The river valley is very wide and flat. But the opposite is true on the cliff bank. One ditch after another, one beam after another, which is rugged and extremely difficult to pass.
Therefore, Dou Ling never thought that there would be an ambush by the Han army on both sides of the Taiwan Strait, and he would not be afraid even if there were.
Because the river valley is very wide, a hundred feet long, it is difficult for ordinary bows and arrows to shoot fifty feet. And city crossbows, chariot crossbows, etc. cannot be carried to such a place at all.
Therefore, as long as the troops are stationed in the middle of the river valley, the enemy troops on the shore can only watch.
But he never imagined that there would be a weapon like "thunder" in this world?
A pig iron pot as big as a human head rolled down the cliff. The wire was wrapped around the pot, and it burned quickly.
By the time the jar rolled down to the bottom of the valley and reached the foot of Hu Zu at the foot of the east cliff, not much of the lead wire was left.
How come something is still sparking?
Hu Zu, who was stepping forward and back, pressing his shoulder tightly against the back of his comrade in the front row, subconsciously explored it, only to see the sparks disappear in a flash, as if they had got into the jar.
He was about to kick, but as soon as he moved his toes, his eyes suddenly lit up, his body became light, and he felt as if he was flying.
I was clearly looking at the ground just now, but why did I see the sky and clouds in a blink of an eye?
He didn't even feel the pain, and didn't even have time to hear the deafening explosion. Hu Zu completely lost consciousness.
One thunderbolt after another was rolled down the cliff and into the valley bottom. Each one exploded, like blowing on a dandelion's hair ball, first spinning, and then flying away violently...
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There were fireballs soaring into the sky, bloody arrows spraying, severed limbs flying around, and shrill roars everywhere.
Qixi had fought many battles with Dou Ling, and had seen many battlefields and many dead people of all kinds. But it had never been as bloody and shocking as today.
With every explosion, more than a dozen clan soldiers would fall to the ground, clouds of blood mist exploded, and pieces of minced meat flew around, smearing on the bodies and faces of the companions who were still standing.
The strange thing is that until this moment, there was no shadow of the enemy?
This is not war, this is sorcery...
Suddenly someone collapsed.
A soldier stared at an eyeball hanging on his breastplate, howled loudly, and slapped the flesh and blood on his body with both hands. He turned around and rushed back like a madman.
There is a devil here...
Otherwise, why would such a good person suddenly explode into pieces?
Leave here and run far away...
Hu Zu only had this thought in his mind.
Where there is the first, there will be the second. No one can care whether the fire horse will rush over or whether the Han army will rush over.
The barbarians near the east bank of the river valley were like a swarm of swarms of swarms after a broken embankment.
Some headed east, climbing up the cliff on the shore, some heading west, using all their strength to squeeze against their companions. Most of them followed the small slope of the cliff, either heading south or north,
Running hard.
At this time, the soldiers in the front row against the horse wall and the west wing did not know what was happening in the east wing.
I just heard one explosion after another, and heart-rending screams.
The army was defeated like a mountain!
More and more barbarians were escaping from the east cliff, and there were fewer and fewer obstacles. The iron cans naturally rolled further and further away, gradually spreading toward the center of the valley. The soldiers in the back row finally knew what had happened to their previous comrades. The scene of running away kept repeating itself, just like a sand embankment being overflowed by water, and the pawns in the valley were escaping at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Finally, it collapsed...
The front line laid by the Hu soldiers became thinner and thinner, and eventually it was completely broken like a piece of paper.
The fire horses all over the valley were like a blood tide with no end in sight, breaking through the last barrier of the Hu soldiers, carrying two thousand Hu horses with them, and rushed southward like no other.
A person only has two legs, and no matter how fast he is, he can't outrun a horse.
The Hu soldiers who had just collapsed were like weak saplings that were knocked away by horses, knocked down, and trampled under their hooves.
Although he had anticipated the result, Li Liang still high-fived his hands excitedly: "The overall situation has been decided!"
A big head came over, looked at the chaotic valley, and asked suspiciously: "Brother, why don't you explode from front to back? Wouldn't it collapse faster?"
Li Liang glared at Li Zhang angrily, and almost blurted out an idiotic sentence: "Do you think your father is too relaxed, or do you think he has lived enough?"
Li Xian was horrified: In the excitement, he forgot that if he exploded from front to back, it would frighten the fire horse and make it recoil northward?
"Fire the cannon three times to summon Mr. Lang..."
Li Xian shrank his head angrily and hurriedly ordered the artillery to send a message to Li Chengzhi.
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Fire horse formation?
Dou Ling's face was black and blue, and his teeth were gritting loudly.
He never imagined that this kind of fighting method that only existed in legends would one day be encountered by him?
No matter for the Han Dynasty in the Central Plains or for the Hu tribe, and no matter when, horses are more precious than people.
No party is extravagant enough to use fire and horses for formation, but would rather use human lives to fill it.
Why can the Han army be willing to give up?
Thinking of the twelve tribes that were defeated by the Han army, and the city of Touman that was captured by the Han army, Dou Ling's eyes turned black.
How many more than 100,000 war horses were captured by the Han army?
This is the right time!
As for geography...
When he first entered the pass a few days ago, he had already thought: If Gaoque Pass was lost, Jinhao Valley would be a dead end. Why did he lose his mind just now and insist on sending Qixi and Ermianshun Valley to attack?
Just because he didn't believe that the Han army would have such a thing as "thunder", he took the last chance.
I regret that I shouldn’t have listened to Ye Gu’s words...
Dou Ling felt pain in his heart like needles pricking his heart, and shouted sternly: "Shu Li, urgently order Wuluohou and Afu Gan to assemble their troops in one place, attack westward, and rendezvous with Yuchi as soon as possible. I inform all my guards to follow me.
Out of town..."
Is this...an escape?
Shuli responded urgently, and was about to pass on the order when he suddenly felt a tremor under his feet, which continued continuously.
There was a muffled sound in his ears, which was the same as the order of the Han army when the whole army attacked. Shuli was shocked and confused: It was just a drum sound, why could the ground tremble with it?
"You haven't given the order yet?"
Suddenly, Dou Ling heard a sharp roar, the sound was as sharp as two steel knives intersecting and then swiping at each other. Shuli jumped up and ran away.
Dou Ling held the city head, his whole body shaking non-stop. His eyes were as wide as a bull's eye, but his pupils were as narrow as the tips of needles, as if he had seen something extremely frightening.
He stood very high, so he could see very far: every time a fire light came on, there would be an explosion, and then you would clearly feel the shaking from the tower under your feet.
It's like a stone smashed into mud. Every time a fireball emerges, a big hole will appear in the formation. Bodies, stumps, and blood are flying everywhere like big and small mud spots.<
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It's like this every time, exactly the same...
The fireballs shot up faster and faster, and the shaking under their feet became more and more frequent. The smoke and dust in the river valley became thicker and thicker, blocking Dou Ling's sight.
But in the interval between explosions and explosions, the screams became louder and louder, passing through the river valley and hitting both sides of the cliff and Guancheng, stirring up a "crash" sound, which was like thunder from the sky.
After the sound, the echo lingers between heaven and earth.
Thunder?
Is it really thunder?
Why is such a divine creature controlled by mortals?
In the midst of surprise, a bright light suddenly burst out of the smoke. At first, Dou Ling thought that the "thunder" was closer. But when successive fires came into view, Dou Ling's eyes opened so fast that his eye sockets actually burst.
Horse, fire horse...
Qixi and Ermian were defeated!
But how long has it been since Qixi sent the urgent order?
Don't say two moments, I'm afraid it won't even be enough.
Is this an elite rider from two thousand tribes?
Feeling in a daze, Dou Ling remembered Ye Gu's plea before his death:
Brother, run away. The Han army has thunder and cannot beat it...
In just one day, thousands of Han troops defeated Wuluohou, Yuchi and other four groups...
In just two hours, the capital city was like purgatory: flames shot into the sky, dead bodies were everywhere...
I was still very angry just now that my mother and Ye Gu were useless, so why did they surrender without fighting to the last moment?
Unexpectedly, he, Dou Ling, could not survive even two moments?
Drop?
Impossible!
Was he kidnapped to Luoyang to dance for the emperors of Yuan and Wei?
Dou Ling bit the tip of his tongue hard and stumbled towards the gate. Tears mixed with the blood from the cracked corners of his eyes, covering his entire face.
They didn't even see the appearance of the Han commander, and it was unknown who led the army, yet they were defeated?
God's will is such that defeat is not unjust...
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Li Chengzhi and Yang Jun stood on a high slope, looking north.
Three miles away is Jinhao Pass. One mile further ahead is Chen Bing's two thousand Hu cavalry at the pass.
About half an hour ago, the Hu soldiers had all left the pass and had set up their formations to the south of Wuli. As soon as the Han army approached, they looked like they would fight to the death. But for some reason, they suddenly retreated?
Li Chengzhi seemed to be determined and left no room for the Hu army to retreat. When the Hu army retreated, he ordered to advance. He followed closely behind him and was forced to within three miles of Linjinhao Pass, only two miles away from the Hu army at the pass.
?
It's only two miles. For the cavalry, if they were to collide with each other, they would only be able to fight in twenty breaths at most.
Yang Jun couldn't figure it out. How could Li Chengzhi have so much confidence and not even a trace of fear?
You should know that four thousand fine cavalry of the town army were sent by Li Chengzhi five miles west of Guancheng, waiting for the Hu soldiers to break up and join forces to encircle them.
Li Chengzhi pressed directly against Hu's formation, but Chen Yuguan only had two thousand Chinese troops under his command.
If the Liangzhou army from the north fails to defeat the Hu soldiers behind the pass, or is even defeated, Li Chengzhi may not even have time to cry for his father...
Yang Jun's heart shrank into a ball. He looked around and saw that he was scattered far away, so he quietly came closer and said, "Why don't you let me take the command? You stay away first. If anything happens, you can easily deal with it..."<
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What happens?
Are you afraid that if you lose, I can escape back to Dacheng first?
Li Chengzhi was both grateful and dumbfounded.
The Han people are okay. Although they believe in ghosts and gods, they don’t believe it deeply.
For those who have read books, especially high-ranking officials and emperors, nine times out of ten they have practical ideas: If it works, I will trust you, but if it doesn’t, you are worse than a rag.
He is very capable of deceiving people. As long as there are one or two people who are not afraid of death and are lucky enough to lead the charge, the thunder will only happen.
That's why Li Chengzhi advised Li Song not to be arrogant and think that he could be invincible with this thing.
But for the Hu people, the gods are the gods, and no discount can be given.
All things and phenomena that cannot be explained by poor knowledge will be classified as "miracles".
Such as meteors, such as moon halo, such as natural disasters...
Even if the thunder is louder, people will kneel down and kowtow, let alone a live explosion in front of their eyes?
Otherwise, Li Shibaijia would not be able to travel thousands of miles across the Western Sea without a single enemy.
It was even more impossible to defeat Du Lun's twelve tribes in a few days, and even captured the city of Tingtou Man, the King of the Huns, which the Hu people have been proud of for generations.
Therefore, the sinus leader will definitely collapse, and there is no "just in case" reason.
That's why he laid out his tactics early, blocking what should be blocked, encircling what should be surrounded, pursuing what should be pursued, and intercepting what should be intercepted. Strive to kill as many of the main Hu Qi forces as possible.
Furthermore, although the Chinese army is only two thousand, it has one battalion of tiger warriors and one battalion of tiger cavalry. Even if the Hu army is not defeated, it will definitely have the strength to fight head-on.
Yang Jun was worried too early...
"As a general, if I retreat, what will happen to my two thousand subordinates?"
Li Chengzhi responded calmly, "Because of this, our army's morale is strong at this time. Even if Dou Leader guesses that I am here and dares to put all his efforts into it, Yuan Zhi will definitely win... Sima Mo, don't worry
!"
Yang Jun was choked and speechless: You are in front of the battle in person, and the morale of the whole army is indeed high, but if there is a mistake, I am afraid that the defeat will be like a mountain...
You are the coach, you only need to strategize, why do you need to visit the front line in person every time?
Just as he was cursing, several muffled sounds came from his ears, and Yang Jun's eyelids twitched.
War drum?
The tactics have been laid out and all the battalions have been dispatched. There is no need for the whole army to charge, so how can there be the sound of war drums?
Or is it coming from behind the Pass, and is it getting closer and closer?
In surprise, three thunders suddenly exploded not far away. Yang Jun turned around and saw three clouds of smoke and dust rising from the mountain ridge about four or five miles to the northeast.
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"Hahaha...Dou Ling was defeated?"
Li Chengzhi laughed loudly, "Yuan Jie, sent the order to Yuan Zhi, but upon hearing the whistle, the whole army attacked, using the crane wing formation to penetrate directly into the enemy army..."
Yang Jun was suddenly startled: We are going to attack the enemy directly, just because of those three drums?
"Dou Ling is broken... Look, look..."
Li Chengzhi danced with joy, pointed at Jinhao Pass and laughed loudly.
Yang Jun looked around, his pupils shrinking sharply.
The Hu formation in front of the pass suddenly became chaotic, like a huge wind blowing across the grassland. Thousands of Hu soldiers rushed their horses like crazy and took cover on the west bank in front of the pass.
Looking further inside, a fire dragon actually rushed out of the river valley?
Yang Jun's hair stood up in shock: "Fire Horse Formation?"
"What do you think?"
Li Chengzhi smiled so unhappy, "I still used Dou Ling's own horse!"
Yang Jun finally understood that even though both sides were cavalry, no matter how they attacked, it would be a mounted battle, but Li Chengzhi had to go to waste and bring hundreds of empty chariots?
It turns out that I am afraid that the fire horse will rush into the formation!
But it was obviously useless: the fire horse had just come out of the valley and was about to rush through the city. Suddenly, it felt that the eyes were extremely open, and it couldn't help but scatter in all directions. It was like a firework, exploding in all directions.
Just because there is fire in front and fire on the left and right, the horse's subconscious will just stay away...
This run is a full moment.
Seeing that the fire horses running out of the valley gradually became sparse, and the Hu formation that had retreated to the west bank of Guancheng began to move again, Li Chengzhi shrank his eyes and shouted coldly: "This is the moment...Li Feng, blow the whistle!" p>
Hundreds of copper whistles sounded, soaring into the night sky, stinging Yang Jun's eardrums.
After a short pause, there was another "rumbling" sound in my ears, and the earth seemed to be shaking.
Suddenly turning around, two thousand tiger cavalry were like a huge iron cone, stabbing the Hu army at the pass...