This era is full of all kinds of weirdness, not to mention human sacrifice and burial. He clearly remembers that his father once told him a set of aristocratic etiquette standards.
It was agreed that no nobles or soldiers would be killed after a defeat. As long as the defeated party paid a sufficient ransom, they could return home. If the defeated party refused to pay, the soldiers would be used as human sacrifices.
Nobles will not be killed indiscriminately. At most, they will be imprisoned and released when sufficient compensation is given.
If the master does not give it, the families of these people will also spend a sum of money to redeem their families. They would rather let the loser die at home than allow the honor to be lost to the enemy.
I can win today, but what if I lose next time?
I don’t know when this system came into being, but all the princes are abiding by this standard. Every family will have a few unlucky children who will suffer defeat. If a large number of nobles were killed in one attack, the world would not be so good. Too many wars.
In every era, there will be a few people who break the rules. Therefore, some of the etiquette and rules that were once popular are gradually abandoned and let go through various tactics and handling methods.
During the previous Jingren campaign, Yuan Futong had already lost his rules and his credibility had dropped to a freezing point.
When Chong Yingluan and many other prisoners were brought forward, everyone was shocked and glanced at Chonghou Hu's back unconsciously.
Yuan Futong made a request to release these prisoners as long as the coalition forces retreated, which caused many people in the coalition of princes to discuss.
Mengchang was a little anxious. This was a big pit. In that battle, more of the noble coalition forces died than were alive. This was due to careless handling. The coalition forces of the princes were directly demoralized. My son died on the battlefield. As a result, you guys... Is your son going to be a deserter now?
Chonghou's reputation will drop to the bottom, and there is no doubt that the princes will start fighting each other over the issue of heirs.
Thinking back to the time when Tao Fang, the eldest son of the family and his father-in-law, died, the Marquis of Binzhou spurted out a mouthful of old blood and became bedridden.
This time the princes gathered for an alliance, Binzhou all refused the call because the old prince was seriously ill and there was no one in charge at home.
Mengchang looked at Chong Yingluan's unconscious state and felt resentful in his heart. Although Brother Luan had led him the wrong way, he was not unkind to him at all. The ancients had the kindness of knowing and meeting, so how could he be inferior to the ancients?
"Hou Chong, think twice!"
There are three uncles in northern Xinjiang. Uncle Yan died in the battle, and Uncle Tantai is still defending Yancheng. Uncle Liaodong, the only one with the identity to speak at this moment, started to remind him.
Everyone knows how much effort Chonghou put into cultivating Chong Yingluan. The eldest son directly sent Chao Ge as a pledge to pave the way for the second son.
Liaodong Bo believed in Chonghou's character,
Some things are hard to talk about once they involve family ties.
Chonghou Hu's face was livid, he gripped his riding whip fiercely, gritted his teeth and stared at Chong Yingluan.
The son he was most proud of at that time was kneeling in front of the battle without any human beings or ghosts. He was both angry and distressed for his indifference.
"The Chonghou of Chongcheng is not the Chonghou of one person. The Northern Territory of the Yin and Shang Dynasties is not the Northern Territory of one family."
Chonghou Hu decisively reined in his horse and turned around.
"Yuan Futong, I have said before that a villain can do tricks, but a real man can fight with the sword in his hand. After all these years, you are still a piece of filth, and you are still smelly."
Ignoring Yuan Futong's angry look, and no longer looking back at the disciples who were offering flags in front of the formation, Chonghou Hu raised his whip and roared at the allied army formation.
"The souls of all the disciples have dispersed, and those in front of this formation are nothing but walking corpses."
Looking at the dull and sad coalition forces, Chonghou Hu continued to roar: "See clearly, these puppets are not our sons. They have died long ago. Tell me, who killed our sons?"
The leaders of the coalition looked at Chonghou Hu blankly. Mengchang patted his head and understood the meaning, and immediately roared: "It's the rebels!"
"Who killed our son?"
"It's the rebels! The rebels! The rebels!"
Gradually some people in the coalition army also understood, and the voices became louder and louder, and everyone started shouting.
"Soldiers, pick up your weapons, look at the despicable villains and unjust people in front of you, and tell them how to avenge the blood feud!"
"Pay with blood! Pay with blood! Pay with blood!"
"The three armies obey orders!"
"Tread flat the Beihai, pay with blood!"
"charge!"
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Generally speaking, when going to war against foreign tribes, the Xia princes would not pay much attention to etiquette, and all the conquests between countries would focus on formations and divisions.
The former is to arrange the square, and then the two sides start fighting. The latter is the etiquette before the fight begins, allowing the brave soldiers in the army to fight with the generals for several rounds. Sometimes a fierce general is in hand, and the two armies fight directly to the division. There are also many people who determine success or failure.
It is the same for all princes. The cost of training a soldier is too high. Not anyone who can't even eat enough to eat is qualified to wear armor. Without a strong physique, even the armor that weighs more than 20 kilograms and weapons, which most people cannot bear.
The war is a protracted one, and there are no means of transportation these days to transport troops. Don't expect that when you are tired, you can ring a bell to let you take a breath before going on again, just like in the ring.
Chonghouhu had no longer regarded Yuan Futong and his Northern Navy as human beings. The two generals in front of the formation finished their attack and did not give Yuan Futong time to move his divisions or change formations. He just waved his hand, and the former divisions led them The left and right wings charged directly. You are no longer a human being, do I still need to talk to you about etiquette?
Yuan Futong was shocked and immediately rode back to the camp, shouting "Meet the enemy, meet the enemy."
Indeed, as Chonghou Hu said, Yuan Futong was a strategist and liked to wield power. He always bullied those shameless princes with his own shamelessness.
This time when I met Chonghou Hu, who was also starting to be shameless, I didn't expect that the other party would be so aggressive. I thought he would take advantage and behave like he bullied the pedantic seventy-two princes in the past.
There was a rumble, and the coalition forces and rebels launched a charge at the same time.
The leader in Chongcheng was Zhao Bing, who was wearing heavy armor. The two copper hammers were each about the size of a pumpkin. It was not difficult to swing them at all. The tiger and the tiger were like wind. As soon as Pu touched the enemy, he blew away the shields in the front row and opened them. gap.
Following closely behind him was Li Jing, who was also in the former division and was responsible for opening up the situation. His sword was extremely sharp and his sword energy was vertical and horizontal. When it touched, it cut directly into two pieces even with armor.
The development of cavalry is still very primitive, and there are only a handful of people who can afford cavalry.
In Beihai, Yuan Futong squeezed 72 princes and managed to gather about a thousand men together. Facing the northern border with many princes, Yuan Futong did not dare to let the cavalry go into battle easily.
If this bites the numerous cavalry on the opposite side, it will cause losses to the point of vomiting blood.
Horses are easy to find, but in this era there are no things like stirrups and horseshoes. Once there is a problem with a horse's hooves, an old horse will have to be scrapped.
Naturally, a good horse must be ridden by someone who knows how to ride it. In Northern Xinjiang, apart from the aristocratic children, there are only a few powerful soldiers who can practice riding.
Northern Xinjiang is pretty good, not as many as the Western Zhou and Yin Shang cavalry, but far more than other vassal states.
At this moment, Mengchang and Mei Luan each led five thousand cavalry and were stationed on the left and right wings of the coalition army, ready for action at any time.
Speaking of which, Meng Chang was placed in the front division together with Li Jing and Zhao Bing as a sharp knife to stab into the enemy formation.
A few days ago, Chonghou Hu gave up his original plan after witnessing Meng Changxin's "awakened" superpower, three heads and six arms.
Mengchang fought alone with the cavalry battalion on the left wing. He was not responsible for command and was only used as an arrow for the charge. His task was to cut the rebel phalanx into pieces with the cavalry when the time came, just like cutting meat.
For this reason, Mengchang also bought two short halberds and a short spear to coordinate with the other four hands. He still held the enlarged version of the axe.
"Don't worry, don't worry, be quiet, Red Rabbit!"
Chong Yingluan was dragged out to sacrifice the flag, which aroused the inner anger of many people.
The red rabbit under the seat, which used to belong to Chong Yingluan, was panting now and kept scratching the ground. If Meng Chang hadn't been soothing him, he would have already rushed out and trampled the enemy camp.
Mengchang licked the corner of his mouth: "Don't worry, wait a little longer, Master Tiger hasn't given the order yet, it won't be long, we will make them pay with blood."
The surrounding cavalrymen looked at Meng Chang who was talking to his horse and began to prepare for the battle involuntarily. My captain is invincible in the world, so what do we have to fear?
The battle ahead was intense, and Yuan Futong had already run back to his position. At this moment, looking at the former rebel division that had been dug through, he cursed Chonghou Hu with hatred, and said that I don't follow martial ethics, and you, an old man, are not much better.
They start fighting when there is no ventilation, and they also hide famous soldiers in the military formation to bully ordinary people. The one with the blackest heart and the worst is this old Bangzi.
Seeing that his former master was about to be beaten to pieces, Yuan Futong could not sit still and his teeth itched with hatred.
I couldn't even see the second Mingjia in Beihai. I kept hiding it and was reluctant to use it. This old man really didn't feel bad. He just released two of them to rush into the formation. How many of them did he have hidden in his hand?
Jealousy drove him to pieces. Without hesitation, he took out a red feather and muttered: "Great Sage, help me! Great Sage, help me!"
Immediately, a red light flashed on the feathers, immediately burned, and soon turned into fly ash.
Zhang Guifang, who has been in the Allied Forces formation, has a divine light in his eyes. In his early years, he followed a Taoist Immortal to learn all kinds of Taoist techniques. Among them was a divine light technique that could detect enemies from a thousand steps away.
After being specifically given the order to observe the enemy's movements, he had been observing Yuan Futong's abnormal behavior. At this moment, he immediately walked to Chonghou Hu and whispered. Chonghou Hu's eyes that had been slightly closed suddenly opened. "Pass my military order, the three armies will shrink and advance steadily."
After the flag bearer received the order, the former divisions rushing forward immediately began to shrink their formation and return to the formation with the shield in front.
As expected, they were all mixed up with the demons, and there was no way there would be any glitches.
Bursts of red light appeared among the rebels. The eyes of the rebels who had been suppressed and beaten were filled with blood, and their muscles bulged, making the armor crack and crack.
The rebel soldiers endured great pain and roared one after another. They used their swords on their bodies and felt no pain at all. Instead, they used the swords in their hands as if they were willing to trade wounds for wounds and lives for lives with the enemy in front of them.
If they were just fearless and not afraid of pain, then the strength of these mutated soldiers also expanded a lot with their size, and they hit the shield wall, making the entire coalition army a little shaky.
The former division general was a general in a vassal state. At this moment, he was trying his best to stabilize the morale of the army with his own troops.
It was these abnormal changes that frightened them a little, and they were not afraid of anyone fighting with them.
The monsters on the opposite side looked like humans, but they only roared and roared like wild beasts. There was no humanoid monster at all, and I was still a little frightened.
Zhang Guifang continued to observe the military formation with a glint in her eyes, and kept recounting what she saw, a little anxiously.
Chonghou Hu nodded, stretched out his hand to press the former division's phalanx that was entangled in front.
He murmured: "Don't be in a hurry, wait any longer, the time has not come yet."
