On the east side of the position of the seventh bureau of the ferry, various weapons were waved, and with crazy howls, a group of horse soldiers retreated from the formation of the officers and soldiers, leaving another dead and wounded. Several officers and soldiers chased a few steps away, using their long swords to
Spears were stabbed and slapped randomly, and an officer shouted loudly before the soldiers returned to the queue.
The cavalry soldiers stumbled and fled back to their own lines in embarrassment. Many of them were wounded and fell to the ground before they reached the rear.
Under the command of a Baohunqi, other horsemen raised their bows and fired, and the locust-like arrows rushed towards the small formation. The officers and soldiers had no cover, and the infantry in iron armor stood in the front row with their heads lowered.
After being hit by the arrow rain, their bodies were pricked like hedgehogs. The soldiers with only cotton armor huddled together and hid behind the armored soldiers. The few remaining sword and shield soldiers stood in the front row, trying to shield their comrades behind them.
Some rogues with walking bows gradually moved closer and fired heavy arrows. From time to time, some armored infantrymen could not bear it. That infantry unit lost more than half. The miserable screams in the queue did not stop, but they still did not collapse.
"Brother Luo, we can't fight anymore. These officers and soldiers are all wearing armor. They can't be cut or stabbed to death. So we just charged into this formation. In a short time, more than 20 people died."
You Lishu's eyes are a little red. They have more than 400 horse soldiers crossing the river. Basically everyone has a bow and arrow. Long-range strikes are completely dominant. The officers and soldiers are in a situation of being beaten. However, the bow and arrow are not effective against the armor of the officers and soldiers. The speed of killing is
It was too slow, so Luo Rucai was anxious and asked the commanders to supervise the battle and sent out cavalry and infantry to fight. This was their third direct attack, and they were defeated three times. The wounded who stayed in front of the battle were all killed, and they had already suffered losses.
There were fifty or sixty people.
The swordsmen and shieldmen among the officers and soldiers were in front of the formation one after another, and they would cut down the ones who fell to the ground a few more times. Half of them were slippery people. His status in each camp of the rogue bandits was
It was determined by the number of horsemen, and it was not easy to recruit, which made him very heartbroken.
At this time, Luo Rucai had calmed down from the anger of the officers and soldiers escaping across the river. He would not fight such armored officers and soldiers at ordinary times, let alone send cavalry to fight on foot. He only needed to use cavalry to harass, at most
In half a day, these infantrymen would break up and run for their lives. As long as they lost their formation, the cavalrymen could easily kill them, but he didn't have enough time at this time.
There was a faint sound from the direction of Wuli Bridge, and Youliluo urged anxiously, "Brother Luo, the officers and soldiers have been gone for a long time. We don't have time to go to Wuli Bridge now. If King Chuang wins, we will naturally be trapped to death."
If King Lu Yan wins these dog officers and soldiers, it will be useless for us to kill all these dog officers and soldiers, and we can no longer fight."
Luo Rucai turned to You Lihu, his eyes changing. He always cared about the reputation of each battalion. This time, he let the officers and soldiers escape from the siege and cross the river. If the battalions were really defeated, it would be a major blow to his reputation, but You Lilu
What Li Hua said was reasonable. It would be of no practical benefit to fight head-on with the remaining armored soldiers at this time.
At this time, I think back to Youlihua's original suggestion, which was to besiege the officers and soldiers at the ferry. If all the horsemen crossing the river were allowed to chase the main force of officers and soldiers, even if the horsemen were confused and unable to win, they could at least be restrained.
Preventing the main force of officers and soldiers from attacking Wuli Bridge directly. Now that I think about it, Youlihua's purpose was not to go to Wuli Bridge.
Facing Luo Rucai's eyes, Youlihua felt a little guilty. Just when he was at a loss, two cavalry soldiers from the north came running quickly, and Youlihua quickly turned his head away.
The horseman in charge shouted in panic before the horse could stop, "Let the chief know that Wuliqiao has been defeated, defeated."
Luo Rucai looked at the cavalry soldier and said, "What kind of defeat will it look like?"
"All the old camps have fled."
Youlihua's expression changed drastically, and he quickly said to Luo Rucai, "King Chuang must have been defeated. Brother Luo, let's leave quickly."
Luo Rucai did not move. He ignored the anxious expression and calmly looked at the cavalry soldier and said, "Do you still have any guards under Lu Xiangsheng's banner?"
You Liliu opened his mouth. At this moment, Luo Rucai was still thinking about attacking Lu Xiangsheng. If he could succeed, he might really be able to turn the tide of the battle.
The cavalryman recalled briefly and said, "There are still two to three thousand people on foot."
Luo Rucai turned to Youli Huaidao without hesitation, "King Chuang said yesterday that if it is inconvenient to run to the official road to the west, which has to go through Guanshan, King Lu Yan will definitely chase him. We will not follow him.
Still going south."
Youlihua breathed a sigh of relief. They had already prepared to go south. Laoying's family members were already near Baijiaqiao. If they left out other servants, Laoying could still walk one hundred and fifty times in one day even with their family members.
Here, you will soon be free from the threat of Lu Xiangsheng.
The only difficulty lies in the Qingliu River. Now the situation is reversed. It is their turn to ford the river under the threat of the other party. Fortunately, there are no other officers and soldiers chasing them, and they can only deal with this broken infantry.
At this time, the first wave of fleeing infantry had appeared in the distance. Luo Rucai pulled the horse's head and said, "You hold back."
...The soldiers of the Eighth Bureau were running on the river bank, surrounded by countless rogue infantry. They fled southward in a panic, with a few officers and soldiers on horseback driving behind them.
Pang Yu was riding on the left side of the team. Several bandits who were not looking at the road ran more than ten steps away. They had no weapons. When they looked up and saw officers and soldiers, they screamed and turned around.
Pang Yu clamped the horse's belly without thinking, and the horse accelerated towards those people, and soon caught up with a few people. The horse's body shook, and a foot soldier on the left was knocked out a few steps and fell to the ground.
The wind blew on his face, and Pang Yu could only feel his blood boiling. He slashed the back of another infantryman with the waist knife in his right hand.
With a bang, the waist knife struck the middle of the back of the infantryman. Pang Yu dragged the knife hard, using his horse power to drag out the wound longer. The infantryman fell to the ground and let out a shrill scream. Pang Yu ignored it.
He continued to charge, and the pressure of the past few days was released in this short sprint. His mind went blank, and he only felt that he was a strong general that no one could be like.
By the time he came to his senses, he was already fifty steps away from the eighth round. There were six or seven rogue infantry lying on the line behind him, and other rogues around him were fleeing.
Guo Fengyou and several soldiers chased behind him. Pang Yu felt that his face was a little wet, and there was chain mail on his arms. He couldn't wipe his face with his sleeves. He resisted the urge and rode back to the eighth round.
There were no more infantry approaching. The eighth round quickly went south for support. The four-mile journey seemed further than when they came. Pang Yu rode ahead and finally saw the position of the 7th Division on the river bank.
The general flag of the Third Division was still there. The ground around the queue was filled with arrows and white flowers. The ferry crossing was filled with dead and wounded soldiers. Luo Rucai's cavalry had separated from the Seventh Bureau and was coming from the south.
Cross the river to the west.
The infantry of the Eighth Bureau immediately chased south. The retreating rogue horsemen were still in order, but suddenly there was chaos. The horsemen in the back crowded towards the ferry, huddled together on the riverbank, and scrambled to enter the river, with their horses neighing.
They collided with each other, and from time to time someone fell into the river, causing large splashes of water.
In the eighth round, the first crossing point was quickly approached. The cavalry dispersed and fled further south. Once again, the infantry chased the cavalry.
The archers of the garrison fired at the cavalry still in the river. The cavalrymen of Luo Rucai's department did not bother to fight back and urged their horses forward in the river. No one even tried to rescue their companions who fell into the river.
Pang Yu stopped at the position of the seventh round. More than half of the soldiers were casualties. Almost everyone had arrows stuck in their bodies. The ground was full of squirming and wailing wounded soldiers. The soldiers who were still standing were looking at Pang Yu.
"Where is Zhuang Chaozheng?"
A voice behind him said, "I've seen you, sir."
Pang Yu turned around and saw that Zhuang Chaozheng's face was covered in blood, and there were six or seven arrows stuck in his chainmail, but he seemed uninjured.
"It's okay, just lead your troops to stay here."
Zhuang Chaozheng was about to speak, but Pang Yu waved his hand, "Those who sent the wounded soldiers are coming back. You are here to take care of them and take care of the wounded."
Pang Yu patted him on the shoulder. The third team was usually not a good team and he didn't pay much attention to it, but today Zhuang Chaozheng and the seventh game gave him a different and deep impression.
Originally, the reserve team in the eighth round was supposed to be used to expand the victory, but leading them back to the ferry was not in the interests of the operation, but he still did it.
Pang Yu turned the horse's head, and Zhuang Chao was behind him and said, "Where else are you going, sir?"
"Chasing the bandits."
……"grandfather!"
In the already messy camp, the little kid was shouting and controlling his mount. The cries around him completely covered up his shouts, and even he himself couldn't hear clearly.
Countless servants and family members were running around in random directions, with no way out.
There was the sound of rumbling hooves behind them, and the Liao cavalry followed closely not far away, driving the defeated soldiers to run. The little boy had been fighting for several years, and he knew that the officers and soldiers were consuming the infantry's physical strength.
When they are exhausted from running, they will go on a killing spree, and the infantry will not even have the strength to resist.
Big defeats have been encountered many times, but never before with two hundred thousand people together like this.
The camp was in chaos. There were running crowds everywhere. Many people were grabbing things on the ground. Some people were running westward with their luggage. Not far away was a big flag. Liu Wenxiu under the flag was leading a group of horse soldiers. He
While shouting something to the others, the horsemen formed a group and chopped down and drove away the servants who came over to prevent them from breaking up the formation.
Some family members from the old camp came out. Many of these people also had horses and mules. Some of the horses and mules had two or three people on them, and some of the horses and mules carried various soft things, all of which were light and valuable.
The old camp of rogue bandits has rich experience in defeats in many years of fighting. They organized their supplies last night. At this time, they only brought the most important ones. They will soon pack up and start a crazy escape.
According to past experience, the cavalry soldiers will give up all support, and it is important to escape first. The infantry behind will block the road, and the official cavalry cannot catch up.
It was the first time for the little boy to come to Chuzhou. If he didn't follow Liu Wenxiu, he wouldn't even know which direction to go, so he kept paying attention to Liu Wenxiu's banner from the corner of his eye, which he must follow.
With heads surging everywhere in front of him, the little boy became irritated and drove the horse for a few steps, knocking down several servants in front of him. When the horse stopped, the little boy stood up in the stirrups and looked for the old man.
Where to find it in the chaos, a horn sounded from Liu Wenxiu's side, and the little boy knew that the old camp was packed up and was about to retreat.
He was anxious. The place where he parked was the place where he slept yesterday, but the old man ran away without knowing where he was.
While he was watching, his waist suddenly tightened, and a strong force pulled him to the left. The little boy subconsciously grabbed the saddle, tilted his body to the left, and turned his head back in panic, only to see a middle-aged man.
Yang Zheng dragged his belt tightly, looking extremely vicious.
He shouted, "Third brother, get on your horse and go!"
The kid wasn't as strong as him, and he couldn't use his legs while he was leaning on the horse. A man on the right tried to break his hand. Needless to say, it was the third child. The kid knew that he was here to rob the horse. At this moment, he lost his strength.
The horse was facing a dead end. He lay on the horse's back and grabbed the saddle with all his strength without letting go. The three of them fought on the spot, and the horse whinnied and spun.
The middle-aged servant howled loudly, freed up his hand to hit the little kid on the waist. Two or three punches made the little kid unbearable pain. The third child over there was shaking his hands with more and more strength, and so on.
In a few moments, the two of them would take the horse away.
The little kid gritted his teeth and let go. The middle-aged man lost his resistance and fell backwards, dragging the little kid with him to fall. Before he fell to the ground, the little kid quickly stretched out his left hand and grabbed the drooping horse.
Reining the horse, the horse deflected to this side, and the horse's hoof almost stepped on the little kid.
The middle-aged servant thought he had succeeded in seizing the horse, so he hugged the little boy's waist and shouted, "Second brother, hurry up, our incense is pointing at..." As he spoke, a figure got on the horse from the right.
The reins of the horse were still being held by the little boy's left hand, and the old man could not move the horse. Before he could figure it out, the little boy had already pulled out the waist knife with his right hand and stabbed him in the lower back.
The third child screamed loudly and fell to the right. The middle-aged servant let out a cry of despair, let go of the little boy, walked around the horse, and threw himself on the third child, crying loudly.
The little kid gasped for breath, stood up in a panic, raised the knife outward and turned half a circle, forcing back several other people who heard the sound and came to seize the horse.
After a while, he regained his composure, looped the reins around his hands twice, stepped on the stirrups and was about to mount the horse, when he heard the middle-aged servant over there still crying, the little boy put his feet down and led the horse around.
come over.
At this time, it was clear that the third child was a half-grown boy, who had not yet expired. His face was pale and trembling, and his eyes were staring blankly at the sky. The middle-aged servant turned his back to the little baby, holding the third child and crying.
Behind him, the horses of the Liao army were approaching, Liu Wenxiu's red flag waved, and there was a whirling sound, indicating that the old camp was about to leave.
The little kid paused for a moment, and suddenly stabbed the middle-aged servant's back with a knife. Blood spurted out from the gap between the back of the knife and the wound. The little kid whipped out the knife, and the servant groaned a few times.
He made no sound, his body did not fall down, and his upper body was half pressed on Lao San's body.
The little boy took a cold look, turned around and got on his horse, wandering around in place. There was no sign of the old man in the chaotic camp. The old camp had already begun to flee, Liu Wenxiu's banner was also disappearing, and the pursuing Liao army appeared in the distance.
Around the camp.
The little boy finally hit the horse's butt, and the horse raised its hooves, knocking over several servants who were blocking the road, and chased towards Liu Wenxiu's banner.