The Hanoi and Weijun soldiers who poured into the east wall, as well as the Feihu Army officers who dismounted and fought on foot, killed every Han soldier inside the wall.
Regardless of their nationality or identity, whether they were unyielding or begging for mercy, all those wearing crimson military uniforms were dragged out and stabbed to death by the Taishan Army.
At the same time, Zhao Wei retreated from the north of the dock wall with an unknown number of remaining soldiers. At this time, the battlefield was already very chaotic. The five battalions of the army on the east side of the front slope of the Han army suffered heavy losses one after another. They also saw that the big banner representing the general Zhou Zhong was chopped off, and the whole army collapsed.
Zhao Wei did not dare to lead his headquarters through the chaotic battlefield, so he could only temporarily hide in a warehouse on the east wall.
Zhao Wei's war horse had been lost long ago, and he could only walk to the warehouse with his brothers. In these short two hundred steps, the number of people in the team was reduced by another hundred people.
And because Zhao Wei didn't even dare to unfurl his camp flag at this time, the officials on the periphery didn't even know that Zhao Wei was here, so their tendency to flee continued unabated.
After they finally rushed into the warehouse, Zhao Wei and the officials personally carried the logs and bolted the warehouse door.
At the last moment when the gate was closed, Zhao Wei saw that all the flags on the east wall on the opposite side had been replaced by apricot-yellow flags. At this time, he was extremely grateful that he was still alive.
On the east wall of the battlefield, there was no longer a single living Han soldier.
Beside the gate, which was torn apart by a giant axe, a group of Han soldiers hugging each other to death lay on the muddy ground. No one could tell who was the official and who was the scholar. Everyone was covered in mud and trampled down to a state of disgrace.
This was the place where the Han army resisted the fiercest, but it was reduced to powder under the collision of Xu Huang's strong soldiers.
Xu Huang also found the Han army general Zhou Hui on this wall. He didn't know the relationship between this man and Zhou Zhong, who had just been beheaded. In fact, Xu Huang didn't even care about this general.
He just pulled Zhou Hui's teeth, nodded, and then asked the guards to chop off the head.
The purpose of scratching one's teeth was to confirm Zhou Hui's identity, and that he was not a nobleman with bad teeth.
At this moment, Han Hao and Wei Zhong came over supporting each other. They thanked Xu Huang and asked what their next order was.
As for the ownership of Zhou Hui's head just now, they didn't even ask.
Xu Huang was not at all arrogant about saving people, but rather admired the courage of the second general. He carefully asked about the identity and resume of the two generals, and it was obvious that he was interested in mobilizing the two men.
After that, Xu Huang asked the second general to take his headquarters to rest. They would wait for the next military order from the Chinese army on the east wall of this place. Now, all they have to do is hold on to the east wall.
Yes, Xu Huang judged that the enemy would definitely counterattack. Because the fall of the east wall would be a major blow to the Han army, Lu Zhi would definitely send troops to seize it again.
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Standing on the wooden platform at the end of the Taishan Army formation, Zhang Chong looked very serious.
He saw the results achieved on the battlefield on the right wing. All the Han army's battalions on this slope collapsed. Yang Mao completed all the mission objectives before the war and finally stood up.
Zhang Chong's seriousness was not because of Yang Mao, but because he had just finally received Zhang Dan's latest military report.
The person who delivered the letter was Xu Sheng. The young general stood under the high platform with reverence and looked up at the majestic figure, trembling all over.
He felt that all the hard work of traveling all the way to deliver messages was restored.
The news sent by Zhang Dan was not optimistic. He told Zhang Chong that he had failed to capture the Han army in Hejian. The Han army in Hejian didn't know what kind of medicine they took this time, and they completely abandoned their baggage and kept running.
Zhang Dan was already much slower than the Han army in Hejian. Only a small number of outpost cavalry were able to bite the enemy's tail, but most of them still failed to catch up.
Therefore, Zhang Dan judged that according to the current situation, they might not be able to complete their goal of chasing the Han army in Hejian. And if this is the case, then the Han army in Hejian will probably be able to arrive at the Zhongrenting battlefield that day.
Zhang Dan immediately conveyed this judgment to the headquarters of Zhongrenting so that Zhang Chong could prepare.
From this point, Zhang Dan has to show a more qualified commander's perspective than the previous Yang Mao, has his own judgment of the current situation, and can communicate with the army in a timely manner.
This military report was written in Chou time. It is morning time now, which means that Xu Sheng has been riding a horse for at least three hours. With the fastest speed of the infantry, it means that Zhang Dan's troops have at least two more Time will come.
The Han soldiers in Hejian, who were far faster than Zhang Dan, were bound to be faster.
Zhang Chong knew with a little calculation in his mind that the enemy's reinforcements would arrive at the Zhongrenting battlefield in about an hour at most.
Now, the time that was originally relatively ample suddenly became tense.
After some deliberation, he ordered:
"Order the Chinese army's crossbows to attack."
A general of Hengxing rushed to a military formation with this military order, and then shouted to the general of the camp:
"The king has an order, and the bed crossbow camp will attack."
The general who took the order was sitting bored in a carriage, but when he suddenly heard the news, he was completely overwhelmed with joy.
He jumped up and ordered loudly:
"Brothers, we are here, follow my lead and make achievements together."
That's right, the general in charge of the latest weapon in the Taishan Army knows the art of pulling moves. In his hands, he has hundreds of the latest lathe crossbows and twenty small artillery vehicles, which is a technical force.
Chariot crossbows had been popular as early as the Warring States Period. Zhang Chong did not need to invent them, but Zhang Chong still made a lot of improvements on them. In addition to replacing some rigid structures with fine steel, he also made them in the Taihang Mountains. Find good logs to use as frame material.
Therefore, the hundreds of lathe crossbows in the Qianzhao camp are superior to the previous generation in terms of range, power, and durability.
Qianzhao waved the command flag and mobilized the huge formation of chariots and crossbows. Each crossbow cart is equipped with a large number of arrows, and it is difficult to operate, so one cart is equipped with three people. There are a large number of auxiliary soldiers behind, carrying arrows on their backs, ready to support.
Just like that, the wheels were sparkling, and the chariot and crossbow camp under Qianzhao was deployed at the foot of the Zhongren Pavilion.
They aimed their cold crossbow arrows at the strict Han army formation in front.
At this time, the wind blew across the slope and rolled up the cloaks of these Han soldiers. They are all wearing armor, holding giant spears in their right hands and giant cards in their left hands, arranged in a fish scale formation.
That deck of cards is like pieces of fish scales, and the rows of spears are like sharp fish fins spreading out.
This army is the most elite battalion under the command of Wei Duan, the deputy commander of the Han Army. It is also the well-deserved pride of the Northern Army, the infantry school captain camp.
Three thousand officers and soldiers of the entire army lined up in a tight horizontal formation, ready to face the impact of the Taishan Army on the opposite side like a rock.
But what they were waiting for was not the Taishan Army, but a baptism of storm.
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August 11, morning, two o'clock.
At this time, the battlefield to the east has been fighting for almost half an hour. Why is the Taishan bandit on the opposite side still not moving?
But even if the opposite side doesn't move, they don't dare to support the friendly forces to the east. Because the rebel army on the opposite side is like a bow, no one knows when the fatal arrow will be shot.
Suddenly, the other side moved.
The officers in the front row of the infantry school camp looked confused and confused as the large vehicles rolled out from the opposite side. From their point of view, it looked like the baggage vehicles were being moved to the front of the battle.
What are they going to do? Do you want to give money to your subordinates to encourage them before the battle? How generous.
But soon they understood that the huge car formation that was hundreds of steps long suddenly revealed cold arrows, and then under the cheers of the flag-bearers one by one, an explosion broke out on the opposite side.
This is a rainstorm of steel. A crossbow cart can shoot twelve arrows at the same time, and then the next round comes sixty breaths later.
In front of the Han army's infantry captain's camp, there were a hundred crossbow chariots. In other words, one thousand, two hundred arrows could be fired in an instant.
The Taishan Army shot three full rounds, a total of one hundred and eighty breaths.
Life is very long. It takes ten months to be conceived, three years to carry the left and right hands, and fifteen years of careful care before it grows up. But life is very short, as short as only one hundred and eighty breaths.
During these one hundred and eighty breaths, the whistling sound of crossbow arrows drowned out all the noise on the battlefield.
In these one hundred and eighty breaths, the Infantry Colonel Battalion experienced a lifetime.
There is no saying that one or two fell to the ground. At the first moment, the first platoon of the infantry colonel camp fell.
Their armor and cards were completely useless under the huge kinetic energy of the giant arrows. The armor is pierced, the skin is torn, and the life is withering.
Then there are the second row and the third row.
The Han army officials at the back didn't react at all, so they just watched the front empty, and then their eyes went dark.
Huge chaos was spreading, and the Han army officers and soldiers who were lucky enough to survive retreated frantically due to the instinct of survival.
But where can we retreat to?
The Han troops in the rear had no idea what was happening in the front, and they were still forming close to each other.
The escape route has been blocked by the robes.
Soon, the military officers who responded cried and ordered:
"Don't panic, raise the cannon."
The officials who came to their senses one after another raised their banners tremblingly to protect the fallen robes.
There were wailing sounds everywhere, and the local accent in Guanzhong seemed particularly miserable at this time.
"Help me, my forehead is hurt. Someone, please help me."
In the midst of despair, a sentence suddenly came up:
"Brothers, our crossbowmen are also down, don't be afraid."
Sure enough, a crossbowman carrying a big yellow crossbow was quickly coming to support.
Although they were three rounds slower than their opponent, they were finally here.
Wei Duan, who was in the rear army, realized something was wrong as soon as he pushed out the van on the opposite side, and hurriedly ordered a crossbow unit to support the infantry captain camp in front.
But when the general who led the big yellow crossbow arrived, he sadly discovered that they didn't have enough range!
Obviously they were standing on a high slope and should have a longer range, but they still couldn't reach the other side.
This is the power of knowledge and technology.
In order to reach the shooting range, these Han army crossbowmen needed to move forward to dangerous areas, which made the general very hesitant.
And while he was still hesitating, another round of Lianzhao's attacks began.
The arrows were like dark clouds covering the sky, blocking the light. The Han troops fell one by one on the battlefield, and their cries were desolate.
The armor, the cards, and the skin were all torn apart.
At this moment, life is like an ant, and all living beings are equal.
Blood flowers bloom like lotus, but life is extinguished like a candle.
Even the most poetic poet will be silent at this moment.
Compared with the heavy losses of the Han army, the recruiting troops down the slope were so busy that they were sweating profusely, but they were beaming with joy.
Many auxiliary soldiers carried bundles of arrows to the front line with their bare arms. Each of these arrows was as thick as a baby's forearm, more like a hammer than an arrow.
Qianzhao waved the flag again and shouted:
"Pull!"
Then came the military officers at the head of each row, all shouting:
"Pull!"
Then a round of arrows was shot out again, shooting towards the Han warriors on the opposite side.
At this time, the soldiers in the Infantry Colonel Camp could no longer resist.
But instead of retreating cowardly, they chose to charge forward.
They threw away their spears, drew out their swords, and rushed downhill with the huge cards on their backs. During the process, soldiers were constantly being carried away by heavy crossbows.
Then, the Han army rushed faster. They were getting closer, and their numbers were getting smaller and smaller.
After Qianzhao personally bent his bow and shot a bewildered Han soldier to death, the entire slope was littered with Han corpses and a jungle of arrows.
They all died on the way to the charge.
At this moment, everyone was silent.
Even the chariot and crossbowmen under Qian Zhao's command also faded away from their enthusiasm and stared blankly at everything happening on the opposite side.
Were they all killed?
For a moment, Wei Kang, the captain of the infantry battalion, looked at the tragic death of his son and ordered with tears:
"Retreat."
In this way, the original three thousand infantry captains were victorious, but in the end only a thousand people withdrew from the battlefield. A full two thousand people died on this slope.
The Taishan Army paid one hundred thousand heavy arrows.
Wei Kang, who suffered a mental breakdown, retreated with the remaining soldiers. On the way, he saw his uncle, deputy commander Wei Duan, riding a horse in person.
At this time, Wei Duan burst into tears. He whipped Wei Kang on his head and cried:
"You give me back my children, give me back my children. My brothers are all dead, how can you still live? How can you still live?"
After saying that, Wei Duan didn't look at his nephew anymore, hid his face and returned to Dahu's place.
He knew that in this battle, the Infantry Colonel Camp and his pride had come to an end.
After Wei Duan left, Wei Kang kept kneeling on the slope. Behind him were the remaining soldiers. Their souls were gone and they retreated to the back slope like zombies.
Wei Kang did not retreat with his brothers, but still knelt there alone.
He looked to the west, which was the direction of his hometown, and there was his newly married wife. Newly married Yan'er, it's been years since they were about to leave for the war.
"My beloved, are you okay in your hometown? Lord Taishan, I hope that after my death, my soul can return to my hometown to reunite with her, so that we can never be separated."
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As a noble military officer, Wei Kang wrote his death letter before the war.
So after he finally prayed to Lord Taishan of Jiuyou, he placed the death letter in his arms on the slope beside him.
Then looking in the direction of his hometown, Wei Kang chose to commit suicide.
Yes, uncle is right. With so many children from his hometown dying here, how can Wei Kang survive?
This trip to Jiuyou is not for the sake of the past, but just to stay with my beloved again. May there be no war in Jiuquan, only love.
Blood sprayed on the black earth, and Wei Kang's life ended.
This year, he was nineteen.
Eighteen other families followed the uncle's expedition, and nineteen loving souls returned home.
This is life.
Feeling