Chapter 358: Vulnerable
On the vast and vast wilderness, thousands of horses galloped, never stopping.
North of Heshui, a sentinel rider who was taking a nap under a tree sat up alertly and looked around subconsciously.
The earth seemed to be shaking.
Beads of sweat suddenly appeared on his forehead. After climbing up the tree in twos and twos, he stared towards the north.
Look at the nearby area first.
It was a flat wilderness, so barren that it looked as if no one had cultivated it for thousands of years. The sky above the wilderness was empty, with nothing but green wormwood and gorgeous wild flowers.
Looking further north.
The terrain is slightly undulating, and there is an obvious ridge there. The emerald green carpet extends to that side, and then stops abruptly, and there is still nothing.
But he did not relax, because the tremors in the earth became more and more obvious.
Suddenly, several riders appeared in the center of the ridge.
The sentry knight's eyes suddenly froze, and his face turned slightly pale.
Almost instantly, more cavalry appeared in the center of the ridge, then to the left, to the right, to the left, to the right...
They appeared like magic, densely packed. Standing in a row, quietly looking south.
The sentry rider's teeth couldn't stop chattering up and down, making a "gurgle" sound.
A flag appeared on the ridge, and the flag bearer waved it non-stop.
With his wave, the cavalry slowly walked down the ridge.
Fifty, one hundred, two hundred, five hundred...
More and more cavalry appear in sight.
The pace is neither fast nor slow, just like walking on the grass.
The officer with the recognition flag on his back waved his arm and shouted something. Every time he shouted, there was a chorus of response from behind him.
The cavalry were still walking downhill slowly. The front group had already reached the flat field, while the rear group had just crossed the ridge line.
More than a thousand riders have appeared!
Their pace is getting faster and faster, and the horseshoes keep tapping the earth with a unique rhythm.
Sand mixed with grass clippings flew up and down.
The cold light of the weapon is extremely dazzling under the scorching sun.
The riders controlled their horses' desire to sprint, suppressed their speed, and gradually formed a long line.
Gradually, the speed picked up.
The warriors on horseback lowered themselves slightly and took out the horn bows that had been strung.
The sentry rider suddenly woke up, rolled down the tree, and untied the reins tied to the trunk with trembling hands.
While explaining, he looked up.
The sound of the cavalry running was like muffled thunder.
The mount couldn't help but neigh, as if it was feeling nervous. Fortunately, he finally untied the reins. He didn't even have time to get food, water and arrow pot, so he got on his horse and galloped south.
Before leaving, he turned his head and took one last look.
The flat wilderness has been filled with cavalry.
On the ridgeline farther away, there are still cavalry climbing over and running down quickly.
One, two, three, four...
The sentry rider counted four cavalry lines in total. From the corner of his left and right eyes, there seemed to be cavalry moving forward quickly, outflanking them in a roundabout way.
He was so frightened that he didn't dare to look back, and ran towards his camp with all his strength.
The large group of cavalry behind him completely ignored him and did not send anyone to chase him. The whole group still maintained a steady forward momentum.
The sound of horse hoofbeats is like beating on people's hearts, which is full of oppression.
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Five pontoon bridges have been erected over the He River, and a large group of Gou soldiers are lining up to cross the river.
The enemy's reinforcements have been defeated by the governor, but some people withdrew into the camp and resisted stubbornly.
Up to this point in the battle, the front army is very tired and they need to cross the river to rotate.
Looking at the enemy's situation, even if reinforcements arrive, they will definitely not be able to survive the night. With a little more effort, the stronghold was broken, and then no one could stop them.
So we saw——
On the pontoon, there was a lot of noise.
On the north bank of Heshui, there are constant urging sounds.
But all of this suddenly came to an end after the sound of earthquakes in the earth continued to sound.
Some people subconsciously looked north.
In the diffuse smoke, the ferocious figures of the cavalry were looming.
Among the dozens of riders rushing at the front, there was even the sound of bowstrings.
Someone stood on the horse, waving one hand vigorously, beckoning the people behind to follow quickly.
Following his movements, a long row of cavalry rushed out of the smoke and flattened the long spears in their hands.
The sound of hoofbeats became more intensive and faster.
The soldiers who stayed in the camp regretted not building an earthen wall and setting up anti-horse guns. They hurriedly moved the baggage vehicles, trying to stop the oncoming cavalry.
The sentry rider who rushed back to the camp found that there was no need for him to report the news.
When he saw his colleagues making a last-ditch effort in a panic, he subconsciously wanted to get off his horse and help.
The horse neighed uneasily.
The Sentinel Cavalry turned around and took a look. The figure of the opponent's cavalry was getting taller and taller, and the distance was getting closer and closer.
With a flick of his horse's head, he rushed out of the camp and didn't care anymore.
The defenders who were moving the obstacles also dispersed.
The violent tremors, the sky full of smoke and dust, the tall figure, the cold blade of the gun, and the overwhelming momentum cannot be resisted except by those with a strong will. They ran in vain.
The charging cavalry passed them and continued forward, breaking through the tent, knocking down the rice cooker, jumping over the ditch, and diagonally cutting into the fleeing crowd, Everything was shattered.
When the smoke caused by the first row of cavalry gradually dissipated, the ground was already covered with corpses.
The second row came one after another. Taking advantage of the chaos caused by the first row, they picked up the spears, waved their halberds, and sabers again and again. They scattered the enemy soldiers who had gathered slightly, and then turned a corner. , dispersed to both sides.
The third row rushed across and drove the enemy soldiers that had been scattered to Heshui.
The light cavalry on both sides of the detour fired their bows continuously, driving the dizzy enemy soldiers running towards the center, and then they were smashed to pieces by the shock cavalry.
In the water, the sound of "plop" can be heard endlessly.
On the north side of the floating bridge, arrows fell like a heavy rain.
The bridge has overturned, and the enemy soldiers floating in the water are crying.
A fire broke out in the camp, and columns of smoke rose into the sky.
The battlefield fell into unprecedented chaos, with countless casualties and casualties.
The cavalry gradually gathered up and formed a loose formation in the distance.
The flag was waved again, and the officer waved his arms and shouted loudly.
The sound of horse hooves sounded again.
First jog in small steps, then run quickly at a constant speed, and finally charge at a high speed.
They were like iron plows, plowing up the seven or eight thousand enemy troops still remaining on the north bank.
Horse swords, halberds, iron swords, sabers, horned bows, etc., all common weapons were transformed into peerless weapons at this moment, and each one was contaminated with more than one life.
The enemy army completely collapsed.
Hundreds of people stumbled into the water.
A group of cavalry stopped by the river bank, paused on the ground, then pulled out the tip of their bow, quickly strung it, and after roughly calibrating it, they scattered death arrows on the river.
The red water splashes keep rising.
The human body sinks as quickly as a stone.
The sound of crying resounded on both sides of the He River.
Dark clouds obscured the scorching sun, as if God did not want to see this tragic massacre any longer.
A total of eight thousand people were rushed into Heshui by the surging cavalry and were defeated.
At this moment, "the water does not flow" is not an exaggerated description by the literati, but a true reproduction of the scene.
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On the south bank of He River, Gou Xi closed her eyes in pain.
He had countless ways to stop the cavalry charge, but he didn’t arrange any of them today.
The large group of cavalry falling from the sky was beyond his expectation.
Until now, he has tried his best to figure out where the cavalry came from and who they belonged to?
There is no need to continue fighting.
The defeat is certain, the defeat is miserable, it has never been so miserable.
The soldiers rushed over, lifted him onto the horseback, and then ran south surrounded by him.
Gou Chun was directing the attack on the camp. When the noise from the north bank came, he was about to win the final victory and had no time to think about anything else.
By the time we realized that the chaos was gradually spreading, it was already too late.
The soldiers made a loud noise and retreated one after another.
The brother's soldiers shouted something hoarsely across the broken troops.
Gou Chun looked north attentively and saw groups of cavalry holding horses high in the air. They had already rushed across the pontoon bridge and were heading here.
At that moment, Gou Chun was sweating profusely and felt weak all over.
The soldiers pulled the horses and asked him to escape quickly.
The cavalry also discovered his presence, and after picking up their horse speed, they rushed over directly.
Gou Chun quickly mounted his horse, and as soon as he took two steps, two horse spears came forward, one after the other.
He clamped one pole and narrowly avoided the other. Just as he was about to turn his horse's head and run away, he heard a sharp sound breaking through the air, and an arrow crossed the chaotic battlefield. Hit him right in the forehead.
"Bang!" Gou Chun fell to the ground with a crash, blood flowing from his forehead and seeping into the grass.
The soldiers' eyes suddenly turned red, and they no longer cared about escaping for their lives. They stepped forward one after another and strangled the cavalry who rushed over, exchanging lives for lives. They were like crazy tigers.
More cavalry gathered around.
Gou Chun has become unrecognizable under the stampede of horse hooves.
On the pontoon bridge, cavalry continued to cross the river. After forming a team for a while, they broke into pieces. Under the leadership of an officer carrying a flag, the pursuit began in a small formation.
The enemy troops fled in all directions, throwing away everything they could throw away, just to survive.
The cavalry pursued easily and comfortably, taking away lives one after another with little effort.
Looking down from the air, from the north bank of He River to the south, corpses were everywhere, extending directly for ten miles.
When the last group of horses snorted back, the sky was already dark.
The entire battlefield fell silent.
The strong south wind blows away the summer heat.
Song Tao sobbed and took away the crying new soul.
A golden-armored general, surrounded by people, slowly arrived at the south bank of He River.
Outside the camp, more than ten generals, including Prime Minister Xia Houheng, came out one after another and prostrated themselves on the ground.
The golden-armored general stood on his horse and silently scanned the battlefield.
The flags roared.
No one spoke, everyone fell into unspeakable emotions.
"General Gou is vulnerable!" The golden-armored general said with a chuckle.
(End of this chapter)