Murje is brave and good at fighting, his arrogance has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, everyone thought that this would be a dragon fight, no one expected this to be the result, the extremely strong Mannye was beheaded in just one round, and the Eastern General was unharmed. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Slavs were shocked, but Cao Yuan was not surprised at all, Yang Zaixing's bravery, not under the tall general at all, not to say that occupying the advantage of the war horse is to fight head-on fairly, and the burly Slavic barbarian is definitely not General Yang's opponent. Manerye paid the price for his arrogance, he looked down on Yang Zaixing too much, and he actually relied on his strength, holding two broadswords, wanting to forcibly stop one person and one horse. Yang Zaixing is not a pedantic person, how could he let go of such a good opportunity, so the spear barbed and the cavalry knife slashed quickly, and killed this arrogant Slav. Murye's death was complete, causing the remnants of the Slavic army, whose morale was on the verge of collapse, to fall into despair immediately, and Zhuoko was also miserable, she didn't expect Mannje to die in this way, in the face of the strangulation of cavalry and infantry, the number was also at an absolute disadvantage, and it could be said that there was no hope at all. Djoko threw away his broadsword and chose to surrender, and the other remnants of the Slavic soldiers saw that Droko was like this, and no longer made useless resistance.

The stronghold of Ishibashi was subjected to two major battles, the blood soaked the earth, and a touch of the setting sun smeared the red of death, and Manerye was defeated, and only more than 1,000 of his tens of thousands of elite soldiers survived to the end. Cao Yuan's cold gaze swept over those Slavic captives, the corners of his mouth turned up, quite ruthless, "General, what about these Slavs?" Keep it, or...."

Yang Zaixing frowned tightly, and looked at the past, as if it were substance, and all those Slavs lowered their heads. Dzoko and many of the Slavs were in a state of uneasiness and fear, wondering what the fate would be, and hoping for the mercy of the Easterners. Hehe, if it were usual, I would still have hoped, but when Mannye put the head of the Eastern General on a stake, he was already doomed to be impossible to obtain mercy, just think about the fate of the skinner. At the beginning, the Peeling Family created a tragedy in the small town of Umezu, but in the blink of an eye, the entire Peeling Family was removed, and the Oriental people were not only merciful, but when they were ruthless, they were even crazier than the Peeling Family. Yang Zaixing was silent for a long time, the current situation is really difficult to deal with, the big war is imminent, where is the heart to deal with the prisoners? But if they are all killed, it is not realistic, and if they are all killed, then the Slavs will surrender later? After thinking about it for a long time, he finally had an idea, raised his finger and pointed at Zhuo Ke who was squatting in front of him, "Tell that guy that victory or defeat is a common thing in soldiers, but General Zhao's affairs can't be revealed here, someone must pay the price, so only half of these captives can survive." ”

Yang Zaixing's words were tantamount to giving a verdict to Zhuo Ke and other prisoners, Cao Yuan smiled coldly and ordered the translator to pass the word. As the translator finished paraphrasing the meaning, Dzoko's face turned pale as paper, and many ordinary Slavic soldiers were already trembling, Djoko couldn't say anything, and he could only blame Manerye, because of his recklessness and arrogance, thousands of Slavic men were responsible for his mistakes. Just like the Oriental people say, since things have been done, you have to pay the corresponding price, Zhuo Ke can not make a choice, but Cao Yuan is not a saint, he gave an order, the soldiers guarding the surrounding area pounced on those Slavic prisoners, now these Slavic prisoners are a group of lambs to be slaughtered, the sunset is sprinkled, bathed in countless miserable howls, Zhuo Ke half-opened his mouth, looking at the snow dancing in front of him, one by one fresh lives died, he was so frightened that his soul was scared.

In the end, only more than 400 Slavic captives survived, and the Slavs who had already been killed were completely frightened by the merciless slaughter just now. The terrible Orientals, who carry their swords like pigs, have no mercy. There are a few timid ones, who have become fools with fright, their eyes glazed over. Yang Zaixing was a man of his word, and after the killing lasted for a while, he let the others go, but he didn't let Zhuo Ke go easily. At this time, Zhuo Ke had been scared into a puddle of mud, Cao Yuan rushed up and slapped him hard twice before dragging his mind back, "You are the legion legal officer, Ben will ask you, how many soldiers and horses are there in the direction of Kyiv City now?" ”

In fact, the situation in Kyiv City, the Intelligence Department and the Secret Hall have done investigations through various means, but the battlefield is ever-changing, and no one knows what the situation will be in the next moment. In the face of Yang Zaixing's interrogation, Zhuo Ke really didn't want to hide it, at this time he had no hope for the future, since the Orientals couldn't stop it, what else could he hide? As soon as he saw Yang Zaixing, Zhuo Ke couldn't help but think of the scene where Murye was killed, "In.... After the Battle of Gorod Heights, the Grand Duke gathered all the young men near Kiev City, and after a short period of training, formed an avant-garde army of more than 30,000 people, plus more than 30,000 elites stationed in Kiev City, the total strength reached 60,000. The Grand Duke divided his forces into three routes, one capturing the stronghold of Stone Bridge, attacking Nosra along the Suzdal River, one protecting Kiev from the middle front, and the other attacking Nosra from the south. ”

Yang Zaixing's expression did not change, and Zhuo Ke also knew that the situation he just said was not of much value, so he had to grit his teeth and said, "Although there are many people, there have been deserters in the past few days, and the morale of the army is low, and after this battle, tens of thousands of soldiers and horses have been lost, so the Grand Duke's strength in the front of Kiev City has been greatly weakened, if it is..... If it is involved from the flanks, I am afraid that the Grand Duke's soldiers and horses will be involved and will not be able to take care of each other. ”

"Finally, you are still a little useful" Yang Zaixing waved his hand, signaling his own soldiers to escort Zhuo Ke down and keep him under strict guard, and Cao Yuan and several other commanders had already gathered over. The recapture of the Shiqiao stronghold can also be regarded as revenge, and how to fight next depends on Yang Zaixing's meaning, "General, the next step is to continue to block the Slavs according to the predetermined plan and retreat back?" ”

"So many things have happened, it obviously doesn't make much sense to go according to the original plan, from what Zhuoko said, it can be known that Viache, an old barbarian, still has some strength, although many people have not undergone rigorous training, but the number of people is large, and if the strong line is blocked, it will not be of much benefit to us. You can order the front to cover each other, resist step by step, and retreat to a place parallel to the stronghold of the stone bridge to meet the enemy. If the Chinese army under the command of Vyache presses up, the general can lead the cavalry to attack around the rear and maximize the advantages of the cavalry" Yang Zaixing has been baptized by war and has already been honed into an old monster on the battlefield, and he can analyze various advantages and disadvantages in the shortest possible time.

Cao Yuan nodded secretly, he glanced at the Slavic captives in the distance, and said worriedly, "General, do you believe that what the Slavs said is true?" The Slavs have been drained by our blood, can they still make up so many young people? ”

"Hehe, there is no doubt about this, at this time, is it necessary for them to lie to us? What's more, no matter whether what he said is true or not, now that the Shiqiao stronghold is owned by us, and Manerye's soldiers and horses are almost completely wiped out, it can be said that withdrawing the battle line to the line of the Shiqiao stronghold will benefit us without harm, since we want to fight, we can't easily give up the initiative" Yang Zaixing's words were convincing, and Cao Yuan and the others said no more. Yang Zaixing said to do it, although the battle in the Shiqiao stronghold was fierce, but the ancient town cavalry did not have much loss, only rested for an hour and recovered, when it came, taking advantage of the night, this cavalry disappeared into the darkness along the way Manerye came.

It was another sunny day, Murye's army defeated the Shiqiao stronghold, and the annihilation of the whole army did not seem to affect Viache's headquarters of the Chinese army, under the order of Viache, nearly 30,000 Chinese troops were still approaching the east step by step, and finally in the middle of the hour, they met with the 5,000 **** infantry stationed on the front line of the Shiqiao stronghold. Cao Yuan galloped south from the stronghold of the stone bridge, personally commanding, with a dark and heavy shield in front of him, spears sticking out, and rows of longbowmen behind him half-squatting on the ground, stretching their bows and arrows, ready to attack. When the battle is fought to this point, neither side has a way out. The **** is set in the local battlefield, the elite is good at fighting, but the Viache side has a troop advantage, at least before Zhao Yougong's main force of the Chinese army arrives, Viache's troop advantage is real. Cao Yuan did not use a square formation, but divided more than 5,000 soldiers and horses into five circular formations, one in the middle, and the others were lined up.

Viache had never seen such a strange formation, but it did not hinder his desire to attack, the long sword pointed ahead, and there was a hint of eagerness in his eyes, "Zancaro, divide the general avant-garde army to attack the past, and the overseer team will come forward, if anyone dares to retreat, there will be no mercy." Viache's words were cold, and his expression was like a knife. And Zancaro beside him changed his face drastically, the Grand Duke is really worthy of being a hero, and he is really ruthless and decisive in doing things. The so-called avant-garde army is just young men who have been trained for no more than a month, and there are some children of thirteen or fourteen years old, how much combat strength they can have, but now they are going to be sent to be cannon fodder. Many Slavs are on the battlefield for the first time, and in the face of the treacherous scenes, some are afraid, some are excited, and some are desperate, but without exception, they can only move forward, and the retreat is the steel knife of the warlord, and they will definitely die, and there is still a glimmer of life in the advance.

Zankaro roared, his horses trembled, and the soldiers of the vanguard rushed in a loose formation, "Ula.... Ulla....", the voices came and went, immature and desolate, like a Slavic nation, bursting out into the final swan song. Vyache's eyes were cold, calm, but in his heart, he kept dripping blood, if he could, he didn't want to overdraft the future of the Slavs, those poor children, but he had no other choice, as long as there was a glimmer of life, he had to fight, God gave up Kipros, but she Grand Duke Viache has not given up, the great empire of Kipros will definitely be realized.

Cao Yuan formed five large circular formations, the formations were compact and coordinated with each other, he knew that this formation was not lethal enough, but its strength was that the defense was very strong and it was not easy to be broken through. This kind of formation is generally used when it is surrounded, and Cao Yuan put out this kind of large formation at this time, with a very obvious intention, that is, to drag down Viache's Chinese army and consume as much time as possible. Hmph, Viache's Chinese army looks full of strength and is a little scary, but there are too many recruits, as long as they are consumed, as time goes on, the first to collapse must be those recruits who have no battlefield experience, and their psychological endurance is almost zero.

The Slavs poured over in an overwhelming manner, as can be seen from the loose formation of their mothers, without cooperation, fighting on their own, with a variety of weapons in their hands, some even holding a wooden stick. It's a bunch of inexperienced recruits, like a flock of dizzy sheep, constantly rushing towards the bloodthirsty lions. Cao Yuan didn't have the slightest pity, raised his hand, and suddenly shouted, "Release the arrow!" ”

Suddenly, the longbowmen, who had been preparing for a long time, released their bowstrings, and a rain of arrows flew out of the large circular array, forming a covering band three or four feet long near the thirty zhang in front, and the rain of arrows fell, and many Slavs were crucified. They are just a group of young people, who don't know how to cover, and they don't have a shield to protect themselves, so they can only become targets under the rain of arrows. These poor farmers and children, when they had seen the rain of arrows like a plague of locusts, had already been frightened to the face of the earth, and in fear, many of them had blank heads, and fled back with a terrible howl, only to be greeted by the butcher's knives of the Overseers. can't retreat, they can only rush forward hard, they use their flesh and blood, consuming the arrows of the ****.

Cao Yuan shook his head secretly, at this moment, he also admired Vyache's methods a little. This Viache is really a bold, decisive, tiger-like character, and this time, he must not be allowed to run away.

The rain of arrows finally thinned out, until it turned from something to nothing, except for an arrow that created a barrier, and countless corpses lay there, hot blood flowing. The dream was miserable, the blood flowed, a corpse suddenly moved, his hand poked out of the dirt, there was an arrow stuck in his hand, he looked into the distance, his throat fluttered, he didn't know what to say, and finally his pupils were dilated, and there was no more color.

Rain of arrows, corpses, Viache finally raised his hand, his eyes were full of determination, "Left and right wings, rush up, hit the city wood and prepare, rush through the formation of the Orientals." ”

"Ulla.... Ulla...."

Between heaven and earth, there are vast figures, and the killing never ends! (To be continued.) )