There is a saying in the art of war: "One surge of strength will cause it to weaken, and three times it will be exhausted." ,
With the end of the second round of charges.
It wasn't just the hundreds of warm corpses that were mercilessly abandoned in the battlefield.
There is also the courage of more than half of the soldiers under Zheng Xuanjing's command.
Seeing that the enemy army was about to adjust its formation again.
Zheng Xuanjing immediately roared: "The Huns are about to die! Adjust your queue quickly! One more charge and we will win!"
The words are over.
The morale, which had been gradually sluggish, became slightly more active.
Zheng Xuanjing quickly adjusted his horse and roared again: "The general's reinforcements are already on the way! We can't let those reinforcements take away our credit!"
"Brothers! For the sake of fertile fields and fine wine! For the sake of picturesque beauties! Come with me! Kill!"
Stimulated by fertile fields, fine wine, and picturesque beauties, the sluggish morale began to rise again.
Don't give the soldiers too much time to react, otherwise they will be defeated in just a moment!
Zheng Xuanjing quickly looked around, feeling secretly anxious.
"rush ahead!"
Zheng Xuanjing looked up to the sky and roared angrily, and immediately rushed towards the enemy with a spear in hand.
The guards around him saw this and had no time to think too much.
"rush ahead!"
The guards around Zheng Xuanjing roared loudly and galloped wildly. After more than ten breaths, the guards successfully caught up with Zheng Xuanjing's horse.
The habits developed after years of training made them unconsciously put into attack formations.
Seeing that his general had already rushed away with his men.
The soldiers who had no time to distinguish the true from the false were afraid that the reinforcements would take away the credit.
One by one, the horses were summoned to quickly join the attack queue.
The originally low morale suddenly rose due to the trend of merit, fertile fields, wine, and picturesque beauties.
Not only does its momentum show no signs of drying up, but it reaches its peak at an extremely fast speed.
"rush!"
"kill!"
With the roaring in unison, their morale was already several times higher than the first charge.
"Zheng~!"
"Zheng~!"
"Zheng~!"
Countless sharp arrows shot up into the sky again.
Forming an airtight dragnet in mid-air.
"ah!"
"ah!
! "
One after another, wailing and screaming sounds continued to sound from the ranks of both warring parties.
However, no matter how loud the screams were.
None of them can shake the crazily charging horse in the slightest!
"boom!"
Zheng Xuanjing's bodyguard, who was charging ahead, accidentally collided with the Huns' horses.
Before the guard could scream, he briefly lost consciousness under the huge impact.
Then he fell straight off his horse.
This fall, there is no possibility of recovery in this life.
Behind him were countless people who had known each other day and night in the past, carrying spears or swords.
He drove the war horse crazily, stepped straight over his body, and killed the Huns in front.
It's too late, it's fast.
In just over a hundred breaths, hundreds more warm corpses were added to the battlefield.
"Hoo~! Hoo~!"
After the third round of charges, Zheng Xuanjing lay on his horse and panted violently.
Zheng Xuanjing gasped and quickly turned his head to look around him.
….
After three rounds of fierce charges.
Of the more than 3,500 soldiers under his command, only more than 2,000 were left.
Three rounds of charges washed away more than a thousand of his soldiers!
This result undoubtedly made Zheng Xuanjing heartbroken.
Of course.
Not at this time
That’s when it’s time to calculate gains and losses.
Zheng Xuanjing turned his horse's head and adjusted his queue while looking at the Huns cavalry in the distance.
The expected defeat did not happen.
Moreover, the Huns are about to adjust their formation and will launch the fourth round of charge soon.
"Oops!"
Zheng Xuanjing's expression suddenly changed when he saw this.
Then he quickly turned his head to look at the soldiers around him.
It is true that blessings never come in pairs, and misfortunes never come alone.
At this time, the soldiers who had a chance to breathe saw that the enemy army was still as powerful as a rainbow.
The soldiers who lost their robes one after another couldn't help but feel timid.
Some people even doubt whether there are really reinforcements.
"Can't wait any longer!"
Zheng Xuanjing was secretly worried if his morale was allowed to gradually decline.
So there is absolutely no possibility of his survival today.
"Brothers! The Huns can no longer hold on!"
"Everyone, follow me and launch the final charge!"
"After this round of charge! I will reward each person with thirty taels of silver from my own pocket!"
Zheng Xuanjing immediately roared again.
However, the imagined situation that there must be a brave man under the heavy reward did not appear.
There was even a rout at the rear of his team.
"Lieutenant Xun, take a hundred people to the rear of the formation. Anyone who leaves the battle formation without authorization will be killed without mercy."
Zheng Xuanjing took a deep breath of the hot air, and then whispered an order to the captain beside him.
"Follow the order!"
Colonel Xun wiped the blood from his face violently, then clasped his fists and saluted.
When Captain Xun's figure retreated five or six steps.
With a solemn face, Zheng Xuanjing whispered to the guards beside him: "After this round of charge, don't slow down, just continue charging with me."
The bodyguard beside him was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, and then quickly responded: "Follow the order!"
Zheng Xuanjing nodded slightly, then raised his head and roared: "Brothers! The Huns can't hold it anymore! The last round of charge! After the charge! The living ones will be rewarded with fifty taels of silver! The dead ones will also be rewarded with thirty taels of silver!"
"Follow me and charge! Kill!"
After roaring, Zheng Xuanjing once again took the lead and charged at the front.
However, the response of his soldiers was so slow this time.
When he rushed fifty or sixty steps away, his soldiers followed him sparsely.
The morale of Zheng Xuan's troops during this charge was much higher than before.
Zheng Xuanjing's heart trembled, and he slowed down quietly.
After the large group of people caught up, they roared and charged madly again.
However, in this moment of delay.
The Huns cavalry had already reached within a hundred paces.
Zheng Xuanjing was shocked and roared loudly: "Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!"
At this time, it was too late to draw the bow and arrow, let alone think about anything else.
Zheng Xuanjing suddenly bent down and lay on the horse's back.
With a rein in one hand and a gun in the other, his legs hit the horse's belly quickly and violently.
Trying to increase the speed of the war horse under his crotch.
It's too late, it's fast.
The distance of more than a hundred steps is just a blink of an eye for the fast-moving war horses.
….
"Ding~"
"Ding, ding, ding!"
Several arrows dropped from the sky and the Huns' cavalry arrived one after another.
The iron arrow hit Zheng Xuanjing's stomach, causing sparks to shoot out.
Zheng Xuanjing ignored the severe pain in his body, gritted his teeth and continued to lie on the horse and charge towards the Huns.
"Pfft!"
At the moment when he was about to come into contact with a Hun cavalry.
Zheng Xuanjing stabbed out the spear in his hand.
Under the huge impact of the war horse, the spear directly penetrated the abdomen of the Hun cavalry.
Too late to change tactics, more
There was no time to draw the spear.
The moment the spear hit the Hun cavalry, Zheng Xuanjing suddenly let go of the spear in his hand.
Then he quickly pulled out the saber from his waist.
"Dang~!" There was a loud sound.
Before Zheng Xuanjing could wave his sword, a bright spark appeared on his chest.
A Hun scimitar struck the breastplate of his armor impartially.
The horse's forward momentum continued, and Zheng Xuanjing, who had no time to take revenge, endured the severe pain in his body and waved the saber in his hand crazily.
The most dangerous situation is close combat.
When the fourth round of charge is about to end.
General Pi Zheng Xuanjing had been stabbed several times, and there were two Xiongnu feather arrows stuck in his back.
Without the protection of his armor and stomach, he would have died countless times.
"drive!"
Seeing that the charge was about to end, Zheng Xuanjing suddenly dropped the saber in his hand.
Quickly take out the riding whip from the horse's belly bag.
Then he waved the riding crop in his hand wildly.
The war horse was in pain and became faster and faster.
Rout!
From now on!
No more stops!
"Uu~!"
After the fourth round of charge, the Xiongnu's thousands of cavalry and long corpses quickly reined in their horses.
Then he turned his horse's head expressionlessly and prepared to launch the fifth round of charge.
For the Hun Wolf Guard, the enemy will never stop charging.
Of course.
When he turned the horse's head, what happened in front of him made a smile appear on his expressionless face.
[A book-chasing book recommended to me by an old book friend I have known for ten years, @
The school captain was inevitably overtaken by the Huns cavalry.
In the end, he was dragged off his horse and his skull was smashed alive by the Huns with a hammer.
The stomach blocked countless open and hidden arrows, but it was unable to reach the hammer attack that was the size of a baby's fist.
Every breath of time, a large number of Zheng Xuanjing's soldiers would die miserably.
As their general, Zheng Xuanjing, he never looked back at them since the fourth round of charges.
Zheng Xuanjing carried two feather arrows stuck in his armor and kept hitting the horse under his crotch.
"Faster! Faster! Faster!"
"There are still five miles! There are still five miles to go to Xiang Hongbu!"
Zheng Xuanjing slapped the horse on his crotch and roared loudly with a ferocious expression.
As the war horse continues to move forward.
In addition to the whistling wind, another sound appeared in Zheng Xuanjing's ears.
Countless sounds of horse hooves, howls, and screams came from three miles ahead!
Zheng Xuanjing shook his head violently while controlling the horse.
After confirming that the sound coming from the front was not his imagination.
Zheng Xuanjing's heart suddenly went cold.
"Oops!"
Zheng Xuanjing screamed in horror.
Then he quickly turned his head and looked behind him.
Except for more than twenty personal guards, there was no other figure behind him.
Zheng Xuanjing's heart couldn't help but feel completely cold.
After he saw the Hun cavalry chasing after him a mile away.
The cold sweat that had been dried on Zheng Xuanjing's back couldn't help but break out again.
"Let's go! Go around!"
Zheng Xuanjing roared and quickly controlled the horse to go around.
After a while.
When there was no more sound of fighting behind him.
Zheng Xuanjing was brave enough to quickly turn his head and look behind him.
Zheng Xuanjing couldn't help but feel sad when he saw that only seven or eight of the twenty or so personal guards who had been closely following him were left.
Two lines of turbid tears slowly flowed out from the corners of his eyes.
"General...general...the Huns...the Huns are not pursuing us."
A guard behind him gasped and spoke with difficulty.
Zheng Xuanjing nodded slightly. In fact, the first thing he saw after turning his head was the pursuers behind him.
After seeing that there were no pursuers behind him, he looked at the guards behind him with lightning speed.
"Dismount and rest for a while."
Zheng Xuanjing roared and then gradually slowed down his horse speed.
After the horse came to a complete stop, Zheng Xuanjing got off the horse.
….
Then he quickly took out a bag of water from the horse's abdominal pocket.
After biting open the mouth of the water bag, Zheng Xuanjing poured water into his mouth without saying a word.
Within a few breaths, the water in the water bag completely bottomed out.
"Who has water there?"
The moment he put down the empty water bag, Zheng Xuanjing seemed to suddenly realize something and asked quickly.
"General...general...I have...I still have a half-water bag of clear water here."
Upon hearing this, a guard hurriedly stopped drinking water, shook the water bag and replied.
Zheng Xuanjing reached out to take the water bag, and then shouted loudly: "Stop drinking, and clean the horse's nose quickly!"
Said.
Zheng Xuanjing walked straight towards the war horse lying on the grass with a water bag in hand.
Clean its nostrils quickly and feed it with clean water.
Just when it was feeding water.
Zheng Xuanjing vaguely seemed to hear the sound of horse hooves.
After realizing something was wrong, Zheng Xuanjing quickly fell to the ground.
After listening quietly for a few breaths.
Zheng Xuanjing stood up with a look of horror on his face and said, "Hurry up! The Huns are chasing us!"
Before he finished speaking, Zheng Xuan
Jing was already sitting firmly on the horse's back.
After the war horse slowly stood up.
Zheng Xuanjing suddenly raised the whip in his hand, "Pah!" , slapped the war horse with a loud sound.
"drive!"
Zheng Xuanjing roared angrily and drove his horse forward again.
Unexpectedly.
When he just set off, a large number of broken troops appeared behind him.
If his predictions were correct, there would be pursuers after the rout.
Nothing else.
When he was lying on the ground, he heard the sound of two kinds of horse hooves at the same time.
A kind of disorganization.
A kind of chaos and order.
"General...general!"
"Where...where are we going."
Just as Zheng Xuanjing was galloping on his horse, a guard quickly caught up with Zheng Xuanjing and asked loudly.
"Go..." Zheng Xuanjing was stunned when he heard this.
Just now he was just running for his life, so how could he know where to go?
Zheng Xuanjing was thinking crazily while controlling the horse and running wildly.
After a few breaths.
Zheng Xuanjing said loudly: "Go forward! Find the general!"
Jibu is finished.
Xiang Motadabu is also finished.
According to Zheng Xuanjing, Tong Anguo, who was on guard ten miles to the left of the army, and He Rongshan, who was on guard ten miles to the right of the army.
If nothing unexpected happens, it should be over by now.
In his opinion, King Zuogu Li of the Xiongnu obviously had the wishful thinking that the first battle would be the decisive battle.
At this time, enemy troops were everywhere on the Mobei grassland.
Currently, there are only seven or eight personal guards left.
No matter which direction you run, you will inevitably die in the end.
In this case, it is better to rush directly to the most dangerous place.
What if you can fish in troubled waters and sneak into the army?
In addition, there was another more important reason that forced Zheng Xuanjing to make this decision.
That is, the war horses under his command are about to reach their limit.
The same is true for the war horses surrounding him.
If a war horse is lost on the grassland, it will die slowly without the Huns coming to kill it.
More than a quarter of an hour later.
Zheng Xuanjing looked at the large bamboo stick in the distance with despair on his face.
The flag hanging on the big banner is not the familiar character Li.
It is a lifelike picture of a wolf howling at the moon.
At the same time, countless corpses were lying on the ground in the distance.
….
Civil servants, auxiliary soldiers, war horses, war soldiers, and Huns cavalry.
Countless corpses dyed the grass bright red.
Countless pieces of burned food, grass and baggage were emitting billowing black smoke.
"It's over."
"It's over."
"It's all over."
Zheng Xuanjing looked at everything in front of him, searching for his own figure helplessly.
Of course.
I looked for grass, but there was no old friend there.
at the same time.
A group of Huns cavalry wearing half armor and numbering more than a hundred people.
It rushed towards him like a mad dog out of its cage.
"Give me a knife!"
When there was no way to escape, the ferocity in Zheng Xuanjing's heart was completely aroused.
"General! Here!"
The guard roared with grief in his eyes, and then drove his horse closer to Zheng Xuanjing.
There was a soft sound of "Puff".
The guard slashed his own throat with the knife in his hand, and then handed the knife to Zheng Xuanjing with his last smile.
"Let's go! Wait for me!"
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
Zheng Xuanjing roared several times and slashed the horse's buttocks under his crotch!
The war horses were in pain and rushed towards the Huns in front of them crazily.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
The few remaining guards looked at each other, raised their swords and roared, followed Zheng Xuanjing closely and launched the last charge in their lives.
"Kill~!"
With a roar, Zheng Xuanjing and seven personal guards rushed into the Huns' hundred-man team as if they were dead.
"Killing one is enough! Killing two is enough!"
"Brothers! Let's see who can kill more on the road to hell!"
"The one who killed less! When we get to the underworld, I invite you guys to drink!"
"Don't worry, General! One of my subordinates has already killed one! That's enough!"
"Hahaha!"
"I killed three of them! Hahaha!"
After a while.
Except for the laughter that was slowly dissipating in the world.
There were no more voices from Zheng Xuanjing and the seven personal guards.
Ice tea is always there
