It was a shocking defeat, but the Khitan people were not convinced.
They failed due to lack of preparation, and the Xia people were unable to win.
So some people who thought they were brave began to fight back.
He was indeed very brave, and his riding skills were also very good. After dodging the short horse spear thrust by the cavalry sergeant, before Iron Bone Flower could raise his head, another spear stabbed him in the chest, and he fell to the ground with a scream.
He didn't even manage to disrupt the formation of the cavalry.
The brown torrent continued to rush forward, breaking and scattering the last "clump" of enemies.
Enemies with a strong will to fight tried to gather together and organize a counterattack. As a result, a second wave of cavalry charges followed, completely crushing their last resistance.
The third wave of five hundred cavalry took advantage of the situation and spread out to the two wings. The iron swords were put back into their sheaths and the cavalry bows were already in their hands.
Skilled horizontal formations extended to both sides, dense arrows shot through the air, and the remaining enemies screamed in agony. They could no longer think of any resistance and collapsed into the distance.
"Pursue the remnants of the enemy!" Liu Zijing ordered loudly.
The flag was waving, and the third wave of 500 cavalry sped up, chasing the fleeing Khitans mercilessly, just as they had hunted down the strong men of the tribe before.
"The first command, the second command dismounted and put on armor and walked." The first two waves of cavalry gradually stopped, and the messengers were still on their horses, sending messages back and forth.
The knights got off their horses silently, panting slightly. They held the reins and walked among the tall autumn grass. The horses followed meekly, and the sweat on their backs gradually disappeared.
We had just won a victory and killed more than 500 enemy troops, but the soldiers seemed to have done something insignificant, neither happy nor sad.
A small victory is not enough to be happy, a small defeat is not enough to be sad, life and death are just like that, their hearts have been hardened.
As the military medical officer began to bandage the wounds of the wounded soldiers who had fallen behind, the left-behind pear-nosed horses of the Khitan people were also gathered up. Each department was orderly and performed its duties, busy but not chaotic.
A large group of cavalry passed by in the east. They didn't stop at all and galloped northward.
"Remove your armor and mount your horse!" After walking for half an hour, the ordering soldier came back and sent the order again.
"Crack!" There was a sound of armor leaves clashing. The two commanding cavalrymen neatly took off their armor, packed it and put it on the back of the auxiliary's pack horse. Then they turned over and jumped on the horse, pulling the reins of the war horse, and continued northward.
The all-out attack on the Khitans has been launched quietly.
The fleeing Khitan cavalry headed north in a hurry.
Yelu Laogu performed a stunt, jumping on the back of an empty horse in the air, swinging the whip desperately, not daring to look back.
The Xia army's cavalry was exhausted and gradually fell behind.
Lao Gu took a long breath, wiped his eyes, and didn't know if it was blood or tears, and hurried on with his head down until his companion reminded him that he had arrived at the camp.
Someone came back before him.
The bad news of the defeat spread throughout the camp like the wind.
"Where is Xie Niechi?" Yelu Laogu grabbed one person's collar and asked with red eyes.
"Going to Ruyuan." The man stuttered back.
"Let's go!" Yelu Laogu changed his horse and said, looking at the sparse 300 people in the camp.
This is near Yuyi Town, and Ruyuan is one hundred and forty miles north.
A distance of more than a hundred miles is nothing on the grassland. There is nothing to grab near Yuyi Town. On the contrary, it is becoming more and more dangerous.
Who did they just meet?
That cavalry was as experienced as a killing machine, with a total of 1,500 cavalry, and they coordinated perfectly without any mistakes. Such an opponent had to be dealt with by veterans who had participated in many wars in the clan, otherwise there was no chance of winning.
"Someone is chasing us!" A shrill cry sounded outside the camp.
As if to confirm his words, the sound of horse hooves sounded again in the south.
"Come on! Don't take anything away!" Yelu Laogu kicked and hit him and drove up the soldiers who were still resting on the ground.
The slaves fetched the horses in a panic.
Everyone secretly sighed at the bad luck, got on their horses in confusion, and fled in a hurry again.
Before leaving, Lao Gu looked south.
There were thousands of people riding up and down again, appearing out of nowhere.
How many Xia soldiers came? Why are they everywhere in the mountains and plains? A question mark rose in Lao Gu's mind.
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On the grassland north of Daning City, troops were passing by all day long.
The soldiers of the Jin army stood at the top of the city and watched all this numbly.
Attack them? Unlikely.
Showing off one's strength? It's a bit interesting, but not quite like it?
Just passing by? Then why did you bypass us?
No one cares about their mood.
Feilong Army envoy Liang Hanyong personally led more than 9,000 people in the left compartment and nearly 30,000 horses, and traveled quickly.
The maneuvering speed of mounted infantry is much higher than that of cavalry.
Because they don't need to conserve horsepower and maintain sufficient physical strength for horses to prepare for riding.
The cavalry that cooperated with them could hardly keep up.
Just as he ignored the mood of the Jin soldiers, Liang Hanyong also ignored the mood of the Fan soldiers. He only wanted to hurry on his way.
On August 15, the army arrived at Yuyi Town.
Here we received the latest news that more than 10,000 cavalry troops and Tibetan cavalry had moved north to Tanshan Mountain. The Khitan people were too plundered and did not dare to fight, so they retreated hastily.
After collecting some preserved meat and cheese to replenish the food reserves for fifteen days, Liang Hanyong ordered to go eastward.
On the 16th, we crossed west Miyun and garrisoned the north (Fengning).
On the 18th, we spent the night at Sanzangkou (North of Chengde).
On the night of the 19th, we arrived near the ancient city of Anle County.
"It's raining." The sergeants looked up at the sky, but couldn't see anything.
Dense raindrops fell from the sky.
In the pitch-black wilderness, the sergeants were tired and hungry. After marching for ten consecutive days, although no one complained much, it was true that they were physically and mentally exhausted.
Liang Hanyong climbed up a high slope and looked steadily at the dim lights ahead.
That is the old city of Anle County.
This city was built during the later Wei years and was under the control of Anzhou. As time passed, the county was abolished, but because of its strategic location, it was still a key place - of course, that was only for the Central Plains Dynasty, and in the hands of the Khitans, it was not
It's just a fork in the road.
"Are you tired?" Liang Hanyong walked down the high slope and looked at the wet soldiers.
Everyone looked at him and said nothing.
"I'm tired!" Liang Hanyong said without hesitation: "In front of us is the ancient city of Anle County. The city wall has long been destroyed. The Khitan people occupied it as the basis for advancing westward and southward."
Everyone remained silent and looked numb.
"I want a hot meal tonight, a bed to sleep on, and a daughter--" At this point, Liang Hanyong stopped.
As the son-in-law of King Xia, it was indeed inappropriate to say this, but the sergeants already understood what he meant, and their faces suddenly became lively.
Liang Hanyong thought of his father-in-law's actions outside Bianzhou City and shouted: "But follow me!"
Without anyone's instructions, the warriors of the Flying Dragon Army, who had long been trained as war machines, automatically took out their weapons and slowly formed a team amidst the continuous sound of commands.
The rain fell harder and harder, and the earth was as black as ink.
In such weather, the Khitan people may not even bother to go out for inspection.
"Boom!" A thunder struck down, illuminating nearly ten thousand bright branches at the foot of the mountain, like a jungle.
Liang Hanyong walked first, cosplaying his father-in-law's heroic appearance to his heart's content.
The silent jungle began to move.
There was no talking, no making noise, only heavy breathing.
The soft soil absorbed the heavy footsteps of the night raiders.
The crackling raindrops and howling wind masked the sound of the clash of weapons.
The rain showed no sign of stopping.
Changsha Jungle has slowly moved to the gap in the city wall.
"Puff! Puff!" That was the sound of the blade piercing the flesh.
Before the sleepy sentry could react, he was stabbed to the ground.
The speed of movement in the Changsha jungle gradually increased, and the sergeants held hands and moved forward side by side. Occasionally, someone slipped and was held up by the soldiers to continue moving forward.
"Poof! Poof!"
No one spoke, no one commanded, the silent executioners were not walking fast, but the number of enemies dying under the Changshu jungle was increasing rapidly.
"Pah! Pah! Pah!" The rain took advantage of the wind and knocked hard on the door lintel, the windows, and the bluestone.
The blood merged with the rain and flowed freely on the street.
The dog barked wildly and woke up many people.
Finally someone came to their senses. They screamed at the top of their lungs, but were quickly overwhelmed by the creeping jungle.
More and more people rushed out of the house, armed and panicked.
Women and children were hiding in the house, crying loudly.
The sound of weapons clashing gradually increased, but it seemed unable to stop the advance of Changshan Jungle.
Someone was as timid as a mouse and tried to escape, but slipped and fell to the ground. After a few inaudible sounds of flesh being cut, he became motionless.
Someone stared angrily and rushed to kill them, only to be stabbed in the body by several long sticks and picked up.
Some people were frightened and wanted to go home, but were nailed to the wall by Chang Shan.
The long jungle still crawls forward firmly.
The enemy was blocked in front, like a tender flower in the wind and rain. It only took a moment to be beaten to pieces and disappear into the dust and mud.
They finally collapsed.
Someone frantically slapped the closed doors on both sides of the street, but no one responded.
After a few "puff" sounds, the flapping sound disappeared.
Military boots stepped across the bluestone avenue and continued to move forward, slowly but surely.
Some people knelt down and begged for mercy, with tears streaming down their faces.
Several long sticks stabbed him over, and the corners of his mouth suddenly overflowed with blood.
"Bang!" Military boots stained with mud and blood kicked him in the face, running him over mercilessly.
The sound of horse hooves sounded at the other end of the city, and someone finally thought of running away. But soon the painful neighing of horses and the screams of people dying were heard.
"Boom!" Several thunderbolts struck.
Under the flickering thunder light, one could clearly see that a bright jungle of long trees appeared on the other side of the street.
"Creak, creak, creak!" The rain-filled military boots stepped on the bluestone, which seemed to hit people's hearts every time.
As the last few unwilling screams fell, the Changsha jungle stopped crawling, and they joined forces.