Once bitten by a snake, you will be afraid of well ropes for ten years.
Once the seeds of fear are planted in your heart, they will be infinitely amplified in your subconscious before you know it, and will quickly grow into a towering tree.
And how many people are as strong as Murong Ding, with a sharp eye, who can see through the essence at a glance?
Ninety-nine percent of people are just like Murong Qinggu.
In just half a day, this was the third time he saw thunder.
Each time I see it more clearly, and each time I am more frightened...
When the thunder exploded just now, although it was four or five feet away from him, it exploded above the heads of a group of cavalry. Murong Qinggu could see it clearly.
The moment the fire exploded, it was like a strong wind blowing through the waves of wheat. The nearby cavalry raised their heads and fell. I don't know what it was, but it looked like sharp blades, densely nailed on the face and body, and blood kept spraying out...
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Is this what Father Khan said, just a bigger fireball?
What’s even more terrifying is that God knows how many more times Li Chengzhi will come. Will he be so lucky and escape death every time?
Infinite fear spread in Murong Qinggu's heart, drilling into every pore on his body.
He pulled the horse's reins and stabbed the horse's butt hard...
The guard beside him stiffened suddenly.
The prince ran away...
The prince actually ran away?
The slightest bit of morale that Murong Ding finally aroused collapsed completely in the blink of an eye. Nearly two thousand horsemen were crying, shouting, beating their horses crazily, following Murong Qinggu, and rushed towards the central formation.
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The army was defeated like a mountain...
The lieutenant's scalp was numb with shock.
He thought that the remaining troops would collapse, but he didn't expect that they would collapse so quickly?
I'm afraid even Murong Ding didn't expect it.
But who would have thought that Murong Qinggu didn't even see Li Chengzhi's flag clearly when he took Li Chengzhi's head, just like a mouse that saw a tiger and ran away in fear?
If he didn't escape... no, if the scourge of Murong Qinggu was not there, even if the two thousand remnants were frightened by the thunder, even if they knew they would die, in order to prevent their wives, children, and children, future generations would be bullied and worse than livestock.
The slave will also squeeze out the last bit of courage to block the momentum of the white knight as much as possible.
But Murong Qinggu just ran away before fighting, and actually led his troops to charge towards his own center?
How is this different from rebelling against the enemy before the battle?
Even if there are ten lives, it is not enough for King Zuo Khan and the Great Khan to kill him.
If even Xiangwei was defeated by Murong Qinggu, what would be the fate of Murong Qinggu, he would also be the same fate...
The deputy general gritted his teeth fiercely and shouted sternly: "Retreat from the center, quickly, quickly... Give orders to the remaining troops, those who collapse before the battle will be killed without mercy, kill the three tribes... shoot arrows... shoot arrows for me..." In an instant, the roar was like thunder and the arrows were like rain of locusts.
"Swish swish...chichichichi..."
The sound of arrows piercing flesh, mixed with shrill shouts, seemed to be a life-threatening movement.
Compared with the fear of thunder, the severe pain of the arrow hitting the body is more direct...
Regardless of people, Ma made the choice first.
The horse hit by the arrow either stopped or tried to turn.
But the ones behind are still rushing forward, how can they stop?
It was as if two mountains collided fiercely. The man fell off his horse and the horse fell to the ground. The momentum behind him continued unabated, and the horse's hoof stepped on it accurately...
Murong Qinggu felt cold all over his body, but he was sweating profusely.
How could Xiang Wei dare to shoot arrows at him without the order from his father Khan?
Murong Ding, I am your eldest son...
In an instant, Murong Qinggu lost all hope and felt that the whole world had betrayed him. No matter how much the arrow hit the fish scale armor and horse armor, the iron armor clanged loudly.
"Murong Qinggu, how dare you lead your troops to attack the central formation?"
Hearing Xiang Wei's fierce roar, Murong Qinggu woke up from a dream.
You only care about escaping for your life, but you commit a capital crime?
It’s over...
Is it more than just that the position of the crown prince is not guaranteed?
Ten heads are not enough to chop off...
"Murong Qinggu, rush back..."
Nearly a hundred Xiang guards roared again, "Li Chengzhi only has 200 riders... I took his head off his neck and let it be forgotten..."
Let bygones be bygones?
Yes, I still have a chance...
Under extreme fear, as if he was blessed, he unexpectedly realized: As long as thunder did not hit his head that day, he might not die...
Murong Qinggu gritted his teeth and turned the horse's head: "My sons, follow me and rush back...Li Chengzhi, take your life..."
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Li Chengzhi was so angry that his teeth were almost broken.
I've heard of forcing prisoners, refugees, and even soldiers to serve as cannon fodder, but I never thought that a father would force his son to become cannon fodder?
And he is also the eldest son?
Murong Ding is more than shameless?
Hard words are not enough to describe...
It is truly worthy of the fine tradition of the Murong family: killing a close relative is more ruthless than killing an enemy?
Li Chengzhi also basically guessed Murong Ding's plan: it was just that he was not sure how powerful this thunder was, or he had guessed that this thunder could not be caused by himself, and wanted to force himself to do it.
Spend it on these cannon fodder in advance.
Even if he thought about it, Murong Ding would be able to see through it with just his brain: If the thunder in the sky really could be lured at will, and as many as he wanted, how would he, Li Chengzhi, have the time to escape?
Without any hesitation, Li Chengzhi took off the second grenade, lit it, and threw it in a round shape.
I don’t know whether to say that Murong Qinggu was very lucky or just unlucky. The last grenade exploded not far from him.
What's even more coincidental is that a piece of shrapnel penetrated directly into the eye of the war horse.
Under the severe pain, the war horse was aroused with ferocity. Instead of slowing down, it rushed faster. Even though Murong Qinggu used all his strength to suck the milk, the horse's head didn't even turn.
Seeing how brave the prince is, the defeated soldiers who were originally despondent were actually aroused to have some bloodiness.
Even if someone is killed here by a thunderstorm, at least his family will not be harmed...
Where there is the first, there will be the second. More and more broken troops behind Murong Qing rushed towards Bai Qi in a mighty manner.
"All ministries stop retreating!"
The lieutenant gave the order urgently, and then breathed a sigh of relief: Fortunately, he was decisive and did not mess up the position...
He pondered for a moment, then shouted to the left and right: "Xubu, seeing that the prince seems to be weak, he led his troops to meet the enemy... He scolded, led his troops to retreat two miles, and formed a long formation to prevent Li Chengzhi from dividing his troops to break through...
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The generals on the left and right led their troops and deployed their troops. The deputy general raised his head and observed the white knight who was getting closer and closer.
The distance between Bai Qi and Murong Qinggu is no longer less than a hundred feet.
Originally it was not that far, but after two "sky thunders", Murong Qinggu only retreated a mile?
Even the forced Xiang Wei had to retreat to avoid being overwhelmed by the rout.
Close...close...
The lieutenant stared closely into the distance, guessing how long Murong Qinggu could last, and whether Li Chengzhi would trigger... um... thunder from the sky again?
If you only listen to the momentum, it really has the power of thunder.
Fortunately, King Zuo Khan had the foresight to send the remaining troops to test first, so that Xiangwei had sufficient psychological preparation...
Just as he was thinking about it, the deputy general narrowed his eyes.
There seems to be something wrong with Bai Qi?
"Look carefully, what's on Bai Qi's prepared horse?" the deputy general asked the subordinates beside him anxiously.
What?
The subordinate stepped on his feet, stood up straight, stretched his neck and looked around: "It seems to be a felt tent, a water bag, fodder... Well, the ponytail seems to be shining?"
The lieutenant's heart skipped a beat: He had indeed seen it right, and the ponytail was indeed reflecting light?
If it is because of the armor, the horse is clearly not armored, and only the tail is reflective.
It’s even less likely to be sweat, otherwise the horse’s whole body would be shiny.
Where else could that light come from?
Taking a closer look, the lieutenant was startled again: It was midsummer at this time, and the fields were covered with green grass. It was understandable to prepare some beans, but why did the war horses carry hay on their backs?
Just as he was suspicious, Bai Qi actually made some movement again.
As expected, Li Chengzhi divided his troops, one of them faced Murong Qinggu, and the rest turned slightly and headed south.
Fortunately, I had the foresight to make arrangements... huh?
There was smoke coming out of the horse... No, it was on fire...
The lieutenant was horrified, his eyes twitching wildly.
Li Chengzhi didn't divide his troops, he just divided his horses...
What’s even weirder is that the horse actually caught fire?
What a thief, he really deserves his reputation, how could he come up with such a strange plan?
Not to mention that Murong Qinggu had been frightened out of his wits several times, even if his fighting spirit was overwhelming, he would definitely be defeated this time.
When he is defeated, he will definitely rush straight into the center of the formation just like before.
This time it is no longer a threat, nor can it be shot back with an arrow.
Those horses are burning with fire, let alone arrows, even if there is a mountain of knives in front of them, they can still charge straight...
The lieutenant general felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, his whole body was chilled, and he roared with all his strength: "Change the formation...turn, south...south...fast, quick, quick..."
His subordinates are all people who have experienced battles for a long time. Seeing this situation, how could they not know that the situation is critical?
There were shouts and shouts from everywhere, anxious and panicked. Each team of cavalry rushed their horses hard, for fear of being affected...
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How afraid of death is Li Chengzhi?
Think about the time when he first came here, he was afraid of being found out, and desperately wanted to escape from Lijiapu...
And today, at this time, he is in a dangerous situation that he has never experienced in his two lifetimes combined.
Li Chengzhi naturally had to rack his brains to find a way to escape.
Although they are often performed in later movies and TV dramas, in real history, there are not many records of the application of tactics such as "Fire Bull Formation" and "Fire Horse Formation".
It was more like unlucky events. Li Chengzhi was traveling through the Southern and Northern Dynasties, which was just halfway through the historical process. If he didn't have a chance to inspire him, he might not be able to remember it for a while.
Fortunately, although there are few examples of wars, they happened to occur before the Southern and Northern Dynasties.
Li Chengzhi, who basically read history books as military books, remembered one of the passages in his heart when he saw "The Book of the Later Han Dynasty: Biography of Yang Xuan":
Xuan was appointed as the prefect of Lingling, and cunning thieves gathered together. There were many thieves, but Xuan was weak...
Therefore, Li Chengzhi almost admired himself to death: Fortunately, he was afraid of death, otherwise he would have been lying flat, how could he be so studious?
Not only were the fabrics ready-made, they were also extremely flammable: Among the goods sent by Yuwen Yuanqing, there were nearly a hundred pieces of silk, which was enough to make outfits for five hundred horses, not to mention just the ponytails.
Before starting, the war cavalry is centered, and the prepared horses are placed on both sides, and then the front and rear are connected with ropes. After igniting the fire, each rider only needs to throw away the reins of the prepared horses, and the fire horses will leave the formation, and under the leadership of the leading horse, they will move in an orderly manner.
They all rushed forward...
This time, Li Chengzhi only used half of the prepared horses, leaving half for emergencies.
The original three-row arrow array now became two rows...
PS: I passed the festival in advance, but accidentally it was too late...
Ahem... Well, I also wish all my brothers and sisters a happy holiday, just like the author, who is young and handsome, and looks as good as the protagonist, he will always be seventeen!!!
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