A white line plowed into the black Wuhuan army formation.
"ah"
"God"
"Fight back! Fight back!"
There was a lot of noise.
But Hu Er, who was already covered in blood, smiled brightly.
"Hu Er! Hu Er!"
The noble weapon spear in his hand swept left and right, and there was no enemy in front of him.
The armored cavalry were terrifyingly indifferent, and they only killed people.
The white line sank deeper and deeper into the black mass. Later, the traces left by the plowing of the white line were filled with black. Even so, Hu Er and the others still did not stop.
Rain of arrows!
Rusty!
On both sides of Wuhuan, countless arrows rained down like waterfalls.
The war was raging for a moment. I had just listened to King Wuhuan's order to organize the army, but why the next second, the enemy had already arrived.
Many Wuhuan people included did not have time to react.
As for those on the outside, the moment Zhang Qi's army pressed forward, the tragic casualties had already made them feel timid.
"The sword and shield are in front!"
"Javelins, spears, bows and arrows to harvest the enemy!"
On the hormonal battlefield, the clear female voice is like a lark in winter.
But this lark also brings death.
The wolf cubs, whose attitude was completely different from that of the outside grassland battle formations, formed a dense battle group and began to remove the carrion outside Wuhuan's thigh like a boning knife.
The general operation of a lawnmower kept cutting down the Wuhuan people on the outside.
However, they have few people and their scope of influence is not large.
The two armies of Ying and Wang Li dominated the battle.
Where is Zhang Qi?
He was not in the battle formation. The moment the war was ignited, he was the brains of the entire army.
The drummers and flag bearers were outside the battlefield. He found a high point and the flag bearers were beside him, directing the drummers to switch drum beats.
The two armies were like fishermen pulling a net in a dry pond. Driven by them, the Wuhuan people were like fish in a pond that had lost its way, constantly driving in one direction.
Surrounding three and attacking one is always the best way to play.
No matter how Wuhuan Qianchang Baichang scolded them, under the coercion of life and death, many Wuhuan people retreated in one direction.
"Close the net!"
Zhang Qi shouted loudly.
The drummers stopped immediately, and then, the drum beats became denser and raindrop-like, spreading all around from the big skin drum.
"kill!!!"
As soon as the drum beat changed, Wang Li's soldiers, who had been restrained at first, instantly transformed into blood-sea beasts. Three or four months of non-stop grassland massacres turned this group of people into full-fledged war machines.
Cooperation is tacit.
Block the gun and hit the target.
The side horse is short.
Group after group, these guys are like the most precise parts of an instrument, interlocking with each other.
The battlefield began to surround one side, and the white line that initially entered the black military formation burst out from the end of the military formation. Splashes of blood exploded in mid-air. Hu Er spit out a piece of meat in his mouth with a ferocious look on his face.
"Hu Er! Hu Er!!!"
The armored cavalry rushed out of the military formation without stopping for a moment. They rushed straight for thousands of meters before turning their horses around with the help of distance.
"Ah!! Hu Er!!"
Turning his horse around, Hu Er placed his feet on the stirrups that did not belong to this era and roared with the uniformed cavalry into the military formation again.
Once again, people were on their backs and their horses were overturned.
The Wuhuan people began to cry.
I really cried.
Some Wuhuan people who were lucky enough to survive facing Hu Er had snot and tears staining their faces.
Are they new recruits?
It's not that the grassland people don't have recruits. They have been practicing war skills on horseback since they were young, but the objects of practice are cattle and sheep.
But now, it seems that they are the ones who are the cattle and the sheep.
No one cares if Zhang Qi's army falls one or two, but if one or two of their men fall, dozens or hundreds of people will be implicated.
There was no opposition from the beginning of the war. Zhang Qi's people were not afraid of death and even looked forward to death, while Wuhuan's people were afraid of death.
When many people died, they became afraid and panicked.
The Wuhuan people on horseback were not the infantry of the Han Dynasty. When faced with a scene of death, they could escape!
So chaos, everything is chaos.
No one listens to Bai Chang Qian Chang's orders anymore. Every Wuhuan person is working hard for a living.
"Persuade to surrender!"
Zhang Qi yelled again.
The flag bearer around him quickly retreated and rushed towards the drummer and trumpeter to wave the flag to persuade them to surrender.
The drum beat stopped.
Trumpets sounded.
The smoke of gunpowder dispersed, and the troops from all branches were killing the enemy while shouting that those who dismounted and knelt down would avoid death.
No one believed it at first.
But gradually more and more people believe.
The horse neighed and ran into the distance.
The man on his knees was shivering.
The smell of rust makes people breathless, but these killing gods are as sweet as honey.
The fighting lasted from noon to dusk.
During this period, they fought in various places, extending the battlefield to more than ten kilometers.
They run away, we chase them, but they can't fly.
With the armored cavalry around, no one could escape, and the time to wait for death was nothing more than a matter of time.
Hu Ling took in the prisoners.
A wise man will die if he tries to escape; a fool will live if he is gullible.
Blood irrigates the earth, and next year the water plants here will be more fertile than other places.
Zhang Qi stepped on the sticky ground and arrived at the center of the battlefield.
Hu Er smiled like an innocent child being patted on the head by Hu Ling.
After Zhang Qi arrived, he crawled over again, licked his face and asked Zhang Qi innocently: "Hey, Your Majesty, Hu Erli is not that good, go, go, go, hey."
Amused by his appearance, Zhang Qi also touched his head and praised: "Awesome! I will make a cake for you when I get home."
"Hehe, well, Hu Er likes cakes, they're sweet."
Zhang Qi smiled and looked at Hu Ling: "How are the casualties among the boys?"
Hu Ling breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, there is not much pressure on our side, and our cooperation is tacit, so there are no casualties."
"But Captain Wang's side"
Hu Ling frowned when she heard the familiar clothes and corpses lying on the ground when she was collecting the prisoners: "It's not good anyway. The medical team has all passed. There must be a lot of casualties."
Zhang Qi sighed and nodded. It was inevitable that Wang Li would suffer heavy casualties. In other words, if Ying's army also swept across the grassland with Zhang Qi, then his casualties would not be small.
Faith is a double-edged sword. It can make people fearless, and another meaning of fearlessness is to embrace death.
"Where are the prisoners?"
Changing the topic, Zhang Qi asked again.
"Our department has captured more than 1,200 prisoners and has handed them over to Lieutenant Eagle. It is roughly estimated that the number of prisoners captured will not be less than 4,000."
"Colonel Wang Li has already followed the soldiers to chase the deserters. I think there may be more."
"That's right. Wuhuan is much larger than Xianbei. I just don't know if these eight thousand are from the royal court headquarters or from the alliance of various ministries. I hope it is the alliance of various ministries, otherwise the war will not stop for a while, right. Now, where is King Wuhuan?"
Zhang Qi was very confused, why didn't he see King Wuhuan among the deserters? Could it be that he was as miserable as King Xianbei?
Hu Ling pointed her finger in the direction that Zhang Qi had just walked in and said with some embarrassment: "Well, Your Majesty, that piece of rotten flesh over there is King Wuhuan."
Forehead.
(End of chapter)
