At dawn, a white star rises in the east of the earth. When all the stars have dimmed, it becomes the only light in the short period of time when the yin and yang separate from each other.
The elephants on the edge of the Ganges swung their long trunks, stood on four legs in the river, and moved their ears like cattails gently, indicating that they had not yet woken up.
The ashes of bonfires are scattered on the river bank, and some firewood branches have not yet burned out, with flickering ashes lighting up. The North Indian soldiers lie on the sand in various postures, as if they are practicing yoga with different movements.
Bagheera arranged for each army to be on watch at night and take turns to rest. However, by the early morning of the next day, both those who were lying down to sleep and those who were on duty relaxed their vigilance and took a nap. The Kshatriya officers made a slight noise.
The whole land was silent, except for the slowly approaching cluster of black dots in the distance.
The cavalry cannot exert its combat effectiveness at night, so when it gets slightly brighter, some Indian troops are on guard duty outside, and some are still sleeping.
The vibrating sound of the horse's hooves woke up the sleeping soldier who was standing with his spear leaning on his spear. He rubbed his relaxed sleepy eyes and saw the enemy cavalry advancing side by side in the sky. The undulating and beating figure had already projected murderous intent from a distance.
"Jiligulu, the enemy is attacking!"
The soldiers stood up, rubbing their sleepy eyes, and hurriedly ran to gather together. The officers hurriedly put on their armor. The golden-armored God of War walked out of the temporary camp, got on his horse and roared: "Who told you to take off your armor and sleep! I don't know.
Are the enemy troops as ferocious and cunning as wild wolves?"
The first round of arrow strikes had arrived, and the soldiers were rolling and crawling on the ground. The arrows penetrated their backs, and their linen clothes were soaked with blood.
"Form up a battle formation, hurry up, hurry up!"
The iron hooves of the Tang Army were already rushing towards them. The Indian Army did not even form a complete Macedonian phalanx. Although the officers worked hard to gather the people, the Tang Army's horse team charged specifically towards the place where the crowd gathered, sharp and sharp.
The tips of the spears penetrated the chests of each enemy soldier, turning the scattered Indian army into a pile of scattered sand.
Feng Changqing originally expected that this sudden attack would not be able to defeat the North Indian Army. He estimated that the enemy army would be defeated when casualties reached 10%. However, the actual death toll of the enemy army in the past few days did not exceed 2,000.
, obviously he overestimated the war god Bagira, and his army could not exceed the 10% rule.
But he didn't expect that the opponent would be completely defeated before reaching 10%. It seemed that the next step was to clean up the battlefield and capture the remaining soldiers.
What is unexpected is that there is an unpredictable factor in the defeated Indian army, and that is the God of War Bagheera. He does not care at all about the defeat of the entire army. He even thinks that these soldiers under his command have affected his performance.
He has been completely separated from these low-caste soldiers, and their deaths cannot affect him. It is really his own choice, just like using an ideal method to realize the performance of a personal hero.
He rode a war horse and brandished two swords, leading five or six people to charge towards the Tang army's cavalry. Feng Changqing immediately mobilized the horse team to surround and kill him. His soft swords were indeed very sharp and could easily cut through the enemy.
Throat, two Tang soldiers were killed by him.
The soldier holding the horse spear suddenly stabbed his belly with the spear blade, causing sparks to fly and no reaction at all. The horse spear is the weapon with the strongest armor-breaking ability, but it couldn't penetrate the golden armor.
Two cavalrymen came up to him and poked him twice more, but still the armor was not broken at all. He immediately killed the two men with a soft sword.
Five or six Tang soldiers tried to kill him for meritorious deeds, but unfortunately they died under his soft sword.
Feng Changqing was always closely observing the situation on the battlefield. Naturally, he also saw Bajra killing everyone. The equipment of this man was so powerful that it seemed to be made with all the wealth of North India. The Golden Saint
The clothes certainly live up to their reputation.
He immediately shouted an order: "No one should get close to this golden-shelled bastard! Use your horned bow to harass him from a distance! Shoot his war horse!"
The Tang Army cavalry quickly dispersed and continued to shoot the fleeing North Indian troops while keeping a distance from Bagheera.
Feng Changqing specially dispatched a cavalry team to deal with Bagheera, always more than fifty steps away from him, and kept waving at his horse with horned bows. Five or six Kshatriya warriors following him were also there.
Protect during maneuvers.
After a brief struggle, Bagheera seemed to think that such a lonely battle was meaningless, and led the six men to retreat towards the upper reaches of the Ganges, leaving the broken army on the river beach.
The deputy general rode his horse to Feng Changqing's side, looked at Bagira who was escaping, and asked, "Do you want to send a team of cavalry to pursue him?"
Feng Changqing shook his head decisively and said with a smile: "It's just a lone soldier, leave him to Zhao Congfang! Continue to clean the battlefield and drive all the defeated enemy troops into the Ganges River to drink water!"
At noon, corpses floated on the water of the Ganges, like piles of dead fish floating downstream along the river bank.
Feng Changqing completed the purge of the strongest military force in North India, quickly evacuated the battlefield, and moved towards the direction of the Great Bolü Kingdom.
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Zhao Congfang set up his temporary camp opposite the Brahmin temple to facilitate monitoring of the group of magicians who mastered knowledge and sacrifices, and always paid attention to the developments in the lower reaches of the Ganges outside the city. According to the news sent by Li Siye, Bei
The Indian war god Bagila led an army of 20,000 to rescue Qunu City. Feng Changqing had already led his people to intercept the attack downstream. Although there was no news coming yet, he was convinced of Feng Changqing's combat ability.
The Brahmin elders seemed to be obsessed with their god of war. These old foxes were resigned to his unreasonable demands, sometimes without even fighting for them. It was obvious that they wanted to stabilize themselves and wait for Bagheera to come and clean up the situation.
He doesn't need to reveal their faces or point out their expectations. When the bad news comes, they will be completely desperate and forced to accept the reality.
Six days later, in the early morning, soldiers of the Tang Army saw five or six horsemen heading towards the city from the lower reaches of the Ganges River on the wall of Qunv City. They began to think that this was just a business trip from the Vaishya caste. How could the Kshatriyas and Brahmins dare to lead them?
Six or seven people came to die.
After these people approached the city, the soldiers saw their attire clearly and saw the chain armor on their bodies. One of them had a very cool armor, which could be called a golden holy garment. Only then did they realize that these were the remnants of the North Indian Army.
——If five or six people are also called the remnants.
They immediately sent someone to report the military situation to Sergeant Zhao Congfang. Zhao Congfang was also puzzled. The person wearing golden armor must be Bajra. He suffered a defeat and did not go back to where he was to reflect. Instead, he ran to the Qu Nu who was at the center of the storm.
After coming to the city, he shouldn't think that he could regain the capital with only six or seven people.
If he could really regain it, Zhao Congfang would be no worse than Feng Changqing.
Zhao Congfang immediately climbed to the top of the city and ordered the soldiers to point their Fuyuan crossbows and long bows toward the outside of the city, waiting for the crazy golden-armored military god to arrive.