"The dogs are fighting all over the world, and looking back is a blur. The world is red in the bloody battle, and the sun and moon are yellow in the atmosphere." [Poem sent to Judge Li of Lingzhou]
The defeat in the first battle made the originally aggressive Xianbei chiefs hesitate. This battle could not be considered a heavy loss, but it also made them dare not underestimate the thousands of Han troops in front of them. After the most thorny one was killed by Chen Dao,
Everyone had no choice but to place their hopes on Fu Luohan.
Fu Luohan had no other solution at this time, and he could only order a temporary rest before launching an attack again.
Amidst the noisy shouts, the Xianbei people after resting quickly regrouped and launched an attack on the Han army's camp. Looking at the battlefield with loud fighting in the distance, Xie Guini gritted his teeth and stared intently.
Then, he had a bad feeling. This battle seemed unstoppable, but his momentum had long been overshadowed by the Han army on the opposite side.
Maybe it’s time to find another way out…
An idea suddenly came to Xie Guini's mind, but where was the way out? To defect to Ke Bineng's command, and live a life of being regarded as an enemy by the Han army, and to pursue and beat him fiercely? Or to flee to Mobei, until the ice and snow
Thousands of miles of North Sea? Or...
Behind the camp, the Han army soldiers clenched their weapons and leaned closely together, staring intently at the smoke-filled Xianbei cavalry in front of them as they attacked again. The excitement and excitement caused by Chen Dao's first victory gradually dissipated.
Instead, there was a high level of tension. After the spear formation, more than a thousand soldiers held crossbows, bows and arrows, squinting and looking ahead. The arrows were coldly aimed at the largest group of Xianbei cavalry charging ahead.
"Let go!" Zhou Yu shouted after watching the Xianbei cavalry in front reach the shooting range. In an instant, the three hundred archers in the front row shot out the arrows in their hands almost at the same time. Amidst the intensive roar of bows, arrows rained violently.
They pounced on the Xianbei cavalry who were rushing forward, and before they rushed to the front of the formation, they plunged fiercely into these flesh and blood bodies.
The production capacity of the Xianbei people was low, and the cavalry was rarely covered with armor, and most of them were covered with leather armor. The Han army's arrows rained down like locusts, and they quickly shot down a group of them. As Zhou Yu shouted, batch after batch
The archers bent their bows and fired arrows in an orderly manner, always suppressing the oncoming Xianbei cavalry at a distance of a hundred steps.
However, in just a short moment, the Xianbei cavalry who rushed over left more than two thousand corpses, but they could not even touch the Han army, and only a few scattered arrows landed on the shield.
At this time, the archers were a little weak, and their movements were not as neat as before. Zhou Yu estimated the arrow reserves in his mind, so he had to stop shooting temporarily.
Fu Luohan looked at the frightened chiefs who were shot by the enemy's arrows, and couldn't help but get angry. Those Han army's archers were limited, and their arrows were even more limited. As long as they charged all the way regardless of casualties, they would be able to tear them apart sooner or later.
Their camp, but now looking forward and backward, actually gave the other side a chance to breathe and repair.
Observing that the Han army's archery offensive seemed to be stopping, Fu Luohan quickly said to his cronies in a deep voice: "Tell them, if anyone retreats again, don't blame me for being ruthless."
Under the threat of Fu Luohan, the Xianbei chieftains had no choice but to grit their teeth and gather their troops again. A total of 30,000 people rushed madly towards the Han army camp built at the narrow mouth of the valley. They comforted themselves in their hearts, as long as they could break through the Han army's
If the crossbows and arrows rush into their positions, these Han troops will have nothing to fear.
Looking at the overwhelming mass of Xianbei cavalry, Chen Dao looked at Zhou Yu. He knew that these archers would shoot five rounds of arrows at most, and they would not have the strength to draw the bow string in a short time. Next, Chen Dao would have to fight on foot.
It seemed that his blood was aroused, and he longed to lead his troops out to fight for a while.
"Get ready for battle!" Zhou Yu said after a moment of silence: "Uncle, you lead the troops and hold them back. You cannot go to battle without military orders."
"Here!" Chen Dao was not discouraged and responded in a deep voice. He and the group of cavalry were the last resort and could only be used at the most critical moment.
The last five rounds of turbulent arrows roared and shot at the charging cavalry. After a while, the Xianbei cavalry were frightened by the arrow feathers that finally stopped. They raised their swords and cheered. Amidst a burst of thankful shouts, they were flying at the speed of the horse.
He drew the bow in his hand on his back and kept shooting at the Han troops in front who were raising their shields.
"Raise your shield, there is nothing to fear from the Xianbei people's weak bows and broken arrows!" Cao Ang shouted loudly at the front of the team. At this time, the Xianbei people's cavalry archery had already exerted its power, and dense rain of arrows penetrated from time to time.
Pass through the gap between the shields and shoot the Han soldiers.
In the last fifty steps, seeing that the arrow rain failed to have the desired effect, the Xianbei people gave up archery and began to control their horses, preparing to launch the final attack.
Looking at the Xianbei cavalry getting closer and closer, everyone finally shouted, "Kill!" With their roars, the Han soldiers in formation thrust out their spears, and a long forest of iron thorns suddenly appeared and rushed to the nearby area.
In front of the Xianbei cavalry, some of the frightened horses were caught off guard and severely knocked people to death on their horses. Some stopped in an instant and threw the owners on their backs.
As the two sides collided, gaps gradually appeared in the Han army's camp and gun array under the huge impact. Some soldiers were knocked to the ground by the power of both men and horses coming from the gun barrels, their jaws were split open, and some even
He was trampled by horses' hooves and fell into a pool of blood. The strong smell of blood permeated the entire battlefield, and the thundering roar ignited the most primitive killing instinct in everyone's heart. Everyone's eyes were red, and they kept filling in the positions of their dead companions in front.
, the Xianbei people who rushed into the enemy's formation could no longer fight with their horses, so they had to keep slashing with their swords. The Han soldiers standing on the ground thrust out their spears and knocked down the Xianbei cavalry who rushed in, including both men and horses.
Stab into blood foam.
The Xianbei people are also fearless of death. Although their armor is not as good as that of the Han army, their bravery is no less than that of others. They step on the corpses of their companions and charge in one after another with swords. Before they are defeated, they will never
Will take half a step back.
At this time, Cao Ang was covered in blood, and he was shouting happily in the crowd. He often fought one against three. Many Xianbei people saw his bravery and did not dare to fight with him alone. But this was only the power of Cao Ang. From then on,
Overall, under the continuous attacks of the Xianbei people, it was difficult for the Han army to maintain their front line. As long as the 30,000 Xianbei people broke through the camp, these few thousand of them would be wiped out immediately.
Zhou Yu looked at the Xianbei people who were attacking regardless of casualties, and there was some hidden worry in his eyes. A wise man can make far-reaching plans, but what happens on the battlefield can never be accurately predicted. Now that we are doing everything we can, we can only listen to fate. Thinking of this,
Zhou Yu said expressionlessly to the messenger beside him: "Let Captain Chen prepare to fight."
The fierce battle continued. The Xianbei cavalry, inspired by the bloodshed, passed through the antlers and traps set by the Han army from the front in dense numbers. Facing the thousands of Han troops in front of them, they were outnumbered.
The numerous Xianbei cavalry clearly had the advantage, but they were still unable to defeat them with one blow. Instead, they ran into the cavalry such as Chen Dao, who was regarded as the god of death, head on again.
The fighting of these Han troops really shocked the arrogant Xianbei people. The Xianbei noble chiefs who were in the vanguard thought in fear, if these thousands of people were like this, what would happen to the tens of thousands of Han troops who attacked them inside and outside the Great Wall?
Finally, Xianbei, who had been attacking for a long time without success, blew the trumpet to retreat. The yellow and blood-colored dust floated in the air, dimly covering the setting sun on the horizon.