Chapter 205: The Smoke of Hope

Many times on the battlefield, the generals who are called fierce generals and brave generals are not because they have extraordinary strength and can be a thousand, but because they can drive morale and play the same record.

Yang Hong is such a person, and the Assassin Governor is also like this.

But from the scene, it seems that Yang Hong is better. Although there are more A's Zhizhi departments than Yang Hong's departments, they were forced by Yang Hong to retreat north step by step, and even had a feeling of being unable to stop.

It can't be said that the Assassin Zhiyuan is inferior to Yang Hong. Moreover, cavalry is different from infantry, and cavalry must have a lot of room for maneuver in combat. You come and go, within miles, impact, turn, impact again, fight again. The area required is very large, and it is better to take a step forward and a step back, which is the distance between life and death.

It's just that their fight like this brought hope to the Ming army more than 30 miles away.

On the horse drying platform, Cheng Guogong only felt that today's defeat was poor, and there was no hope, and it was like this, he just wanted to die for the country, so as not to fall into the Tile Spur Army and humiliate his father and brother.

I also want to hope that the one in Beijing can see his suicide and be open to his sons.

Cheng Guogong held the hand of the Yitian Sword, loose and tight, tight and loose. And then the final ideological struggle.

"Look, look." But I don't know who said it first, everyone looked to the south, but they saw the horizon, almost at the end of the line of sight, a little different color.

It was the smoke and dust kicked up by the massive cavalry.

There is no shortage of experienced people in the army, and they can be seen at a glance even from dozens of miles away.

But the distance of dozens of miles is too far, and many people are not sure where it is the dust rolled up by a gust of wind, and it is really the smoke and dust raised by the gallop of the cavalry.

"Wolf smoke." Although Cheng Guogong can't say that the old fireworks are faint, he really can't see clearly. He immediately had an idea.

It's just that it's a little difficult to let out wolf smoke, because everyone is running wild, throwing away their armor, and some people even lose their rations, and what is there to use as fuel?

I don't know, someone took off his clothes, piled them on the ground one by one, and after a while, they piled up a piece, and then wrapped the lush grass and trees together with the clothes, and lit them with fire. Billowing black smoke rose into the sky.

Although this kind of wolf smoke is not as stable, the wolf smoke dedicated to the side plug is stable, but the billowing black smoke can also be transmitted dozens of miles away. At the same time as the wolf smoke was lit here, the originally repaired tile spur army under the horse drying platform was in a moment of vigor and actually began to attack.

Chengguo Gong was overjoyed.

He didn't have to wait for a reply, the reaction of the Watts spoke for itself.

For a time, most of the cavalry dismounted and fought, because of the height, the tile spur war horse rushed fast, and when facing the big uphill slope by the horse drying platform, they also had to slow down the horse's speed.

And the cavalry lost its speed, and its power was greatly reduced.

Although the Ming cavalry dismounted and fought, they also blocked these tile spurs below for a while. also urged tightly first, and the sound of the horn behind was higher than the other.

When the Tile Thorn cavalry retreated, they rushed forward again.

This repeatedly, it seems that there is no progress, but Cheng Guogong knows that he will lose if he holds it for a long time, and he must fight back and beat down the arrogance of the Tile Thorn people in order to have a chance to respite.

Otherwise, if it goes on like this, there is a high probability of collapse.

After all, this part of the army today is no longer the Ming army with high morale when it left the customs, but a defeated remnant.

Just who to send over?

The rest of the generals, who were wounded to death, were almost replaced. Many generals are not familiar with Cheng Guogong. Most of the generals he was accustomed to had died in the ranks.

He thought for a moment, then looked at Wu Keqin. said: "General Wu, there is a task given to you at this moment, I will give you 5,000 horses, and you will defeat the Watt Thorns?" ”

Cheng Guogong also knew that this task was very likely to be gone, but he really couldn't find anyone else at the moment. I can only be sorry for Wu Kezhong.

Wu Keqin's face remained unchanged and said, "Yes." ”

Cheng Guogong immediately selected 5,000 combat-ready cavalry for Wu Keqin.

Wu Keqin did not hesitate to take the cavalry to find an opportunity and galloped down, and the tile spurs never expected that the Ming army would dare to counterattack at this time.

was caught off guard for a while.

Wu Keqin rushed to the front, and broke the tile spur cavalry one after another.

However, the cavalry is different from the infantry, the collapse of the infantry is a real collapse, and the cavalry is scattered and gathered again, it is easy. Wu Keqin is so majestic, the tile spur naturally can't let Wu Keqin go back.

Almost instantly, I don't know how many cavalry rushed from all directions. Wu Keqin ordered: "All departments retreat, and I will lead people to break the rear." ”

The cavalry of the various units turned around and withdrew, Wu Keqin hung at the rear with hundreds of personal soldiers, and if he chased all the way too closely, Wu Keqin went over to fight for a while. Cover the retreat of the brigade.

Wu Keqin was extremely eye-catching in the battle array, and in an instant, countless people bent their bows and arrows and shot at Wu Keqin. Wu Keqin's spear danced, blocking an unknown number of arrows, but he was moved by a soft foot, but his mount couldn't hold it.

Wu Keqin fell heavily on the ground with his horse, and he only felt a sharp pain in his right leg and was crushed under the horse. It must have been a fracture.

And the side of his mount does not know how many arrows were hit.

"General." Wu Keqin's guards came over and wanted to exchange horses with Wu Keqin. It's just that Wu Keqin waved his hand and said, "You guys go quickly." Just leave the quiver behind. ”

Wu Keqin knew one thing very well, it was impossible for the army to take a wounded person away in danger, and when his thigh was broken, it meant that he could not return to the pass.

He can't just die somewhere, he prefers this place to be caught rather than escaping, and the warrior's belonging is the battlefield.

The thousands of people under Wu Keqin's command were the elite drawn from various departments, and they were the few troops in the army that could maintain their combat effectiveness, which meant that they rarely cooperated before.

Wu Keqin took the people who were cut off, and they were not Wu Keqin's personal soldiers, and Wu Keqin's personal soldiers were all lost to his brother. If Wu Keqin's personal soldiers are here, even if the troops die here, they will not leave Wu Keqin.

Several soldiers stayed behind to accompany Wu Keqin, and hundreds of other horsemen retreated with the brigade.

Almost on the front and back feet, the Tile Spur Brigade arrived.

Wu Keqin struggled to pull his legs out from under the horse, but he could no longer stand up. He can only press on a good leg with his body strength, kneel on the ground, and the other injured leg can only be dragged along, showing a strange appearance when he is fractured, and then bend the bow and arrow, just like countless years ago, when his father taught him to draw the first bow when he was a child, and it seems that when he taught his eldest nephew, the first arrow he shot.

It was as calm as a pool of water, and all the noise of the battlefield had faded from the side, and the sounds of fighting, horses' hooves, wind, and screams were gone. The pain in the thighs that has penetrated deep into the bone marrow, the uncomfortable feeling of such an arch. I also lost the feeling.

Only the bow and arrow in his hand are already the target in front of him.

No, even the bow and arrow in his hand are gone. The only goal. Bigger and bigger. You can even see the nose hairs in the target's nostrils.

"Collapse." As soon as the bowstring moved, Wu Keqin didn't look at the target, and put on another arrow.

Wu Keqin's almost pious and instinctive archery is such a terrifying scene in the eyes of outsiders.

With Wu Keqin as the center, anyone who rushed into Wu Keqin's 100-step range fell down in response, but in just a few breaths, he fell seven or eight times in a row.

Immediately, there were tile spur cavalry shooting arrows from afar, wanting to shoot Wu Keqin to death.

In the rain of arrows, Wu Keqin didn't move at all, even though he was hit by several arrows on his body, he didn't stop shooting arrows, but when he touched the arrows, he felt empty, but he shot a quiver.

It's just that this pause also made Wu Keqin wake up in this inexplicable realm, countless sounds, pain returned in an instant, and he suddenly spasmed all over his body, especially injured his leg.

Archery is not only the strength of the arms, but also the strength of the lower limbs. So he was already overwhelmed by the injury to his leg.

"With this experience, I can also be called an arrow god." Wu Keqin smiled bitterly, and was immediately drowned in the smoke and dust kicked up by countless horses' hooves.