"Not good!"
"Big Prince! The soldiers of Daliang are here again."
"These madmen come every day, and so many people die, they still dare to come."
The twenty-year-old prince had a gloomy face and held the long knife in his hand tightly. He inherited the arrogance of his grandfather's brutal father, but his character was far inferior. If Fu Mingdun or Shi Luohou was alive, he would have led his troops to run away long ago.
I will stay in the mountains without worrying about burning firewood. I am in a dead end. Why can I hold on?
The eldest prince did not hesitate to kill his own uncle and suppressed civil strife with bloody means, and fought head-on with the soldiers of Daliang who came to attack every day. Just refuse to escape!
This Daliang army is obviously far less powerful than the border army, whether it is cavalrying or shooting. The Rouran Warriors who are proficient in horse battles can kill three or four opponents. But the other party was like an undead bed bug, killing until dark every day and coming again the next morning.
It has been fighting for six or seven days, and nearly half of the opponent's 40,000 troops have been consumed. The morale of the army has not yet collapsed and still attacks every day. This madness of the death battle finally made the eldest prince feel chilled.
If there were such soldiers in the Daliang army, even the brave Rouran warriors would not be able to resist them.
These days, most of the opponents died in battle, and there were many Rouran's war soldiers. In addition to the cavalry who died in civil strife, nearly 30% of the 60,000 cavalry in Rouran's tent also lost.
The remaining cavalry gathered together, but they were still sharp and unstoppable. As long as he wants to leave, no one can keep him.
The eldest prince thought so in his heart, but he said: "Beat the war drum and let the knights fight! Kill them all!"
The confidant guard couldn't help but approach and whispered anxiously: "Big Prince, aren't you leaving yet?"
If you don’t leave, you’re afraid you won’t be able to leave.
The eldest prince glared fiercely, and the confidant immediately shut up.
The sound of horse hooves like muffled thunder made the earth tremble.
Looking down at the hedge of the cavalry from the sky is exciting. If you are truly in it, you will feel different. Just like a flesh-and-blood grinder, life is ruthlessly crushed.
"Kill!"
Yu Chong's left arm could not move, two bandages were tied to his chest, blood was flowing from his forehead, and his right arm was still holding a thick-backed sword high, and his voice was still loud: "For the big beam! Kill!"
The soldiers behind them were inspired by the courage of their heads and shouted and rushed together.
Yu Chong's dozens of personal guards kept guarding Yu Chong's side. After several days of fighting, more than 80 of the 100 personal guards had died, only these dozen people were left. Because Yu Chong always leads his troops to charge, it is the most dangerous, and his personal soldiers have the highest loss rate.
No one knows whether Yu Chong cried bitterly every night. The still alive guards followed their generals silently and continued to fight to the death.
At noon, Yu Chong was left with two personal guards.
Two more scars were added to Yu Chong's body.
There was no time to bandage, and there was too much blood loss, and Yu Chong felt dizzy in front of him. My right arm can no longer be waving. He still did not retreat, nor did he hear the sound of his personal guards trying to persuade him to go back.
I don’t know where the strength comes from, but I can still shout: “Soldiers, don’t be afraid, people die, birds are facing the sky. We have killed so many Rouran barbarians today, so it’s enough to be able to do it. Keep killing!”
The two personal guards wiped their red eyes with the back of their hands and shouted together: "Kill!"
The muffled thunder rolls!
Is it going to rain?
Yu Chong's reaction was much slower than usual. After a while, he realized that reinforcements were coming.
He suddenly turned his head and looked to the northeast.
A big flying flag was dancing in the wind and hit his eyes.
It is the red dragon flag of the Nanyang Palace!
Liu Hengchang must be here!
Her Majesty’s personal guard camp is here!
The most elite cavalry in Daliang is here!
He finally survived this moment. Yu Chong grinned and smiled proudly. It was not until this moment that he realized that the smell of blood was everywhere in his mouth. He didn't vomit out, swallowed all the blood, and continued to laugh.
Very good! He fought desperately, dragging the Rouran barbarian tightly until the army came.
"General!" The screams of horror from the guards seemed to sound in his ears.
Yu Chong can no longer hear it.
Amid the cheerful and unrestrained laughter, Yu Chong's body shook and fell off his horse.
...
Liu Hengchang led the elite cavalry of the personal guard camp and tore open the Rouran cavalry's formation like a sharp knife.
Speaking of which, Liu Hengchang felt a little depressed.
There is a chain of contempt in the Daliang army, and the top is the Nanyang Guard Camp, which is unique in terms of combat power and holy family. Secondly, the British Guard Camp and the Imperial Guard, and then it was the border army. Shenwei Camp is slightly worse than Shenwei Camp.
As for dozens of garrison troops, the total strength is about 200,000, but it is a miscellaneous army of varying quality. Only the Nanyang Army was barely considered an elite soldier with the support of the Nanyang Prince's Mansion.
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!
With three troops and horses, Yu Chong's team has the lowest combat power.
After entering the grassland, the main force of the Rouran Barbarian was Yu Chong.
When he received the news, he felt a little upset.
First, I regretted that I had lost the best chance to make achievements, and second, I was worried that the garrison would be defeated by one blow. I was even more worried that after the Rouran barbarian was alarmed, he quickly fled away.
It’s a few days’ journey, you can’t catch up just by wanting to. Once the Rouran barbarians ran away, the army would never return.
He led the elite soldiers of the personal guard camp to gallop, rushing all the way, praying silently in his heart for God's blessing. Bless Yu Chong, possessed by the God of War, and delayed for a few days until he led his troops to arrive.
Perhaps it was because of his piety that it was revealed.
It is no exaggeration to say that when Liu Hengchang arrived at the battlefield, he almost cried with joy.
The Rouran Barbarian is still here.
Let them stay here forever!
"My boys! Kill the enemy!"
Liu Hengchang did not lead the troops to charge. Such a brave thing is most suitable for Qin Zhan and Meng Dashan. He stayed behind, constantly observing the battlefield, using the snare drum as the horn.
Only the people in the personal guard camp can understand the complex sound of the snare drum. It will ring in about half an hour, or it will be as anxious as a rainstorm, or it will be beaten rhythmically. The Nanyang guards maintained the cavalry formation with the sound of the snare drums, and methodically harvested the heads of the Rouran barbarians.
The eldest prince was finally defeated and rushed out under the cover of hundreds of personal soldiers.
Liu Hengchang sent Tao Da out: "Catch up, there is no need to catch a living, just take the lead and come back."
Tao Da smiled murderously and led two thousand cavalry away.
"General Liu," a personal guard whispered: "The military doctor failed to wake up General Yu. General Yu died at the expense of his strength!"
Liu Hengchang's heart suddenly sank.
There were fierce fighting in the front, and several tents were set up in the rear to serve as wounded soldiers' tents.
Yu Chong lay on the simple bed, his expression forever frozen in the joyful and wanton laugh before his death. (This chapter ends)