Just after noon, the scouts reported that hundreds of soldiers appeared in front, dragging the people towards the formation. Zhang Xiaowu had no intention of stopping the people from escaping south, but the army that appeared out of thin air forced Zhang Xiaowu to be cautious. Was it an army deserter or a foreign dog barbarian sneaking in in disguise?
Among the common people, perhaps they, Qiao Zhuang, entered Lianglang Pass for the Han army and tried to conquer Lianglang Pass.
Thinking of this, Zhang Xiaowu immediately shouted for the formation of wild goose feathers to prepare for outflanking. The three hundred cavalry immediately lined up in a "human" formation, with the two wings protruding forward. They were Xiao Kai and Zu Gongmao. In the formation, Zhang Xiaowu personally sat in the center. Sgt.
They raised their spears and spears in their right hands and held their long swords upside down in their left hands. They shouted in unison: "Holy Han! Ten thousand years!"
Then, the cavalry on both wings quickened their pace, and the formation gradually opened up. The cavalry officers of the Death Soldier Battalion shouted again: "Holy Han! Ten thousand years!"
The common people and soldiers running in front were frightened by the roar and squatted on the ground. Some even knelt on the ground, dropped their weapons and raised their hands to surrender. Some soldiers stood up and shouted: "Our own people, our own people, are our own people."
One of our own!"
"We are the first group."
"Brothers, we are all our own people."
"Don't do anything, I'm from Huizhou, are there any fellows from Huizhou?"
"I'm from Yongzhou."
"I'm from Sizhou."
When the common people saw the cavalry in front of them, they crowded together in fear, trembling and kowtowing to beg for mercy. The defeated soldiers had already knelt on the ground obediently and shouted: "Don't fight, we won't resist, and we have no fighting spirit at all."
Zhang Xiaowu heard the sound and looked carefully. He raised his hand and ordered the dead soldiers to stop and wait for the battle. The soldiers took the order and reined in the horses to stop advancing.
Wang Yijin rushed forward and saw a man wearing a captain's uniform. He looked like an officer, so he took him to the death camp.
Zhang Xiaowu sat on the black tiger, reined in his horse and looked down. The officer in front of him was disheveled and disheveled, but judging from his armor, he turned out to be a captain. The wound on his back was still ulcerated, and he looked at Zhang Xiaowu breathlessly.
After a long time, he calmed down and said dejectedly: "You are - colonel, right? There are not many lieutenants and colonels in the army, what can you teach me?"
Zhang Xiaowu asked: "Who are you? Why are you here?"
The man said: "Commander of the Second Regiment's Third Regiment, Pei Xiang."
It turned out to be a member of the second regiment. The second regiment was far away in the Yashan camp, and the troops defending the prince actually came to Lianglang Pass? Zhang Xiaowu endured the shock in his heart and asked carefully: "Since Captain Pei is
Sergeant of the Second Regiment, why are you leading the troops here? Could it be that they are deserters?"
Pei Xiang looked at the group of soldiers behind him who were in rags and had no morale, and said in despair: "These people... are not my soldiers. My soldiers are all dead."
"All dead?"
Pei Xiang swallowed dryly and said without tears: "We are defeated, defeated! The Yashan Camp is broken! The Qinglong Army is finished..."
"The Blue Dragon Army is finished?!"
The soldiers' eyes widened. Perhaps the word-of-mouth rumors could be understood as rumors. After all, most people have a herd mentality and don't even distinguish between right and wrong. But the group of defeated soldiers in front of them are really the soldiers of the Holy Han Dynasty.
They were also in such a defeated state, it seemed that the defeat in Yashan was almost inevitable.
Zhang Xiaowu couldn't bear the uneasiness in his heart and continued to question: "You said you are from Yashan? Did you walk back? It takes half a month to travel from Yashan to Mucheng. Could it be that Yashan was conquered half a month ago?
How come we don’t hear about the defeat?”
Pei Xiang said helplessly: "Colonel, the Yashan camp was destroyed too quickly. I only saw hundreds of thousands of dog barbarians rushing into the Yashan camp, and I had to escape with the others. Specifically,
How to defeat I don't know.
Later, I met another marching secretary who had escaped and said that probably the Inu Yi soldiers had not waited for the Jialan River to dry up, so they sent their army around to the back of Yashan. Hundreds of thousands of Inu Yi people attacked Yashan, and the Yashan camp was immediately destroyed. I
The second regiment was stationed at
On the east side of Yashan, we were able to organize resistance when we encountered an enemy attack, but the moon was dark and the wind was high, so everyone was disrupted while fighting. I and others penetrated the Inuyi and found that we were behind the Inuyi. Because some people took the opportunity to escape,
I was also trapped in it. Later, the dog barbarians sent troops to pursue them, so we fled all the way to Mucheng. Later, we saw someone gathering the defeated army in Mucheng, and saw the people fleeing, so we followed the people.
Escaped."
Zhang Xiaowu asked: "How many barbarians are chasing you?"
Pei Xiang's face turned red and he said, "I can't see clearly."
Zhang Xiaowu asked again: "Is it cavalry or infantry?"
Pei Xiang said: "They all are."
Zhang Xiaowu sneered, knowing that this person was scared out of his wits and had no courage to even look back, so he waved to let them pass.
There was an opening in the Wild Goose Feather Formation of the Death Soldier Battalion. The defeated soldiers and the common people walked through this opening. They did not even have the courage to raise their heads and look at their comrade Pao Ze. The general of the Death Soldier Battalion was not a kind person, and he naturally had a sharp mouth.
The advantageous ones took the opportunity to ridicule them. The defeated soldiers did not have the courage to turn around and resist, so they could only lower their heads and endure the insults silently. Perhaps they were scolding these people to die early, but no one looked back.
"These people are no longer soldiers." Zhang Xiaowu sighed.
"Sir, they are all gone." Xiao Kai said.
Zhang Xiaowu smiled helplessly and suddenly said: "Put up the flag of the Death Soldier Battalion. They will lose the honor of the soldiers. We can't."
"Here."
The military flag of the Death Soldier Battalion is a large flag with the word "yellow" embroidered in yellow on a red background. After all, the commander of the Death Soldier Battalion is Huang Sheng, not Zhang Xiaowu. Although the soldiers feel that this military flag is a bit awkward, Guancheng is a little unhappy.
He muttered: "We only know Mr. Zhang in the Death Soldier Camp, who knows
There is Mr. Huang, who is this Mr. Huang? I changed the flag early, so as not to lose morale after seeing Mr. Huang's calligraphy." Everyone laughed but there was nothing they could do. After all, the military regulations of the Holy Han Dynasty were that all the camp flags were yellow.
The name on the big flag with a red background is the surname of the battalion commander, so everyone got used to it.
As they continued to move forward, the temperature gradually increased, and the soldiers did not care about deserting for the time being.
In the hearts of everyone, the Holy Han has always been invincible and a source of pride. The myth of the Holy Han's invincibility is deeply rooted in everyone's heart. A few defeats cannot shake everyone. An hour later, the Death Soldier Battalion suddenly appeared in the distance.
A dense crowd of black people appeared on the horizon. Everyone stared with wide eyes as the black color at the far end grew larger and larger, like a black flood rolling toward them.
"Is it——the Dog Yi army?" Xiao Kai asked in surprise.
Zu Gongmao pulled out his sword and said, "Sir, what should I do?"
Zhang Xiaowu said: "Wait! Chen Guanxi, bring five scouts forward to investigate. If you are a dog barbarian, return immediately."
"Here."
Chen Guanxi rode forward with his scouts, while the dead soldiers' camp continued to wait. Soon after, a scout returned and reported that the people in front were not dog barbarians, but the Sixth Regiment and the people of Mucheng, totaling tens of thousands of people, coming south.
Getting closer, Zhang Xiaowu and others could see clearly, thousands of people with their families and soldiers fleeing in panic. In the distance, the army flag that they saw closer was indeed "Cheng" of the Sixth Regiment.