On the vast and endless wilderness, thousands of horses galloped, never stopping.
North of Heshui, a sentinel rider who was taking a nap under a tree sat up alertly and looked around subconsciously.
The earth seemed to be shaking.
Beads of sweat suddenly appeared on his forehead. After climbing up the tree in twos and twos, he stared towards the north.
Look closely first.
It was a flat wilderness, so barren that it looked as if no one had cultivated it for thousands of years. The sky above the wilderness was empty, with nothing but green wormwood and gorgeous wild flowers.
Keep looking north.
The terrain is slightly undulating, and there is an obvious ridge there. The emerald green carpet stretches all the way to that side, and then stops abruptly, and there is still nothing.
But he did not relax, because the tremors in the earth became more and more obvious.
Suddenly, several riders appeared in the center of the ridge.
The sentry rider's eyes suddenly froze, and his face turned slightly pale.
Almost instantly, more cavalry appeared in the center of the ridge, then to the left, to the right, to the left, to the right...
They appeared like magic, standing in a dense row, quietly looking south.
The sentry rider's teeth couldn't stop chattering up and down, making a "clucking" sound.
A flag appeared on the ridge, and the flagbearer waved it non-stop.
Following his wave, the cavalry slowly walked down the ridge.
Fifty, one hundred, two hundred, five hundred...
More and more cavalry appeared in sight.
The pace is neither fast nor slow, just like walking on the grass.
The officer with the recognition flag on his back waved one arm and shouted something. Every time he shouted, there was a chorus of response from behind.
The cavalrymen were still walking downhill slowly, the ones at the front were almost on the flat field, while the new row at the back had just crossed the ridge.
More than a thousand riders have appeared!
Their pace became faster and faster, and the horses' hooves kept tapping the ground with a unique rhythm.
Sand mixed with grass clippings flew up and down.
The cold light of the weapon was extremely dazzling under the scorching sun.
The riders controlled their horses' desire to sprint, suppressed their speed, and gradually formed a long line.
Gradually, the speed picked up.
The warriors on horseback lowered their bodies slightly and took out the horn bows that had been strung.
The sentry rider suddenly woke up, rolled down the tree, and used trembling hands to untie the reins tied to the tree trunk.
While explaining, I looked up.
The sound of the cavalry running was like muffled thunder.
The mount couldn't help but neigh, as if it was feeling nervous. Fortunately, he finally untied the reins. He didn't even have time to get water or the arrow pot, so he got on the horse and galloped south.
Before leaving, he turned his head and took one last look.
The flat wilderness was already filled with cavalry.
On the ridgeline farther away, there were still cavalry climbing over and running downhill.
One, two, three, four...
The sentinel rider counted four cavalry lines in total. From the corner of his left and right eyes, there seemed to be cavalry moving forward quickly, outflanking them in a roundabout way.
He was so frightened that he didn't dare to look back, and ran desperately towards his camp.
The large group of cavalry behind him completely ignored him and did not send anyone to chase him. They still maintained a steady forward momentum.
The sound of horse hooves is like beating on people's hearts, which is full of pressure.
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Five pontoon bridges have been erected over the He River, and a large group of Gou soldiers are lining up to cross the river.
The enemy's reinforcements had been defeated by the governor, but some of them withdrew into the camp and resisted stubbornly.
The battle has reached this point, and the front army is very tired, so they need to cross the river to rotate.
Judging from the enemy's situation, even if reinforcements arrive, they will definitely not be able to survive the night. If they push harder, the camp will be broken, and no one can stop them after that.
So we saw——
There was a lot of noise on the floating bridge.
On the north bank of He River, there are constant urging sounds.
But all of this suddenly came to an end after the sound of earthquakes in the earth continued to sound.
Some people subconsciously looked north.
In the diffuse smoke and dust, the ferocious figures of the cavalry were looming.
Among the dozens of riders rushing at the front, there was even the sound of bowstrings.
Someone stood on the horse, waving one hand vigorously, beckoning those behind him to follow quickly.
Following his movements, a long row of cavalry rushed out of the smoke and leveled the long spears in their hands.
The sound of hoofbeats became more intensive and faster.
The soldiers who stayed behind in the camp regretted not building an earthen wall and setting up anti-horse guns. They hurriedly moved their baggage vehicles in an attempt to stop the oncoming cavalry.
The sentry rider who rushed back to the camp found that there was no need for him to report the news.
When he saw his colleagues making a last-ditch effort in a panic, he subconsciously wanted to get off his horse and help.
The horse neighed uneasily.
The Sentinel Cavalry turned around and took a look. The figure of the opponent's cavalry was getting taller and taller, and the distance was getting closer and closer.
With a flick of his horse's head, he rushed out of the camp and didn't care anymore.
The defenders who were carrying obstacles also dispersed in a hurry.
The violent tremors, the sky full of smoke and dust, the tall figure, the cold blade of the gun, and the overwhelming momentum were all insurmountable to those with a strong will.
They ran in vain.
The charging cavalry passed them and continued forward, breaking through tents, knocking down rice cookers, jumping over ditches, and diagonally cutting into the fleeing crowd, smashing everything to pieces.
When the smoke caused by the first row of cavalry gradually dissipated, the ground was already covered with corpses.
The second row followed one after another. Taking advantage of the chaos caused by the first row, they used long spears, waved halberds, and sabers to disperse the slightly gathered enemy soldiers again. Then they turned a corner and dispersed to both sides.
The third row rushed across and drove the scattered enemy soldiers towards Heshui.
The light cavalry on both sides of the detour fired their bows continuously, driving the dizzy and running enemy soldiers towards the center, and then they were smashed to pieces by the shock cavalry.
In the water, the sound of "plop" can be heard endlessly.
On the north side of the floating bridge, arrows fell like a heavy rain.
The bridge has overturned, and the enemy soldiers floating in the water are crying.
A fire broke out in the camp, and plumes of smoke rose into the sky.
The battlefield fell into unprecedented chaos, with countless casualties and casualties.
The cavalry gradually gathered up and formed a loose formation in the distance.
The flag was waved again, and the officer waved his arms and shouted.
The sound of horse hooves sounded again.
First jog with small steps, then run quickly at a constant speed, and finally charge at a high speed.
They were like iron plows, plowing through the seven or eight thousand enemy troops still remaining on the north bank.
Horse swords, halberds, iron swords, sabers, horned bows, etc., all common weapons were transformed into peerless weapons at this moment, and each one was contaminated with more than one life.
The enemy army completely collapsed.
Hundreds of people stumbled into the water.
A group of cavalry stopped by the river bank, paused on the ground, then drew out the tip of their bow, quickly cocked it, and after roughly calibrating it, scattered arrows of death onto the river.
The bright red water splash kept rising.
The human body sinks quickly like a stone.
The sound of crying echoed across both sides of the He River.
Dark clouds covered the scorching sun, as if God didn't want to see this tragic massacre any longer.
A total of eight thousand people were rushed into Heshui by the surging cavalry and were completely routed.
At this moment, "the water does not flow" is not an exaggerated description by the literati, but a real reappearance of the scene.
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On the south bank of He River, Gou Xi closed her eyes in pain.
He had countless ways to stop the cavalry charge, but he didn't arrange any of them today.
The large group of cavalry descending from the sky was beyond his expectation.
Until now, he had tried his best to figure out where the cavalry came from and who they belonged to.
There is no need to fight any further.
The defeat has been decided, and the defeat has been miserable. It has never been so miserable.
The soldiers rushed over, lifted him on horseback, and then ran south with him surrounded.
Gou Chun was directing the attack on the camp. When the noise from the north bank came, he was about to win the final victory and had no time to care.
By the time he noticed that the chaos was gradually spreading, it was already too late.
The soldiers made a loud noise and retreated one after another.
The brother's soldiers shouted something in a hoarse voice across the broken troops.
Gou Chun looked north attentively, and saw groups of cavalry with their horses held high, rushing across the pontoon and heading this way.
At that moment, Gou Chun was sweating like rain, and felt weak all over.
The soldiers pulled the horses and asked him to run for his life.
The cavalry also discovered his presence, and after picking up their horse speed, they rushed over directly.
Gou Chun quickly mounted his horse, and as soon as he took two steps, two horse spears struck him one after the other.
He clamped one pole and narrowly avoided the other. Just as he was about to turn his horse's head and run away, he heard a sharp sound breaking through the air, and an arrow crossed the chaotic battlefield and hit him in the forehead.
"Bang!" Gou Chun suddenly fell to the ground, blood flowing from his forehead and seeping into the grass.
The soldiers' eyes suddenly became red, and they no longer cared about escaping. They stepped forward one after another and strangled the cavalry who rushed over, exchanging lives for lives. They were like crazy tigers.
More cavalry gathered around.
The horses' hooves stepped on her, and Gou Chun had changed beyond recognition.
On the pontoon bridge, cavalry continued to cross the river. After a short period of formation, the cavalry broke into pieces. Under the leadership of an officer carrying a flag, the pursuit began in a small formation.
The enemy troops fled in all directions, throwing away everything they could throw away, just to survive.
The cavalry pursued them easily and comfortably, taking away one life after another with almost no effort.
Looking down from the air, from the north bank of He River to the south, corpses were everywhere, extending directly for ten miles.
When the last group of horses snorted back, it was already dark.
The entire battlefield fell silent.
The strong south wind blew away the summer heat.
Song Tao sobbed and took away the crying new soul.
A golden-armored general, surrounded by people, slowly arrived at the south bank of He River.
Outside the camp, more than ten generals from Xia Houheng, the prime minister, came out one after another and fell to the ground.
The golden-armored general stood on his horse and silently scanned the battlefield.
The flags whistled.
No one spoke, everyone was in unspeakable emotions.
"General Gou is vulnerable!" The golden-armored general chuckled and said.
Chapter completed!