Cao Ren took the lead and rushed into the enemy's formation again.
At the same time, Cao Jun's five thousand soldiers and horses were in close combat with Wu Jun. The soldiers had been verbally insulted by the enemy in turn and were extremely angry. At this time, everyone is fighting for the lead. The comrades in front fall, and those behind them make up for them. If they fall again, those behind them make up for themselves.
An angry army is terrifying. At this moment, they only have enemies in their eyes and no longer fear of death.
Wu Jun was shocked by this momentum, and gradually his morale was shaken and he became timid. His left and right wings were already in danger of being defeated. Lingtong Lu Meng and other Dongwu generals worked hard to encourage the soldiers, but the Wu army's decline gradually formed.
The balance of victory finally began to tip towards Cao Ren.
The last weight that tipped the balance was Cao Ren's dozen cavalrymen.
On Cao Ren's side, he led Song Xin and a dozen other knights to fight left and right, and found many missing knights from Cao's army. The knights brought in by Niujin were already exhausted. The hands holding the swords were shaking, and the blood had made the handles slippery. However, in order to keep the swords from falling out of their hands, they wrapped the sword belts around their hands. If the blade of the knife is broken, stab it with the tip; if the tip of the knife is broken, smash it with the back of the knife; if the back of the knife is crooked, grab the weapon of the dead Wu army and continue to kill.
In short, none of them surrendered.
Wu Jun's soldiers were indeed frightened by this desperate energy. In the end, they just separated and surrounded these knights in groups of dozens, but they did not dare to step forward.
At this time, several isolated islands were formed in the enemy's military formation.
Song Ya was holding a broken knife and half a spear in his other hand. He and dozens of his comrades were surrounded by Wu troops and could not escape. He mounted his horse and charged hard, knocking over a Wu cavalryman face to face. Then he was slashed on the back by several people behind him. If it weren't for the protection of heavy armor, he would have been cut in half.
In addition to anger, Song Ya also had the determination to regard death as home. At this time, people will smile in the face of death. It’s just going to another world.
There were tears in Song Ya's eyes, but not because he was afraid of death, but because he was excited to transform into a real warrior.
His Diamond Talisman had already been used up. At first, Wu Jun was shocked by this invulnerable man, but when the effectiveness of the Diamond Talisman wore off, Song Ya's leg was pierced by a spear. The enemy knew that this invulnerable guy , can still be killed.
Wu Jun went from fear to excitement. They regarded Song Ya as the richest prey and wanted to cut him into pieces with knives and then devour his flesh, blood and soul. Seeing that he was exhausted and fell off his horse, some people began to deliberately play tricks on him. They first stabbed his horse to death, and then deliberately used a spear to open his leg armor, and then another person stabbed him with a spear.
"Don't hurt my brother!" A voice came from far away. Seeing Song Ya's situation, Song Xin felt like a knife was twisting in his heart. He spurred his horse to gallop, then he dismounted and used earth escape to burrow into the ground. It suddenly jumped out from behind and sliced horizontally in the air. In an instant, several Wu soldiers and their weapons were sliced into two pieces.
He burrowed into the ground again and came out next to Song Ya. He moved left and right with the Tiangang footwork. He was as crazy as a ghost. He slashed left and right with his long sword. In an instant, countless weapons were cut off and heads flew up. When he got to Song Ya's side, he took another picture of the Vajra Talisman on him. Then he picked him up, ran to the horse, and put him on the saddle. He jumped up, clamped his legs, and the war horse raised its hooves and ran towards Jiangling.
Song Ya felt like he was lifted up by something, and then there was another jolt, and he gradually lost consciousness.
"Did we win?" he asked drowsily before passing out.
Song Xin took the lead and rushed out of the Wu army's formation. The soldiers of the Wu army on both sides did not dare to stop him. The young general of the Cao army had extremely sharp swordsmanship and sharp weapons.
It has to be said that even if Wei Tong's sword is not strengthened by spiritual power, it is still a sharp weapon that can cut iron like mud. Whether it is a weapon or a person, it can be split into two pieces in one stroke.
Song Xin could still burrow into the ground and come out again. No matter how much he slashed at him, he wouldn't get hurt. Instead, his own weapons would break. This scared everyone so much that they thought they were seeing ghosts and got out of the way.
Cao Ren happened to have gathered the knights brought by Niu Jin. When he saw the space where Song Xin rushed out, he rushed out with a roar. Those knights were already exhausted. When they saw their way out, they followed Cao Ren and rushed out. Many people's horses had fallen dead and they could only break out on foot.
So far, among the three hundred knights of Cao Ren and Niu Jin, only dozens of people were killed and dozens of injured. There were no casualties among the dozen cavalrymen led by Cao Ren himself!
This battle greatly boosted the morale of Cao's army!
The other five thousand soldiers and horses charged bravely and finally defeated the left and right wings of the Wu army. Nearly a hundred of the five thousand men were killed, and Wu's army suffered countless casualties. Zhou Yu was horrified when he saw the performance of Cao's soldiers in this battle. But he had no choice but to shake his head and ordered the troops to withdraw back to the camp.
Cao Ren refused to pursue him and ordered his five thousand men to retreat into the city.
This battle is the shame of a bloody Yiling offensive and defensive battle! The shame of one-blood Chibi!
The officers and soldiers of Cao's army stood at the top of the city, looking at their comrades covered in blood, with wounds everywhere, and losing more than half of their horses. Many of them shed tears.
Chen Jiao, who initially blocked Cao Ren from saving Niu Jin, also had tears in his eyes. Seeing how powerful Cao Ren was, he wiped away his tears with his sleeves and sighed: "General Cao is truly a heavenly man!"
Cao Ren's battle will leave his name in history!
The soldiers walked down the tower and spontaneously lined up on both sides of the street to stand in silence, watching their comrades who had returned from the bloody battle carrying the dead soldiers past them. They looked dirty and slovenly, covered in blood, and their clothes and armor were disheveled. No, heroes are not golden helmets and bright armor, or delicate fair faces with spring-like faces, red lips and white teeth. Heroes are just like them, covered in dust and blood.
Cao's soldiers on both sides knelt down on one knee to show respect to them. At this point, the morale of Cao's army was greatly boosted, and the haze of the defeat of Chibi and the loss of Yiling was swept away.
In the General Office Medical Center, Song Xin was preparing medicine for Song Ya and Niu Jin to recover their wounds. Cao Ren, Xu Huang and other generals looked at the two men quietly.
Niu Jin and Song Ya's fingers could no longer break apart at this time. Due to holding the weapon tightly for a long time, the fingers became stiff and needed to be soaked in warm water for half an hour. Niu Jin had woken up and saw everyone looking at him, "General, has Zhou Yu retreated?"
"Well, retreat. General Niu defeated Zhou Yu's army with 300 men."
"Haha...ha...ha, little Zhou Lang, you must have fallen into the hands of my old cow today, cough, cough..."
Song Ya hasn't woken up yet. The medical officer said that Song Ya is just exhausted and needs to drink some water and rice, and he will wake up soon. Song Xin prepared the medicine, helped Song Ya apply it on the wound, and then covered him with quilt. He said, "Thank you generals for saving my cousin. Please accept Song Xin's bow." He knelt down and bowed to the generals.
Cao Ren came over and helped him up, "Brother Song Xin and Song Ya, from now on I, Cao Zixiao, will recognize you two as brothers."
"Song Xin has met eldest brother."
"Haha, okay, okay, okay, come and let me have a drink to celebrate."
"Old cows also want to drink..."
"You have wounds all over your body, so you shouldn't drink alcohol, General Niu." Xu Huang said.
"Hey, that's right, but Lao Niu killed very happily today."
"General, do we want to pay homage to our comrades who died in battle?" Song Xin asked.
"Well, I have prepared the ceremonial objects. When the restraint is over, we will go out to worship together."
"Okay." Song Xin replied.
Song Xin recalled that he was worshiping Li Cheng and the skeletons of more than 300 people who had died unjustly in the swamp. The killing at that time was somewhat similar to now, but there was something else here. He could only feel it, but he couldn't tell what it was.
It turned out that he looked at the world as a bystander, or from God's perspective. Now he feels that he has become a part of them and a part of the grand history, but only an insignificant part.
Those soldiers who died in battle could not be buried in peace, but could only be burned, because the dead bodies would stink and become sick. Their ashes will be scattered into the lake, and the only thing left is a tablet with their names engraved on them.
When the tablet also decayed, the name became blurred. These names will never be remembered again, as if they had never been in this world. Countless people will come and go like this in the future.
This is the fate of mortals...
At the same time, in Zhou Yu's army, he was also looking at the bodies of countless brothers who died in battle, piled outside the camp. These soldiers of Wu's army also wanted to be burned like Cao's army. Zhou Yu, Cheng Pu, Lu Su, Lu Meng, Ling Tong and other generals looked at these fallen soldiers.
Silence.
Almost at the same time. Songs rang out from both camps.
"Does it mean there are no clothes?" "Does it mean there are no clothes?"
"I share the same robe with you." "I share the same robe with you."
"The king thrives in his teacher" "The king thrives in his teacher"
"Repair my spear" "Repair my spear"
"I have the same hatred as my son" "I have the same hatred as my son"
Both sides chanted this poem for the deceased in unison, and the voices could still be heard even though they were ten miles apart. The voices on both sides rise and fall, echoing each other. It was as if they were jointly worshiping the deceased of both parties.
"How can I say that I have no clothes? I wear the same clothes as you. The king raised his army and repaired my armor. I went with you...
"Captain"
"Oh, Zijing, what's the matter?" Zhou Yu looked at the burning remains of the soldiers, without looking back, and just responded to Lu Su softly.
Lu Su looked at Zhou Yu's back. When they met, Zhou Yu was a high-spirited young hero. The two slept together and talked happily. The song is wrong, Zhou Langgu married Xiao Qiao, organized the naval army, fought in Chibi, and helped the Lord to rule Jiangdong for justice, how heroic and majestic he was.
The wind was blowing gently, and Zhou Yu's back now looked a little decadent, desolate and slightly sick. Even, under his helmet, Lu Su could see a few white hairs. There are also a few more silver strands in his beard.
"Captain, victory or defeat is a common matter for military officers."
"Well, don't worry, Zijing. I'm not worried about this." Zhou Yu replied softly.
...
"Song Xin, I saw a lot of people looking at you." Xiaoyu suddenly said.
"Xiaoyu, are they those who died?"
"Yes."
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