The fierce battle lasted most of the night. (Literature Hall)
In a night battle, command and dispatch are not easy. Only courage and luck determine the outcome.
In a melee, the person holding the torch will often become the person who attracts the most hatred. Bows, arrows, and sabers will spare no effort to attack this target that is easiest to attack and has great strategic value. After a melee, if both sides suffer losses They are all around 30%, and I am afraid that not one or two of the people who raised the fire will survive out of a hundred.
If you want to be a beacon in the darkness, the price is so terrible and the risks are so evil.
But it’s not possible to not raise fire at all. If you don’t raise fire at all, you won’t even be able to see the enemy’s position, and you won’t even be able to distinguish your own people. Therefore, there must always be some people with extraordinary courage to act as unsung heroes in night battles. of.
Whichever side has more courage will have fewer accidental injuries, the higher the organization, and the winning rate will naturally increase accordingly.
As for luck, there should be nothing to say. War inherently involves a lot of chance, and night battles are one of the types with the highest chance of chance among all wars. Good luck is sometimes more important than courage.
However, in terms of today's night battle, the courage and luck of both sides were evenly matched. One side had more people, and the other side had more elite troops. Therefore, the battle continued until dawn, and there was no winner. Until the first A ray of dawn fell, shining on the snowy field soaked in blood, and the battle came to an abrupt end.
Yes, the battle ended suddenly.
Even the somewhat gray dawn in winter, the lighting effect was a thousand times stronger than the scattered torches lit at night. The moment the light returned to the earth, both sides in the bitter battle were dumbfounded.
Wearing a tattered leather jacket, a simple curved bow is slung across his shoulder. Most of the weapons he wields are scimitars and maces, which are weapons with grassland characteristics. Even their faces are similar. …
What I’m talking about here is not the similarity in facial features. It’s about the same weathered face. The eyebrows look young, but the wrinkles have already climbed onto the face. Those are not traces of time, but the unique wind and snow on the grassland, like frost knives. The marks on the face like ice blades! Everything has been faked, except this one, which cannot be faked no matter what.
Hit the wrong person?
After a hard fight all night, the one you beat was one of your own?
The herdsmen were stunned by this idea. They felt they had fallen into a nightmare shrouded in darkness, and their whole bodies were cold. They only looked forward to waking up the next moment. However, whether it was the blood on the scimitars or the dense blood on the ground, The corpses of men and horses, or the blood that has flowed all over the ice field under their feet and has solidified into blue-black blood, remind them that this is not a dream, but a living reality!
After a night of fierce fighting, those who were killed, wounded, and maimed were all our own!
"Clang..." The scimitar held high above his head froze in the air, and the hand holding the knife gradually became weak, allowing the steel knife to fall from the slump and fall on the frozen soil. It made a sound like the collision of gold and iron.
"Clang..." The scimitar guarded on the chest and ready to parry not only lost its target, but also lost the meaning of its existence.
"Crack, bang, bang..." Various weapons slipped from the hands one after another, and the sound of falling to the ground became one.
The blood that had been stirred up had been completely chilled by the night wind. This blow was really too big, so I mustered up all my courage and fought all night long at a heavy casualty. If I were fighting the enemy, even if I lost the battle, I would still be defeated. Honor, the death of companions in battle will also become the biggest reason to encourage survivors to continue fighting.
However, the cruel reality tells everyone that this night's hard struggle is meaningless.
Not only was it meaningless, it also had a completely negative effect. They used their own hands to cripple the reinforcements! The reinforcements also did what the enemy had not done, severely damaging the main battle force of the tribal alliance.
The few people who still have sense turned their attention to their leader, young Budugen, hoping that the other party would do something, at least not to let this suffocating despair continue to spread.
However, Bu Dugen's performance made them even more desperate, because the commander himself fell into extreme confusion and helplessness.
"How is it possible? How could it be like this? This is fake...is it fake? It must be a dream!" Bu Dugen also threw his knife on the ground. He seemed to be stimulated by those looks, and he suddenly
He muttered to himself, and while speaking, he gestured with his hands in front of him, as if he was trying to defend himself to someone.
"It's impossible. Mika was obviously repelled by the Han army and retreated to the valley of Baishan Mountain... I heard them fleeing far away, clearly... shouting, shouting... Xianbei's eloquent words
It’s impossible for the Han people to know... The enemies at night are speaking Xianbei dialect wrongly. They..."
"Bu Dugen!" He couldn't finish his self-defense. Half of his body was covered in blood, his helmet was chopped off, and Mika appeared in front of him with a big bald head. He roared loudly, using the suspicious words in Bu Dugen's mouth.
Eastern Xianbei accent: "What have you done, what have you done? Is this how you repay your friends who worked so hard to save you? With a knife?"
"I, I..." Bu Dugen shrank back, then suddenly straightened up as if someone had slapped him in the face, and asked loudly: "You were the one who charged at my array first... and you were the one who moved first,
The elders asked me to come out to meet you, and..."
"Nonsense! If you hadn't taken action against the Han army first, why would I have come to help? It's freezing cold, aren't you afraid that you won't die quickly enough? Besides, didn't your messenger clearly agree not to take action until dawn?
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"Then, why are you charging at my array?" Bu Dugen panicked.
"The drums and horns and the shouts of death are the loudest here. I'm here to help. If I didn't come here, where else could I go? I'm afraid of accidental injury and have people keep shouting. Don't you hear it?"
"But, but..." Bu Dugen had eleven thousand more reasons, but in the end, his thousands of words only turned into a few words dejectedly: "I, we have fallen into the Han army's trap!"
He shouted this sentence in a voice that was almost wailing, and as if as a footnote to his words, red flags stood up all around the snowfield, first in groups, and in the blink of an eye they became one.
In the middle, a large flag more than two feet high stands proudly and alone. The bright red flag surface complements the rising sun. The big word "wind" on it is flying in the morning breeze!
Under the banner, a young general with a white horse and a silver spear looks as powerful as a god.
Behind him, countless cavalrymen surged forward like a tidal wave. Rows of long spears were raised and lowered, as neatly as one person. The three-foot spear blades reflected the cold light, and the pale cold colors contained a rich sense of joy.
The murderous intent and the sound of war trumpets were overwhelming.
"Where righteousness comes, life and death follow it. The sky can tell you, and the white horse is the proof!"
The expressions of all the Hu riders changed.
The Han army has such a strong military capacity. Even if the two armies have not experienced internal strife and join forces to fight against the enemy, they may not be opponents, let alone now?
Now, even if everyone can still muster the courage, the strength of the troops and horses has been exhausted, and they even have no strength to escape. How can they still have the capital to fight?
Despair, all the Hu people have only this thought in their hearts.
Victory was within reach, but Zhao Yun had not yet issued an order for encirclement and annihilation. This time, Qin Feng was not in a hurry and had no intention of urging him.
Last night, he witnessed with his own eyes how Zhao Yun commanded Ruoding and achieved the purpose of misleading the enemy through a series of methods such as disturbing the enemy, cheating defeat, and feinting, which ultimately triggered this civil war among the Hu people.
Under Zhao Yun's command, Qingqi acted like a god with help, completing this incredible misdirection operation only by judging by his voice.
Among them, the most dangerous steps are the guidance of Mika and Budugen respectively.
Bu Dugen was relatively easy to deal with, because he already had the idea that he was attacking the rear of the Han army. As long as he broke up the formation and continued to fake defeat in front of him, he would be able to make him charge wildly.
This is of course very dangerous for the cavalry who are pretending to be defeated, but there is always a law to follow. As long as they retreat to a direction where there are no shouts of killing, they will be safe. Then they can regroup through the unique secret signals in the army.
stand up.
Leading Mika was much more difficult. Zhao Yun personally led a group of personal guards, using horse-riding and shooting tactics, fighting and retreating, holding Mika's nose all the way, and made him bump into Bu Dugen's team.
That is to say, Zhao Yun personally took action to grasp the situation and give Mijia the illusion that Budugen's army was the main force of the Han army. For this reason, Zhao Yun and Mijia crashed into Budugen's army at that time, and the two armies started to fight.
After a fierce battle, he forcefully created numerous misunderstandings between the two armies, and it was not until dawn that he was able to fight his way out of the rebel army.
Qin Feng knew that he could not compare with this junior in any way, no matter in resourcefulness or bravery. Thinking of the questions he raised before the night battle began, he felt a little ashamed for a moment. He thought too little and was too shallow.
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How could fighting blindly compare to a soldier who subdued the enemy without fighting? He made up his mind that from now on he would just listen to orders and no longer have any say in the general's decision-making.
Tian Yu on the other side was also speechless. He expected to win this battle, but he didn't expect to win so easily and so miraculously.
In the face of an enemy army that is attacking separately, if he can avoid being taken advantage of by the enemy, he is already a qualified military general; if he can pinpoint the enemy's weaknesses and defeat them one by one, it is not an exaggeration to call him a general; and Zhao Yun's attack
This battle... let two enemy armies kill each other, and then calmly come out to clean up the mess? This can only be described as a miracle.
What is the highest state of the art of war? To conquer the enemy without fighting!
This is almost the case now. The Huren Company can no longer hold their weapons steadily. Do you still expect them to fight to the death? Although there are still more than 100,000 people in the tribal alliance, without these backbone main battle forces, the morale of the pure old, weak and remnant soldiers can still be maintained.
Hope it?
He killed hundreds of thousands of barbarians almost without bloodshed. The results of this battle will surely become an immortal legend!
Under the gaze of everyone, Zhao Yun raised his eyebrows and calmly ordered: "Shout to them to surrender."