Meng Chang was a little tired, and looking at the endless army of Jingren, he felt an inexplicable irritation in his heart.
Damn it, why are there so many? Why did Jingren, who was as stupid as a beast and as thin as a rabbit, become like this? He thought he was following General Chong Yingluan to get a free military exploit, but who knew that this little thing not only hurts the hand, but is also very powerful? Maybe I can't go back.
Damn Dongyi, damn Beibohou Chonghouhu, damn Jingren.
Although he was tired, Meng Chang's movements of wielding Chang Ge did not slow down at all. Being slow on the battlefield meant death.
The Jingren, a group of short people, are different from the magical races such as dwarfs and dwarves in the West. They are not a human species at all. Their chaotic thinking and cowardly character are just like... goblins.
Until this race, which had been enslaved by the people of the Yin and Shang Dynasties for thousands of years, finally seemed to be favored by God. A king with great wisdom and ability to unite the entire Jingren race appeared. The Jingren race changed. A massive slave uprising broke out in the country for six hundred years. The Yin and Shang Northern Territory was staged in 2007.
In terms of physical size and strength, all the princes felt that it was easy to quell Jingren's rebellion, which was a good opportunity to gain merit.
Jingren was only as high as a businessman's knees and had little strength. A normal soldier wielding a Changge could easily kill nearly an even number of Jingren.
These short Jing people occasionally serve as food in times of famine, and as livestock power in times of abundance. Who would have thought that the cattle and sheep they raise would actually gather in crowds to rebel. No matter how they rebel, they are just a group of lambs.
However, this rebellion was unusual. Just as Beibo Hou Chonghou Hu was preparing to harvest the sheep himself, the stable Dongyi did not know which string was wrong and forced Dongbo Hou Jiang Huanchu to issue three rescue orders to Chaoge City. .
The wife of the second prince Shou in Chaoge City who was good at conquering and fighting was the eldest daughter of Jiang Huanchu, the Marquis of Dongbo, so Zishou was ordered by the king to summon the princes to form an alliance to conquer Dongyi.
What does the fight against Dongyi have to do with Northern Xinjiang?
Chonghou is known as the bastard of the Great Shang for hundreds of years, and the current Beibohou Chonghou Hu and Yin Shang Zishou have a close relationship. When Quanrong and Guifang repeatedly invaded, Yin Shou would bring Wang Shi to help in the battle. This time Yin Shou Zheng Dongyi.
Of course, the loyal Chonghou Hu would bring the most elite Chongcheng soldiers to help.
Mengchang came to this world and was born in Chongcheng under the jurisdiction of Chonghou.
Originally, I just thought that I had come to the prehistoric era of Shang and Zhou Dynasties, and I had thought of showing my sage to the princes with my vision and wisdom that transcended the times.
Who would have thought that just as a civilian, it would be a great effort to integrate into this barbaric era.
We are surrounded by ordinary people who are struggling to make a living.
It would be a blessing among misfortunes not to be reincarnated by God into a slave. In this era, there is no difference between slaves and people. This era is an era where people can really eat people.
Eighteen years of growth also made Mengchang gradually realize that this is a world that does not require the lower class to speak out, and will only leave historical symbols among the nobles. A heart full of blood is gradually replaced by barbarism and indifference.
He can live and live with more dignity than slaves and ordinary people. This is not because of how smart he is.
But his father, who was born a commoner but rose to a higher class on the battlefield with a knife and a bullet, won it for his whole family.
As a commoner in Chongcheng, he was protected by his lord, and naturally he was also in the order of being recruited into the army. This order was not low, and those who wore armor were called armored soldiers.
If civilians and slaves were assigned to the servant army, life would be worse than death.
Mengchang couldn't remember anything outstanding about his master Bei Bohou. The various TV series and movies were so cruel that he was killed by his son Chong Yingbiao and his younger brother Chong Heihu.
The dynasty of the Shang Dynasty itself is very vague, and he can't find anything that can be used as a prophet, which is the so-called general trend.
He remembered one result, such as King Wu's defeat of Zhou and the establishment of the Western Zhou Dynasty, but he didn't know the details.
He could only pray to heaven, hoping that this was a historical script, not a mythological script, and that there would never be any plot involving Nezha, Yang Jian, or Chan Jiao Jie Jiao.
In this life, I have not been able to survive until the age of eighteen. I have not seen any magical phenomena yet. It is best not to see it in my whole life.
Mengchang grew up gradually, and started to show his prominence at the age of nine. He was strong and healthy, and was always praised as a talented young man from all over the country. His iron fists also made him the best boxer in Chongye.
But no matter how strong a flesh and blood body is, can it still withstand magical means comparable to guns and cannons?
After all, he is an ordinary person. Gou Yigou might live to the end, to the so-called prosperous age when Duke Zhou spits out food.
But if this was a god-conferring script, it would be a dead end. Not to mention that magic has no eyes, none of the immortals thought about not attacking mortals during the Shang and Zhou wars.
Vaguely, he vaguely remembered that there was an immortal in Fengshen who was good at using plague. If such a person took action, wouldn't the whole city be wiped out?
But these are not important for now.
Because in Meng Chang's first battle, he was afraid that he would be defeated directly as a backdrop.
When Chonghou Hu took the call, he took away most of Chongcheng's elites. To deal with the simple Jingren army, the wise and powerful Lord Beibohou specially sent his smartest son, Chong Yingluan, with an army of 500,000 in Northern Xinjiang. Thirty thousand were also given to Chong Yingluan.
Mengchang was in the elite of the main division, the direct military corps of Chonghou. The enlisted personnel were either of blood relatives or were members of Zheng Miaohong who had lived in Chongcheng for three generations or more.
When joining the army these days, no matter who you are, you have to bring your own weapons and armor. Therefore, within the five divisions, the number of soldiers who can really serve as armored soldiers is only 10,000 in the main division. The rest are either servants or the Northern Xinjiang Second Army. A mixed brigade of soldiers gathered from hundreds of princes.
The princes were very interested in such a cheap thing as hunting down people, and the people they sent out were not all crooked melons and bad dates. Those who led the troops were either heirs or young talents who were specially trained.
In the early stage of the war, the war was stable. The army suppressed the Jingren from Chongye all the way to Fengyang. The nobles' children were also a little wandering. The formations had basically gradually become out of touch and deformed. In many cases, these nobles did not care about discipline and military formation in order to seize the battle glory.
Chong Yingluan also felt that the victory was in hand and did not take it too seriously. Even he and his main division headquarters in the central army joined in this gluttonous feast to seize the credit.
After all, he suffered the pain of being young and frivolous, and there was a reason for Jingren's rebellion after all.
This race that has been used as fertilizer for the world has given birth to a king. This is the biggest variable in this expedition. Under the leadership of King Jingren, who was originally disorganized and timid, he broke out into something that has never happened to this species for thousands of years. No aggression.
The naked Jingren actually put on armor, and replaced the wooden stick with a smaller version of the sword. Under the deliberate guidance of various chariots, tactics and attack techniques, he directly defeated the legion in the battle on the Pongyang Plain. Former teacher.
Former division general Mei Xi died in battle.
The chain reaction of the defeat of the former division was that the defeated troops fled backwards to face the Chinese army's position, and dispersed the rear army's formation in a wave.
A feast for winning the victory has changed. The nobles' sons were scrambling to gain military merit. They were able to run as fast as they enjoyed killing in front of them.
The last order that Meng Chang's main division of the Chinese Army received was to withstand Jing Ren's charge and buy time for General Luan to regroup.
No matter how many mistakes he made earlier, as long as Chong Yingluan could reorganize the scattered front divisions and part of the central army, and reorganize the scattered left and right side divisions and rear divisions, he might not be incapable of fighting against Jingren's army.
Blood and stumps were flying everywhere, and the entire Chinese army, with 10,000 men and a total of five square formations, was caught in the endless charge of the Jingren army.
A hundred thousand people took turns to attack continuously, from early morning to noon.
At this moment, Meng Chang finally understood how terrifying it was for the cold words in the history books to become reality.
What is blood drifting?
Jingren is not a human being, Jingren is also a human being. At least in human form. Hearing their strange screams and summoning up the courage to rush forward, Meng Chang mechanically followed the phalanx and thrust out Chang Ge.
As he entered and exited, Chang Ge was finally overwhelmed, and his head broke off inside Jing Ren's body in front of him.
The others were not much better. Jingren's charge was chaotic and chaotic, and his desperate fighting style was like a zombie siege. The head square of the main division of the Chinese army was quickly scattered. The hard bones were smashed, but the bone marrow was still intact?
Two thousand soldiers were swallowed up by the torrent. Chong Yingluan was so angry that his face was red. Even if he killed all the 100,000 Jing people, the loss of these two thousand soldiers would be difficult to recover. If the losses continued, he would not have to return to Chongcheng. Even if The best outcome if you win is to commit suicide by killing yourself.
Mengchang pulled out his long sword. He used to think that bronzes were easy to break, so he imagined many times that he couldn't cut bones and had to pick soft meat. But on the battlefield, he didn't have time to think about this. Many actions were based on subconscious reactions.
With a slight wave of his hand, four or five people in front of him fell forward. Blood splashed into Meng Chang's eyes.
I don't know the reason for the blood splattering, or that Meng Chang's eyes were red at this moment. The world in his eyes gradually began to fade, leaving only a scarlet color.
My father also came from a military background. He had followed two generations of Chonghou to fight against the ghosts and annihilated the Qiong and Zhang kingdoms that did not respect their orders. This military skill was passed down to his sons, and Meng Chang himself was determined to do so. The physical fitness maintained through training is like an efficient meat grinder on the battlefield as he gradually adapts to it, and he is unstoppable.
The remaining soldiers in the chaotic military formation subconsciously moved closer to Meng Chang. They had no choice but to do so. This guy was really fierce. Others had killed a few to get back their losses, and then they were gradually overwhelmed by the unreasonable group beatings of the Jing people. Meng Chang was the only one who could do it. A bloody path was created here, and he was always able to quickly and violently knock away these villains before Jingren surrounded them.
The dazzling performance also prompted General Jingren, who was standing on the chariot opposite to command, to keep giving orders, asking more Jingren to march towards Meng Chang's phalanx.
The endless killings also gradually exhausted Meng Chang's strength. Meng Chang was breathing heavily. If the people around him hadn't supported him and protected him, he would have been sacrificed to the great King Jing by the owl.
The comrades around him were like firewood, and they were swallowed up bit by bit by this prairie fire. A sense of powerlessness came over them. There was no despair, only unwillingness, and strong unwillingness.
As a time-traveler, I never thought about glory, wealth, fame and fortune. I just thought that after working all my life in my previous life, I could be more relaxed in this life, find a woman with different aesthetics from the times, pick up the slack, and then have a wife and children. Kangtou. Why is it so difficult?
I originally thought that it was just a simple expedition. After returning home, I would be able to save some capital to start a small business. In the future, I would use modern knowledge to become a small businessman and live a comfortable life with no worries about food and clothing. Why did I suddenly tell my dad that I wanted to pick up the food? Is the credit different?
Anger and unwillingness made Mengchang's mind irritable. His body, which was already a little tired, seemed to have endless strength. He was usually humble and polite, like a beast, and his throat involuntarily let out a tiger's roar.
The two soldiers supporting Meng Chang felt a scalding temperature rising from Meng Chang's body and hurriedly backed away. They didn't understand what was going on with this brother. Was he about to spontaneously combust?
Mengchang's whole body was exuding burning heat. If it weren't for the fact that he was covered in blood and his eyes were as bright as red lights, these people who were still ignorant of faith would have wanted to bow down and worship him, calling him immortal.
"Evil dagger, evil dagger, evil dagger!"
Like a wild beast, a blood-red figure suddenly charged in the opposite direction with a wave of heat. The place it passed seemed to be in an uninhabited land, and blood and flesh flew everywhere in the Jingren Army formation.
It was too fast. One moment, he was being beaten by more than a dozen people, and the next moment, more than a dozen people were chopped into pieces with a sword and shot away in all directions.
General Chong Yingluan, who was reorganizing the rear division, naturally saw this magical scene. His eyes lit up and with a wave of his hand, the guards immediately understood. The partial division phalanx that had just been reorganized attacked from both wings and swept the formation for the Chinese army. , aiming directly at General Jingren’s chariot position.
At this time, Mengchang was completely crazy.
