign cavalry of the Sanchuan tribe has not had a head-on confrontation with the Korean cavalry so far. After all, the two sides are geographically far apart, and in the past, there was a powerful race called the Hu people between them.
But at this moment, no one would think that this foreign cavalry would be inferior to the Korean cavalry. After all, at this moment, this foreign cavalry is unilaterally slaughtering Chu soldiers several times their number, advancing and killing at the same time, just like those Chu soldiers.
Just docile prey with no lethality.
For the Chu army, the battlefield that lasted for more than thirty miles was like a cemetery road that lasted for more than thirty miles.
Even the veterans of the Shangshui Army who had experienced the Battle of Sanchuan were shocked by the horrors they saw with their own eyes. Looking into the distance, the mountains and fields were filled with corpses of Chu soldiers, one after another, and they could not see the end of the distance, nor could they see
Less than the limit on both sides.
For ten miles of bare ground, there were corpses everywhere.
"It's so miserable..."
Ran Teng, a general of thousands, carefully stepped over the corpses of several Chu soldiers.
He remembered that an hour ago, he was still resentful of these Chu soldiers. They were obviously the same people of Chu as they were, but they helped the tyrants, loyal to the cruel and unkind Xiong clan, and stubbornly fought against the wise Shenwu who was committed to liberating the suffering people of Chu.
His Royal Highness King Su opposed.
But now, seeing these deceived compatriots die tragically here, Ran Teng, who was also born in the Chu country, the resentment in his heart has long faded, replaced by a kind of sadness and sigh.
"Thousands of generals, but there is still one alive here."
In the distance, a Shangshui sergeant turned over the corpses on the ground with his weapon and shouted in this direction.
Ran Teng walked over, and sure enough he saw a Chu soldier under the many corpses, vomiting blood and struggling to remember.
"Don't move!" Ran Teng pointed the knife in his hand at the Chu soldier. When he saw the blood all over his body, he softened his tone and said in a low voice: "Surrender, too many people have died here.
There is no need to add you... let alone for the sake of the noble men of the Xiong clan."
The Chu soldier coughed blood and looked around at the Shang Shui soldiers who were gradually surrounding him. Then he looked at the sincere eyes of the thousand-man general in front of him and silently dropped the weapon in his hand.
Ran Teng smiled happily, and then shouted loudly to his fellow merchant soldiers around him: "Brothers, treat the wounded."
In fact, there was no need for Ran Teng to give orders. At this time, the merchant navy soldiers were already checking the corpses one after another, dragging out the soldiers who had not yet died from the mountain of corpses.
I remember that on the battlefield of Sanchuan, Shang Shui's soldiers would not hesitate to kill the remaining enemy soldiers with one last blow when checking the corpses after the war.
But now facing their compatriots who are also Chu people, they can't bear it. After all, in Zhao Hongrun's words, these soldiers who are enemies of their army who are committed to liberating the suffering people of Chu are actually under the influence of the Xiong clan of Chu.
The Chu people who were deceived by the nobles headed by their clan are the brothers who should be saved.
"Don't move. You're lucky. You just suffered some skin injuries. Apply this herbal ointment and you'll be fine in three or two days."
A Shang Shui soldier took out the herbal ointment produced in Sanchuan from his arms and applied it to the wound of a Chu soldier who was still shaking and with a frightened face.
"Why...why do you want to save me?" The Chu soldier asked with fear and uneasiness on his face: "Aren't we enemies?"
"No!" The Shang Shui sergeant shook his head and said seriously: "We have never regarded you as enemies. Our enemies are just the cruel and cruel nobles in this country... As for you, Prince Su
His Highness said, you and I just hold different ideas."
After that, he stood up and stretched out his hand towards Chu Bing, who was still lying on the ground: "Can you still stand up?"
"Um……"
The Chu soldier hesitated for a moment, but finally took the hand of the Shang Shui soldier and stood up with the help of his strength.
"Let's go. I believe there are many survivors around here. If you still have the strength, please lend a hand."
"oh……"
This Chu soldier, in a daze, joined the ranks of the Shang Shui soldiers.
The Shang Shui soldiers were heading back to the military camp while rescuing the Chu soldiers who were not dead yet.
During this period, they also encountered some survivors who had formed a formation, ranging from a dozen to dozens of people. The Northern Sichuan cavalry may have been too lazy to pay attention to this small force and simply left it to the Shangshui Army behind them.
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Poor these small group of Chu soldiers who had just escaped from the cavalry in northern Sichuan. Before they could breathe a sigh of relief, they were once again surrounded by many Shangshui soldiers who were about to return to the barracks.
But for these small groups of Chu soldiers, the generals of the Shang Shui army did not attack. Xiang Li, a general with a thousand men, shouted at them from a distance: "Surrender, brothers, this battle is over... We are all from Chu."
People, we will not kill prisoners."
After a period of silence, in the simple fortress made of many shields and corpses, a Chu army general of 100 soldiers slowly walked out with his hands raised, leading a dozen soldiers behind him.
Seeing this, Xiang Li, a general with a thousand men, stepped forward and said, "I am Xiang Li, a general with a thousand men of Shang Shui Army."
"General of 100, Mo Huai." The 100-man general of the Chu Army clasped his fists towards Xiang Li and whispered in a still somewhat guarded tone: "I hope you will keep your promise."
Xiang Li nodded slightly, and then he found that half of the dozen or so people on the other side were wounded, so he ordered the soldiers behind him: "Use that herbal ointment to smear their wounds."
"Yes." Several merchant soldiers nodded.
Although the two sides were somewhat wary of each other at first, the relationship between the two sides gradually became harmonious as the soldiers of the Shang Shui Army applied herbal ointment to the wounds of the wounded soldiers.
"I heard that you defected to the State of Wei... Is that cavalry just now the cavalry of the State of Wei?"
Mo Huai, the general with a hundred men, looked at Xiang Li, a general with a thousand men, with complicated eyes.
"Let's call it that..." Xiang Li nodded.
After a moment of silence, hundreds of people clenched their fists at Mo Huai and cursed bitterly: "Those sons of bitches..."
"..." Xiang Li remained silent.
After another moment of silence, Mo Huai suddenly sat on the ground with red eyes. He covered his cheeks with his hands and said with a choked voice: "One hundred brothers died in just the blink of an eye, and only a dozen were left..."
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"..." Xiang Li opened his mouth, speechless.
His mood was inevitably a little tangled.
After all, the party being massacred was their friendly army, the Sichuan Northern Cavalry, and the party being massacred was their compatriots who were also Chu people. How would it feel for the Shangshui Army to be caught in the middle?
With a slight sigh, Xiang Li also sat down cross-legged and patted the shoulder of the hundred-man general next to him.
Men's friendship sometimes does not require words.
After a while, a merchant soldier came over and reported: "To report to the generals of a thousand men, several small groups of enemy troops were found three miles ahead..."
"Hmm." Xiang Li nodded, and then said to Mo Huai beside him: "I have to leave, can we come together?"
"..." Mo Huai looked at Xiang Li in surprise.
As if guessing the surprise in the other party's heart, Xiang Li said with a smile: "On the battlefield, everyone has his own master, but right now, you and I are both Chu people... The only difference is that we have defected to the wise Shenwu.
Your Highness, the king, is committed to one day rescuing our brothers and compatriots in Dachu; but you, foolishly, chose to be loyal to those noble gentlemen and act as their accomplices in oppressing the common people."
"..." Mo Huai opened his mouth, then lowered his head.
Seeing this, Xiang Li secretly said a pity, picked up the weapons on the ground, stood up, and said: "Let's go, take off your armor, whether it is our Shang Shui Army or those sons of bitches you mentioned,
They won't kill unarmed civilians."
After saying that, Xiang Li stood up and walked forward.
However, after walking a few steps, I heard a call from behind.
"etc."
Xiang Li turned around and looked at Mo Huai, only to see Mo Huai ask with a complicated expression: "Wait... why did you defect to the Wei army and attack your own country?"
Xiang Li smiled and said, "Who can say clearly about this kind of thing?... If you want to know, why not follow me and find out for yourself. I'm just telling you, I don't regret my choice."
"..." Mo Huai took a deep look at Xiang Li, and then looked at the Shang Shui soldiers who were supporting the dozen or so Chu soldiers under his command. After some hesitation, he finally stood up slowly and walked towards Xiang Li.
Leave.
"There are my relatives in Yulou in the south. If you fail to win this battle, they will all be implicated by me..."
"Don't worry, we will win." Xiang Li stretched out his hand and said firmly: "Although we have defected to Wei, we are also looking forward to helping our compatriots in Da Chu to overthrow the Xiong clan and end those nobles.
My master’s rule over my great state of Chu.”
"Can we win?" Mo Huai held Xiang Li's hand, with hope and fear on his face.
"Ah, of course we can win, because we have His Highness Prince Su..."
"King Su..."
On that day, the Shang Shui Army led by Wu Ji followed 30,000 northern Sichuan cavalry. Although they did not participate in the war along the way, they gradually recruited many Chu soldiers.
Sun Shuao failed to plot against the Shang Navy. The 780,000 Chu soldiers who participated in the ambush of the Shang Navy suffered an almost catastrophic blow. Most of the soldiers lay dead in this three-day stretch from Jiaogang to Shoying.
In the land of more than ten places, the remaining Chu soldiers who were lucky enough to survive were also completely destroyed by this defeat.
Therefore, despite the fact that there are still 100,000 peasant soldiers and 70,000 to 80,000 local county divisions in the western suburbs of Shooying, for the Shang navy, these enemy forces, which have long been frightened, can no longer pose a threat at all.
At the end of March in the 19th year of Hongde's reign in the Great Wei Dynasty, Wei Gongzi Run saw an opportunity and set up an ambush in Jiao Gang, defeating more than 100,000 Chu troops.
General Gongsun Po of Chu State died in the rebellion. (To be continued.)