When the soldiers saw that General Cheng had gone out, they immediately followed him in a swarm and rushed to the front camp extremely fiercely. These soldiers were all warriors hand-picked by Cheng Shixiong, and they were all brave and fearless of death.
The masters, some of whom were even desperadoes in the world, were later recruited by Cheng Shixiong.
Yang Hao picked up his knife and followed the group of soldiers to kill the forward camp, but he thought in his heart: "Just now you said that it was dark at night and the enemy's situation was unknown, so you should not mess up your position. You never thought that these words could only be used to teach others a lesson. It's their turn."
It's as if your tiger's beard has been stroked on your own head. General Cheng is too reckless to fight like this."
He didn't know whether it was a disaster or a blessing to follow such a great general. He had no time to think about it at this time and just rushed forward. When he rushed into the front camp, he saw Cheng Shixiong waving his big halberd and overturned countless attacks.
The knights of the camp, he yelled loudly, and the war horse suddenly raised its front hooves, making a long hiss. When the horse's hoofs hit the ground hard, the halberd in his hand had already hit a warrior in the enemy's army.
The knight held the spear in his hand, gathered up the strength of his dantian, and shouted in a low voice: "Open!"
There was just a "clang" sound, and the spears and halberds collided. This blow actually bounced Cheng Shixiong's halberd. With Cheng Shixiong's magical power, few people dared to directly receive his mountain-splitting halberd. This person could actually block him.
Cheng Shixiong couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise, and came back on horseback to find this brave enemy general again.
This enemy general was none other than Liu Jiye. Liu Jiye used a big gun and led 600 cavalry into the enemy camp like the wind. Taking advantage of the fact that Lieutenant General Cheng Shixiong's camp had no time to organize a counterattack, Liu Jiye kicked the company camp, set fire everywhere to create chaos, and killed the enemy.
The battalion charges directly at the Chinese army. His purpose is to capture the thief and the king. If this goal cannot be achieved and the opponent's general of the Chinese army cannot be killed, the Chinese army will also be thrown into chaos so that the Chinese army cannot exercise its command responsibility. At that time, even if the enemy
A camp with a large number of people and no one to direct it in the dark will turn into a ball of scattered sand, and its combat power will collapse accordingly. Even if the enemy army numbered 100,000 at that time, they would be nothing more than a group of sheep waiting to be slaughtered.
Can he still stop these tigers and wolves from charging at him?
Unexpectedly, before he could break through the last line of resistance in the front camp, a big man came galloping towards the Chinese army in the darkness. He let out a loud roar like thunder from afar, and immediately stopped the soldiers who were running around the camp.
The originally panicked Song army began to organize a decent resistance under the command of some generals, big and small, and the big man wielding the halberd rushed over, picking up the thorns with a halberd in his hand, knocking over many warriors who were attacking the camp.
Liu Jiye dismounted. Seeing that this man was an accomplished artist and could stop three armies with a loud shout, Liu Jiye realized that he was the army's leader, General Cheng Shixiong. He immediately raised his horse to meet him, and the two of them fought together.
When Yang Hao and other soldiers spread their legs and rushed from the Chinese army camp, Liu Jiye and Cheng Shixiong had been walking for dozens of rounds, shooting at each other. At this time, the situation around him became increasingly unfavorable for Liu Jiye.
, although this raid successfully broke into the camp, it failed to disrupt the enemy's formation. Cheng Shixiong's military formation was still standing like a mountain at this time, and the local commotion and chaos gradually subsided. The men and horses in the camp were moving slowly and in a controlled manner.
Slowly approaching here, with the force of a covert encirclement, this sneak attack has lost its original meaning.
If Liu Jiye can assassinate Cheng Shixiong, he can also use Cheng Shixiong's death to disrupt the already stable Xicheng camp again, but... he is no match for Cheng Shixiong. In terms of strategy, he is stronger than Cheng Shixiong, and in terms of martial arts, his big gun
Under Cheng Shixiong's effortless big halberd, he was stuck on the left and right, and was surrounded by dangers. He was clearly one step behind.
"That's it, if we drag it on any longer, all six hundred of my heroes will be buried in this enemy camp." Liu Jiye secretly sighed that the opportunity had been lost. He feigned a shot and turned his horse away, shouting loudly: "Young men, my dear men!
Follow me back to camp."
Liu Jiye whipped his horse's head and started to kill him. With his martial arts skills and the momentum of his fast horse, few people could stop him. However, the knights he brought with him were already restrained by Song's soldiers.
In the camp, it was impossible to just leave. When Cheng Shixiong saw him escaping, he was not willing to give up. He held his figure tightly and followed him.
At this moment, there was already a melee in the front camp. Although this fierce battle was not as fierce as the confrontation between the two armies on the battlefield, for Yang Hao, who was on the battlefield for the first time, it had already caused an incomparable shock in his heart. It turned out that this was
On the battlefield, people waved their swords and guns like wild beasts, fighting desperately with red eyes. It would be difficult to feel the harshness, the blood, and the cruelty of the scene unless you were in it.
He had killed people before, two lives with anger, and he killed them with one sword. But compared to the Northern Han Army and the Song Army who are fighting together now, his killings back then were just like killing chickens. Killing people with anger in the market is the same as on the battlefield.
Killing opponents calmly and cruelly turned out to be so completely different. No wonder Qin Wuyang killed people on the street at the age of twelve without changing his expression, but when he arrived at the King of Qin's palace, his face was ashen and frightened. He was not afraid of death, but he was so serious about killing.
But the momentum was something he, a common man who had never seen the market, could bear.
Thousands of soldiers were shouting and fighting, and hundreds of warriors were waving their swords around him, scattering the blood and heads of the enemy. Yang Hao, who set foot on the battlefield for the first time, felt at a loss. He saw his robes roaring with anger, and Gunma dismounting.
The Northern Han Dynasty warriors fought together, but they didn't know how to rush forward and bite the enemy like a wild beast.
"Get out of the way!"
Yang Hao stood with a knife in hand, staring in shock at the fighting scene in front of him that was neither romantic nor tragic, but completely full of blood and ugliness. Suddenly, someone kicked him on the hip. The kick was extremely powerful.
With one kick, Yang Hao was knocked out. When he fell out, he saw a flash of cold light, which could have hit the place where he was standing.
The person who kicked him away was Cheng Shixiong's personal guard Shi Shuang. Shi Shuang was a few years older than him, but his face was full of flesh and blood, like a butcher in his late forties, and he was usually taciturn. So although Yang Hao was with him
Although they were both bodyguards, they never got close to him. Unexpectedly, he saved her life at the critical moment.
Shi Shuang saw him standing there with a knife and looking around, as if he wanted to advance but retreat, so he didn't feel angry. Most people who had just entered the battlefield were like this, but as long as they climbed out of the pile of dead people once, they would come back again next time.
On the battlefield, he will transform from a guard dog into a prairie wolf.
While he was fighting with the enemy, he suddenly saw a Northern Han sergeant who had fallen off his horse and slashed at Yang Hao with his sword. He hurriedly took a step forward and kicked Yang Hao away, saving the new soldier's life. But his kick stopped.
He failed to make it, but was hit hard by the steel knife of a Northern Han warrior. The pain made him scream and he fell forward.
These Northern Han cavalrymen attacked the camp. They all rode horses, wore armor, carried bows and arrows, hung knives under their ribs, and held long spears. They mounted their horses with spears, dismounted with knives, shot bows and arrows from a distance, and wore armor. In order to preserve themselves as much as possible,
Liu Jiye had taken great pains to form an elite force. Under the current situation of insufficient military equipment in Northern Han City, he had done his best to be able to arm them with such equipment.
However, he really misjudged Cheng Shixiong's possible reaction, and he did not expect that Cheng Shixiong's army would be so strict in military discipline. After the successful attack on the camp, he could not fail to blow up the camp. Moreover, relying on Cheng Shixiong's prestige, he only shouted loudly.
The chaos was stopped, and now the chance of these six hundred warriors surviving is extremely slim.
However, these fierce warriors brought out by Liu Jiye were all brave men. Although they knew they were trapped in the enemy camp and the general had left, they still refused to surrender. The samurai stabbed Shi Shuang in the thigh and took advantage of his body.
When Xing Yi fell forward, he took a step forward, raised the knife in his hand, and cut off his neck with a "pop" sound.
Without ever thanking him or giving him a friendly smile, the comrade who saved his life was cut into two pieces without saying a word. Yang Hao couldn't help but feel crazy: This is the cruelty and ugliness of the battlefield. However, who
Say it is not tragic and romantic? Behind the blood and cruelty to the enemy, is there not a strong sense of love and brotherhood?
His eyes slowly turned red, just like the warriors who were now using all means to fight desperately, showing blood-devouring madness. He roared, swung his sword and struck at the Northern Han warrior. He was furious and furious.
During this time, his blood boiled all over. Shi Shuang's death seemed to have given him infinite strength, courage and murderous intent. His pupils were filled with blood, and he roared with every slash, as if he was crazy.
But he still maintains a glimmer of clarity in his spiritual platform, and still firmly remembers what Cheng Shixiong told him: "You can't use all your power, you can't enjoy all your blessings, you can't take advantage of all your advantages. Everything in the world is the same, kill with a sword."
The same is true. You must concentrate your attention on every strike without being distracted, but you must leave three points of strength in each strike. Only in this way can you use the sword quickly and retract it quickly. The sword force is like a violent storm, making the opponent gasp for breath.
No time left."
Yang Hao only remembered Cheng Shixiong's instructions in his heart. He didn't know any good sword skills now, and his own strength was not very good. But with a bloody courage in anger, he remembered Cheng Shixiong's instructions
With the guidance of his sword luck, he slashed with the sword, and it turned out to be murderous and sharp, as if the god of death was possessed by him.
The Northern Han warrior was given the upper hand by him, and he was also wearing armor. His movements were far inferior to that of Yang Hao, who rushed onto the battlefield without even wearing light armor.
The knife struck down continuously. If he missed, Yang Hao slashed down with the knife like a whirlwind, slashing and dragging on his neck. With a pop, the head was raised, and a cavity of blood spurted out two feet high.
Hot blood splashed on Yang Hao's face. He stretched out his hand and screamed. He raised a slightly curled steel knife and rushed behind a Northern Han soldier who was suppressing a Song soldier and punching him hard, as if he was chopping a wooden stake.
With one slash, the knife struck from the backbone between the Northern Han warrior's two blades to the tailbone with a "chi la" sound. The tip of the knife was deeply sunken and penetrated from the man's lower abdomen. It was only a short distance away from the Song Army soldier's lower body.
Three inches away.
The Song soldier was frightened by his ferocious sword. In the blazing fire, Yang Hao's face was covered with blood and his face was ferocious. Before the Song soldier could thank him, Yang Hao had already sheathed his sword and pounced on the next opponent like a whirlwind...
Cheng Shixiong's camp was in a huddle, but Cheng Shixiong followed Liu Jiye out of the camp. At first, there were a few soldiers who wanted to follow in a hurry, but they were rushed by the enemy and we in the melee, and the general lost his control.
Figure. Cheng Shixiong rested easy after predicting that the enemy would not repeat his same trick and launch another sneak attack. However, Liu Jiye unexpectedly launched a sneak attack. This was like giving him a loud slap in the face in front of his subordinates. Cheng Shixiong was ashamed and annoyed.
, his anger level had reached 120%, and he was chasing after Liu Jiye. He just wanted to kill this blind Northern Han general to vent his anger.
Liu Jiye turned around halfway and saw that not a single soldier had been brought back by him. He couldn't help but feel sad, but the big man with messy hair in cloth robes and holding a halberd was still chasing after him, moaning again and again.
Yelling randomly, his heart suddenly became angry. He turned around and fought with Cheng Shixiong again. They fought for more than ten times, and his left shoulder was opened by Cheng Shixiong's halberd. Liu Jiye had no choice but to turn his horse and escape again, and fled to a city wall in a hurry.
Down, there was a wide and deep horse-rejecting trench in front of him. Liu Jiye got off his horse, abandoned his horse and jumped into the trench. Cheng Shixiong actually refused to let him go, saying at the same time, "I am a thief, a thief, a thief, don't run away, come and fight with Lao Cheng."
Fight!" He yelled and jumped into the trench.
Liu Wudi was so angry, but fighting alone was Cheng Shixiong's specialty. He had just fought twice and already knew that he was inferior to Cheng Shixiong in terms of martial arts. What's more, he was injured again at this time, so he had to jump off the moat, swim to the base of the city wall, and pull
He shouted upwards at the top of his lungs. Cheng Shixiong was naturally not stupid enough to swim across the river to catch him, so he just stood on the river bank and cursed.
The defenders at the top of the city in Northern Han Dynasty heard the shouts from the city, and immediately lit up lanterns and torches, but could not see clearly the appearance of the man below the city. After a while, a general who was familiar with Liu Jiye came and recognized Liu Jiye's voice, and hurriedly asked people to use ropes to escape from the city.
He lowered a large basket with his head, asked him to sit in the basket, and then pulled the gray-faced general to the top of the city.
Cheng Shixiong pointed at the top of the city and cursed again, fearing that soldiers from the city would come out to intercept him, so he got on his horse and returned to the camp. The battle in the camp had ended at this time, and each battalion's generals would lead their troops to clean up the battlefield. Cheng Shixiong's personal soldiers were at the
Under the leadership of General Wei, they chased out of the camp in fear. It was not until they saw Cheng Shixiong that they felt relieved.
Hundreds of torches surrounded Cheng Shixiong and welcomed the general back to the camp. When the sergeants in the camp heard that General Cheng was fine, they suddenly burst into cheers. The cheers came and went like huge waves. Yang Hao was in it and truly felt it.
It’s time to see how powerful Cheng Shixiong’s personal charm is in his team.
Can I do it too? Yang Hao's mouth is a little dry.
Cheng Shixiong had already seen the bloody look on his face holding the torch. It looked ugly. If a delicate little lady saw it, she might be frightened and have nightmares, but in the eyes of General Cheng, it was
The most glorious medal for a soldier.
He did not show any special care for Yang Hao in front of others. He just glanced at him briefly and returned to the main camp. After entering the front camp, he ordered people to go down and immediately report the details of the enemy's sneak attack tonight to the official camp.
The remaining battalions of this formation and the three besieging armies in the east, south and north conveyed the news with drum and light messages, and then returned to the central army's main formation.
Yang Hao noticed that Cheng Shixiong didn't ask a word about the front camp's handling of prisoners and cleaning up the battlefield, leaving it entirely to the front camp guard general. The generals of other battalions under his command also strictly guarded the camp, and no one left the team to come to express condolences.
The coach's safety was only inquired with a light signal. After learning that Cheng Shixiong was safe and sound, the lights in each battalion were extinguished one after another, and there was silence, as if such a fierce battle had never happened tonight. Yang Hao couldn't help but secretly admire this seemingly
A rugged man can run an army well.
Returning to the central army, Cheng Shixiong and his soldiers came to the corner camp stove and brought water from the newly dug well with their own hands. The soldiers washed the blood off each other's bodies. General Cheng was topless like ordinary soldiers.
If it weren't for the injury on his arm, it seemed like he would have picked up a bucket of water and took a quick shower.
The soldiers laughed and washed the blood off their bodies. Some of their brothers had died in the battle just now, and some were injured and had broken limbs. They are now recovering from their injuries under the care of the doctor, but from the faces of these soldiers
Yang Hao couldn't see any trace of sadness or nostalgia at all, even though they had just fought side by side, these men could block a knife for their companions without hesitation.
Writing life with swords and guns, treating life and death as nothing, this is the rugged northwestern man. Yang Hao, who has been depressed because of Shi Shuang's death, saw the joy of these good men putting aside life and death, and couldn't help but open his mind, because Shi Shuang
The suffocation that had been accumulating in my chest due to his death was swept away.
He took off the cloth that bound his hair and let his long hair hang freely; he took off his blood-stained war robe, and his body, which was slightly thin compared to those in robes, was naked. He picked up a bucket of water and poured it down freely from the top of his head.
, flicking the fine water drops, looking up at the quiet and blue sky, there are countless stars in the sky, there is one there, it must be the heroic spirit of Shi Shuang.
"Brother, that's good. I see that you are so gentle and quiet. The first time you go into battle, you dare to kill the enemy so fiercely. You are like our soldiers in the northwest, and you have not embarrassed our general." When walking back, Fan Laosi
Putting his hand on Yang Hao's shoulder and praising him.
New recruits are always ostracized and bullied. Even if General Cheng once called him "Brother Hao," if he is a bastard, no one will take him seriously. On the battlefield, if you want to win the respect of others, you must
Those who have a sword and a spear must fight with their own abilities. After today's battle, Yang Hao has been regarded as one of his own by these arrogant soldiers and desperadoes under Cheng Shixiong.
After returning to the central army, all the soldiers and guards dispersed and went back to their tents to rest. Cheng Shixiong opened the tent curtain and was about to enter the tent when he suddenly stopped and turned around and called: "Yang Hao."
The camp where Yang Hao lived was on the left side of the general's camp. He was about to enter the tent when he heard the sound and stopped, turning around and looking: "General."
"Have you ever made up for the three swords you left tonight?"
Yang Hao was startled for a moment, then showed a knowing smile. He clasped his fists and said solemnly: "Back to General, those three swords have been made up by my subordinates."
Cheng Shixiong touched the beard under his chin and looked sideways at him. The lights in the tent streamed out and reflected on his eyes. There was a cunning meaning in his eyes: "How is this human flesh stake better than that wooden stake?
"
Yang Hao sighed and replied: "It's not easy to chop."
Cheng Shixiong laughed loudly, lifted the curtain and got in: "Have a good rest. If a man wants to get ahead, there are still human flesh piles in this world waiting for you to chop them down."
