Chapter 265: The overall situation has been decided
Chapter 265 The overall situation has been decided
In Jizhou in mid-spring (February), the east wind blows frequently. Although it is not as cold and chilling as winter, it is by no means warm. It blows on the face like scissors. To the west of Wei County, the flowing water is long and the wild flowers are blooming.
, depicting a picture of spring. However, a few miles south of Fushui, there are tens of thousands of troops performing the most violent and cruel battles in the world, madly devouring one living life after another, and the scene is extremely bloody.
Two huge dark clouds formed by arrows continued to rise from the east and west sides, slowly converged, and then staggered past, crashing to the ground with a sharp whistling sound like a storm. There were hundreds of them at every moment.
People were penetrated through the body and nailed to the ground. They wailed, screamed, and cried in vain. They would not close their mouths quietly until the next wave of arrows struck or the blood ran dry.
"Kill, kill..."
Sergeant Gai's face turned red, armed with halberds, strong spears, long knives and huge shields, he overturned carts in front of the Jizhou phalanx, kicked over rows of fences, and poured in like a tide. The Jizhou soldiers were arranged in a rigorous formation, with large
Halberdiers were defending themselves, swordsmen, shields, and crossbowmen were among them. The eyes of both sides were red, and they were fighting to the death. The roars of killing were mixed with the sound of gold and iron clashing, soaring into the sky.
Wen Chou held a halberd in his right hand and a sword in his left hand. He stood behind the defense line with hundreds of elite troops. His handsome features seemed to be a hundred times harder than marble. His eyes coldly scanned the battlefield. Wherever there was a loophole, he ran to it.
Without saying a word, he slashed with halberds and knives, killing without restraint, and was invincible. When the soldiers at the rear filled the gap, he slowly retreated to the rear, rested for a while, and then ran to another place to seek help.
Xu Huang saw that the loophole he had worked so hard to dig out was blocked again, and he couldn't help but feel angry. He suddenly increased the intensity of the attack on the left wing. When Wen Chou led people up, Xu Huang also personally led the team to kill.
Wen Chou fought for a long time, his physical strength was greatly reduced, and he was out of breath. However, as a Jizhou warrior as famous as Yan Liang, he was still brave and unstoppable. In an instant, five or six of his soldiers fell to his feet and could no longer get up.
Facing the shadows of numerous spears, Wen Chou let out a low roar, and swept the big halberd, destroying seven or eight large spears like cutting grass. The long knife followed up and cut the throats of three people. With a flip of his wrist, he chopped off the arm of one person holding the knife.
The footprints hit another person's face, making a clicking sound, and his mouth and nose were shattered. Wen Chou killed five people in a blink of an eye, and the soldiers Gai were dumbfounded, hesitant in their steps, and did not dare to approach.
Wen Chou was a member of his own family who knew his own affairs. He looked majestic, but in fact, these few blows had exhausted all the strength in his body, especially the action of breaking seven or eight spears. Wen Chou's breathing became more severe and he could no longer continue, so he planned to
He retreated to rest for a while, but before he could take action, he suddenly jumped out of the crowd, and the long knife fell with the sound of wind and thunder.
Wen Chou didn't have time to see the opponent's face clearly, so he hurriedly parried with his halberd. He heard a loud "clang" sound, his palm went numb, and the halberd flew out of his hand. He couldn't bear the strong force, and he stumbled to the ground, his blood flowing slowly.
It drips from the mouth and nose.
"Who is this person?" Wen Chou looked shocked.
Xu Huang slashed at Wen Chou's halberd with one sword. The second sword was more powerful. He twisted his waist and stretched his arms to take his head.
The long knife was brought down over his head. Wen Chou was sitting on the ground, unable to avoid it. His eyes were filled with despair and a ray of anger. He ignored his head and stabbed Xu Huang's abdomen with the knife, hoping to die with him.
Xu Huang snorted coldly, and the long knife suddenly changed its trajectory, hit Wen Chou's blade, fell with one blow, raised the knife and chopped off his head again.
"If I were in my heyday, I would not know the outcome..." Wen Chou sighed in his heart. Just as he was about to close his eyes and wait for death, suddenly a figure jumped out and stood in front of him. A long knife was slashing at the left side of the man's neck.
, between his shoulders, the man howled, grabbed the blade with his left hand, and slashed at Xu Huang with his right hand.
"He is a man..." A look of admiration flashed in Xu Huang's eyes. He turned the blade and easily cut off several of his fingers. With a horizontal stroke, a line of blood spurted out. His head suddenly broke, fell to the ground, and rolled in front of Wen Chou.
"Xiao Wu..." Wen Chou roared sadly. This person was the confidant who had been following him for several years. Wen Chou was so angry that he jumped up and wanted to fight Xu Huang with his bare hands.
This man named Xiao Wu gave Wen Chou a precious chance to survive. His troops swarmed forward and divided into two groups. One group resisted Xu Huang and Sergeant Gai, and the other group lifted Wen Chou up, regardless of his fierce struggle.
Drag him back into the crowd.
Xu Huang dashed from left to right, hitting the target with his long sword, but there was no one who could combine with him. He drank all the enemy's blood and waited to kill Wen Chou, but there was no trace of Wen Chou. Although Xu Huang was a little regretful, he didn't care too much.
, On the battlefield, the struggle between ordinary men is insignificant. Victory or defeat is the key. Use this gap as a breakthrough point to tear open the defense line of the Jizhou phalanx and enter the conflict...
Zhu Ling glanced at the front line and then turned his attention back to the rear.
If you look down from above, you will see a black line cutting from the left side of the Jizhou phalanx, just like a cook unloading a cow, all the way to the center of the area unobstructed. Only when you look closer can you feel the overwhelming blood.
"Boom, boom, boom..."
The Gai army's cavalry swept through the jungle like a hurricane, while the Jizhou soldiers were like trees. Whether they were towering trees or shrubs and saplings, they were all uprooted, rolled up into the sky, and ground into powder.
After the hurricane, the ground was in a mess. It looked like a Shura hell. Tens of thousands of iron hooves trampled the ground into pits. The bloody ground was covered with mutilated corpses. Their facial features were twisted into a ball, and their eyes that had lost their luster stared straight at the sky.
, as if questioning something from the sky...
Occasionally, some people who are still alive stretch out their dirty and bloody hands and moan in vain for help.
Han Fu, who was standing on the command car, was trembling all over. He didn't know whether he was angry or frightened. He pointed at the Gaijun cavalry and shouted: "This is unreasonable, this is unreasonable... Stop them all and kill them all."
die……"
Zhu Ling arranged five thousand halberds, crossbows, and hundreds of carts in the middle to avoid being driven directly into the center by the opponent's cavalry.
"Kill..." Hu Feng slashed with his sword, and all he saw was a flash of white light. No one was left alive under the sword. Bu Qu guarded him to the left and right, blocking attacks from both sides so that he could concentrate on moving forward. Thousands of cavalrymen
Follow Hu Feng's banner closely, keep waving the sword, draw the bow and shoot the crossbow, killing all the enemies in sight.
"Huh?" Hu Feng withdrew his bloody sword, narrowed his eyes and stared at the tightly defended Chinese army in Jizhou, then looked around, his eyes flickering, turned to call the guards beside him and said: "Blow the trumpet, the troops are divided into two groups, the troops are divided.
Two roads, west and north..."
"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Longest Iron Dragons."
In addition, they could not look at each other. The other group, led by Hu Feng, turned to the west, trying to form a pincer attack with Xu Huang's group on the Jizhou front army.
With a livid face, Zhu Lingtie ordered Jizhou's remaining thousands of cavalry to attack. This was his last trump card, and he didn't want to think of it, but the opponent had tens of thousands of cavalry, and the advantage was too obvious. If he didn't send out cavalry at this time, there would be no chance.
Opportunity.
Sima Zhangnan was appointed as the cavalry commander. He knew that the task was arduous, but he did not hesitate at all. He flew on his horse and led the crowd to hit Zhenliang's waist and ribs, forcing him to stop and a melee broke out. At the same time, Zhu Ling ordered the right wing to squeeze towards the center.
At the same time, five thousand Euphorbia crossbowmen pushed the cart and approached Zhenliangbu with firm and orderly steps.
"Not good..." When Zhenliang saw this situation, he felt bad and wanted to withdraw. Zhang Nan refused to let go regardless of casualties. Zhenliang ordered his men to blow the horn immediately and return to join the Jizhou cavalry.
Fight.
Hearing Zhenliang's trumpet sound, which represented a fight to the death, Gai Jun knew that the cavalry entering the formation was in trouble, so he turned to Pang De and said, "Ling Ming, you go too."
"Nuo." The battle situation became more and more fierce. Pound no longer felt as relaxed as when he was bickering with Hu Feng, and nodded solemnly. Because the soil on the right wing of the Jizhou phalanx was soft, it was not suitable for cavalry to charge. In the middle, the enemy and ourselves were intertwined, making it chaotic and impossible to intervene.
Unsatisfied, Pound had no choice but to lead his troops across the battlefield and around to the opponent's left flank, which was the hilly area where Hu Feng had just launched his attack.
Gao Lan, the commander of the left wing of the Jizhou phalanx, served as a knight and suffered a tragic death. Not only did all his troops die, he was also wounded several times, especially a knife cut on his head. He was seriously injured and could no longer command the battle. Sima, who replaced him,
After Zhao Ruicai regained his strength, he saw a large group of cavalry coming. He was immediately worried about death. He shouted almost with a cry: "Array, array, line up shoulder to shoulder with halberds, draw the bow and crossbow, don't do it."
Chaos, hurry up..."
Jizhou soldiers tremblingly held up their halberds and bows. The attack by Hu Feng's tribe just now left a deep impression on them. They had never seen cavalry before. Due to their relationship with Linzhou, they had fought with the famous people in the world.
The No. 1 Youzhou Cavalry fought side by side several times, but in their eyes, the Youzhou Cavalry was probably the best in the world. Looking at the Gaijun cavalry rushing toward them like a black river, they became more and more frightened.
With a roar, the Gaijun cavalry hit the defense line of the phalanx like a sledgehammer. The fear in the Jizhou people's hearts reached its peak in an instant. They let out a heartbreaking cry, collapsed suddenly, threw away their weapons, and ran around like headless flies.
.
Pound stabbed a deserter to death with his back completely exposed. He picked it up and slammed it into the front. The deserter screamed miserably and crushed several of his companions. Pound pulled the reins with his left hand and his mount jumped up with all four hooves.
Stomping on several people's bodies and crushing them, leaving a shrill howl.
"Kill..." Pound rode a white horse, holding an iron rod, which was extremely eye-catching. The eight-foot-long iron rod transformed into a swimming dragon. Every time he rushed forward, his halberd was broken, his knife was broken, his shield was broken, and his armor was cracked. He killed five or six people. He was extremely brave.
, like the rebirth of an overlord.
Pound is twenty-one years old this year, at the peak of his physical strength. What is even more rare is that he went on the battlefield at the age of fourteen. In seven years, he fought hundreds of small and large battles, and there were several battles with 100,000 people. Many warriors may live in it.
None of them have even half as much experience as him, so they have extremely rich battlefield experience and extremely proficient killing skills. Others joined the army later and usually reached their peak in their thirties and forties. But he is now close to his peak.
"The white horse Pang Lingming, the white horse Pang Lingming...run, run..." The Jizhou people were so killed that their livers and gallbladders were split apart, and they ran away with their heads in their hands, hating their parents for losing two legs.
Zhao Rui, the commander of Jizhou's left wing, shouted at the top of his lungs: "Why are you running? Form a formation to meet the enemy..." No one listened in front of him, so Zhao Rui became furious and stabbed several people to death with a pronged halberd and hundreds of soldiers.
He drew out his halberd, swung his sword, and killed dozens of people without mercy.
The people of Jizhou were so horrified that their faces turned pale, and they stared at Zhao Rui with burning eyes. However, the situation was stronger than theirs, so they had to turn back to fight. Unfortunately, they had no intention of fighting. The cavalry of the Gai army was approaching quickly, and the murderous intent was overwhelming. The people of Jizhou
His eyes gradually became wandering, first one, then two, then three... with a bang, another scene of overwhelming defeat was staged.
This time, killing was useless. In order to survive, the defeated soldiers violently broke up Zhao Rui's troops and fought with swords.
The Gaijun cavalry took advantage of the chaos and rushed in, just like a pack of wolves hunting sheep, with blood and flesh flying everywhere.
Pound let out a low roar and swung the metal rod horizontally. Six or seven people spurted blood and fell to the ground. He jumped over them with lightning speed and rushed directly to the flag.
"Kill..." Zhao Rui glared, not afraid of the reputation of the white horse Pang Lingming, and raised his halberd to stab him.
Pang De used the metal as a stick, smashed the blade of the halberd, stabbed Zhao Rui through the chest, and skillfully cut off Zhao Rui's head with a dagger before he died.
He pulled out Zhao Rui's flag and waved it while galloping. This move had a huge impact on the morale of the people in Jizhou, and the entire left wing of Jizhou collapsed.
Zhu Ling glanced at the defeated left army, then looked at the crumbling front army, which was attacked from two sides by Xu Huang and Hu Feng. Finally, his eyes fell back on the Zhenliang tribe who were dismounted and fighting on foot. He said calmly: "Speed up the killing.
"
Zhenliang noticed that there was a Jizhou warrior on the opposite side who had killed six or seven Gai soldiers. He raised his hand and fired an arrow. The warrior was stabbing his halberd into the opponent's body. He could not avoid it. The arrow penetrated the brain and hit his dead face.
All with a hint of the victor's grin.
"Huh..." Zhenliang found the right opportunity and shot another Jizhou warrior.
Zhenliang is an Anding Qianghu eagle shooter, and he never misses a shot. Thirty or forty people have died under his arrows. However, in the face of chariots, halberds, and crossbows coming at him, there are knights from Jizhou who are holding back his personal strength.
It seems extremely insignificant and cannot affect the overall situation.
The enemy finally came closer, and Zhenliang had no choice but to put away his bow and draw his sword to join the fight. Seven years ago, Gai Jun recruited the brave people from Liangzhou to form the Shehu and Luodiao Second Battalions. Zhenliang was selected for his bravery into the Guards Song.
, once challenged Gai Yin, who was a military lord at the time, but it was embarrassing to say that he only blocked nine moves and was completely defeated. Although he never said it, he always thought that his weapons were not good, otherwise he would never lose so ugly. Later.
Zhenliang repeatedly performed extraordinary feats on the battlefield and was promoted all the way to the rank of captain. He spent a lot of money to build himself a good sword. How could he think that he could block Gai Yin's twenty or thirty moves while fighting on foot?
Zhenliang's long shawl hair danced in the wind. He shouted and shouted. He swung his sword and chopped off three halberd heads. Taking advantage of the opponent's long soldiers who were not easy to stretch and retract, he inserted himself into the middle of the enemy with one lunge, slashing left and right, pouring hot blood.
All over him.
Those Qiang and Hu soldiers who had followed Zhenliang for several years quickly came up and said, "It is auspicious to die in battle, and it is unlucky to die after illness." This is the custom of the Qiang and Hu. They fight like madmen. If you cut him with a knife, he will laugh.
I will repay you with ten swords, no matter how hard I die. At that time, only Gai Jun, Dong Zhuo, Han Sui and other outstanding Han people could subdue some of the Qiang and Hu for their own use.
There were too many people in Jizhou, and Zhenliang was hit by two knives and one halberd in a short time, and his upper body was dyed red. If it were people like Pang De and Hu Feng who were good at charging, it might not be a serious problem. However, Zhenliang is known for his shooting skills.
, doesn't like to wear armor, let alone wearing double-layered heavy armor like Pound and Hu Feng. He only has two pieces of leather armor on his body, so naturally he can't protect himself from being cut by swords and halberds.
With a bang, Zhenliang's chest felt tight, and then there was a burning pain. The opponent's kick happened to hit the wound in his stomach. He took a few steps back, was tripped by a corpse, and fell into the arms of someone.
Several halberds roared towards him, and before he could struggle, he swayed and continued to fall backwards.
Zhenliang fell to the ground, his face covered with mud. Behind him, there was a clang of metal and iron, mixed with screams, reaching his ears. Before he could turn around to see who had saved him, he felt his arms being held up by someone.
Get up and step back desperately.
Zhenliang was protected to a relatively safe place and had time to look at the battlefield. At this time, there were only seven or eight hundred people left in his side. They were divided into several groups and tried their best to resist the Jizhou soldiers on the front and left. The situation was critical. But he was not worried, listen.
The sound of horse hooves indicates that Pound is about to arrive, and the outcome will be reversed.
Zhu Ling saw that he could not capture the remnants of Zhenliang's troops in a hurry, so he hurriedly sounded the trumpet and planned to reorganize his formation to avoid being overwhelmed by Pang De's cavalry. This time it was Zhenliang's turn to bite him, and Zhenliang took hundreds of remnants with him.
Launched a desperate counterattack.
"Rumble..."
The boundless cavalry of the Gai army swept away the obstacles in front of them like lightning and rushed straight towards them. The left wing of Zhu Ling's 5,000-strong army only had a simple defense line composed of dozens of vehicles, which could not stop the impact of the torrent of steel.
Just when Zhu Ling felt desperate, a loud drumbeat suddenly sounded from behind. Gao Lan, who was wrapped in white cloth, came with an army of five thousand to support him and stabilized Zhu Ling's army.
Zhu Ling smiled bitterly and said, "Bo Rui, are you crazy?" Gao Lan's face was bloodless at the moment, his lips were blue, he was staggering and needed two people to help him.
Gao Lan glanced sadly at the left wing, where lay all the brothers who had shared life and death with him, and said with a twitch of his lips: "A man is a corpse wrapped in horse leather. If I die in the hands of a hussar general, it may not be a blessing."
"..."
Pang De was furious. He would have defeated Zhu Ling's army in one fell swoop and took advantage of the momentum to rush straight to the central army. Unexpectedly, Gao Lan came to do something bad. He galloped to the side and surrounded Zhu Ling's and Gao's second army. Jizhou soldiers fought with bows and crossbows.
Arrows rained down, covering the sky and blocking out the sun.
There was a stalemate here, and the results were achieved on the front line. Gai Jun brought a total of 27,000 infantry to Hebei this time. There were 25,000 infantry participants in this battle. In addition to Xu Huang's 10,000 troops, Gai Jun also successively
Eight thousand people were invested.
It was already very difficult for the 10,000 Jizhou front troops that Wen Chou had led to resist a force nearly twice his own. Hu Feng's two thousand cavalry came in from behind. The reason why the Jizhou soldiers did not collapse immediately was because Wen Chou personally got there first, and again and again
This inspired the frustrated soldiers for once. However, as the battle situation worsened, the Jizhou soldiers finally couldn't stand it anymore and retreated.
Wen Chou was helpless, so he had to lead more than a thousand people to the rear, and fought and fled. In the end, Xu Huang's army was overwhelmed by a sea of people.
Gai Jun breathed a sigh of relief. Both the front army and the left army were defeated, and the overall situation was decided.