On the evening of the 28th, Zheng Renmin climbed up and looked down, and saw the fire dragon that made his heart sway.
On the first day of June, Yang Qianzhen rushed up the hillside and saw rows of brown dragons crossing the rope bridge.
Huanglong walked around the camp and formed an array in an open space.
The man who was digging the ditch threw down his tools, turned around and ran away, as fast as the legendary five-hundred-mile express messenger.
The soldiers of Shengjie who were guarding the camp and the heroes from Mingshan County also rushed out of the camp, carrying large and small bags and even door panels, and rushed to the trench.
Yang Qianzhen looked at the Xia soldiers arrayed in the wilderness with some curiosity. After fighting for so long, this was the first Xia army reinforcement to be organized and arrive in large numbers. He counted, there were about four to five thousand people.
The infantry were in front and the cavalry was behind. They were neither large nor small, but judging from the speed of their formation, it seemed that they were not comparable to the victorious army with which they had been entangled for many days.
He summoned his personal followers and ordered his troops to prepare for battle.
The plan was very loud. First, let the trenches, trench walls and the barbarian soldiers stationed there consume the Xia people. When they broke through the blockade and killed through the trench walls, they would definitely be out of order. At that time, they would attack them with thousands of elite soldiers.
Can win.
The order was quickly passed down.
Yang Qianzhen stood on the hillside and continued to observe.
General Xia on the opposite side seemed to be saying something. He pulled out a heavy sword and raised it high. The infantry who had completed the formation also raised their heavy swords and shouted in response.
Yang Qianzhen was fascinated by what he saw, but he was too far away and couldn't hear what the Xia people were saying.
But the scene of thousands of people holding their swords high at the same time was very shocking. Yang Qianzhen suddenly seemed to see a ferocious beast in the forest. The beast stood upright, raised its head to the sky and roared, and then savaged it ferociously.
The Xia thief didn't even pause and attacked directly!
Yang Qianzhen suddenly woke up and found that his clothes were wet. At some point, drizzle began to fall in the sky, but he didn't notice it, and he didn't even hear the call of the soldiers.
Subconsciously he felt something was wrong.
In many years, he has never been so fascinated by the pre-war mobilization of an army. This Xia army is not simple, it may be the elite selected from hundreds of thousands of forbidden troops.
"Coming!" A scream sounded from the trench wall. Even on the noisy battlefield, it still made people feel creepy.
In an instant, the swordsmen had crossed the filled trench and rushed towards the trench wall.
The sound of arrows breaking through the air, the sound of swords clashing, the sound of dying screams...
The entire trench wall was like boiling hot water, boiling from the very beginning.
The barbarian soldiers stationed on the front line could not withstand the fierce Youguo soldiers.
As the long sword was waved, the heads rolled down the slope behind the trench wall without stopping.
Blood floated up in the air, one after another, like blooming bloody flowers.
The defense line was broken in an instant.
The Xia soldiers who crossed the trench wall walked through the hell of flesh and blood, laughing ferociously and chasing after them quickly.
Wu Yangyang's barbarian soldiers rushed to the rear, shouting and crying.
The more than 5,000 Nanzhao soldiers who had just assembled did not know what was happening in front of them, but subconsciously reacted to stress and fired thousands of arrows, shooting down all the barbarian soldiers who were charging straight to the ground.
The rout seemed endless. The Nanzhao soldiers rained arrows non-stop, until the archers were out of breath and some had sore arms, the end came to an end.
In the mist and rain, what caught their eyes were dozens of shirtless men who had taken off their armor.
They were proud of their bravery and took fighting as their specialty. At this time, they cut down the last few rogue soldiers and rushed forward with a loud roar.
Behind them, a large group of warriors with helmets and armor also roared and rolled like thunder and fire, coming from the sky.
The collision started immediately.
The heavy sword and the Mo Dao cut out white light like a sword.
Among the large green or brown crowd, the pairs of bronzed bare chests stood out.
With flesh and blood flying everywhere, they were deeply embedded in the enemy formation, stirring, stirring, and stirring again. There were flying heads and falling limbs everywhere they passed.
Their bodies were covered with criss-crossing wounds, their eyes were blocked by the blood of the enemy and ourselves, and they could not see anything. They only knew to continue to rush forward, rush, rush, kill, kill, kill until the last moment of their lives.
The Nanzhao soldiers had just been defeated, and now they were beaten back by the brave warriors who were charging forward. By the time the soldiers of the Xia army caught up, they could no longer hold their strength and were completely killed by the charge.
"Crash!" The sound of discarding helmets and armor was like a reminder, knocking into Nanman's heart again and again.
Even this can lead to defeat! The officer was on the verge of tears and wanted to organize his troops to counterattack, but was overwhelmed by the defeated troops.
The soldiers didn't want to think about it that much. After fighting for so many days, they were already exhausted and their structures were not complete. The enemy was obviously in great momentum and fierce and unstoppable. They were all defeated in the front. Even if I wanted to fight, it would be useless.
With the sword waving, you are surrounded by your own people. Is it interesting?
More than five thousand people, from top to bottom, only persisted for a few rounds and then dispersed.
"Why are you still standing there? Send someone to help you quickly!" Yang Qianzhen came to his senses, jumped to his feet and roared.
That's his strength! He's the sergeant he brought from the Huichuan Governor's Mansion! He's not some tribesman with no foundation!
The soldiers brought the horses, and Yang Qianzhen stood up and personally led a group of cavalry to counterattack, trying to save the defeat and give the defeated troops time to breathe.
The thousand cavalrymen on the opposite side seemed to be moving before him. They had already picked up their horse speed and charged towards the defeated troops.
The morale of the soldiers of the Shengjie Army and the villagers of Yazhou Tuan who were stationed at the camp was greatly boosted. Under the leadership of the officers, they jumped out of the wall and marched in with shouts and noises.
The cavalry collided on the muddy and slippery grass.
The war horses neighed in pain, and the scabbards, swords, horseshoes, and irons were swung at each other. The knights' eyes widened with anger. One side fought desperately to rescue, and the other side's morale was like a rainbow. When the wrong horse passed by, the knight fell from his horse like rain.
Li Lin led the 4,000 Youguo army infantry to slowly gather their formation and march forward in rows.
On the contrary, the Shu army showed their temper and swarmed out from the left and right of them, rushing forward quickly and wantonly chasing and killing the fleeing Nanzhao soldiers.
As the Nanman fled, they threw away everything they could throw away. No one dared to look back and even glanced back. They kept their heads down and ran forward desperately.
Some people retained some sense and rushed towards their own camp.
Some people yelled, didn't know the direction, and ran around until they were caught up and hacked to death, or they lost their physical strength.
The army was defeated like a mountain, and there was no possibility of recovery.
"Dongdongdong!" At this moment, exciting drumbeats also sounded from the direction of Yazhou City.
In a moment, the east gate opened wide, and thousands of sergeants rushed out with shouts, fighting with the Nanman who had just finished siege.
The Southern Barbarians didn't understand why at first, thinking that the defenders had run out of food and could no longer hold on, so the entire army broke out of the encirclement.
The ecstatic Yang Zhao was about to organize his troops to counterattack and use his superior troops to defeat the opponent, when he suddenly saw his own messenger. After some inquiries, he learned about the battle situation at the foot of the mountain.
Without any hesitation, he took advantage of the fierce fighting outside the east gate and left with some of his troops without even saying hello.
"Yang Qianzhen was defeated!"
"Yang Zhao ran away!"
King Yan Shao Mingyi immediately organized the prisoners to shout at the top of the city.
Nanzhao's soldiers didn't believe it at first and kept attacking. However, the rear formation soon started making noises one after another because Yang Zhao had indeed escaped and this could not be concealed.
The Nanzhao soldiers' morale hit rock bottom when they found themselves scapegoated, and they collapsed on the spot.
Zhang Wu, the commander of the victory army's left wing, shouted excitedly and led thousands of people to chase the Nanman forward.
Wang Jiao, the commander of the Youguo army, used his spear-throwing skill again and shot and killed the Nanzhao officers who did not panic and tried to rally the broken troops to resist on the spot.
With their cooperation, the Southern Barbarians really lost their last bit of ability to fight back, and everyone was in a frantic retreat.
It is easier to go up the mountain than it is to go down. Moreover, the mountain road is extremely slippery after the rain, so escaping is obviously not that easy.
Some people were running, but were pushed aside by the crowd, and then rolled down the cliff screaming.
Someone fell to the ground, and just as he was about to get up, he was met by countless feet, which quickly silenced him.
Someone brandished a weapon, hacked to death everyone who blocked his escape, and fled.
Someone...
Shao Mingyi stood at the top of the city, silently watching the Nanman's defeat.
I don't know why, but he was extremely excited before the war, but now he is very calm, so calm that he feels a little unreal.
The Nanman soldiers pushing each other and fighting for the road did not cause the slightest change in his mood.
The Nanman soldiers who rolled down the cliff and died in the deep valley did not make him feel very happy.
His soldiers, galloping on horseback and pursuing bravely, still did not cheer him up.
Perhaps, his ambition is greater and he wants to win a greater victory.
Shao Mingyi turned his gaze to the south, and through the mountains, he seemed to see the two prosperous capitals of Dachang and the country.
I want to go there, that's where I should be.
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Strangely enough, the rain stopped the moment the battle ended.
After Yang Qianzhen realized that he was unable to save his life, he no longer lingered and decisively abandoned the army and fled.
When he left, even the Nanzhao soldiers in the camp were shocked.
They also did not include the lake. They abandoned the camp and fled, scattering over the mountains and plains.
The Xia army took advantage of the situation to pursue and kill countless people, until the sun pierced the dark clouds and sprinkled the golden light on the earth again.
Li Lin took the curled heavy sword and inserted it into the chest of a wounded Nanzhao soldier. Then he sat down and gasped for air.
The generals are brave, and he is even braver. He rushes forward and fights fiercely, like a rushing tiger, and his bravery is unstoppable. The price is two more wounds.
I haven’t fought such a happy battle in many years!
This devastating battle reminded him of the Battle of Feishui that year. He also relied on unparalleled courage to defeat Zhu Yanshou's Luzhou soldiers in one fell swoop, allowing him to escape alone in a state of embarrassment.
The person he defeated today was Yang Qianzhen. I heard he was a military governor, but his real strength should be similar to that of Zhu Yanshou back then. Huichuan Governor's Mansion? It won't take long for his lair to be taken away.
The civil servants accompanying the army were counting the number of enemies killed.
But there were so many beheadings that it would be impossible to count them all for a while. Li Lin estimated that there were more than 4,000 levels. Once the wounded soldiers were dealt with, doubling the number would not be a problem.
But he didn't kill any valuable southern barbarian generals.
Li Lin stood up with difficulty and looked towards the south.
After lunch and enough rest, I will continue my pursuit. No one can stop me, no one!
