Chapter 65: Battle of Yingchuan

Qingdang Mountain, Deng Mao Mountain Village.

It is really a compliment to Deng Mao. At best, it is just a large area of ​​simple shacks covering the valley. Even Deng Mao’s lobby is airtight and cold. If it weren’t for the huge fire pit ignited in the center of the lobby, it would have frozen people.

In the spring of the second year of Zhongping (185 AD), the snow in the mountains began to melt, which was the coldest time of the year.

A huge pottery jar was mounted on the fire pit, and the sizzling heat rose from the pottery jar, and the fragrance of horse meat and wild vegetables filled the entire lobby. In order to entertain Ma Yue's arrival, Deng Mao specially slaughtered a war horse. Deng Mao was the kind of man with a thorn, which was exactly the same as his appearance. Such a person was straightforward and only admired the real hero, so his admiration for the eight hundred bandits and Ma Yue was from the heart, and there was no falsehood.

Ma Yue was not polite, and pulled out a dagger from his leg gang and cut a large piece of cooked horse meat from the pottery cup. He was about to send it to his mouth, but suddenly he found that there were many "bandits" gathering around Dazhai. Most of these "bandits" were children and women, and a few old people. Everyone was dressed in rags and had a dish on their faces. Looking at the horse meat in Ma Yue's hand, a greedy expression appeared in his eyes.

Ma Yue swallowed the horse meat into his mouth viciously and chewed it in big mouthfuls. Guan Hai, Pei Yuanshao and Zhou Cang, who were sitting next to Ma Yue, followed suit, each cut a large piece of horse meat and swallowed it voraciously. Speaking of which, even leaders like them had not had a full meal for several days.

A sigh of disappointment sounded around the village. Even Deng Mao looked at the horse meat that had rapidly decreased in the clay pot and swallowed a mouthful of saliva. In fact... Deng Mao had not tasted the meat taste for three months. Ma Yue ignored all this and feasted with peace of mind. Living in a chaotic world. Flooding sympathy will only make people die faster. Only when the heart is cruel and hard enough can they live to the end!

Cao Cao even ate human flesh, but he is a peerless hero named after history!

Ma Yue and the other four were like wind blowing the clouds, and soon wiped out a large jar of horse meat, leaving only the broken bones on the ground, which was in a mess. He was satisfied and filled with uh, Ma Yue said to Deng Mao while picking his teeth with a dagger: "Director Deng, it seems that life in a copycat land is not easy?"

Deng Mao sighed and said sadly: "Since the defeat of the incident, the villain took thousands of brothers to Qingdang Mountain to become a bandit. At the beginning, he lived a free life. From time to time, he went down the mountain to rob the house and robbed the house and had a happy life. In his spare time, he was quite self-sufficient and had a good meal. However, before the New Year, the old thief Zhao Qian recruited a dog-headed military advisor from somewhere. This guy was so powerful that his brothers suffered a great loss several times. Thousands of brothers were almost completely lost, leaving only six hundred strong spirits, and there were also the old, young, women and children all over the mountain. Alas~~”

Ma Yue patted Deng Mao on the shoulder and comforted him: "Don't worry, Master Deng, I will not be able to ensure that the brothers in Qingdangshan will come to the city to have a good time and drink spicy food!"

Deng Mao said passionately: "The leader of Ma Da once captured Wancheng, the capital of Nanyang County, with only 800 people. This is known to everyone in the world, and the villain and the elite soldiers in the village are willing to be the guide."

Ma Yue said in a deep voice: "It's great. In this way, you can get all the grain stored in the mountains to provide our soldiers with a full meal. After we have enough energy, we will meet up with Liao Hua and Peng Tuo tomorrow before making a decision."

Deng Mao bowed and said, "Abide by the order."

When Deng Mao was about to make arrangements, a bandit came in front of him to report. The leader of Qingniuping, Liao Hua, and the leader of Baihu, Peng Tuo, led the crowd to join in.

"Oh, so fast?"

Deng Mao's eyes were shocked and suspicious. The people he sent out had just left for a while, why did the two of them lead the crowd? According to time, it shouldn't be so fast.

"I'm afraid I'm coming." A cold light flashed in Ma Yue's eyes, and he said in a deep voice, "Guan Hai!"

"exist."

"Send the order, all brothers have a good meal and hurry up and rest. Soon there will be a bad battle!"

Guan Haisenran said: "Abide by the order!"

Deng Mao looked at Guan Hai blankly and turned away with a high spirit. He asked dullly: "Big Leader, this... are you going to go to war!?"

Ma Yue said in a deep voice: "Di Zhengdao Deng is not going to fight, but to fight. As expected, the old thief Zhao Qian is afraid that all the elite Yingchuan troops have come to attack Qingdangshan."

...

Yingchuan County is only a few hundred miles in size and is less than the Si1st of Nanyang County. However, its population reached millions at its peak, which shows how dense the population was and how prosperous the society was. In the first year of Zhongping, Yingchuan suffered a severe drought first, and then encountered a locust plague. The people had no harvest. The Yellow Turban Fang Shuaibo climbed the high and called out, and the people responded, and the Yellow Turban Army became a disaster.

When Huangfu Song and Zhu Jun led his army to quell the rebellion and killed the Yellow Turban Rebels. A large number of innocent people suffered from the disaster. The war subsided, and the people in Yingchuan County were in danger, and the people were in danger. One of them was gone.

However, Huangfu Song and Zhu Jundi's official army only defeated Bo Cai's Yellow Turban Army and did not kill all the Yellow Turban thieves. When the Han army retreated, the remnants of the Yellow Turban Revived, and they either gathered in the mountains and forests, occupied the mountains as kings, or built a fort to resist the court. The entire Yingchuan fell into chaos.

Zhao Qian, the prefect of Yingchuan, led his army to attack everywhere without any achievements. Later, he followed the plan of the Chief Guo Tu, and defeated them one by one. By the spring of the second year of Zhongping, most of the remaining Yellow Turbans in Yingchuan County had been wiped out, leaving only Yingchuan. Deng Mao, Liao Hua and Peng Tuo were still entrenched in the mountains and forests at the junction of Nanyang. Although Deng Mao and others resisted stubbornly, they were already at the end of their journey and were destroyed only day and night.

...

Zhao Qian was wearing military uniform and riding a horse, staring deeply at the vast mountains ahead. The mountains were silent, birds and beasts were extinct, and the heaven and earth were slaughtered.

This is the last battle against the bandits.

It had been an hour since the surrendered messenger went up the mountain, but there was no response in the mountain for a long time. Zhao Qian said in a dark voice: "It seems that the bandits are preparing to resist to the end."

Guo Tu rode his horse and walked forward gently, saying, "This is an unexpected matter. The condemnation of surrender is not really for the purpose of surrendering, but for the purpose of dismantling the bandits' resistance."

Zhao Qian nodded and said, "Your plan is very good, I think it will be possible."

As soon as he finished speaking, a sound of horse hooves suddenly sounded on the ridge ahead. A horse was winding down the mountain road, and the sound of hooves was so loud that it came straight towards the Han army formation. A Han army knight rode on the horse. A gust of wind blew by, and the knight's vest was rushing, and the vest was empty. The head had disappeared.

Zhao Qian's eyes suddenly showed a cold light, and the knight was clearly the messenger sent up the mountain.

"Roar~~"

A loud roar suddenly sounded in the mountains ahead, like a tiger roaring in the mountains, and it can be heard for ten miles! The Han soldiers were waiting for the battlefield to look sideways. At some point, a big man had already appeared on the edge of the dense forest. He held a single sword in his right hand and raised a head high above the top of the head in his left hand, waving it hard. While waving, he also roared at the top of his lungs.

"Roar~~"

"Roar~~"

A loud and loud roar sounded loudly, and hundreds of thieves emerged one after another, gradually gathering behind the leader of the man, imitating the man's appearance. He waved all kinds of strange weapons in his hands frantically, and shouted and demonstrated to the Han army hundreds of steps away in every way that could be imagined.

The Han soldiers were ready to fight with cold expressions and turned a blind eye to this scene. Only the cold wind blew past their dark iron armor and let out a dull low whistle.

Guo Tu frowned and whispered: "This group of bandits is really tenacious."

"Then let these foolish bandits die together with the plants and trees in Qingdang Mountain." Zhao Qian's face turned cold and he shouted, "Start the attack!"

"As for orders, sir."

The Yingchuan Commander, who was standing next to Zhao Qian, covered his helmet on his head and then roared shrillly.

"Play the trumpet~~"

"No. wuwu~~"

"Dongdongdongdongdong~~"

"Arrowman~~Prepare~~"

"Blade and Shield Hand~~Forward~~"

The sound of trumpets and war drums suddenly sounded, and the air in the mountains and forests suddenly became fierce.

The sound of weapons hitting and the sound of armor rubbing was heard. The archers who were originally sitting on the ground resting stood up one after another. Under the shouting of the officer, they quickly lined up in neat rows, and began to check the arrows in the quiver nervously, and then took off the longbow on their backs and held them in their hands.

"The Han army is mighty!"

Commander Yingchuan raised his arms and roared angrily.

"The Han army is mighty!"

"The Han army is mighty!"

The Han soldiers shouted in unison.

Amid the neat and loud horns, a thousand swords and shields took neat steps, stepped on the cold and wetland ground, rolling forward, and approaching a hundred steps away from the edge of the dense forest, the officer gave the order. The Han swords and shields stopped abruptly. Thousands of shields were slammed on the ground at the same time, and a solid wall was built in an instant. The dense tips of the knife were exposed from the gaps in the shield. The cold glimmer of death,

The messenger waved the order flag forward again, and the ready-made archers trotted and walked forward quickly. Under the cover of the shield position, they began to pull the bow and take arrows. Cold arrows had already aimed at the dark void.

...

Deep in the dense forest, a horse slowly moved forward, the horse leaped and crossed the horse with its sword, and its expression was frosty. This was the first battle after entering Yingchuan. It not only concerns the life and death of the bandits in Qingdang Mountain, but also the life and death of the eight hundred bandits. They only win but not lose! The sound of war horses came one after another, and the eight hundred bandits appeared one after another from the dense forest, gradually gathered behind the horse leap, and slowly spread toward the two wings, gradually forming an irregular fan shape.

...

"Ao~~"

On the ridge and the edge of the dense forest, Deng Mao glanced at the deep jungle behind the left, and a trace of cold murderous intent flashed through his eyes, and his howling became more and more intense.

"Ao~~"

The bandits responded with wolf howling.

A sneer appeared on the corner of Zhao Qian's mouth. What's the use of screaming loudly? Could it be that the Han army would retreat when they heard the bandits' howl? Soon, these arrogant bandits should have run around the mountains like rabbits. He has seen too many such scenes, and of course this time will be no exception!

“Yo~”

The Han army commander raised his right arm, and a thousand archers mechanically pulled out a feather arrow from the quiver pot and put it on the string. Then he used his arms to lift the longbow. Amid the crunching sound of the bow string, the longbows had been pulled into a full moon shape. The first archers all had a cold expression, narrowed their eyes slightly, and stared at the void ahead without any emotion.

"Shoot the arrow~~"

"Swish~~"

"Swish~~"

With the command of the Han army commander, a thousand archers let go of their right hands at the same time. At the sound of the bowstring, a sharp roar broke through the sky. A thousand wolf-haired feathered arrows had already flew over the head of the thief formation with cold murderous intent, and then fell down fiercely like raindrops. The black raindrops almost covered the entire sky.

Deng Mao raised his head and widened his eyes. He stared fiercely at the "rain" falling from the sky, and the coldness in his eyes was inexplicably stirring. These damn Han soldiers always had an absolute advantage in equipment.

In an instant, a scream rushed to the night. The poor bandits had no shield to defend themselves and had no armor to protect themselves, so they could only use their flesh and blood to resist the ravages of the arrows. The result can be imagined.

“Uh~~”

The shrill howl was so close that a bandit fell to the ground with a wailing twitching limbs. A sharp feather arrow penetrated hard from his left eye, piercing through the entire head and then coming out from behind his head. A drop of red liquid dripped along the sharp and cold arrows and instantly penetrated into the cold and wet ground.

"Du~"

A muffled sound came from behind Deng Mao. When a bandit looked back, a bandit happened to move a broken wooden board from his head to his front. A feather arrow had pierced deeply into the wooden board, and the feathers were trembling. When the bandit was just feeling glad, another sharp feather arrow fell from the sky and penetrated into his throat accurately and ruthlessly. The bandit's face muscles began to twist sharply, and huge pain was covering him, but he could no longer make any sound. His hands were spreading out to try to pull out the damn feather arrow. But he couldn't do it until his death.

"servant!"

The bandit fell down straight, his eyes wide open, his eyes gradually dissipated, and he quickly fell into the arms of the god of death.

Zhao Qian finally showed a satisfied smile on his face. This is the bandit he is familiar with. This familiar scene has been staged many times and continues to be staged to this day. These bandits have not learned any lessons. They are still as ignorant and easy to deal with.

Behind Zhao Qian, Guo Tu also looked gloomy. He was very proud. He first shot with a long bow and then drove him with infantry. Although it was just the most basic tactic in the military books, if it weren't for him, Guo Tu, Zhao Qian might never have thought of it.

On the edge of the dense forest, the entire thief formation was already in chaos. The helpless bandits were running around and fleeing around, trying to avoid the terrifying rain of arrows, but this was in vain. The coverage of the rain of arrows was quite wide, so people were constantly nailed to the ground. The originally dense and considerable thief formation soon became much more sparse.

"Stop shooting arrows~~"

With the command of the Han army commander, the archers finally stopped the mechanical movement of pulling the bow and placing the arrows. They each breathed a sigh of relief and continuously pulled the bows, which also required a lot of physical strength. Being an elite archer is actually not as easy as people imagine.
To be continued...