In the early days of Hai, the moon and stars were sparse.
Zhang Liao, who was sitting in the Chinese army's camp, stood on a high place with his right hand behind his back and a sword in his hand. He looked down at the army crossing the river and said loudly:
"Generals, please be at ease. With Meng Ming protecting you, nothing will happen to your lord."
Behind him stood the camp leaders of the left and right armies. At this time, they were looking up at the other side of the river. Even after hearing Zhang Liao's comfort, they still couldn't help but feel worried.
I thought that my lord was taking a risk by leaving the camp and taking his personal guards to patrol the front army, but I didn't expect that he would...
If they had not had any concerns, the generals would have wanted to curse out on the spot——
Now the whereabouts of the governor are unknown, and his life and death are unknown. If something happens to him again, who will bear the consequences?
Who will control the overall situation of Bingzhou?
In a daze, the generals standing at a high place suddenly heard the faint sound of horse hooves coming from the distance, and the sound of killing was carried by the night wind.
At the same time, many soldiers who were preparing to cross the river were horrified and stood there, staring blankly at the other side of the river.
I saw snow and dust suddenly rising in the wilderness where there were only Han infantry. Hundreds of cavalry held torches and charged forward, babbling and shouting non-stop.
Huns?
Miscellaneous?
It can't be Han Chinese anyway.
Due to their awakened fighting spirit and their astonishing eyesight, a group of generals standing on the high hill discovered that these Huns soldiers were different from previous years.
In the past, these alien races never dared to collide head-on with the established army. They always took advantage of the imperial court's unpreparedness, came to the border to plunder, and ran away after grabbing everything, without staying at all.
But this time, they dared to lead their troops deep into the area, and not only that, they also took the initiative to launch an attack.
In addition, why do aliens appear here? Yunzhong County as a barrier may have been breached!
"Array up!"
In a hurry, the Han soldiers who had already crossed the river began to form defensive formations under the organization of the captain.
Unfortunately, the advantage of cavalry over infantry was too great, and the Zuoxian Wang Jin family had no intention of fighting head-on.
call out! call out! call out!
Sharp arrows flew like locusts.
In fact, these mechanical crossbows should have belonged to the Yunzhong County guards, but after the city was destroyed, they all became trophies of the Huns.
In addition, encountering an enemy surprise attack while crossing the river would have affected morale. Coupled with the fear of cold arrows, the soldiers fell into confusion and hesitation. Some wanted to run back to the other side on the ice, while others were determined to fight to the death. .
For a time, I had different thoughts.
Because of this, the formation orders issued by the captain could not be implemented for a long time, and they could only be slaughtered by others.
"If the wolf were riding here, it wouldn't be like this."
Zhang Liao's expression remained unchanged and he glanced behind him.
The generals understood instantly and clasped their hands together: "The last general invites you to fight."
"Where is Hao Meng, Marquis of Youyu?"
"The general is here!"
"The ice cannot bear the force of the army crossing together. You choose a hundred cavalry to go and stabilize the position and buy time for the army to cross the river."
"promise!"
Hao Meng's face was as dark as water, he turned over and jumped on his horse. Without a word of nonsense, he rode alone towards the camp at the foot of the mountain.
Immediately afterwards, Zhang Liao, who was overlooking the battle situation from a high place, discovered that the enemy troops were receiving continuous reinforcements.
If the cavalry just now is compared to a fire dragon, then the enemy rushing to the scene now is a sea of fire, continuous back and forth, extending to the end of the line of sight, and there is no gap in the middle.
"It seems that Hu's 150,000 troops from the left of the Southern Xiongnu were not a bluff."
"There are so many torches, there are probably tens of thousands of these thieves!"
General Cheng Lian watched for a long time, but he still didn't dare to confirm the number of enemy troops. He only felt that they seemed to be endless.
Under the moonlight, the small group of Han infantry looked like fallen wheat. The other side of the river was full of broken limbs and remains, and it was impossible to find a complete body.
At this moment, Jin, who was wearing a black one-eye patch, swung his machete because the sticky flesh and blood in his palm made him almost unable to hold the weapon.
"Where is the commander-in-chief of the Han army? Come quickly to see my king."
The harsh Chinese language lingered over the two armies.
Hao Meng, who had just selected a hundred warriors and was about to rush over for reinforcements, reined in his mount and stopped his charge.
No one expected that the five hundred infantrymen could not hold out for even half a moment and were slaughtered like this.
Subconsciously, he raised his eyes to look at the hillock not far away, waiting for Zhang Liao's order.
Jin noticed this small movement and instantly looked up. Through the darkness, his eyes collided with those of Zhang Liao and others. He inserted the scimitar back into his waist.
A Xiongnu soldier understood instantly and offered his longbow.
Jin took out three feather arrows from the quiver, pointed them at the hill, pulled out the bowstring with his thumb, and a coldness flashed in his one eye.
call out!
The sound of breaking wind is connected together.
Several miles away, in the darkness, standing on the back of Qingman Dawan, Zhang Liao's eyes were like those of a hawk, and he tilted his head slightly.
Three cold rays of light wiped his cheeks, then brushed across the mount's belly, and finally sank into the rocks, splashing up bursts of sand and dust.
The horse was frightened and neighed under the night sky.
"Send the order!"
Zhang Liao still didn't take it seriously. He tightened his horse's belly and raised his voice: "Set up the big yellow crossbow and shoot at the enemy."
"promise!"
Hearing this, the brave warrior in the army who had been preparing for a long time took off his shirt, poured out all the strength in his hands, and pulled hard. The crossbow that required ten stones to be pulled was instantly pulled into a full moon. It is unimaginable that this tight What explosive power is contained within the bowstring.
On the other side of the river, Zuoxian Wang Jin clan also roared loudly, and the high-pitched Xiongnu language suppressed all noise.
The big yellow crossbow was a sacred weapon of the Han Dynasty. It had a range of 600 steps. Once it was hit, both men and horses would be shattered. Who knew?
However, Yunzhong County also has this item in its arsenal. Although the number is not large, there are also a large number of three-stone crossbows as supplements.
Baiqushui is only ten feet wide, and the range of a three-stone crossbow is enough to attack the enemy's camp.
Zhang Liao saw the Huns' movements clearly and felt a chill in his heart. He saw them retreating continuously while launching various Han army standard weapons. They were obviously not familiar with the weapons and were groping awkwardly.
"The governor failed to defend Yunzhong County."
"No, we are late."
After saying this, Zhang Liao rode his horse and rushed down the hill, shouting: "Xian!"
The next moment, countless giant arrows as thick as beams and several feet long were pressed onto the crossbow.
"disease!"
The bow shook like a thunderbolt.
The Hun language sounded at the same time.
The bowstrings on both sides of Baiqushui could be heard thundering and roaring, and the sound of breaking wind could not be heard. Soldiers from both sides continued to fall to the ground with a muffled sound, broken into countless blood clots.
Twenty miles away, on the backside of a hill.
Hundreds of cavalrymen sprang out of the darkness, with their heads and horses picking bells, like ghosts.
Song Xian, the pioneer officer, turned his horse around and walked side by side with Ding Yuan and Lu Li.
Compared to just now, the drums coming from the southeast behind him became more passionate, and the shouts of killing became louder. If you listen carefully, you can even hear the hum of the bow strings vibrating.
A moment of silence and a moment of movement.
If it weren't for the wooden sticks in their mouths, the cavalry would have been able to suppress their inner panic and talk to each other.
