There was a light rain last night, and it was dawn. Horses' hooves trampled on the muddy road, splashing countless muddy waters. The moist land did not raise yellow sand and dust, and as far as the eye could see, the landscape of the vast wilderness miles away could be seen in full view, and the view was extremely good.

Cao Bianjiao, who was leading the troops, took a deep breath while riding his horse, and he looked around at the soldiers accompanying him, calculating how much he could get from this attack. In the eyes of others, it is still limited to say that the future is limitless, and many people say that his future achievements will not be under Cao Wenzhao.

He has been fighting with his uncle since he was young, and he has also had four or five years of life, and the bloody battles have sharpened his will, tempered his ability, and cast him from a young boy to a young general as hard as iron. The numerous victories made him extremely contemptuous of the fighting power of the Liukou, and based on his previous experience, he believed that this northern attack was nothing more than another meritorious achievement to his military resume.

Turning his head to look back on the horse, not far away, his uncle Cao Wenzhao, who was wrapped in a red python robe, was talking with the guerrilla Feng Ju and the horse in high spirits. Feng Ju is also an old subordinate who has followed Cao Wenzhao for many years, the two are both from the same nationality, and they are as close as relatives. Therefore, Rao is Feng Ju is older than Cao Wenzhao, but he has never been self-conscious.

At this moment, the whole army has marched into Zhenning County, and the garrison Hou asked for instructions several times whether to park the army to rest, but Cao Wenzhao refused. According to the report of the sentinel cavalry, the Liukou in Ningzhou and Zhenning were running in all directions, and there was no trace of them, and before the main force of Li Zicheng's army was found, it was impossible to easily change the marching army, so Cao Wenzhao would rather slow down the advance of the whole army than agree to stop and rest.

These soldiers were all veterans of a hundred battles who had fought for many years, and had experienced many rapid marches of hundreds of miles, and they did not feel much about the intensity of the advance, and everyone was very relaxed, without the slightest hint of nervousness on their faces, as if they were not going to war but to go on an outing.

However, Cao Bianjiao always had a faint uneasiness in his heart, he always felt that this journey was a little weird, to be precise, it was too smooth. The Sentinels had repeatedly detected the whereabouts of the Rogues ahead, but when the troops advanced in battle formation, there was always only an empty wasteland.

Could it be that the rogue was intimidated by the prestige of the Cao family army and fled when he heard the news? Cao Bianjiao hoped for this deep down in his heart, but the anxiety still lingered.

"Eight teams ...... generals"

Boredom, Lai Zhongcao changed Jiao and remembered this name again. He had heard of too many rogue names, and he had also ended too many names, and this "general" had appeared many times before. However, it should not be long before this number will appear again.

He was thinking playfully like this, when a sentry rode to report that there was a large stream of rogues five miles ahead.

Along the way, he heard a lot of this kind of report, and it didn't stimulate Cao Bianjiao's fighting spirit at all, he ordered the sentry to probe again, and sent someone to Cao Wenzhao to ask for instructions.

Cao Wenzhao did not relax, immediately interrupted the conversation with Feng Ju, and ordered the whole army to enter a state of readiness according to custom. Cao Bianjiao only felt that his uncle had done more, but he also rectified the front team according to his words. His 800 sets of Ding were all warriors recruited from various tribes in Saishang, one man and two horses, all wearing double layers of heavy armor. Against the enemy, every time you charge forward, you will be invincible. Now that the military order had been issued, they all dismounted, took the thick cotton armor draped on the outermost part from the pack horse, and with the help of each other, carefully put it on and put it on again.

Although he has experienced countless battles, as long as he is in such a group of elite warriors, Cao Bianjiao will still feel his mood agitated, and a stream of blood in his cavity will gradually boil.

"I just hope that this time I won't pounce again." He meditated in his heart as he shouted to the left and right, "Come with me!" ”

At the same time, the front team sounded a crisp bamboo whistle, and the eight hundred cavalry began to trot at a similar rhythmic speed.

When Cao Bianjiao's front cavalry ran out of a distance, a loud suona sound also sounded in the rear infantry, and then more than a dozen small penangular flags were raised from each team, followed by a big flag in front, and the entire rear team also began to form a dense and tight formation and trot forward.

As the troops advanced, the frequency of the sentinel cavalry reports became more and more frequent, and in the end, Cao Bianjiao could already see the rogue who was hurriedly arrayed in the distance through the layers of heads in front of him.

When the last sentry returned, Cao Bianjiao asked, "What is the name of this place?" ”

The sentry replied: "According to the villagers, this place is called Hutou Xianzi, and not far from here is Hutou Town. ”

Cao Bianjiao nodded secretly, looked back at the group of rogues, and saw that there were many cavalry scattered in the disturbing infantry formation. It seems that they were the ones who lured their own army all the way before. Looking at their position, it seems that they want to fight a decisive battle with themselves after joining forces with the infantry.

But looking at the headless infantry army on the opposite side, not only is there no square formation, but all of them are also in shape, and their clothes are not covered, they look like reeds that can't help the wind, how can they compete with these elite soldiers under their own command.

He laughed at his opponent in his heart, ordered the front team to pause and wait for the rear infantry to follow the appropriate distance, and at the same time, sent more than a dozen horsemen to rush towards the enemy formation.

These dozen or so horsemen rushed to a distance of less than a hundred paces from the enemy formation in an instant, which immediately caused a panic among the rogue foot soldiers, and there was even some small commotion in their front team, which was suppressed by the bullets of the soldiers in the prison formation.

Cao Bianjiao carefully observed the situation of the enemy formation at this time. He let the dozen or so cavalry feint and tentatively approached to within a hundred paces, and the opponent only shot a few arrows sporadically, and did not hear the sound of the guns, so it was obvious that either this group of rogues lacked long-range weapons, or they were extremely well-trained—of course he would not think it was the latter. From the commotion in front of the opponent's formation, it can be seen that these rogue bandits basically have no combat experience, maybe those rogue cavalry are good at fighting old bandits, but they alone cannot resist the impact of their own cavalry.

The dozen or so horsemen completed the task, and the galloping horses crossed an arc in front of the Liukou formation and galloped back easily. They all disdained the fighting power of the rogues, and persuaded Cao Bianjiao to directly attack the cavalry of the front team and end the battle as soon as possible.

Cao Bianjiao was always a little uneasy in his heart, did not take their opinions, was patient, and slowly waited for Cao Wenzhao to lead the team to follow.

Cao Wenzhao led the infantry to climb on the small earthen bag not far from the Liukou, dismounted and looked, hundreds of steps away, the Liukou lined up into a huge phalanx, and between this phalanx there were scattered the total number of Liukou cavalry not more than 100, and then look at those Liukou infantry, bustling, there was no battle at all, the current order prohibited, and the combat quality can also be imagined.

Feng Ju beside him also frowned and looked at it for a while, with many years of experience, he said to Cao Wenzhao: "These thieves just have no choice but to line up to meet the battle, there is almost no discipline between the ranks, you can let the front team rush straight, I can just cover it." ”

Cao Wenzhao has always been known for his resolute and daring to fight, and after a while of eye-checking the surroundings of the enemy formation, he saw that there was no shelter in the vast wasteland, and when there was no worry about ambushing the soldiers, he waved the flag of the main soldier of the general barracks with the flag of the Chinese army, and instructed the attack with the flag. Cao Bianjiao, not far from the mound, also responded with a flag, and after that, the front team turned its hooves and began to prepare for the attack.

Cao Wenzhao stared intently at the movement of the front team on the mound, only to see that as the distance approached, the cavalry gradually spread out from a relatively tight formation, and formed a roughly wedge-shaped shock formation when it was nearly a hundred paces.

A few arrows were shot sporadically in the Liukou formation, but this cup of water could not cause any obstacles to the official cavalry at all, seeing the torrent of cavalry rushing towards him at high speed, before he could take the battle, the first three rows of the Liukou had already loosened. Many people screamed and threw down the wooden sticks and knives in their hands, turned around and ran. At first, the rogue cavalry was able to deter others by killing deserters, but as the officers and troops continued to approach, these rogues with extremely low combat quality had been driven by instinct to retreat desperately. The slashing and slashing shouts of those rogue cavalry were like mantis arms as a cart at this time, completely unable to stop the flow of fleeing people.

However, the Liukou cavalry did have a wealth of experience, and seeing that the infantry was not strong, the leader's whistle sounded, and all the cavalry scattered in the infantry formation seemed to be pulled by the line in an instant, and they all concentrated behind the formation.

With a muffled sound, the screams of the front team of the Liukou were everywhere, Cao Bianjiao led the officers and soldiers of the front team to crash into the formation ruthlessly, for a while, those who only had a single coat and a simple short soldier were like wheat after the autumn, and a large piece was poured down by the wind and grass, and the entire Liukou front formation was chaotic into a pot of porridge, and the loose formation that was finally at the mercy of the original was also wiped out under the rush.

Cao Bianjiao rushed down a rogue with a riding spear, the fragile handle of the gun snapped and broke, and he pulled out his waist knife and shouted: "Chasing the horse army!" He knew in his heart that the core of this tributary was the hundred horseback guys. If you don't get rid of these guys, no amount of infantry you kill today will help.

The official cavalry is like a sharp blade, and the yarn and paper seem to penetrate the heavy flow and force behind the formation.

The rogue cavalry was obviously prepared, and they did not pay any attention to the scattered infantry, so they took the horses and turned to leave.

Cao Bianjiao looked behind, on the dirt slope, Cao Wenzhao was rushing down with the infantry, so he no longer cared about the chaotic rogue around him, and led people to pursue those rogue cavalry.

Although most of the rogue cavalry rode inferior horses, they were better than lightly armed, and with desperate spurs, Cao Bianjiao, who was wearing thick armor, couldn't catch up for a while.

Seeing that he was getting farther and farther away from the infantry, Cao Bianjiao was a little alert, so he had the idea of retreating, but the group of rogue cavalry guessed what he thought, and actually stopped his horse to take a bow, and turned around and shot a row of arrows. The two sides were hundreds of paces apart, and the strength of the bow was weak, even if a few arrows were shot at Cao Bianjiao's side, they were also bounced away by the cotton armor, but Cao Bianjiao was furious.

Since his debut, he has been invincible everywhere he goes, and he can't flee yet, so who dares to be so provocative? He looked back at the black "Cao" on the flag of his reinforcement camp, and burst out of his teeth with a word angrily: "Chase!" ”

Cao Wenzhao of the rear team rushed to the chaotic array with the infantry, and suddenly did not see Cao Bianjiao after slashing and killing, and was shocked.

Now that the Liukou infantry has collapsed, Cao Wenzhao assigned 200 people to his younger brother Cao Wenyao and nephew Cao Dingjiao to continue to pursue the infantry, and brought 1,000 people to support Cao Bianjiao.

Over there, Cao Bianjiao and the other cavalry tried hard to catch up with the rogue cavalry, and they escaped in time several times. Cao Bianjiao is young and vigorous, how can he stand this grievance, he has no distractions, and he is only determined to wipe out these rogues who despise him.

Bypassing a mountain col, the vision changed greatly, a dense forest appeared in the distance, and the group of rogue cavalry suddenly stopped their horses at this moment, turned their horses' heads together, and faced Cao Bianjiao and the others in a straight line.

"There's nowhere to run!" Cao Bianjiao gritted his teeth, clenched the waist knife in his hand, and was about to give the order to fight. Suddenly, a few drums sounded, and there was an earth-shattering gong sound, and then countless rogues were seen slaughtering from the forest.

"Bad luck!" Cao Bianjiao scolded while looking at the endless stream of rogues who came out of the forest in Wuyang in front of him.

However, in the face of the sudden arrival of these rogues, he and his cavalry still did not panic. A rogue is a rogue after all, and no matter how many people there are, it is just a bluff.

The rogues gradually approached this side, and Cao Bianjiao straddled his horse with his head held high, standing still. Eight hundred cavalrymen also stood on their horses one by one, and the number of the other side had exceeded that of their own army by many times, but these men who were biting copper and chewing iron still looked indifferent, just quietly watching the crowd surge.

Seeing that Cao Bianjiao was very calm, the group of rogue cavalry knew that they could not find a flaw, and they did not act rashly, so they stood in place and watched.

"Rush!" After a long time, until the group of rogue cavalry had already penetrated into the large army and disappeared, Cao Bianjiao said coldly. The bamboo whistle sounded again in the cavalry, and the knights urged their horses together to start a new round of charge.

This time was different from the last time, and the rogues took the initiative to kill in a crescent-shaped formation. Cao Bianjiao saw that the opponent's wings were protruding, and he knew that his purpose was to outflank him, so he immediately divided into two teams, all the way to the right side, and he himself led all the way straight into the crescent moon.

His move quickly took effect, and the Liukou's front began to shrink rapidly to the center and right like a caterpillar hit in the tail. Seeing that the goal had been achieved, Cao Bianjiao led his troops to rein in the horse, but instead of rushing into battle, he retreated, and the 400 people who attacked the right side also returned.

A small virtual spear loosened the Liukou formation, and Cao Bianjiao thought that he had a chance of winning more than seventy percent.