Xin Zhao's army to the west.
The scout Pegasus came to report, "General, General Yang has an order to attack in half an hour and capture as many enemies as possible. If there are any injured, they need to be treated. The slogan is, those who abandon their swords will not be killed. Our army will still have to bear the burden of resistance." End the three clans' escape mission."
Half an hour flies by.
Yang Gan looked at the sky. The autumn wind was strong and the war flags were flying. He waved his big hand, "Bang the drum, all the spiral blade chariots are in front."
"Central Army, heavy crossbowmen are ready~~~!"
"Rear Army, cavalry ready~~~~!"
"The entire army attacks~~~!"
"Dong dong dong~~~~~!" The drums beat loudly, and the army marched in a square formation, using spiral blade chariots as combat units. The heavy crossbowmen were mainly used to reduce the enemy, and the cavalry was mainly used to destroy the enemy.
In the battlefield of the three tribes, the wise kings on the left and right were forced to have no choice but to lean on each other closely. Shi Shan and Yue Meng planned to attack again in one go, so that they could get away in time after the pain.
Suddenly, scouts from both sides came to report at the same time.
"Wise King Left and Right, an army appeared south of us."
King Zuo Xian was startled and asked anxiously, "Which tribe's army is it?"
King Youxian was slightly unhappy. You bastard, you had a fight with me and you actually asked me. He felt even more resentful towards King Zuoxian.
"It's a bit far away. Look at the battle flag. It's black. It should be the Xia army."
"Impossible. That brat Yang Gan promised me that he would never invade our Huns. How could he go back on his word?"
King Xian of the Right did not speak, and looked at King Xian of the Left with increasingly unkind eyes. What agreement did he reach with Xia Guo?
One by one bad news spread between the two tribes.
There is an army coming from the south.
There is an army coming from the west.
There are also troops coming from the east.
It was no accident that it had a red border, a black flag, and the word "summer" shining brightly on it.
Well, the grassland is really lively today. The army is coming one after another, but it's not a good thing.
At this time, the Huns were no longer able to fight, and the Jie and Yue clans also suffered heavy losses.
The three parties had no choice but to immediately send messengers to announce the situation. After a while, they returned and reported to their respective leaders.
"Xia Guo said, let us surrender, otherwise we will be killed without mercy."
Shishan, the Jie tribe's great Khan, was furious. He rode his horse to the Xia army and roared in the distance, "You little bastards of the Xia Kingdom, you are very courageous. The two-legged sheep actually dare to tease the majesty of the prairie tiger. Are you really not afraid of death?"
"Uh oh oh oh oh~~~!"
The remaining Jie troops began to roar. In their eyes, the Xia people were like two-legged sheep. They had never resisted, and even if they had, they could not stop a charge from their cavalry.
If the army really comes, if you hide on the grassland, no one will be able to find it.
Yang Qian twitched the corner of his mouth, what kind of two hundred and fifty is this, you idiot.
"Lieutenant, how far away is that scolding idiot from us?"
The deputy general closed one eye, took aim and said, "General, this person is only one hundred and fifty steps away from us."
"Can the heavy crossbow kill this person?"
"No problem at all, but I think it will be more effective if paired with a crossbow."
The corner of Yang Gan's mouth raised in disdain, "Fifty heavy crossbows, twenty cart crossbows, shoot this idiot to death."
"No~~~!"
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With a wave of his hand, twenty crossbows were instantly pushed out from behind the cavalry, and they were cocked, and thick and long spears were put on them one by one, and they began to take aim.
"Cum~~~!"
"Buzz~~~!"
Fifty crossbow arrows paired with 20 spears, with lightning speed, directly pierced Shishan, who was shouting, into a hedgehog. Some spears even shot directly through his body and the horse's body, and pierced the men behind him. .
Yang Gan didn't know who he was. Anyway, the people who came to make noises were probably minions. They were mainly the guys on the grassland. They all wore similar clothes. It was just that those with higher positions wore better clothes.
But from such a long distance, even wearing gold and silver can’t be seen.
"Ah, Shi, the Great Khan of Shishan is dead. The sons of the Jie Clan will follow me to avenge the Great Khan~~~~!" The general of the Jie Clan almost fainted when he saw it. Who cares whether he dies or not, but It's different now.
If he could turn the tide at this time and find an excuse to kill Shishan's heirs after returning, then he would be his own world from now on.
More than 100,000 Jie tribe cavalry gathered and rode towards Yang Qianzhong's army. Many of them were still bleeding, and some of them had arrows stuck in their bodies, looking fierce.
"General, we estimate there are about 100,000 cavalry," the deputy general said.
"Instruct Mi Le's army and Ran Jing's army to compress the space of the three tribes, and order Zhao Xin to stick to the north."
The messenger cupped his hands and said, "Promise."
"The Chinese army fired continuously~~~~!"
A large number of crossbow arrows were shot into the air, pouring down like a downpour. A large number of cavalry were shot off their horses at this moment, not only with penetrating injuries, but also with huge kinetic energy.
"Chariot, impact at full speed~~~~!"
On the front ends of hundreds of chariots, the spiral blades rotate faster and faster as the chariots rotate faster, and now they have almost turned into a phantom.
The Jie people are not vegetarians. For them, riding horses and archery is as simple as drinking water and eating. Unfortunately, they are not in their heyday, and the nomads themselves have little discipline.
The bows and arrows were shot a little sparsely, because the distance was a little farther, many arrows stuck in the armor of Xia soldiers and were bounced out one after another, but there were still many soldiers equipped with leather armor who fell to the ground after being hit by arrows.
Finally, the two torrents met together, and flesh and blood flew everywhere. Broken limbs and remains were scattered on the ground. The four wheels of the chariot were also upgraded, and the original bronze spikes were replaced by steel spikes.
Under the rotation of the windlass, they were like high-speed rotating files. All the cavalrymen who were not cut to death by the spiral blades along the way lost their lives under the high-speed rotating spikes.
Many soldiers apparently escaped unharmed, but after the chariot passed by, they suddenly found that their bodies were lightened, and there was a wound on their waist that was as big as half of their bodies, and they screamed in agony.
In the brief moment of contact, Yang Gan covered his mouth. No matter the Xia Kingdom, the Xiongnu, the Jie Clan, or the Yue Clan, they all felt aversion to the cold.
It used to be said that the battlefield was like a meat grinder, but this was just a metaphor. Now it is a real meat grinder. The tanks fly past, and the flesh and blood left behind feels like it can be directly used as dumpling fillings.
Seeing that the casualties in this situation exceeded his expectations, Yang Qian asked the whole army to roar together, "Those who abandon their weapons will not be killed, those who surrender will not be killed, surrender, surrender, surrender~~~!!"
The autumn wind howled, carrying the roars of tens of thousands of people, coupled with the smell of blood that permeated the entire grassland, finally...
"Plop~~~!" A sound came out.
The remaining cavalry of the Jie tribe dismounted one after another, knelt down and surrendered. Someone opened their mouth and took the lead in an instant to great effect. A large number of cavalry dismounted and surrendered.
The guy who just said he wanted to avenge the Great Khan had already been cut into pieces by a chariot during the first charge.
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It was reduced to minced meat, and even the war horse underneath him had only four legs left. Yang Gan witnessed this with his own eyes.
At that time, I was still thinking about how to punish him, but he died suddenly. He was lucky.
"Xiongnu, Yue clan, won't you surrender?" Yang Gan shouted.
The strength of the Yue Clan is slightly worse than that of the Jie Clan. Seeing this situation, Yue Meng turned pale, and the ambition, courage, and honor in his heart instantly became worthless. What he wanted to do most at this moment was to survive.
"Let's go, let's retreat to the east." The Yue clan is one of the overlords on the grassland. How can they surrender without a fight?
Now that the enemy is strong, we must avoid the edge for a while. If we can beat him, we can't run away. This is what we do on the grassland.
More than 100,000 Yue clan soldiers immediately gathered and retreated towards the east. Seeing this scene, Mi Le waved his command flag and immediately rolled out twenty or thirty spiral blade chariots from the military formation.
The moment they saw the spiral blade, the Yue Clan army was shocked. The scene like a meat grinder just now was definitely their nightmare in their lifetime.
Many soldiers who were slightly injured had no intention of fighting anymore, abandoned their troops, dismounted, and surrendered.
When Yue Meng saw such a scene, his face turned pale. He understood that even if he ordered his troops to retreat now, he would not be able to control them.
Seeing such a scene, the wise kings immediately packed up their troops. They started from the northern part of the grassland, and no one happened to intercept them there.
Unfortunately, after two fierce battles, many Xiongnu soldiers no longer had the strength to mount their horses. When they looked around, they found that the figures of the wise kings and other princes and important officials had long since disappeared.
Many Hun soldiers understood that they had been abandoned, but most of the Hun soldiers were just exhausted.
The corner of Yang Gan's mouth raised, and he immediately ordered Ran Jing and Mi Le to arrest all the troops of the three tribes present, treat the injured, and bury the injured alive.
He led his troops directly across the battlefield from the center, chasing the left and right kings from behind, and he didn't care if he took hundreds of people away.
Nima's taking away hundreds of thousands of people was not an attempt to settle accounts with me. How could I bear this?
Just ten minutes after running out, he saw tens of thousands of troops waiting for him.
The wise kings on the left and right were a little desperate. They were short of men and horses. They couldn't run away even if they wanted to. Besides, there were pursuers behind them. The pursuers were too shameless. They just threw down their heavy weapons and went into battle lightly. They were like an encirclement. They waited for the tribe to leave. You can't walk away, you can't fight.
"Yang Qian, what do you want? Aren't you afraid that we will defeat you all?" King Zuo Xian roared angrily.
Yang Gan sneered and said, "It's just a remnant. The net of death may not be broken. I advise you to surrender immediately. Maybe, I will spare your life just because of the chance."
On the surface, Yang Gan was unruly and arrogant. No one would think there was anything wrong with him after winning the battle, but inside he was extremely anxious. It was getting dark. If he hadn't captured all the prisoners before dark, he would be in trouble.
"Do you think I am a three-year-old child? After surrendering, if you want to kill me, I can't even run away. I am the Xiongnu Zuoxian King. I would rather die than surrender."
He shouted to the sky with such heroic spirit that the Hun soldiers behind him began to scream.
Yang Gan jumped off his horse, and the wise kings on the left and right suddenly laughed: "Hahahaha, what are you doing? People from the Central Plains don't know how to fight on horseback. Do you plan to fight on foot?"
Their words made all the Huns soldiers laugh, with a very mocking tone. The nomadic tribes on the grassland had always looked down on the riding skills of the Central Plains people.
A huge creature suddenly appeared from the rear, much taller than many war horses. Everyone present started talking, and some war horses panicked and wanted to stay away from the giant beast.
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