Chapter 13: The Flower of Life

Before the pheasant could catch his breath, the screams of the front came over. Dozens of crossbowmen in the front row had fallen to the ground, and many of the wounded had been snatched back by their robes, howling miserably in the camp. Bu Pheasant couldn't help but take a deep breath, he didn't expect that less than a hundred horsemen would dare to attack his thousands of soldiers and horses.

"The crossbowman is in front, and the archer is in the back. Fight back and press down the opponent's bow and crossbow, and the sword and shield battalion cover. ”

The captain of the crossbow battalion commanded his men and rushed out with flying arrows. The infantry of the Sword and Shield Battalion raised their shields to cover the crossbowmen, screaming and slaughtering their battles.

Wu's crossbowmen activated the crossbow in their hands, and the crossbow lost power after flying less than 300 paces. It staggered to the ground, and from a distance it looked as if it was still two hundred paces away from those Hun cavalry.

"No way, how did their crossbow shoot so far."

The captain of the crossbow battalion looked incredulous and turned to look at the pheasant.

The pheasant gritted his teeth, his face was iron-blue.

The opponent relied on the advantage of range to eat himself, although he had 5,000 soldiers under his command. But it was obviously impossible to march seventy miles under the attack of the enemy's bow and crossbow. According to this trend, even if he arrives in Yecheng, I am afraid that there will not be a few people left of these 5,000 people. Looking at the more than 100 ox carts behind him, these ox carts came in handy. Many of the ox carts were now full of wounded soldiers, and the wails continued to destroy the will of the soldiers.

There were already soldiers with panicked looks, especially those with long halberds without shields. They were the most vulnerable in front of the crossbows, and now they were surrounded in an array, completely protected by the sword and shield battalions and the bow and crossbow battalions.

"The sword and shield bearers lined up in front of the formation, covering the crossbowmen to retreat to their own formation.

You go and inform Dr. Wei Dai, and let him lead 15,000 soldiers and horses to move closer to me, quickly. Must meet me before sunset today. ”

The pheasant commanded to his herald. Now the heralds are one of the few who have horses.

"No"

The herald ran in the direction of Luoyang City on horseback, but he ran out of the army formation only a few hundred paces before he was shot through the head by an arrow flying from an oblique thorn.

The goshawk with more than ten horsemen has already swam to the rear of the pheasant, and unlike the others, the goshawk has a strong bow of three stones in his hand.

When the Huns saw that the goshawk was so brave, they burst into cheers. Bu Pheasant's face turned white, and now he can be regarded as trapped here. If the opponent's ultra-long-range crossbow arrows come over, I'm afraid even the sword and shield hand can't resist it. At that time, I am afraid it will be a catastrophe.

Yun Xiao leisurely beat his horse and wandered around five hundred paces away from the infantry pheasant army, and from time to time he took out a handful of beans from his pocket and stuffed them into his mouth, chewing with a clattering sound. The Xiongnu men continued to fire crossbow arrows at the Wu army's military formation in several directions, and although they were protected by sword and shield hands, some people kept falling. Wu Jun was shot back by dense bows and crossbows several times, and at a distance of three hundred and fifty paces, even the shield of the sword and shield hand could not withstand the attack of the iron-tired crossbow, and was shot through.

The old fisher returned, and the ten carts turned around and began to shoot at the Wu army's military formation. When Yun Xiao heard the familiar sound of tearing the silk cloth, Wu Jun began to become confused. One by one, the living soldiers were nailed to the ground by javelins and turned into lifeless corpses. The blow to morale is enormous. The Wu army, which had a huge military array, was being eaten like a cake by the Hun cavalry led by Yun Xiao.

The design of the rocker arm saved the Hun cavalry a lot of effort, and they did not have to pull the crossbow string hard, but only needed to shake the rocker a few times to wind it. The cart not far away was full of crossbow arrows, and they were not worried that they would run out of crossbow arrows, and it seemed that these crossbow arrows would have no problem dealing with 20,000 people.

The pheasant was trying to gather his soldiers so that their morale would not collapse, but he couldn't do anything about those things that were super long-range. I could only watch my own soldiers being shot like hunting. After several counterattacks, the soldiers rushed to their own range, and the crossbowmen were just about to shoot. But they found that the rangers and carts had retreated, and the distance was once again widened, and the Hun cavalry galloped and shot as if their crossbows would never run out. The soldiers sadly realized that people can't outrun horses.

If it goes on like this, it's a question of whether the sunset can last until noon. Just now, I naively thought that I could hold on until dark and retreat with Wei Daihui. As soon as the pheasant's eyes closed, he drew his sword and wiped it around his neck. Rather than being killed as a prey, it is better to cut it off yourself.

"General, no, I'll kill you." A lieutenant grabbed the pheasant's arm and snatched the sword with all his might.

The five thousand soldiers, under the command of the captains, rushed frantically towards the way they came. Almost all the sword and shield men were left in the rear, relying on ox carts and shields to resist the attack of the Hun cavalry.

Yun Xiao smiled slightly, this is death. The sword and shield men were all left behind, and the crossbowmen and halberd soldiers in front were not their targets. The Huns were all masters of hunting, and when they saw the Wu army changing formations, they knew that they were going to escape, but there were too many people to eat in one bite.

At this time, the mobility advantage of the cavalry was revealed, and the Hun men changed their horses. He galloped all the way towards the phalanx of the halberders, the softest part of the formation. They did not have the slightest protection against the bow and crossbow, and under the attack of the Hun men, they fell like wheat. Almost every step of the way a few people fell to the ground, the wailing wounded soldiers gradually went unheeded, and fear began to spread rapidly among the army like a plague.

The collapse began at the halberd camp, where the soldiers threw away their weapons and ran frantically regardless of the formation. The extremely nervous soldiers suddenly collapsed, and then the bow and crossbow battalion followed. All the soldiers began to run. The direction doesn't matter, and neither does the purpose. They just instinctively ran, escaping from the snowy field that was slowly devouring life, and Batu hung up his bow and drew his saber with a smirk.

The crumbling army was like a yellow sheep driven away, and although there were thousands of them, they were driven away by dozens of wolf-like cavalry.

Batu took the lead, and the long sword entered softly. The saber slashed horizontally and vertically, and the blood of the handful soared again and again, giving birth to a strange beauty in the sun. The Huns frantically harvested their lives like hungry wolves, biting one to death and then rushing to the next, without the slightest mercy for the routed army that had no ability to resist.

The pheasant looked at the slaughtered subordinate in pain, and a feathered arrow pierced his throat accurately. Goshawk has been staring at this only guy on horseback for a long time, and if it wasn't for the pheasant's horse, it would be considered a BMW, so I'm afraid he would report to Hades early in the morning.

The bear was even more elated, he was tall and often robbed of people's heads, often when he was about to catch up, he was shot with an arrow, and now this scene is like a gluttonous feast. Everyone is busy chasing and killing, and there are too many people to be busy. The bear roared and slammed left and right with the mace, and all the people he touched were broken tendons, and the spikes of the mace were full of minced meat, and many people were smashed by him, as for the extraction of the head, it was not within his consideration.

Canghu rampaged through the dense crowd with a saber in hand, and people were rolling everywhere he went.

Yun Xiao watched a big hunting scene play out in front of his eyes. I think that back then, I am afraid that Gaozu Liu Bang was also surrounded in Baishan Mountain like this. The reason why it was not eaten was simply that there were too many people. In this era of cold weapons, the advantage of cavalry over infantry is enormous. Coupled with its own ultra-long-range strike weapons, the only means of resistance for the infantry is to nothing. Being eaten is a certain thing, but Yun Xiao didn't expect that the pheasant would be defeated so quickly and so miserably.

The hunt lasted all afternoon, and no one was bored with hanging their heads on their horses, because there were so many of them.

A thousand soldiers of the Sword and Shield Battalion, led by the captain, decided to surrender.

Canghu's fearful demand Yun Xiao refused to surrender, because there were too many troops to surrender. Sometimes the reservoir dogs don't fight, and when they turn around, they become hungry wolves.

Yun Xiao made up his mind several times, but he still didn't muster up the courage to kill these soldiers. There is no way, although in this era of killing, the education of later generations still played a huge role, and the soft thing called human nature in the heart repeatedly told sΓΉ Yunxiao not to do this, after all, they are all Han people, and they are of the same culture, the same species, and the same ancestry.

Although in a certain way, it is correct to kill these pawns. It is very dangerous to march with more than ten times the size of his own captives, but Yun Xiao just can't do it, sighing at his weakness, and stopping Batu is about to fall on the saber above the captain's head. He ordered them to be tied up and put behind them. They were ordered to divide into small groups and walk in the middle, and the Hun men followed from afar.

Under the leadership of the captain, the captives of the relatives were singled out. Some stayed here to help Batu clean up the battlefield, and some were escorted back to the Yecheng camp. Obviously won the battle, but Yun Xiao's right eyelid kept jumping, and a feeling of uneasiness enveloped Yun Xiao's whole body, but he didn't know where there would be danger.

All the hundred and ten ox carts were left for Batu, who should have a lot to load. From military armor and equipment to the heads of people who calculate merit, everything that can be taken away by oneself is indispensable.

Batu rejoiced in the task, driving the prisoners to pick up the knives and guns scattered all over the ground, cut off the heads of the corpses, and throw them on the slowly moving ox carts.

The feeling of uneasiness prompted Yun Xiao to decide to rush back to the Yecheng camp overnight, and the feeling of unsteadiness in his heart could only be released in a safe place. Yun Xiao attributed this feeling to self-blame after the killing, Yun Xiao took the disciples of Momen and twenty Hun cavalry, escorted more than 400 bundles of prisoners of war like zongzi, and left Yecheng in a series of twenty people overnight. Fortunately, Bu Pheasant was ready to pack and take away the grain, grass and ordnance of the Yecheng camp, otherwise Yun Xiao really wouldn't have so many ropes to tie up these prisoners of war.

The clouds climbed a small hill, and the vast snowfield took on a brilliant red color in the afterglow of the setting sun. The flowers of life bloom on the snowfield, and each one is a fresh life. As far as the eye can see, it seems to be boundless, extending all the way to the horizon.