The battle is far from over, because it is not a good idea to kneel down on the battlefield and ask for surrender.
If someone really did this, they would either have their heads chopped off by the charging enemy soldiers in exchange for military honors, or they would be knocked over and trampled to death by their own people who were running like wolves.
Moreover, very few people can remain calm in such a life-or-death situation.
One hundred thousand people! Once you start crying and screaming, you can cut off all external sounds and cut off any reason.
For those who are not familiar with this scene, you can imagine what it would be like if a pet cat at home was stressed. What would a hundred thousand stressed cats, even just cats, be like!
Therefore, although the corpses of the devouring army lay everywhere and blood flowed everywhere, the number of those who fell was only a few thousand to ten thousand.
Most of the remaining people, like night owls with their hair blown off, ran frantically toward the fortress they thought was safe.
Although the place is open, there are only a few strongholds, so the area for pursuit is relatively narrow. Although the soldiers of the Zhuxia Alliance are chasing and fighting, not many can really get close to the enemy.
These warriors who were lucky enough to be in the front row had their bow strings broken, their blades cut off, and even their iron whips were broken. Their axes and bones were wrapped in flesh and bone and lost their original appearance.
But the cannibal still seems to be boundless, and it can't be killed no matter how hard it is.
The sky was getting dark, and the strongholds of the cannibals were constantly being breached. Countless cannibals were driven out and killed alive, but the casualties of the soldiers of the Zhuxia coalition also began to increase.
Because by this time, not only were the Great Cannibals in a state of stress and could only resist instinctively without any organization, but the Zhuxia coalition forces had also basically lost control.
Except for the captain and general Yuhou below, even Du Yuhou was unable to fully concentrate his troops.
Seeing this, Cao Bin immediately came to remind Zhang Xianyu, and Zhang Xianyu also recovered from the great excitement.
He couldn't help but be excited, because this battle was really risky.
The food of the Zhuxia coalition forces has indeed been eaten up. If they really can't break through the blockage of the big cannibal, if they can't connect with the third fort more than ten miles away, I'm afraid they can only break out with elite troops. The battle of Talas will be reappeared.
Now that he had succeeded with one blow, how could he not be so excited that he could not control himself.
Zhang Xianyu, who came to his senses, personally held a copper rod and sounded the big chil that ordered the retreat.
The crisp sound spread across the battlefield. After hearing the commander start ringing the gold, the commander, Du Yuhou, Jiang Yuhou and other mid-level officers also began to ring the big trumpet they carried personally or by ordering the guards.
After hearing the clanging of the bells, the troops at the grassroots level immediately gathered five officers with silver-white suns on their iron helmets or leather jackets around them.
Those who can embellish or embroider the silver sun on their helmets are either fire chiefs or elite soldiers with military rank.
And these fire chiefs who were spotted by the team would immediately start to greet ten soldiers each. No matter whether the soldiers around them were under his command or not, they had to control them first.
Whenever a fire chief controls ten soldiers, he will ask them to shout "Yu Lin, Yu Lin" together.
After the battlefield was filled with the sounds of Ming Jin and Yu Lin, everyone began to regain their composure and quickly broke away from contact.
At this time, Zhang Xianyu quickly handed over the command to Cao Bin, and Cao Bin immediately ordered Zhang Xiantai, Lu Ketu, Li Congde, Shi Shouxin, Cui Han, Li Jixie, Liu Tingrang and other generals to control the troops respectively.
The first team to get the token immediately went to the upper reaches of the river to get water for drinking, and asked the soldiers to solve the problem of washing and excretion in the river on the spot.
The battle lasted for four hours intermittently, and everyone's throats were filled with smoke from thirst. Now that they had broken through the blockade of the Dashi Army, most of the Zhuxia coalition forces were finally able to drive to the river safely and smoothly.
As for why they wash and defecate in the river, well, that's because the cannibals' strongholds are basically located downstream. If the coalition forces do this above, it will pollute the water source.
At the same time, Cao Bin sent his cronies holding Zhang Xianyu's capital to deploy the Yamen flag, and immediately went to Jiasan Fort. He ordered the left-behind soldiers and civilians in the fort to prepare meals quickly, and notified the entire army to stabilize their morale.
After doing all this, Cao Bin ordered Zhang Xiantai and Lu Ketu, who had drank water, to each lead 7,000 prairie light armored hussars and unarmored archers, and set up layers of interception positions on the east and north sides of the Dashi Army Stronghold, and set up multiple interception positions. The flags made it look like there were armies everywhere.
This is because Zhang Xiantai has a large number of prairie light cavalry that have just been recruited from 120,000 households in the grassland, and Lu Ketu has Dinghai Qingqi with the original Xizubu people as the core.
These prairie cavalry have long since begun to train in the hard fighting skills of using kumiss, dried meat and vegetable leaves in accordance with the will of the Supreme Heaven.
They have a strong carrying capacity with three horses per person, and they are the only ones in the army who are allowed to carry kumiss on the eve of the decisive battle.
Therefore, the upper limit of these people's ability to endure hard fighting is very high. At this time, others are very hungry and thirsty, but they have supplemented with dried meat and kumiss on the way, and now they are still very energetic.
Now that these light cavalry are blocking the east and north sides, and the main force of the army is in the west, the cannibals have only one direction to escape - the south.
But this is the death trap set by Cao Bin. There are at least 60,000 to 70,000 people in the Great Food Army now. It is estimated that after a night of stabilizing the morale of the army, they still have a certain degree of combat effectiveness. If they continue to attack their stronghold, they will still be defeated. There is some danger.
But if they can be allowed to take the initiative to escape, it will be simple. The cavalry of the Zhuxia Alliance Army are numerous and elite, and they can pursue them all the way. They don't need to do much harm at all, and they can all be exhausted to death.
Otherwise, Cao Bin would have become a famous general in history. His mind was really meticulous and he took into account everything that could and should be considered in an instant.
On March 14th, the well-fed Zhuxia Allied Forces began to attack the Dashi Army. The method of attack was not hand-to-hand combat, but the use of strong bows to continuously shoot rockets at the Dashi Fortress.
Once a fire breaks out somewhere and the frightened cannibals leave the fort, they will be surrounded and suppressed.
This effect is very slow, but Cao Bin does not want to defeat the big cannibal quickly. It is already a must-win battle, so there is no need for his subordinates to risk their lives.
At the same time, Cao Bin also recruited all the civilians and asked them, under the leadership of a small number of soldiers, to constantly make noises and harass the food army in the middle of the night and early in the morning.
After three days of this, the cannibals couldn't bear it anymore. Rockets were bombarded from the sky during the day, and they couldn't sleep well at night. Although there was no shortage of food, the drinking water was almost all turbid excrement. Not to mention that it tasted terrible, and many people started to have diarrhea.
On March 18, Shah-Adud Daulai of the Bouveshi dynasty sent his confidant Hasan Shihna, the palace minister, with a carriage of gold and silver to ask for surrender.
Well, he didn't ask for surrender, but he hoped to redeem himself with gold and silver. He said that as long as he was willing to let Adudh Daulai leave, he could cede Rai and give ten times the amount of gold and silver.
There was a greedy look in Cao Bin's eyes. He didn't say yes or no, and in the end he rejected Hassan Shihner with an expression of great perseverance.
Hassan Shihna was overjoyed when he saw this. He immediately took the hand of Cao Bin's bodyguard after leaving the tent and promised that what he had just said was just on the surface. Secretly, Adud Daulai was willing to give five more carts of gold and silver and thirty The name Baghdad palace beauty was given to Cao Bin.
In the tent, Cao Bin sneered in the direction Hasan Shihner left, then turned to look at Zhang Xiantai who had been pretending to be a follower in the tent and said:
"Your Highness, King of Shu, get your cavalry ready, the big cannibal is about to break out!"
Sure enough, in the next two days, the Great Eater kept sending people to contact Cao Bin secretly, and even sent a cart of gold and silver.
And this box of gold and silver contained many things, and it looked like they had been pulled from the bodies of nobles and officers in the army.
Cao Bin was overjoyed and immediately quietly stated that he would immediately open an important gap in the east and south, reducing the garrison from 6,000 to 2,000.
At this time, I was happy to see Adud Daulai, who was mobilizing the Zhuxia coalition forces, smiling from the sentry tower.
In the early morning of March 21st, just as Cao Bin expected, the Great Eater suddenly led thousands of fine knights, followed by nearly ten thousand gods and warriors. In the faint light of dawn, they quietly moved towards the only remaining people. Two thousand people rushed to the weak point of the southeast gate.
But..., this is actually a huge trap.
. . . .
The little black bear Zhang Liechao took a breath. He wore a cloth-covered iron armor on the outside and a chainmail armor on the inside. He was holding in his hand the Mo knife that his father, the wild bear Zhang Zhaozhong, once used, named Broken Moon.
For more than half a year, Little Black Bear has not appeared on the battlefield because he was busy coordinating the military supplies and civilian deployments in Ningyuan and Anxi. He also punished some corrupt officials and promoted dozens of dedicated and talented civil and military personnel.
Since Zhang Xianyu didn't have time to deal with this kind of matter, only he, a famous general of Zhang Zhou's generation, who served as the commander of the bodyguard Ma Bu's personal army all year round, and the Zhang Zhou clan who grew up beside the emperor, was qualified to arrange it.
Next to the little black bear, the strong white and fat man on the left is Zhou Quanjie, a gentleman from 7,000 households in the food city of Song Dynasty, nicknamed Bai Zhuer.
In the past, when Yao Yuanfu recovered Broken Leaf, Bai Zhuer fought hundreds of White Wolf troops by himself, killing more than 60 people with hammers left and axes on the right. He gained a great reputation in the first battle. Although he is about to turn forty now, he is still A fearsome invincible warrior.
On the right is a strong man with ape-long hands, thick thighs, and an immobile mountain. He comes from the Luo Li family in Dangxiang, and his name is Luo (Li) Yechuan.
Not only could he hold a stone bow and shoot eight arrows in a row, but he was also good at wielding the Mo Dao. He was brave enough that no one could match him. When they recaptured Sui Ye, he and Bai Zhuer captured Sui Ye's main gate.
Behind Zhang Liechao, there were two strong men holding Mo knives and holding divine arm bows on their backs. They were impressive at first glance.
These two are the two sons of the Duke of Wucheng County. On the left is the elder brother Wang Yaorong, and on the right is the younger brother Wang Yaowu.
These two guys have only had muscles in their heads since they were little. From elementary school to Longtao Academy, with the two of them, others couldn't even get the last place in the exam even if they wrote blindly.
But apart from studying, the two young princes have been invincible in the circle of ministers since childhood.
At the age of twenty, their strength value among the descendants of the honorable ministers is already equal to the status of Zhang Liechao and Zhang Deqing among the descendants of the honorable ministers who are around thirty years old. They are both the kind of ceiling.
And among the two thousand people, not only is there this kind of killing god, but the rest of the soldiers are from Hanshandu, the left and right Yulin guards, the left and right Jinwu guards of the upper four guards, and the Hanhai Town, Wuwei Town, and the upper three towns. Zhang Zhou, who retired from Yingyang Town, or even deliberately retired, is absolutely elite.
The food army is about to hit the iron plate.
The rising sun was about to rise, and the sky was already glowing with golden light. It was only dawn when the food army pouring out of the fortress set off, but now it was completely dawn.
The famous general of the Bouveshi Dynasty, Mohammed Fasher, also from the Delam people, placed his most elite cavalry at the front.
Each of these cavalrymen wore iron armor, and their horses were carefully selected, and there were a total of three thousand riders.
Muhammad Fasher believed that if three thousand cavalry were used to attack the unprepared two thousand infantry, no matter how powerful the peach blossom stone men were, they would not be able to stop them.
Then he was dumbfounded, because in the distance, with their backs against the mountain pass where the sun was about to rise, the soldiers of the Xia Allied Army had long been waiting. The Mo knives in the hands of two thousand people were facing the sky, and were being reflected by the golden light of the rising sun. of gleaming.
Mohammad Fashir was shocked. When he looked at it, he saw that there was no unprepared peach blossom stone warrior on the opposite side, but the invincible God of War shrouded in golden light.
But he had no choice. The atmosphere had reached this point. Even if the opposite was the God of War, he had to charge. He drew out his saber, looked at the soldiers around him with fear on their faces and shouted loudly:
“It is your choice whether you will be a slave to the infidels or a warrior of Allah.”
After saying that, Muhammad Fasher took the lead and rushed towards the invincible Peach Blossom Stone army on the opposite side.
The inspired God Warriors also started to make a noise. Encouraged by the accompanying army Ahom, they began to chant the Quran loudly.
The cavalry also sang loudly together, and then followed Mohammed Fasher and began to charge slowly.
Zhang Lie was facing deathly silence.
What a joke, this kind of elite still needs to be mobilized and cheered up before the war, then they are not worthy of becoming Zhang Zhou's invincible elite.
Pride, pride, and sky-breaking fighting ability as well as perfect welfare and pension packages make them never fearful.
The sound of drums and horns sounded rapidly. This was not the sound of drums and horns attacking or retreating, but when the sound of drums and horns stopped, it was the time when thousands of arrows were fired.
The soldiers thrust their Mo Dao into the ground and took off their crossbows in a unhurried and consistent rhythm.
Forty steps!
Thirty steps!
It was getting closer and closer, and the nearby smoke and dust rushed into the mouths and noses of the soldiers. At this moment, the drums and horns stopped suddenly, the front row half-crouched, formed a three-fold formation, and stainless steel crossbow arrows shot out.
Only bursts of screams were heard, countless war horses fell to the ground with clang and clang, and countless feasting knights trembled like electric shocks, as if ripe fruits fell naturally from the tree, and fell into a puddle of rotten flesh with a snap.
The impact of the cavalry will not be like swooping in like thunder and smashing everything, because such cavalry almost does not exist.
If he existed, no enemy could defeat them except machine guns and artillery.
But it was obvious that the cannibal cavalry was still far, far away from such elites. Their seemingly swift charge immediately turned into a slow and crowded forward after encountering a powerful long-range strike.
And this is Mo Daojun's favorite enemy. He has simple armor and slow speed, but he is still squeezed forward.
"Kill!" Zhang Liechao shouted loudly, and brothers Bai Zhuer, Luo Yechuan, Wang Yaorong, and Wang Yaowu, and more than a thousand soldiers immediately abandoned their crossbows and drew their swords and stepped forward.
With the golden light of the sun, the sword slashed from top to bottom, wave after wave without stopping. The previous sword slashed the chain mail into the flesh, and the next sword chopped the war horse's neck into bone and skin.
As for the divine warriors, it's even worse. They don't even have armor, and it's difficult to even make a gap in the Han army's Mo Dao!
Bai Zhuer has already killed the enemy in the middle, surrounded by divine warriors who are only as high as his shoulders.
For the sake of visibility, Bai Zhu'er took off the visor on his face, and the blood rushed to his face. The stimulation of the smell of blood made him even more ferocious. Every time he struck with a knife, there would be stumps and broken arms flying into the sky.
However, the two thousand people here defeated the thirteen or four food armies, and they were no longer the protagonists on the battlefield.
Because after Muhammad Fasher launched the attack, more than 40,000 food troops and divine warriors also launched an uncharacteristic counterattack.
They came out in full force, quite excited, like they were struggling before death.
In this chaos, a cavalry of six to seven hundred people, one man and three horses, wearing unusually low-key black robes, ran resolutely southward among the chaos.
Cao Bin stood high and immediately waved his command flag, causing smoke to rise into the sky.
In the distance, Zhang Xiantai had been waiting for a long time with three thousand fine cavalry in hand.
. . . .
In the fourth year of the Qianyuan Dynasty, in the year 963 of the Convention, the war that lasted more than a month finally came to an end. The 100,000 troops led by the King of the Bouveshi Dynasty, Adud Daulai, were almost completely wiped out.
First, more than 20,000 of them were killed by the formation in the decisive battle, and finally more than 30,000 were captured and killed during the breakout. The remaining 40,000 to 50,000 people basically died in the pursuit of the Zhuxia coalition forces.
So much so that on the road from Semnan to Isfahan, large cannibals lying dead on the roadside paved both sides of the road.
Dozens of high-ranking officials including Adud al-Dawlay, the head of the Bouveshi dynasty, and Hassan Shikhna, the minister of the palace, were captured.
General Fahir Daulai was killed by Zhang Xiantai himself, and Muhammad Fahir and others died among the rebels.
In early April, the allied forces of the Xia Dynasty captured Isfahan. Almost at the same time, Zhang Xianyu ordered his people to bring Adud Daulai to the gates of Rai City. The large food army defending the city collapsed immediately, and the city was easily broken by Hu Guang.
On the third day of May, Zhang Xianyu led 20,000 troops to the gates of Shiraz, the palace of the Bweshi Dynasty. After receiving a promise not to kill indiscriminately and not to allow the soldiers to insult Adud Daulai's concubine.
Afaf, the Queen Mother of the Bweshi Dynasty, presented three thousand girls and all the treasures of the Bweshi Dynasty, gold and silverware worth more than three million pounds, and surrendered to Zhang Xianyu.
This wave of harvest was too great. Zhang Xianyu laughed as he looked at the Queen Mother of the Bouveshi Dynasty who was only forty-two or thirteen years old and still had charm, as well as dozens of Adude Daulai’s concubines, sisters, and cousins. stand up.
Just these women, I don’t know how much investment they can attract for him!
In particular, Adud al-Dawlayna is an extremely beautiful queen who is only 19 years old, and she is also Fatima, the daughter of Caliph Muti. She really needs to have good looks and status.
Of course, at the same level as Queen Fatima, there is also Adud al-Dawlay who has decided to marry Maimna, the 14-year-old daughter of Caliph Muti's son and the wife of Tai I in history.
These two are trophies of supreme significance.
