Knowing that the Qin troops were all around him, panic flashed in Xirong's eyes, and he urged: "Go, go quickly!"
"Ah?" The young man beside him didn't react.
"Why are you still standing there! Let's go!"
The deputy general's voice was a little anxious. Once he finished speaking, he did not dare to stop at all. At the same time, he said timidly: "General Baltu, please wish yourself well."
He looked panicked, and the other generals reacted and looked at each other first, but then quickly followed him.
At this time, everyone in Xirong is thinking about escaping, and they have long lost their will to fight.
The deputy general did not go back to rescue, and Baltu was ambushed. In a short period of time, he suffered heavy casualties.
The mountains on both sides were full of Qin army crossbowmen. After shooting a round of arrows, they pulled out feather arrows from their backs and fired another round. The ambush in the valley didn't have much else, it was just that there were a lot of arrows. Every soldier had a pot full of arrows behind him. It was this kind of high attack on the low one that was effortless at all.
In addition, rocks, rolling wood, maces and other equipment were thrown into the crowd, often resulting in large numbers of casualties.
Many Xirong soldiers still held their scimitars high, but their whole bodies were instantly covered with arrows.
The war horse was frightened and neighed. Baltu held on to the reins with his left hand and pointed the scimitar in his right hand. He was still shouting: "Get out! Get out -"
In the entire valley, people were dying every moment. If he hadn't been the commander-in-chief and there were many soldiers around him, he would have been killed by random arrows long ago.
This ambush lasted for nearly half an hour. It was not until the Qin army ran out of arrows that Baltu finally broke out.
In the valley behind him, corpses were lying across the ground, carved feathers were stuck all over the ground, rocks were piled up, some were still pressing on the corpses, and various sharp wooden frames were scattered everywhere with blood stains. The scene was too horrific to watch...
Looking around, there were no more than a few hundred people, and they were all in a miserable state, with more or less battle wounds.
Baltu glanced around and couldn't help crying out: "Heaven wants to kill me, God wants to kill me..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of horse hooves was heard in front of him. Then, a large number of Qin troops appeared in the field of vision. The leader, Peng Shuang, was riding a war horse with a long sword as tall as a person in his hand. When he got close, he pointed the long sword directly:
"Bartu! Today is the day you die!"
"Soldiers! Kill all the Xirong traitors!"
"Kill--"
Looking at Peng Shuang coming on horseback, Baltu had no time to feel desolate and sad. His eyes widened and he shouted repeatedly: "Stop him! Stop him quickly!"
The morale of the two sides was not proportional at all. When the battle reached this level, the Xirong soldiers could be said to be frightened. Facing the Qin army's charge and the thorn-like halberds, many people began to panic and fled in all directions.
The two guards around Baltu bravely yelled, slapped the horse's buttocks with the back of their swords, and rushed back towards Peng Shuang.
The latter stared angrily, and after they met, he swung his sword horizontally to block the two scimitars. Then he misplaced his hands, cold light swept across them, and under the cross slash, two miserable howls suddenly sounded.
After killing the guard, the war horse rushed to Baltu. Without any nonsense, Peng Shuang waved one arm fiercely, and the long knife threw out a cold light from behind, and came down fiercely.
The evil wind hit his face, and Baltu's pupils shrank. At the critical moment, he had no choice but to fight with his sword.
There is a clang of gold and iron.
Under the arrogant force, his shoulders instantly collapsed, and the war horse under his crotch couldn't bear the force. He knelt down on all fours and neighed.
ah! ? His eyes were full of horror, his arms were shaking, and he wanted to hold the long knife, but Peng Shuang's left hand had already pressed on the handle of the knife and began to press down hard.
Baltu's shoulders were getting lower and lower, holding a scimitar in both hands, gnashing his teeth, veins bulging in his neck, blushing and thickening his neck. The two swords were placed together, and the angle gradually tilted. Finally, with all his strength, he finally stretched out his long sword. The knife bounced away.
Then he pulled the reins, trying to pull the horse up.
But before he could complete this action, the long knife arrived again, sweeping across with the force of thunder.
Baltu made a prompt decision and intercepted with his machete.
There was another clash of weapons, and the blade was blocked by him, but the powerful shock also swept it away, causing it to fall off the horse and throw up a cloud of dust.
This time, he was thrown to pieces, and the scimitar in his hand had already fallen to an unknown place.
He just shook his head and forced himself to get up, but when he looked up, what came into view was the high-rising front hooves of the war horse and the icy cold light.
Blood sprayed out, and the severed head was picked up by a long knife and rolled into the crowd, causing the Xirong soldiers to scream.
The few hundred people left were already defeated. Now that the general is dead, all of them are even more broken-hearted. They have no strength to fight back. Some are screaming for their lives, but after running a few steps, they are pierced by halberds behind them. Others Some Xirong soldiers raised their scimitars high and slashed wildly, but they fell on the heavy vertical shields and could not even break the defense. They were hooked on the ankles by the halberds behind the shields and were pulled to the ground. They were dragged into it screaming miserably. …
the other side.
There were two to three thousand people in the front army led by Vice General Xirong. He held the last hope in his heart, hoping that he had escaped from the Qin army's ambush circle and could return to Rongdu alive.
After abandoning Baltu, he fled all the way without encountering any danger. However, just when he was about to cross the edge of the northwest line, he was surrounded by a large army.
This is a plain with a wide view and a river not far away.
Looking at the black armor and red tassel in front of him, Lieutenant General Xirong suddenly felt despair. He knew in his heart that all the people on his side had probably been surrounded and suppressed. Even if he continued to resist, it would be meaningless.
Therefore, there is no intention to rush and kill at all, it is just turning around and running away.
As soon as he ran away, the already defeated Xirong soldiers became even more so. They almost dispersed in a rush. The whole plain was in chaos, some were following the deputy general, some were like headless flies, and there were deserters everywhere.
Seeing this situation, the Qin general waved his hand, and the Qin army began to quickly launch an encirclement and suppression campaign.
Blood splattered, and the screams quickly became one.
Lieutenant General Xirong was mixed in with the fleeing crowd, and he even took off his clothes in a panic. Although Xirong had no armor, the general's clothing was still very conspicuous.
He put on the clothes of an ordinary Western soldier in an attempt to survive in the chaos. After a while, this group of Western soldiers were also chased to the river.
Some people threw away their machetes, threw themselves into the river desperately, and began to use their hands and feet to swim to the other side. However, most of them were shot to death by random arrows in the river after just swimming a few steps.
Someone was stabbed to death on the spot by a halberd before he could escape in time. His body was floating in the water, and the river bank was dyed red with blood.
Several halberds surrounded him, and Lieutenant General Xirong fell into the water, shouting with horror on his face: "I'm just an ordinary soldier, don't kill me, don't kill me..."
But the officers and soldiers of the Qin army could not be soft-hearted.
