Mazaha watched as a leader under his command managed to gather more than 500 people nearby. However, because he did not charge, he only resisted for a moment and was defeated by the enemy.
Boom, boom, boom!
The flesh and blood splashed everywhere by the horses' hoofs, and more than a thousand extended horizontal knives were arranged in neat rows against the necks of the horses, sending despair and fear into the panicked eyes of every Tuyuhun warrior along the way.
More than two hundred people gathered together, but their upper bodies were cut off with neat horizontal knives. A bloody mist appeared on the spot, which was extremely shocking.
The shrill screams, accompanied by scarlet flesh and blood fragments, surged up one after another. In the blink of an eye, they intertwined in mid-air into a lamentation song from the eighteenth level of hell, resounding throughout the camp.
"Don't run away. A man can't outrun a war horse!" Mazhaha shivered, waving his weapons and shouting, "Come together. Even if the person in front is dead, we can always block it for a moment. The people behind will get on the horse and gather together.
We can kill them all."
However, rows of blades swept past his eyes, like autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves, killing all the Tuyuhun warriors who would not be able to mount their horses, or who had already mounted their horses and would not have time to charge, or who might have turned their heads and fled.
When the rows of blades surged past, the place where the tent originally stood was completely flat. There were no raised obstacles or any living life in the width where forty war horses were walking side by side.
The flesh and blood of humans and animals formed a wide and straight passage. All the Tuyuhun warriors who were close to the passage but were lucky enough not to be affected by the blade turned pale, their eyes were stiff, and they collapsed on the ground shivering.
A general is the courage of an army. At this time, others can cause chaos, but Mazaha cannot. If hundreds of people are organized in time to block the enemy for a moment, giving them time to gather their troops and launch a charge, even if they cannot turn the tide, they can at least be able to
Change the current situation of being passively beaten.
"Stop and listen to my orders. Don't panic. Anyone who dares to run around and scream again will be killed!" Mazaha shouted loudly. Many people followed his orders and suddenly turned around and raised their weapons towards the pursuers.
Scimitar, but in the next moment, these people were wiped out from his sight by a row of neat blades. There was no pause or much noise. It was as easy as a plowshare walking across the wasteland soaked by the spring rain.
It's soothing and even has a certain quiet rhythm.
The enemy troops are elites who have been tempered for thousands of years! Mazaha shuddered and immediately understood the reason why the brothers were inexplicably frightened when they lost the opportunity after being attacked by a sneak attack. Dozens of neatly extended horizontal knives
At the same time, they cut in one direction, and there were densely packed horse hooves under the blade. No flesh and blood body could stop their footsteps. He had never seen this tactic before, and neither had the soldiers under his command.
Of course, this has nothing to do with the fact that they were exhausted after traveling for a day and a night, and there were rumors in the army that King Bailan led the main force of Tuyuhun to be wiped out. Their morale was already very low. If they had gained the upper hand from the beginning, they would
They will become more and more brave. On the contrary, if they are at a disadvantage from the beginning and fall into a situation of being beaten, the shortcomings of the nomadic army's loose discipline will be fully reflected, not to mention that defeat has been like a mountain collapse since ancient times.
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The war lasted for three hours and ended with the defeat of the Tuyuhun side. Most of the 7,000 Tuyuhun cavalry were killed and a smaller half fled in all directions. None of the 1,000 people who entered the iron ore area escaped.
Then, Zhao Dongyang and Wu San gave orders almost at the same time, leading their respective men and horses to attack each other. At this time, there were only more than 1,500 skeleton soldiers left, while there were still more than 6,000 mine slaves under Zhao Dongyang. In order to kill
The death of those thousand Tuyuhun soldiers paid a heavy price.
One side has strong combat power, the other side has a large number of people, and all of them are dead soldiers, and both sides have already fought two wars. The fighting has been extremely fierce from the beginning. However, at this time Wu San sent a signal, and he had been impatient for a long time.
Su Changqing and Jiang Mulang led two thousand cavalry and suddenly came from behind. Under the attack from both sides, they finally defeated Zhao Dongyang and more than 6,000 dead soldiers. However, in the end, Zhao Dongyang led more than 1,000 dead soldiers.
Despite the situation, he still escaped.
After Su Changqing, Jiang Mulang, and Li Xiang gathered together, they rested for two days in Golmud. After talking with Wu Sanmi, the three of them led the army towards Gaotai City. In the past three months, the three of them led 3,000 cavalry and moved more than 2,000 cavalry.
Here, he destroyed fifteen Tuyuhun tribes and together with the Skeleton Army destroyed the Tuyuhun lair, killing no less than 20,000 enemies, but he also lost a third. Now there are only about 2,000 people left, and nearly half of them were injured.
On the seventeenth day of the first month of the fifth year of Renshou, just as the Gaotaicheng expeditionary force retreated, the offensive and defensive battle between Yujuluo and King Bailan of Xiping County finally ended with the complete destruction of King Bailan's army.
At the same time, the three counties of Zhangye, Jincheng, and Longxi were covered with white snow and heavy snowfall, which had lasted for many days. It even temporarily trapped Zhangye County Ying Yanglang General Wang Junlin and his party in Shifeng Village.
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By the end of the first lunar month, the atmosphere in the state capital located in Yongzhou Jincheng became inexplicably tense. Every Yongzhou official who came in and out looked in a hurry, as if facing a formidable enemy, with a somewhat dignified look on his face.
In addition, the expressions of the officials in Jincheng, Zhangye, and Pingliang prefectures and counties were more solemn. Officials walked to and from the government offices a little faster than usual, from the prefecture government to the county government, and from the governor's office to the county government.
When the county magistrate arrived, the atmosphere in the government offices up and down Yongzhou seemed very heavy and depressing.
In the past month, three counties in the north of Yongzhou have been hit by snowstorms. The amount of snow is so heavy that it is rare in a century. To this day, the three counties are still snowing heavily, freezing to death tens of thousands of farmers' livestock, crushing more than 40% of the houses, and freezing to death and frostbite. Thousands of people
Man, this is not the worst. The worst thing is that the heavy snow has been accumulating for a long time and it is difficult to change it. It is about to spring sowing, but the heavy snow is still falling in many places, making spring sowing hopeless, the land's vitality is cut off, and the hearts of farmers in the three counties are gradually becoming chaotic.
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In the residence of the guard of Shifeng Village, Wang Junlin carefully read several times the official letter sent by Jiang Yishan, the governor of Zhangye County, with great difficulty, and his expression became more and more solemn.
In the past month, the weather has been too bad. The area under Yongzhou's jurisdiction has never seen such heavy snow, nor has it snowed for such a long time. Too much of anything is a disaster, and too much rain is a flood.
Too many locusts are a locust plague, and too much snow is a snow disaster.
What does the snow disaster mean? It means that there is no hope for spring sowing, the harvest of the fields is exhausted, farmers have no food and have to become refugees, and thousands of lives are devastated due to hunger.