The commander of the Iron Wolf Guard, also known as the Captain of Ten Thousands, Anatu, who had just insisted on splitting up, was split up.
The battlefield was not large, and the location of the slope was very conspicuous. The soldiers of Guoyi camp shouted "Wan Sheng", one voice louder than the other.
Many of the Liang bandits who were fighting fiercely looked to the rear, but nothing was left. Anatu and the noble soldiers who were holding the battle were nowhere to be seen.
Fighting spirit is like ice and snow under the scorching sun, melting visibly with the naked eye.
The border troops shouted for Wan Sheng, but they didn't stop, their fighting spirit became even higher, and each strike was faster than the other.
The battle situation was decided. Chu Qing, who was squatting on the hillside and exhausted, raised his head and looked at the bloody head. He suddenly felt that Anatu was quite pleasing to the eye.
Because there is only one human head, which means that he will never die in peace. Such a cold thief is a good cold thief. If he is not dead but still has a body, it will not be pleasing to the eye.
Tong Gui was injured. He rushed too fast, the night was too dark, and fell. His calf was scratched on a broken blade. He was cleaning the wound with a water bag.
Everyone kept shouting and cheering for the soldiers of Guoyi camp. Seeing more and more Liang bandits put down their weapons, they shouted even more energetically.
Seeing that almost all the Liang thieves had put down their weapons, the infantry of Guoyi Battalion continued to charge and kill, no matter whether the opponent surrendered or not, they continued to chop.
This is the frontier army. There is no need for prisoners of war, thieves, and they are not even worthy of coolies. Once they come, they will be buried in peace. As the third brother said, since they have come here, they should be buried here.
Chu Qing was suddenly very surprised: "Most of the cold thieves can't understand Chinese. They just saw the frontier soldiers shouting Wan Sheng with high morale. They guessed that their leader was killed, right?"
Fu San on the side asked Chu Qing whether he was injured, and explained: "Yes, that's why I want to surrender."
"Then if once the war begins, instead of killing the enemy generals, the border troops just shout Wan Sheng, will Liang Zei be so stupid that he puts down his weapon?"
"This kind of despicable thing, Mr. Huang...the emperor has done it before. It worked twice, but then it didn't work anymore."
Fu San was relieved when he saw that Chu Qing was not injured, but was dirty, and said with a smile: "That's why those cold thieves turned and looked to the rear. Seeing that the general was gone, some people put down their weapons and lost their fighting spirit. Others
Even if you can't see it, you will know it is true. If your fighting spirit is gone, how can you resist."
"Oh, I see. I still have a question. Since they have surrendered on a large scale, why don't you just tell them to put down their weapons and surrender instead of killing them? Wait until they are tied up before killing them. That would save trouble."
"The Supreme Emperor has done this before. He couldn't bear the loss of his brothers. He deceived Liang Rong and refused to kill him. After collecting the weapon, he was hacked to death by Liang Rong. He did it several times. Later, Liang Rong didn't believe it and said it was true.
I would rather die than surrender, even though I have no fighting spirit, I still want to resist."
Chu Qing couldn't laugh or cry: "Sure enough, they are all descendants of the Lao Chang family. Both of us have done such shameless things."
When he said this, Chu Qing didn't even realize what his motive was for asking this question. This motive also explained the kid's genetic problem from the side.
A cool thief with a fighting spirit is a wolf. A cool thief without a fighting spirit can no longer be called a thief, not even a sheep. On the battlefield, there was a one-sided slaughter.
Chu Qing looked at the battlefield littered with corpses, and he couldn't be happy no matter what.
Yes, victory was achieved, and the bloody head in Nangong Ping's hand was the proof. But in this battle, Guo Yi camp's more than 2,000 people were damaged. How many were lost, five hundred, eight hundred, or more than half?
Chu Qing couldn't count them. The corpses were all red. There were all broken limbs and arms on the battlefield, so he didn't dare to count them.
Xiao Yi and Tian Hailong were picking up quivers in Manna. When they had arrows, they ran a few steps forward and shot whoever resisted the most fiercely.
Nangong Ping's voice was hoarse from shouting, and he sat next to Chu Qing, his face a little pale.
The abdominal injury was not serious. Nangong Ping had controlled the distance at that time and had stopped bleeding. When he thought that he had killed the local general, the corners of his mouth could not help but rise with pleasure.
Nangong Ping has always had several wishes.
Go to Nanguan, the most remote place, and become a county magistrate, killing a few people who make trouble every day and rob the people of Nanguan.
Come to Beiguan, ride a horse, and stab a few Liangrong rangers to death alone.
Or go to the East China Sea and kill a few Ying dogs.
If nothing else happened, he, who was proficient in civil engineering, went to work in the Ministry of Works and used the materials from the Ministry to build a good house for the refugees.
It's basically half done now, because Nangong Ping knows that every time Chu Qing mentions the Ying people, he looks like he wants to burn Ying Island on fire, so he knows that sooner or later, Chu Qing will go to the East China Sea.
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Chu Qing turned to look at Nangong Ping, his eyes a little strange.
Nangong Ping seems to like the battle formation very much and is intoxicated in it.
But this kind of intoxication is not bloodthirsty. What it is exactly, Chu Qing can't say clearly.
In any case, Nangong Ping made his first contribution and deserves commendation.
"After you go back, let Comrade Lao Ma repay your merits and die alone... No, it's the captain of ten thousand thieves who was killed in an upright and honest formation, and the iron wolf guard with big ears Tutu did not disgrace the lintel of your Nangong family."
Everyone knows that Anatu is a fierce general on the Liangrong side. If he were on the Changchao side, he could almost be equated with a ruthless man like Tan Zhongping. He actually let Nangongping be killed by himself. Everyone couldn't help but ask questions just now.
Got the details.
Finally, I learned that Nangong Ping not only pretended to be dead, but also put a breastplate inside. It felt very strange, and I felt that Anatu's death was quite aggrieved.
However, one code equals one code. Others may not have the courage. Nangong Ping not only has to control the distance to be slashed, but also has to control the position and pass the acting skills. The most important thing is to master the distance and position. This kind of fancy work
, the army will definitely not be made, no matter how fierce the general is, only masters like Nangong Ping, who have practiced swordsmanship since childhood, can be sure.
Nangong Pingjun blushed: "Students don't dare to ask for credit. If they want to repay credit..."
Nangong Ping looked at the battlefield, then at the wounded and disabled generals behind Camp Guoyi, and sighed quietly.
Chu Qing was also speechless.
No one expected that Anatu not only came in person, but also brought more than 3,000 elite troops with him.
"Wait a minute, Sun Shangwen!"
Chu Qing suddenly stood up and shouted anxiously: "Where is that old traitor Sun Shangwen? There is also Liu Bao, Tan Ma, who pretends to be his follower. Where has Liu Bao gone? Where is Liu Bao?"
From the beginning of the war to now, there is blood and flesh flying everywhere, who would notice such a thing.
The soldier died in battle, and Chu Qing could not change this fact, but the Tanma named Liu Bao disguised himself as a follower and went into the forest because he let Sun Shangwen go.
Seeing that the battle was almost over, a guy covered in blood ran over from the direction of the battlefield.
There was no clean spot on this guy's body, and there were still a few pieces of meat hanging on the knife.
There was blood on his face, and he couldn't even see what kind of clothes he was wearing.
When he almost ran to the place, the man bared his teeth in joy.
"Sir, I'm back."
Fu San was not sure: "Liu Bao?"
"Third brother, it's me."
Liu Bao wiped the blood on his face and said with a smile: "The old dog and I were at the back. As soon as we started fighting, I was stabbed to death by the old dog. After being stabbed, I ran away, and there was no way for me to be cool."
You didn't care enough to chase me, and when you saw the brothers fighting, I went up to help."
Chu Qing breathed a sigh of relief: "You have such a big heart."
"When the enemy thieves come, you have to kill them. If you don't kill them, they go to the pass and bully the villagers. If that doesn't work, you have to kill them."
What Liu Bao said is the voice of everyone who has personally experienced this battle, and is it not the voice of the soldiers.
The frontier troops seldom boost their morale before the battle, because every soldier knows that they cannot retreat, they can only charge, and they can only kill, because if they retreat, do not charge, and dare not kill, the people behind them will suffer.
Wan Sheng's voice sounded again, and there were almost no Liang Thieves alive on the battlefield.
But there was no excitement in this Wan Sheng voice.
Living people may not be happy, and dead people may not be miserable.
For the frontier soldiers, for many frontier soldiers, death represents a kind of relief. This kind of relief will tell the world that they have to protect their homes and the country and live up to the name of the frontier soldiers, while the living people have to do it with their own hands.
Bury your comrades, for the sake of robes, and gather the corpses.
Soldiers in war, whether they survive or die in battle, will always bear the curse of pain. The more wars they experience, the more holes their hearts will become.