Killing like crazy.
The post horse team was like a strong wind, sweeping through the scattered wounded troops behind the official army formation, and crashed directly into the rear formation transporting artillery.
There were figures everywhere in the dark night. They just stretched their bows and shot, raised their spears and stabbed, until they fell off their horses and fought in close quarters.
From this attack on, neither Cao Yao nor Gao Xian could restrain their subordinates.
The officers and soldiers blew up the camp.
The large number of wounded soldiers in the Lu Guerrilla and Baoba troops were placed at the end of the team. Even when the team did not stop, they could hold their breath and help each other move forward.
Once it stops, even if the people in front are working on a problem, the people behind will fall over or even fall asleep standing up.
Maybe only those who were standing were sleeping, and those who fell down might have died of excessive blood loss.
No one can tell the difference or care about them.
There is a huge difference between fighting at night and during the day.
If it were daytime now, this unit would have started to collapse as soon as someone left.
Just because it was night, people who wanted to desert the army did not dare to run away.
When the post cavalry burst in from behind the formation, the sleeping soldiers screamed and the stress reaction of war trauma followed.
The stress response is not about yelling or dropping something and thinking it's a bomb. That's just a symptom.
Deeper inside, it is the uneasiness of people jumping out of the familiar environment, and the subconscious mind is out of sync with the outside world.
The vast majority of wounded soldiers who were awakened behind the formation did not believe that the chaos came from the enemy attack, but firmly believed that it was another internal strife.
The defenders of Yanshui Pass believed that the officers and soldiers of Jingbian Battalion were retaliating for the shelling, and the officers and soldiers of Jingbian Battalion believed that the defenders of Yanshui Pass were avenging the defeat.
There is also the long-term lack of vitamin supplements, resulting in per capita night blindness.
They couldn't see the captain's flag and spear, nor could they see the flag on the commander's back.
The teams immediately dispersed, never to be reunited again.
Shi and Shi were also disconnected with the battle. People stood back to back, people next to each other, frantically grabbing all the weapons at hand and attacking in all directions.
The uniforms and armor of the three armies of Jingbian Camp, Yanshui Pass, and Lion Camp were exactly the same, and they could not distinguish between ourselves and the enemy in the dark.
The officers and soldiers were mixed in the bandits, and the thieves couldn't tell them apart. The bandit soldiers from the two sentries didn't know each other much.
The thieves sneaked into the officers and soldiers, and the officers and soldiers couldn't tell them apart.
The thieves had two outposts, so they simply had two parts. The guerrilla troops were transferred from Jingbian Fort on the Great Wall to defeat the thieves, and General Bao's troops were stationed at Yanshui Pass at the junction of Qin and Jin. No one knew each other.
Even the people who sneaked in didn't know it, so they could only follow it until they heard something was wrong from the shouting.
But as several people who shouted and identified themselves screamed the next moment, people did not dare to shout.
He could only widen his eyes, trying his best to find the bonfire in the distance reflected by the sword light beside him, and then let out a meaningless roar and fought back against the light.
Cao Yao, who led the attack, was helpless and relied on his voice to gather a small group of soldiers to attack in the direction of Yanshui Pass.
His thoughts coincided with Gao Xian on the other side.
Either retreat or advance. If this battle is lost, the retreat will be divided by the army; then the only option is to advance, pass through the enemy formation and reach Guanxia, and there is still a glimmer of hope.
The soldiers fought and screamed like ghosts howling like wolves, which made General Bao feel scared from the bottom of his heart: "General, the rear line is in chaos!"
Guerrilla general Lu Cheng could hear the voices coming from behind the formation. He closed his eyes in pain and sighed softly: "Boss Bao, go to the front to supervise the battle."
Lu Cheng had been in charge of the army for many years and knew what he was facing at this time - his army finally collapsed.
Night fighting is a double-edged sword.
Darkness deepens people's fears, and the battlefield is the scariest place.
Especially when the soldiers' physical strength, energy, and willpower reach their limits under high stress.
Not to mention that many people have not yet gotten over the guilt of accidentally killing Pao Ze.
Lu Cheng knew that this would happen sooner or later, and he had even collapsed many times during battles with Yanshui Pass officers and soldiers at night.
The mental collapse of an individual man will trigger the collapse of an army.
But the collapse of an army does not necessarily require a mental collapse of a person.
As long as the organization is lost, the soldiers cannot find generals, and the generals cannot find soldiers, the army will collapse.
But after finding and reorganizing the organization, we can still fight.
On the contrary, even if everyone in the back line is fighting like now, but the commander cannot mobilize anyone, it will be a collapse for this army.
It is too easy to collapse in the wild at night, so Lu Chengcai must lead his troops into Yanshui Pass to rest.
As soon as he woke up in a safe environment, his military heroes came back again.
This situation is too powerless for the generals. In the face of defeat, even the famous generals in ancient times can only abandon their troops and retreat to the rear to reorganize.
The armies of Wang Mang, Fu Jian, and Ge Shuhan all collapsed here.
However, Lu Cheng was attacked in the dark.
With the pass in front and thieves behind him, his soldiers didn't even have a chance to break up.
Bao Bao always had no such thoughts: "But general, the rear line is in chaos, lead your servants to break out!"
"Military order, go to the front line to supervise the battle." Lu Cheng turned his head expressionlessly, looked at General Baoba and said, "Stabilize the morale of the troops in the front line, otherwise all the soldiers will die, how can you and I have any shame in surviving?"
Generally speaking, Lu Cheng, the guerrilla general on the Yansui Middle Road, has a higher military rank, but the commander of Yanshui Pass is not his subordinate, and there is no reporting relationship between them.
But at this time, anyone standing in the position of Chief Bao would be happy to obey the orders of his superior.
The combat effectiveness of the army comes from organization. The more effective the organization, the higher the combat effectiveness.
General Manager Bao suppressed his fear of the collapse of the rear line, clasped his fists and said, "I accept your orders!"
Even so, when I walked up to the formation, I couldn't help but turn my head and look back.
The fighting in the rear formation became the background. He saw Lu Cheng taking a torch from the soldiers on the left and right, still looking at him expressionlessly.
In other words, the soldier looked past him and towards the battle formation, still able to maintain some sense in the campfire.
It's not that Lu Cheng isn't nervous or scared, but he firmly believes that he is right.
From beginning to end, I didn’t make any wrong judgment or decision.
He admitted that he had lost the battle due to being outschemed.
But it was impossible for him, a dignified guerrilla general, to surrender to the thieves.
It is even more impossible to leave the soldiers and lead the family to break out.
In the panic of the Chinese army, eight servants each held a big flag. Lu Cheng raised a torch and lit one side. He stood upright under the burning flag and asked the sergeants on the left and right to shout with him.
"The guerrilla general Lu Cheng is here on the middle road of Yansui Town. The officers and soldiers are gathering towards me to form a formation to ward off the thieves!"
The burning flag is like a beacon in the darkness before dawn.
The unanimous shouts of more than thirty sergeants resounded throughout the battlefield, allowing the officers and soldiers who were fighting each other to find a backbone, and also caused the long-silent artillery on the city to roar again.
Shells smashed into the earth.
The sergeants who had just gathered scattered again, like earth peeled away by cannonballs.
Only Lu Cheng, who took over the burning flag amidst the screams of the broken-armed sergeant, kept his spine straight and walked towards the collapsed and scattered soldiers with his head held high.
"I'm not afraid, so what are you afraid of? Don't be afraid, form a formation to guard the thieves, and follow me to break through!
Even if he died in battle, Guerrilla Lu Cheng would be buried with him, which would bring glory to the heroic soul! "
