Chapter three hundred and eighty killing white armor
Raising his head, Dou Tong looked at the sky. It was a large gray area, and the dark clouds coming from all directions were far from receding.
Exhaling a breath, Dou Tong withdrew his gaze and glanced back again. Forty miles away, the direction of his lord was already getting further and further away.
"Report——"
Several mounted scouts suddenly galloped back, their horses' hooves stepping on the official road, splashing up bursts of wet mud.
"King, twenty miles ahead, the white-armored army is running."
Dou Tong's expression remained unchanged. This time, he followed Xu Mu's wishes and intercepted and repulsed the White Armored Army. Then, he detoured back to the south and attacked 40,000 tiger barbarians from both sides.
It seems like a difficult task, but as long as Bai Ren's White Armor Army is defeated, everything can be easily solved.
Dou Tong thought that with him bringing an army of 30,000 people, Xu Mu would definitely send someone to oversee the army.
But no.
Dou Tong only felt an unspeakable heroic spirit in his chest, which was constantly surging, as if it was about to burst out of his chest.
The lord trusted him, and his soldiers served him to the death. And if he, the leading general, was defeated, how could he have the face to return to southern Sichuan?
"King, there is still some time, otherwise we can set up a battle formation to intercept the enemy."
Dou Tong calmly shook his head, "Time is running out, and the Lord's side is facing 40,000 tiger barbarians. It will definitely be a tough battle, so we should fight to a quick conclusion."
"Wang, are you going to fight a skirmish? Bai Ren's White Armored Army is the elite division of the thirteen counties of Shuzhou."
"Have no fear." Dou Tong turned around and looked at the 30,000 troops behind him. Among them, there were more than 10,000 Shunan soldiers. Every Shunan soldier had a look of perseverance on his face.
After many years of fighting and conquest, these people have never set foot in the middle of Sichuan. They have never seen the Kingdom of Tianfu in the nine counties of Sichuan, Bailiyuguan, the yellow rice fields, and the plump rice fish in the fields.
What we see most in southern Sichuan are bitter herbs with thorns and the sounds of hungry wives and children.
"Ahead, ahead are the nine counties of Sichuan!" Dou Tong gritted his teeth, "What we wish for, what the 70,000 households in southern Sichuan wish for, is to have food in our bellies and clothes on our bodies."
If Xu Mu hadn't delivered the weapons and armor, it would have been estimated that the more than 10,000 Shunan army didn't even have any standard, and was completely a mud-legged army.
Southern Shu is poor, but middle Shu is rich. Southern Shu kills people, but middle Shu cannibalizes people.
Not only Shunan, but also the new army that joined later cruelly confirmed everything.
"Ladies and gentlemen, raise your weapons!"
"May the long sword be directed towards bringing peace to the people of the thirteen counties in Sichuan!"
"Dou Tong, King of Southern Shu, pays homage to you all and goes with me."
"Let's go together!"
"The 20,000 white-armored troops ahead are the stumbling blocks for us. If anyone dies, let's drink a glass of guillotine wine together on the road to hell."
"march!"
"march--"
The 30,000-strong army, roaring to the sky, followed Dou Tong and began to move forward hastily.
The rain in the sky is far from stopping.
On the march, Bai Ren, who was riding a white horse, frowned. The continuous rain made his white armor become a little dirty.
A war is a war, but as one of the four generals in Shu, how can he steal the limelight?
"My father Bai Lin once told me that as a general, you should have some dignity." Bai Ren sighed, "If I win the battle, I will be wet and dirty. How can I ask for favors from God."
"General Bai, there are enemy troops less than twenty miles ahead." A cavalry general hurriedly clapped his horse back with a solemn expression on his face.
"Xu Jiajun?"
"I know Dou Tong, the king of southern Shu, and he should be from his own army in southern Shu."
"Shunnan Army? Those mud-legged guys? How many people are there?"
"The final general can only observe visually from a distance. There should be twenty to thirty thousand."
Bai Ren's mouth curled up.
"General Bai, don't underestimate the enemy."
"That's not true." Bai Ren smiled, "Since I am familiar with the art of war, I know the principle of not being arrogant in victory and not being discouraged in defeat."
"However, I am a little curious. How dare Dou Tong act like this? Does he want to fight an encounter? A quick victory?"
"General, that's what it is."
Bai Ren raised his head, and his handsome face slowly turned ferocious, "There is a saying in the art of war: if you are invincible, you must defend. If you are victorious, you must attack."
"My white-armored army is the elite of Shuzhou. This leader of the Southern Barbarians doesn't know how to avoid white-armored soldiers, and he is just a mediocre person."
"Transmit my military order, the big shield battalion is in the first place, the crossbowmen are in the rear, form the crane wing formation, both offensive and defensive! As soon as the Shunan barbarians approach, they will shoot them immediately."
It's almost dusk.
On rainy days in Sichuan, due to the topography, water accumulated more and more, soaking less than half of the horseshoe.
The crane wing formations have been lined up and are ready to stand by.
Bai Ren sneered and looked into the distance.
There is only one official road, and since we are in an encounter, we have to come over eventually.
Bai Ren was so confident that he only thought that in two hours at most, he would be able to completely wipe out this group of Shunan troops rushing over.
"General, here we come." General Youpi spoke in a steady voice, then drew his sword and pointed forward, "White-armored army, raise the crossbows!"
In the rain, one by one, the white-armored military crossbowmen raised their crossbows.
Ahead, there was nothing but dark shadows. The curtain of rain was blurry, and it was almost dusk, and it was impossible to light the tung oil torch.
"I don't know whether to live or die, shoot them to death!" Bai Ren stretched out his hand and pointed angrily.
Upon hearing Bai Ren's order, five thousand white-armored army crossbowmen fired their crossbow bolts at once.
"General, he didn't fall much." General Pi only took a rough look and spoke immediately.
"Shoot again! These Nanbarbarians must be wearing thick armor."
Another round of crossbow bolts roared through the rain curtain and shot forward.
"General Bai, something is wrong. These Sichuan troops should be getting closer and closer with their shields raised. If not, immediately break up the formation, change their swords and shields, and charge."
Bai Ren frowned, and as General Pi said, through the blurry rain curtain, there was indeed something wrong with the Shunan people in front of him.
"As the art of war goes, if the enemy's strength is not exposed, do not advance lightly."
"General, if you don't disperse and are surrounded by enemy troops, it will be a disaster." General Pi looked anxious.
"Do you know the art of war, or do I know the art of war?" Bai Ren said with a cold face, "My father also said that in an encounter, the crane wing formation with both offense and defense should be used as a weapon to defeat the enemy. If the formation breaks up, I'm afraid
There will be endless troubles!”
General Pi trembled and had no choice but to remain silent.
"Pass this general's order and stabilize your formation——"
In the rain curtain, the dark figures in front were getting closer and closer. When Bai Ren raised his head to see clearly, he was stunned on the spot.
What kind of black army is this? It is clear that wooden wall panels, one after another, are at the forefront.
It seems that many wooden houses along the way have been demolished. At this time, the wooden wall panels are still covered with iron crossbow arrows.
"General, please disperse immediately and change your sword and shield to face the enemy!" The general beside him hurriedly knelt on the ground and begged for orders.
"The Art of War has something to say——"
call out.
The first feathered arrow burst out from the opposite side and passed by Bai Ren's dragon-patterned helmet, making a crisp "clang" sound.
In the rain ahead, behind the wooden wall panels, groups of Sichuan soldiers appeared in groups. After approaching the enemy's formation, they suddenly split their wings and rushed out.
Dou Tong, who was on the left wing, roared and raised his sword, pointing at the white-armored troops arrayed in front.