The Xianbei army was like a group of deer frightened by wolves. They ran wildly without caring. The Han army pursued them with cold eyes. Their bows and crossbows fell like rain, shooting down every sinful life.
Najia knew that if he escaped like this, less than half of the people would be able to return safely. He organized three or four thousand cavalry and just returned to fight. The Han army rushed to them and attacked fiercely, destroying Xianbei.
Collapsed again. After leaving his trap behind, Naga smiled bitterly and ran for his life.
The bleak winter ground was filled with tattered and mutilated Xianbei corpses, turning it into a veritable road to the underworld.
After running for ten miles, Naga finally saw the Xianbei army, and the two of them were almost moved to tears after being rescued.
Yang Aruo raised his sword with his left hand and slowed down at the same time. Seeing this, the Han troops tightened their reins.
Yang Aruo sighed softly, and Pang De asked: "Why are you sighing?"
Yang Aruo pointed his sword at the unprepared Xianbei army, saying: "If we had ten thousand cavalry, we could defeat them in one battle. It's a pity that we missed this great opportunity."
Pang De shook his head and said: "If we had ten thousand riders, we wouldn't be in the current situation."
Yang Aruo smiled to himself, and what he said was true. Thousands of cavalry were coming, and according to the daily law, Yanliyou would definitely not go out to fight. Instead, he would immediately close the gate of the village and notify the rear. At that time, the Han army would not say victory, but would probably be counted.
Tens of thousands of Xianbei troops surrounded and even annihilated them, unlike now, when after several battles, 20,000 Xianbei people were defeated.
Che'er asked: "What should we do now?"
"Let's see and then..."
"What did you say?" He Lian's eyes were like bells, his beard and hair were spread out, and he roared loudly, like an angry lion.
Zhidao Luoluo said: "As you heard in your ears, what I said is all the truth."
He Lian yelled and cursed: "Twenty thousand forwards were defeated by thousands of Han troops. According to the Japanese law, Yanliyou died? Am I dreaming? Where is the bravery of Da Xianbei? Where is the spirit of Da Xianbei? My father, Wang Tanshihuai, will be here
The sky was so angry that it opened its eyes. They are a bunch of trash and they have disgraced Xianbei."
Zhidao Luoluo had a displeased look on his face and Naka's eyes were sinister. He was scolded in public by a nominal king of Xianbei. Where should they put their faces, the Western Xianbei adults? The other Xianbei adults did not laugh at the two of them, and they had no time to pay attention to Helian.
Roaring, they were full of worries about the future. There was no doubt that the Han army was much stronger than expected. Although they did not go deep into the north, they also robbed a lot of things. Are they going to return here?
"Sure enough, Luodiao Changshi is not someone to be trifled with." The leaders of the various Tu tribes secretly colluded and made up their minds to run away once Xianbei failed. If necessary, they would give Xianbei a blow and buy it from the Han people. They were very good at doing this kind of thing.
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He Lian was panting like a bellows on his chest. He noticed the strange atmosphere around him. He took a deep breath to calm down his anger. He pointed at Luo Ju and said, "Go and lead the five thousand personal guards and kill all the Han troops."
Luoju is in his forties, eight feet tall, with a hunky back, a face as black as coal, and eyes as sharp as an eagle. He is the leader of Tan Shihuai's 20,000 royal guards. He is brave and invincible and is famous on the grassland. Because of his existence,
Only Xianbei would acquiesce in the identity of King Helian. Helian sent him into battle precisely to use his bravery to suppress the ominous atmosphere.
Luo Ju immediately bowed and said that he obeyed the order. He glanced with eagle eyes, and all the Xianbei adults looked a little unnatural. Luo Ju twitched the corner of his mouth, rode out, drew his sword from its sheath, and shouted loudly: "Let the Han army see the real situation.
Xianbei Warriors."
"Da Xianbei, Da Xianbei..." the five thousand Royal Guards shouted loudly. The so-called Royal Guards, as the name suggests, are the elite divisions carefully selected by Tan Shihuai for decades. This selection is not based on who is in good health.
It was fought one battle after another. Fuyu in the east, Wusun in the west, Dingling in the north, and Han in the south all suffered from it...
Xianbei's five thousand cavalry came out of the formation, all in iron armor. Under the warm sun, they were dazzling and powerful.
Che'er frowned and said: "This is the elite of Xianbei. We have fought several battles in a row. We are exhausted and cannot get any good, so we should withdraw."
Pang De shook his head and said: "If you retreat without a fight, Xianbei's morale will surely recover and the people who have not fled will be overwhelmed..."
Yang Aruo looked down at his hastily bandaged right arm, and then looked back. The faces of the more than two thousand Han soldiers were shaken. They were not war machines, but people with rich emotions. At this moment, they wanted to avenge their compatriots.
I also felt that I was unable to do anything and was full of contradictions in my heart.
Yang Aruo slowly said: "Everyone saw the tragic situation on the Nishui River when we came. Once we retreat, tens of thousands of fleeing people will fall under the knife of the Xianbei people. Even if it is delayed for just a quarter of an hour, it will be
Save countless people in disguise..."
The Han army looked at each other, they didn't know this, but...
"Many of you may know that in my early years, I, Yang Feng, was a ranger. I fought in the streets and alleys every day, and lived a life of blood. I never wanted to fight for any reason. I just thought that having fun was enough. Later, I joined the Han army and followed Gai.
Shooting tigers in the east and conquering in the west. I think there is no difference between fighting and fighting, except that there are more people. During this period, I learned to read and read. I remember this sentence in Qu Yuan's poem during the Warring States Period, which is what I have in mind.
Even though Shanxi died nine times, he still has no regrets. It means that for what he wants, he will die nine times without regrets. Now, I am willing to fight to save the lives of more people. Anyone who dares to fight will follow me - "The words are
After falling, Yang Aruo rushed out on flying horse.
"The Han army - mighty -" Pang De shouted and chased after him.
"Han Army - Mighty -" More than two thousand Han troops launched a desperate charge, and no one flinched. Many of them did not understand so many principles, especially the Qiang people, but since the chief officers were not afraid of death, how could they be willing to lag behind?
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There was a strange look in Luo Ju's eyes. The Han army was so determined to fight continuously. No wonder a few thousand people could defeat 20,000 Xianbei soldiers. "I will give you warriors the most honorable way to die."
The Han army rushed in a hundred steps, when a black cloud suddenly surged above their heads and fell rapidly. Sharp arrow clusters penetrated the iron helmets, penetrated the armor, penetrated the side rows, and penetrated into the flesh and bones. With one blow, more than two thousand Han troops fell to the ground.
The two of them were adults. Yang Aruo took a breath of cold air. Although he knew that the other party was powerful, he still underestimated it.
Luo Ju nodded with satisfaction, but the Xianbei people's results in the second round of arrow rain were much worse. First, the Han army was prepared, and second, the Han army's counterattack was equally sharp.
The two sides were twenty steps apart, and the Xianbei army was divided into three, with a thousand cavalry on each side, galloping to the side, and three thousand cavalry in the middle colliding head-on with the Han army.
Arrows were like locusts, knives were like rain, the sound of horse hooves, and the shouts of killing each other, went straight up into the clouds.
"Kill..." Yang Aruo swung his sword with his left hand and slashed the Xianbei short spear, breaking all of them. He turned his wrist and cut one person's neck, and the hot blood flew away like a volcano erupting from the head. The sword did not stop, and hit another person's chest, black.
The knife was so sharp that the iron armor broke like kraft paper and penetrated deep into the skin, disembowelling the Xianbei man.
After killing two people in a row, Yang Aruo's eyes became more murderous. He faced Xianbei Qianchang and went straight up with his sword. There were only 20,000 Wang Ting's personal guards, and Qianchang was already a senior general. Anyone who could climb to this position would be a mountain of blood.
Those who climbed out of the sea had at least hundreds of lives in their hands.
Xianbei Qianchang did not give in, he raised his sword and fought back fiercely. There was a loud "bang" sound and sparks flew everywhere. The two were about to pass by the wrong horse. Yang Aruo made a sweeping move. Xianbei Qianchang raised his sword to block it, and his eyes immediately exploded.
He was horrified because he saw his steel sword broken and the black knife coming towards him with the angry wind. He subconsciously lowered his head and hit the temple with the black knife. His half-bald head flew out.
Step, turn and land...
The followers howled with hideous faces. Xianbei Qianchang was dead and killed in front of them. Nothing made them feel more humiliated than this, and they frantically besieged the culprit.
Yang A'ruo sneered. He had no defense at all. He opened and closed the sword widely. For a moment, there was the sound of the weapon breaking. He would not take it back without seeing blood. He killed more than ten subordinates at the cost of countless attacks.
Three more wounds were added. Yang Aruo didn't care. He didn't know how many injuries he had received since the attack. If he had to worry about every injury, he would be annoyed to death. He looked at a black flag in front of him with bright eyes, with a similar figure drawn on it.
The horse is not a horse. It is a sacred animal worshiped by the Xianbei people. It looks like a horse and sounds like an ox.
The light of the sword flashed, and the rider was cut into two pieces. Yang Aruo rushed into the bloody rain, took advantage of several Xianbei people to cover their faces, swung the sword repeatedly, killed several more people, and drove directly under the banner.
His side's progress was beyond expectation. After a frontal attack and a double attack by cavalry and archers on both sides, the Han army only had a thousand soldiers left. However, the Han's assault capability was somewhat beyond his expectation. He finally knew why he was attacking Luo Luo.
Ten thousand soldiers still can't stop the opponent. The opponent has a fierce general who rushes straight to the flag. It's strange that those big men who have been in high positions for a long time and are far away from the fight are not afraid.
"It's been a long time since I personally participated in a battle." Luo Ju licked his lips and said softly: "Han hero, if you think that I am the people you met before, you are totally wrong. I will personally chop off your head.
, I will make your skull into a wine glass to show my greatest respect for you." Luo Ju raised a large spear made of iron, stared coldly at Yang Aruo who was rushing towards him, grinned widely, and dug out the large spear,
As fast as lightning.
Yang A'ruo held the knife in his left hand and blocked it. He guessed the strength of the opponent. He leaned back and the black knife almost flew away. Looking at the iron spear stabbing again, he couldn't avoid it. He secretly hated that if his right arm was not injured, how could it be like this?
Not good.
"Kill..." Che'er's big sword came across the air and approached the door. Luo Ju had to fight back the threat. When he tried to attack Yang A'ruo again, the two of them had missed him. He got angry and attacked Che'er.
In a close fight, Che'er, who was eight feet tall, was in trouble. He blocked two blows and received a spear on his right chest. Just as Luo Ju was about to kill him, Pound came again. He held a knife in both hands and violently cut open Luo Ju's armor, piercing several inches of his flesh.
, stroke harder, the wound becomes deeper.
Luoju howled loudly and stabbed Pound back with his spear. The chariot swung his sword and hit Luoju in the back. Luoju spat out a mouthful of blood and killed two Han soldiers who were trying to take advantage of him. Luoju's retinue rushed in from behind, and a melee broke out between the two sides.
Open distance.
The two armies passed through the formation, and there were only less than 600 Han troops left. The Xianbei Royal Guards had more than a thousand casualties, and the general was wounded. No one took advantage. Yang Aruo coughed up two mouthfuls of blood and broke through from the right with hundreds of cavalry.