"No chaos, no chaos!" Hei Te Changzhi yelled with all his strength, but his voice was too weak among the chaos. Since Wang Wenzuo ordered to prioritize attacking the enemy flags, Hei Te Changzhi The phalanx where they were was became a focus of fire, with at least six ballistae pouring spears and stone bullets into it. People were constantly being knocked down, flags fell, and the screams of people and the neighing of war horses merged into one. The soldiers They dropped their weapons in fear, turned around and fled, trying to get as far away from the God of Death as possible.
"Always do it, always do it!"
Black Teeth Changzhi turned around and saw Sha Zha Xiangru shouting to him not far away: "Quick, retreat quickly!"
"We can't retreat. Our army is made up of various departments. As soon as I retreat, my troops will be confused. Then it will be out of control!"
"The morale of the army has been messed up!" Sha Zha Xiangru, surrounded by his own soldiers, rushed away from the defeated troops and came to Hei Te Changzhi: "No one can endure it like this? Soldiers can die, but they cannot die in vain! First of all If you retreat beyond the enemy's range, you will only die in vain if you continue to stay!"
Black Teeth Changzhi looked around. A war horse ran past him. The owner of the horse was lying limply on the horse's neck. A spear was inserted into the belly and penetrated from the back. Although the man was hopeless, a The soldier ran over to grab the reins of the horse, pushed the body off the horse, jumped on the horse and fled away. He suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness and nodded: "You are right, let's retreat!"
"It's time to blow the trumpet!" Wang Wenzuo saw the Baekje army's flag slowly moving forward, and shouted loudly: "Let He Bayong lead the cavalry down the mountain from the south, and then go around to the enemy's flank to attack! Sancho , you go tell Xiao Gu and ask him to focus on attacking the phalanx on the far side of the south!"
The sound of the trumpet sounded, echoing over the battlefield. The infantry moved the antlers away and loosened the iron chains between the carts. The cavalry poured out like a torrent and rushed down the hill. They bypassed the end of the Baekje right wing and rushed towards the side and rear of the enemy's phalanx. The commander of the phalanx shouted loudly, asking the soldiers to form a shield wall and extend their spears to resist the enemy cavalry's flank attack. At the same time, twelve "Scorpions" were throwing spears and stone bullets at the poor phalanx. The soldiers behind the shield wall fell to the ground one after another under the ruthless rain of bullets, like dead leaves in the autumn wind.
There were no signs of the Baekje's defeat. At first, the armies maintained order, and the phalanxes covered each other and retreated slowly. The Tang Army troops on the hill stepped out of the car formation and began to move downwards. The sun shone on the tips of the guns, and the crimson Tang Army flags flew overhead. The poor phalanx was completely collapsed under the attack from both sides by the infantry and cavalry, like glass being beaten by a hammer. The entire Baekje Army was like a huge domino, falling one after another. People dropped their flags and weapons, turned around and fled, as if there were devils chasing behind them.
In this way, this short battle ended before noon. The Baekje people later called it the Battle of Xiaoqiu, some called it the Battle of Queweiling, and the Tang people called it the "Battle of Wheat Harvest" , those torsion ballistae that can fire continuously also got a new nickname "Sickle". After the war, the Tang people found about 600 corpses on the battlefield, many of them trampled to death, and a thousand people were captured. In addition, they also seized all the baggage of the Baekje people, and the Tang army's losses negligible.
"Sanlang, this is the list after cleaning up the battlefield!" Zhang Junyan put a piece of paper on the table: "You take a look first!"
"It's all in the list!" Wang Wenzuo put the list aside and asked casually.
"This is just a draft. I'll give it to you, Saburo, to read it first, and then report it to you!"
"Then I'll watch it later!"
"Yes!" Zhang Junyan bowed his head and exited the tent.
For generals in ancient and modern times, both at home and abroad, they all have the same tacit privilege - to dispose of spoils of war. Of course, there are many friends who have fallen into this matter, such as Shi Wansui, Hou Junji, Scipio the Great, etc. They have all been punished (Shi Wansui, Hou Junji) or accused (Scipio Daxi) for improperly handling the spoils of war. Pia). After all, theoretically speaking, generals only have the power to command the army to win. It is the ruler's right to dispose of the spoils of war. Disposing of the spoils of war without authorization is a serious act of unauthorized power.
But war is the most intense and rapidly changing confrontational activity. If you want to win, you must give generals enough autonomy. Distributing spoils to boost the morale of soldiers is also one of them. After all, if you lose, you will have nothing. Therefore, generally speaking, generals who handle trophies without authorization are generally punished with serious crimes and lightly punished, or not punished at all. Generals like Wang Wenzuo who won battles without superiors present usually divided up most of the spoils on the spot, leaving only a small portion to be put on the list and handed over. This was why Zhang Junyan showed him the list first.
However, what Wang Wenzuo valued more was not the captured property, but the thousand captives. These labor forces were much more valuable than the spoils of war. If Chaichuanzha had not had abundant human resources, he would not have been able to make new improvements to the ballistae in just one month. Unfortunately, he was forced to give up the ballista under the orders of his superiors, and these thousand prisoners How to deal with it is up to the university to ask.
"Mr. Lang!"
"Sancho, come in!" Wang Wenzuo said with a smile: "Are the Liu family and his son okay?"
"I'm a little dumbfounded. It's probably my first time to see such a big scene!" Sancho said with a smile: "I chatted with the little one a few times and comforted him a few times. It's much better now!"
"That's good! You should pay more attention to them, father and son, and don't make any mistakes!" Wang Wenzuo smiled: "Also, you can pick a few smart ones from your men and sneak them into the prisoners."
"Should I inquire about the news?" Sancho's eyes lit up.
"Almost, there are as many prisoners as we have. If there are a few guys with ulterior motives instigating it -" Wang Wenzuo paused for a moment: "Do you understand?"
"I understand, then I'll do it right away!"
Wang Wenzuo nodded, picked up the list and started reading it. He had just read two lines when He Bayong rushed in from outside, holding a letter in his hand, and said loudly: "Sanlang, look at this! "
"Where did it come from?" Wang Wenzuo finished reading the letter with a serious look on his face.
"A copper box! Found from a corpse!" He Bayong said with a smile: "How about it? Is this letter important?"
Wang Wenzuo said nothing, stood up and walked around the room. There are only a few sentences in this letter, but the content inside is extremely shocking: the sender induced the owner of the letter to assassinate Hei Te Changzhi, and promised that he would take over the power of Hei Te Changzhi after the completion of the letter, but the letter paper was smaller than Normal paper is shorter, and there is no signature at the end. Apparently the person involved has torn off the signature.
