Fu Zhaoxin kept frowning, feeling depressed in his heart.
He could see that the other party was fighting him to the death regardless of casualties!
Everywhere you look, it's horrific.
Countless amounts of flesh and blood were poured into it, making the hills red and green. On some small hills, the piles of corpses almost filled up the ravines.
The blood gathered in the low-lying areas, forming a river of blood.
So far in the war, as many as 2,700 people have been killed or seriously injured and unable to fight anymore.
The opponent's numbers were only much larger, but they still launched wave after wave of attacks regardless.
"So tenacious!"
Fu Zhaoxin's resume is far inferior to that of his father Fu Yanqing.
At the age of thirteen, Fu Yanqing followed Emperor Zhuangzong Li Cunxu of the Tang Dynasty into battle and killed people. Until the Xinkou Battle that followed the Gaoping Battle in the first year of Xiande's reign, he was truly a soldier for half his life.
Fu Zhaoxin was born as a general, and was born with a golden key in his mouth.
Although he is not the second generation ancestor, he has never experienced a war. The ones who usually pay the most are the small Khitan troops who attack the grass valley.
There is really no value in using the brave knights of the Tianxiong Army to fight the Khitan bandits who are unwilling to fight for a long time and just come for the population and wealth.
It was also the first time for Fu Zhaoxin to direct such a battle. Looking at the tragic scene, he felt a little uncomfortable.
Liu Siyu of the Tianxiong Military Dental School has been with Fu Yanqing for the longest time, and he has to act as Fu Zhaoxin's deputy this time.
Fu Yanqing just wanted to train his son and help him survive this test.
Liu Siyu said: "In general battles, there are very few such casualties. I estimate that the general on the opposite side should be aware of his situation and intends to make the most of it in one battle. He pins his hopes on winning this battle, so he doesn't care at all.
casualties."
"According to common sense, with this kind of battle damage, the opponent should have rested long ago. But they are still attacking so desperately. There must be a supervising team under the hill, and they are forcing the soldiers to fight..."
"On our side, if Fei Jun hadn't been killed by the Yamen, there would have been a slight wavering."
"To fight this kind of tough battle, a supervisory team is indispensable."
Fu Zhaoxin nodded silently. Suddenly he saw wolf smoke rising in the direction of Youzhou, and a hint of joy flashed in his eyes.
He looked out from this Buddha relic pagoda. On the one hand, he could see far and facilitate command. On the other hand, he accepted the task of Luo Youdu to pay attention to the smoke in Youzhou.
"one two three!"
Fu Zhaoxin determined the quantity and ordered people to light three beacons.
He glanced at Liu Siyu and said, "Go down, prepare to counterattack!"
Chinese Army.
Murong Yanzhao roared incessantly, and pierced the chest of a Khitan cavalryman in front of him with his hand. He urged the strong northwest war horse under his crotch, knocked the opponent's short Khitan horse to the ground, and continued to advance towards the hinterland of the Khitan formation.
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With the sharp sound of breaking wind, a mace struck from the front like a mountain bearing down on top.
Murong Yanzhao held his breath, leaned his body slightly to the left, blocked the attack with his backhand, and picked it up on the tip of the mace, trying to defuse the stick.
Unexpectedly, the mace remained unmoved. After sinking a little, it still hit him head on!
Murong Yanzhao suddenly perked up. He was a tough guy. He quickly shifted his body weight to the right and used his waist strength to forcefully swing three feet.
The attack of the mace was so fierce that even though it was able to blow away the vital part, it kept slashing downwards. The mace passed through Murong Yanzhao's thigh, and instantly the sharp thorn penetrated the armor and opened a gash.
Murong Yanzhao's forward thrust was too fast. After the two of them exchanged this blow, they had already moved forward halfway.
Murong Yanzhao was not willing to suffer such a big loss, so he turned back and struck back at Ma Shan, stabbing the opponent hard on the right side.
Yelu Xiezhen was so frightened that he could not imagine that the opponent could still perform such a difficult blow under such circumstances, so he hurriedly raised his mace to block it.
However, Murong Yanzhao's attack was so fast and fierce that he was not in a hurry to block it, and he was about to be killed by the attack.
In a life-and-death situation, the Khitan general suddenly twisted his body. The horse thorn passed through his waist, avoiding the risk of intestinal rupture.
Yelu Xiezhen groaned, climbed on the horse, turned the horse and ran away, crying in his heart: This bastard is so cruel.
At the same time, I was secretly glad that I saw how tough he was and attacked from the side. If I really managed to confront him head-on, my life would probably be lost.
Murong Yanzhao gritted his teeth and cursed. In the past, he could kill the other person with just a sweep of his finger.
It's just that the strength of the injured thigh is exhausted, and he can't use the second move.
Seeing the opponent running away, Murong Yanzhao had no intention of chasing him.
On the battlefield, winning is the first priority.
Even if you really want to chase, you may not be able to catch up.
He saw three Khitan cavalry in front of him charging towards him with their spears drawn.
When Murong Yanzhao's horse was dancing, he swept the two men to the ground. Then the horse swallowed and pierced the enemy's chest again, opening a path of blood.
My eyes are bright!
Finally got through!
After Yelu Xiezhen's desperate cavalry was cut through by them, they were instantly defeated.
Murong Yanzhao's injured left leg was bleeding like a river, and his entire pants were stained red and dripping with blood.
He looked around the battlefield calmly, placed the horse's crossbar on his horse, took a piece of silk cloth from the horse bag, and wrapped it roughly around the wound on his thigh, just like a master master.
Murong Yanzhao held Ma Shan again and shouted: "Kill with me!"
While bandaging the wound, he discovered that the cavalry on his left and right wings were showing signs of weakness.
The opponent's cavalry was stronger than he expected.
But now it was time to reverse the situation, Murong Yanzhao rushed towards the iron kite's butt on one side.
Yelujing saw that the original advantage of the left and right wings was in jeopardy because of the addition of Murong Yanzhao.
At this time, Yelv Xiezhen asked the soldiers to carry him down from the battlefield.
Looking at the general who was pale due to excessive blood loss, Yelujing hurriedly asked people to carry him to the rear for treatment. Then looking at Murong Yanzhao who was killing everyone on the battlefield, he couldn't help but said: "Why don't we, Daliao, have such warriors?"
"Iron Harrier has not been defeated in this battle. The reason for our immediate defeat is that our warriors are not as good as our opponent...Whoever steps forward to capture him! I will give him the name of a hero and reward him with hundreds of horses and thousands of cattle and sheep."
As soon as this statement came out, some people immediately couldn't sit still.
Xi Nuo, a member of the Xi tribe, came out of the squad and said: "The last general, Xi Nuo, is willing to kill the enemy general for your majesty."
Seeing his ferocious face, Yelujing nodded and said, "Go!"
Murong Yanzhao knocked a man off his horse with one blow. Seeing that the other man was not dead, he got up and wanted to fight again, so he made up for it.
Ma Shan penetrated the opponent's neck...
After withdrawing Ma Shu, Murong Yanzhao finally understood why his elite subordinates were suppressed by the opponent.
The opponent's armor was actually better than theirs.
It's not because the smelting technology of the Central Plains is inferior to that of the Khitans, but the armors of the Central Plains Palace Front Division, Guards and Military Divisions, and Imperial Camp Divisions are all the same, mainly mountain armor for defense against bows and arrows, and the entire army is equipped with the same armor.
Naturally, it is not as good as the iron kite who takes special care of the other party.
Seeing the casualties of the front officer, Murong Yanzhao felt great pain in his heart. He was about to fight bravely when he heard the sound of golden gongs coming from behind.
A signal came from the Chinese army, telling them to retreat quickly.