Chapter 63: Fierce General Cao Wenzhao (Ask for Collection, Ask for Recommendation)
Da Niu and the others were originally determined to die in battle today, at the beginning they were under a lot of pressure, although they killed a lot of thieves, but they couldn't deter the thieves' military heart at all, even after Yang Baihu shot an important person in them, he still felt a lot of pressure, but not long after, he suddenly felt that the opponent in front of him seemed to be at the same level as the previous people at all, and he could see some women and old people holding farm tools to send them to death, to be honest, in the face of these people, he didn't want to die, He himself hesitated a little, but he didn't receive orders, the war continued, he was just a soldier on the battlefield, he shouldn't have his own thoughts, everything was done according to military orders.
When Da Niu and others knew that a large wave of officers and soldiers came behind the thief army, and the thief army's butt was taken out, their morale was immediately high, and at this time they understood why the opponent suddenly became weaker, that was because the main force of the thieves all went to meet the officers and soldiers in the north, and after hearing the order from the herald, he immediately shouted: "Surrender and don't kill, otherwise you will be killed, brothers, kill me, no matter who it is, those who don't surrender will die!" ”
"Thorn!" The spears stabbed out in unison, and the peasant army, who had no combat effectiveness, could not parry at all, some people watched the spear pass through their bodies, blood flowed, and some went to grab the spear, but he had no strength, and his body had been pierced.
"Thorn!" and neatly stabbed out, looking at those sharp spears, those peasant soldiers from the Zhuang family, all of them were broken, frightened, they began to be timid, began to retreat, but the spear array was still neat, they slowly moved forward side by side, step by step, regardless of whether there was anyone or not.
Qin Yiming, standing on the city pass, looked at such a scene from a high place, it has a unique taste, it is very spectacular, it feels like the dealer is using wooden waves to catch water in the paddy field, the solid wooden stick is placed on the paddy field, and then the ploughing ox or two people pull it in the field again, and the entire paddy field is leveled.
Many people say that the peasant army is actually a rabble, it is not unreasonable, the infantry with cold weapons wants to fall into battle, it must rely on a strict formation, only in this way can it defend against the enemy's attack, and even break through the local army, so that the local army can be defeated, but these peasant armies do not seem to understand this, they are more loose, one by one to send them to death, so that they can not stop the advance of the infantry phalanx of the official army, the scene in front of them is such a one-sided battle situation.
"I surrender, I surrender!" A woman cried, threw away her farming tools, and fell to her knees.
"Those who surrender are not to die!" The bull shouted, then continued to advance.
Once someone takes the lead, many people will follow suit, after all, they are not real fighters, they are just a bunch of landless peasants in the end. After one person knelt down, a group of people knelt down, and they knelt and pleaded in the direction of Qin Yiming, like wheat waves.
Even if many people in the south surrendered, but the sweeping king still didn't take it to heart, he still commanded the people of the old battalion to resist Cao Wenzhao's attack, although Cao Wenzhao only had more than 4,000 people around him, although he had 5,000 in the old battalion, plus a few thousand strong, the strength of the army could reach more than 10,000, but even so, he still couldn't withstand Cao Wenzhao's ferocious attack.
"Kill Lao Tzu, all the things you don't have, kill Lao Tzu!" The sweeping king saw Cao Wenzhao taking the lead, leading people closer and closer to him, and his army was getting deeper and deeper, and he scolded in fear.
"King, we can't stand these people, let's run away!" The cronies around the sweeping king were protecting the sweeping king and opened their mouths to suggest.
Seeing Cao Wenzhao, who was like a bamboo, but in the army of 10,000 people, he was frightened, even if he used himself and the most powerful old camp of the Taiping King to block Cao Wenzhao, but he was still killed by Cao Wenzhao like chopping vegetables, Cao Wenzhao's corpse all the way behind him, blood flowed like a river, making the originally dry land extremely muddy and wet, killing to the back, all the rebels did not dare to resist Cao Wenzhao, where Cao Wenzhao was going, those people automatically avoided, like hiding from the plague.
"Who is this person, even if he is so powerful!" Qin Yiming knew the strength of the old battalion of the peasant army, after all, the combat effectiveness of his shield battalion was so strong, and it had lost more than half, but this cavalry general was like a group of ducks in the middle of the old battalion. It's amazing.
Yang Baihu had already seen the fierce general Cao Wenzhao, his face was full of admiration, and he said: "This is my first fierce general of the Ming Dynasty, General Cao Wenzhao, the chief soldier of Shanxi!" ”
"What, he is Cao Wenzhao? No wonder one person can run with a bunch of people. "Qin Yiming doesn't know many generals in the Ming Dynasty, what Yuan Chonghuan he knows, but to say that Cao Wenzhao is the person he admires the most, at the end of the Ming Dynasty, he admired two people, one is the god of war Cao Wenzhao, and the other is Sun Chuanting, Cao Wenzhao is a person who plays the cavalry to the end, and Sun Chuanting is very good at using chariots to fight.
"Hehe, there is a Cao in the army, and the thief is scared when he hears it! General Cao's prestige alone is enough to top 10,000 troops! Yang Baihu exclaimed.
Indeed, he can now understand why the main force of the peasant army is all going north, and he doesn't care about his soldiers at all, it is true that Cao Wenzhao is too powerful.
"Sure enough, it's a general!" Qin Yiming saw it clearly, on the surface, Cao Wenzhao was just running around in the chaotic ranks of the peasant army, but in fact, it was not, this was not a random run, but a purposeful attack, the cavalry was trapped, with a natural advantage, the combined quality of people and horses was originally large, coupled with the impact of the horse, it was easy to break up the infantry formation, once the infantry formation was scattered, it was difficult to resist the attack of the cavalry, the reason why Cao Wenzhao was so powerful, It was precisely because the infantry phalanx of the peasant army, which was not dense enough, was dispersed by Cao Wenzhao, Cao Wenzhao did not give the peasant army a chance to assemble and deploy again.
Today I have gained a lot and learned! Qin Yiming was very happy in his heart.
After a day's killing, the two armies finally met, nearly 5,000 enemies were killed in this battle, about 10,000 surrendered, and about a few hundred people fled, of which 3,000 people died in the old camp, which was basically killed by Cao Wenzhao's army.
"Qin Yiming, who is a thousand households in Xiade'an, meet General Cao!" Seeing the idol in his heart, Qin Yiming was very excited, as soon as the war ended, Yang Baihu and the others went to clean up the battlefield, and Qin Yiming came directly to visit him with Da Niu's shield battalion.
Cao Wenzhao was taking the water bag sent by his own soldiers to drink water, and after drinking the water, he looked down at Qin Yiming who was kneeling on the ground.
"Qin Qianhu, please get up, don't be polite!" Cao Wenzhao helped Qin Yiming up, Qin Yiming was trying to take it seriously and observe Cao Wenzhao carefully, but suddenly a stout teenager popped out from behind Cao Wenzhao and shouted at Qin Yiming: "Qin Yiming? Cousin? ”
Then a heroic female general wearing armor popped out and said, "Cousin? ”
Beside the woman, there stood a man who was silent and had a rather grim expression, as if someone else owed him millions.